Chapter 4165: One sword shock

Xiao Fan shook his head, no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember.

He only knew that he had stepped into the river of time and space, and then the evil **** appeared inexplicably and brought him out again.

"Hey, how did my cultivation level break through to the middle-grade Yuanzun?" Xiao Fan checked himself with a look of doubt: "The power of the soul has reached the realm of Tianzun, what happened?"

He checked it over and over again and again before he was convinced that it was true. As for what happened, he had no idea.

"Senior Cthulhu asked me to go to the Ancestral Burial Tomb, where are the things I need?" Xiao Fan pondered slightly, then looked at a blood-colored stone gate not far away, and an old face suddenly condensed above it.

"Are you awake?" The old face spoke, with complicated eyes and a trace of awe.

"Send me away." Xiao Fan nodded.

"Take me along." To Xiao Fan's surprise, Shimen even offered to offer.

"Okay." Xiao Fan smiled. This blood-colored stone gate is not easy. He might be unwilling to take it away. Since the other party took the initiative to speak, why would he refuse?

...

Outside, the Golden Shura tribe, gathered countless monks and guarded them in front of the Scarlet Stone Gate.

"Patriarch, that kid entered the ancestral tomb, and most of it has been inherited from our ancestors, so he must not be allowed to escape." Jin Teng gritted his teeth and stared at the blood-colored stone gate.

His hatred towards Xiao Fan was deeply rooted in his heart, and the inheritance from the ancestors of the Shura tribe should have belonged to him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fan would be able to enter. Now, as long as Xiao Fan appeared, he would definitely kill Xiao Fan without hesitation.

Jin Luo looked cold, and Jin Teng's previous attitude had already made him very upset.

It's just that he didn't want to blatantly kill Jin Teng, after all, Jin Teng was a genius of the Jin Xiuluo clan.

"Father, Brother Xiao has been in for several months, I think..." Jin Lin looked a little ugly. These days, he was under tremendous pressure.

Xiao Fan was brought by him. Although he didn't care about the inheritance of the ancestors of the Asura clan, his father, Jin Teng, and even all his clan members did.

For countless years, they have been looking forward to the inheritance of their ancestors.

"Jin Teng, it is inevitable that you still want to speak for him, don't forget, you brought the people." Jin Teng sneered. In the past few months, he had already made all the connections clear.

The culprit is Jinlin.

"Okay." Jin Luo frowned. Even if Jin Lin is no longer a waste, it is his son. This cannot be denied.

Before, he was optimistic about Jin Teng, but Jin Teng sold him without hesitation last time. In his eyes, Jin Teng was destined to be a dead person.

"Buzzing~"

As soon as the voice fell, the blood-colored stone gate was rippling blood-colored ripples, and the people of the Jin Xiuluo clan retreated towards the rear, showing horror on their faces.

"Come out, everyone kills him together, whoever kills him is the patriarch." Jin Teng shouted, his eyes flashed with intense heat.

He didn't care about Jin Luo's gaze next to him, as if he had completely forgotten, Jin Luo was not dead yet.

The current patriarch of the Jin Shura clan is still Jin Luo.

Jin Luo's eyes flashed coldly, but he didn't speak, but he was extremely impressed by the weirdness of the blood-colored Shimen.

If he opened his mouth and rushed forward, it would inevitably make people dissatisfied, after all, this is tantamount to death.

But what Jin Teng said, instantly aroused everyone's desire, without him speaking, his tribe would also try the Scarlet Shimen.

However, to his surprise, the blood-colored Shimen flashed light and disappeared in vain.

At the same time, where the Scarlet Stone Gate was, a black robe figure suddenly appeared inexplicably.

Besides Xiao Fan, who else can?

"Boy, hand over the inheritance of our ancestors." Jin Teng took the brunt and walked in the forefront, looking at Xiao Fan with a sneer, his eyes flashing hot.

He was overjoyed when he thought that as long as he killed Xiao Fan, he could get the ancestor's inheritance.

However, he still didn't get dazzled by excitement, but secretly tried Xiao Fan's strength.

"What if I don't?" Xiao Fan smiled playfully and looked at Jin Teng playfully.

If it were before he entered the Scarlet Stone Gate, he might still be a little afraid.

But now, his cultivation has broken through to the middle-grade Yuanzun realm, not to mention, the power of the soul has broken through to the Tianzun realm inexplicably.

Jin Teng is nothing more than a low-ranking master, only the power of the soul, he can easily crush Jin Teng.

"You're looking for death! Kill him." Jin Teng shouted angrily, waved his probing hand, and shouted at the same time: "Clan people, whoever kills him can get the ancestral inheritance."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd who had stopped the figure suddenly rushed towards Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan didn't panic, spread his palms, and the Shura sword appeared in his hands again. He didn't know that this sword had been given to God endlessly.

"Sword bite!"

Xiao Fan whispered, and as the Shura sword danced, endless sword energy shot in all directions, instantly forming a world of swords.

Immediately afterwards, a scream sounded, and countless Jin Xiuluo cultivators showed panic and fled madly.

"He must have obtained something in the ancestral tomb, otherwise it would be impossible to break through to the middle-grade Yuanzun realm in just a few months." Jin Teng's heart became more excited.

As soon as Xiao Fan shot, he instantly saw Xiao Fan's cultivation.

What's terrible about a middle-grade Yuanyuan monk?

Thinking of this, Jin Teng didn't hesitate anymore, slashing out angrily with a big knife in his hand, revealing the combat power of the lower-grade Dharma Venerable Realm.

With his talent, even an ordinary middle-rank Dharma can fight.

"Really looking for death." Xiao Fan shook his head lightly.

This Jin Teng had been provoking him a few months ago and didn't take him seriously.

Xiao Fan didn't make a move last time, because he was afraid of the Jin Xiula tribe, but now, he just needs someone to frighten the Jin Xiula tribe.

With Jinteng's strength and identity, it looks like it couldn't be better.

"The sword passed away." Xiao Fan slashed down with a sword, only to see a white light flashing past, speeding to the extreme.

Even, few of the people present at all recovered, only a few people like Jin Luo could see clearly.

Puff!

The **** sword shot towards the void, Jin Teng's figure suddenly stopped in place, still with a hideous smile on his face.

After a few breaths, Jin Teng's body split in vain, and then was shattered by countless sword qi, leaving nothing.

"Hiss~"

When the other cultivators of the Jin Xiuluo clan saw this, they all stopped and looked at Xiao Fan like a monster.

With a sword out, the four wild birds were silent.

"This?" Jin Lin knew that Xiao Fan had the combat power of the lower-grade Dharma Venerable Realm, but was also shocked by the scene before him.

"The power of the middle-ranking Buddha?" Jin Luo's pupils shrank slightly, his face was full of incredible colors. But soon, he recovered, shook his head and said: "No, his breath is really only middle-grade Yuanzun, why is it so strong?"