Chapter 4392: Slaughter

"What are you still trying to do, kill!"

Xiao Fan was stunned when he saw the people in the Purple Blood Temple, and couldn't help but roar.

Damn you, we are killing here, but you are watching a good show?

Don't know how desperate I am?

"kill!"

The people were so angry, with Xiao Fan and God Killing, two such terrifying people leading the team, what else could they fear?

Moreover, there are still two peerless gods on their side.

"It's over, it's over!" A soldier in the Blood Soul Temple looked decadent, and he not only stepped back a few steps.

The others are not much better, especially Soul Cliff.

Originally surrendering to Xiao Fan, he was extremely unwilling.

However, now, he suddenly had a small joy, Xiao Fan was so powerful, if he broke through the Saint Ancestor Realm, he would be no less than Peerless Saint Ancestor.

It seems that there is no harm in surrendering to such a person.

It's just that other people don't think so. The victory they think is within reach is just deceiving themselves.

"Purple like blood, you are fine." The blood soul temple stared at Ziru blood with red eyes.

His heart was bleeding, and he was not so sad after losing three cities. After all, he had won six.

But his four most optimistic subordinates who were about to become Immortal Ancestors died like this.

"Why, can only your blood soul win, I can't win a game?" Zi Ruxue smiled faintly, quite a bit of a villain.

The breath held in his heart finally smoothed out.

Finally won, and the Purple Blood Temple was saved.

Moreover, as long as Xiao Fan wins this game, he will be able to obtain the essence of four million yuan of origin power, and it should be no problem to break through the heavenly realm.

The most important thing is that in the next two battles, Xiao Fan said, he will let people play.

He believed that Xiao Fan would not let his own people die.

In this way, these two battles are obviously guaranteed.

"Purple blood, who are they?" Feng Ling asked in a low voice.

Shan Huang, Lan Jiao and others also pricked their ears, and both of them were shocked by Xiao Fan's terrifying strength.

Especially Xiao Fan, is he really just a high-grade Dharma?

Killing the Heavenly Sovereign Realm and Half-Step Saint Ancestor, they are as easy as eating and drinking. How can such a person be anonymous?

"They?" Zi Ruxue smiled and shook his head.

Naturally, he would not tell the origins of Xiao Fan and the killing of the gods, he could never say that he had left eternal time and space.

Once others know about this and want to deal with him, it is estimated that there will be more than six temples.

Even the master of the four great ancestors is very likely to find himself.

Zi Ruxue was not so stupid, even the Feng Ling he trusted the most.

Everyone showed disappointment on their faces, and they all wanted to know what Xiao Fan came from and how could it be so terrifying.

"They are my distinguished guests. As for the identity, you only need to know, you can see them both in the future and be polite." Zi Ruxue said with a solemn expression.

Feng Ling gave Zi Ruxue angrily, but she did not continue to inquire.

If Zi Ruxue didn't say anything, there must be his reason.

On the battlefield, Xiao Fan and the Killing of Gods solved the three peerless Heavenly Venerates and Half-Step Saint Ancestor, and the morale of the Blood Soul Temple plummeted.

Although facing death, they had to cheer up again, but facing Xiao Fan and God Killing, there was still a kind of fear from the depths of the soul.

This battle is undoubtedly a slaughter on one side.

Just like the first battle, one hundred high-grade Dharma sages are fighting against one hundred celestial sages.

Even this battle is faster and faster.

One hundred Heavenly Sovereign Realms were all killed in a few moments.

However, the Purple Blood Church suffered very little loss, and only a few died after a half-burning time.

As the battle continued, the gap between the two sides widened, the people in the Blood Soul Temple died faster, and the damage to the people in the Purple Blood Temple became less and less.

After a stick of incense, the battle finally ended.

A hundred people from the Blood Soul Temple participated in the battle, and all turned into inheritance beads.

And only nine people died in the Purple Blood Temple.

Yes, single digits!

Although there are 20 or 30 injured people, the death data is controlled in single digits.

This survival rate has almost broken the record of the six halls.

Before this battle, no one was optimistic about the Purple Blood Temple.

No one thought it would end up like this. At this moment, everyone looked at the Purple Blood Temple completely different.

From the disdain and contempt at the beginning, to the dignity now.

The masters of the other great temples are thinking, if they run into the purple blood temple team, is there any hope of victory?

Of course, they all knew that if it hadn't been for the high-grade Fa Zun and the Heavenly Sovereign Realm cultivator to kill the three peerless Heavenly Sovereigns and a half-step holy ancestor at the beginning, it would definitely not be such a result.

The Blood Soul Temple will eventually lose, and this result may not change.

However, the Purple Blood Temple is definitely not only dead nine people, at least more than half will die.

After all, no matter how strong Xiao Fan and Killing God are, they can't always maintain their peak combat power.

However, the facts have happened, and everyone has been unable to change such an acceptance.

The Blood Soul Temple is defeated!

The Purple Blood Temple won, and it was almost a one-sided slaughter of the Blood Soul Temple monk.

"Haha, blood soul, thank you for your generosity, bring the four million essence of the essence of power." Zi Ruxue looked up to the sky and laughed freely.

He had lost two games before, and when the third game started, his heart was in his throat.

Fortunately, this battle was finally won.

Six cities, in exchange for the essence of four million original power, may be a loss.

But, in the next two battles, maybe we can bet on something else?

The blood soul saint ancestor was extremely unwilling, with a bitter face.

But he also knows that a bet cannot be reversed. If he does not hand over 4 million of the essence of the essence, the five hall masters here will definitely destroy him in minutes.

"Purple like blood, you are fine." After a long time of pondering, the blood soul saint ancestor finally suffocated a few words.

With a wave of the probe's hand, a stream of light instantly shot towards the purple blood.

"Haha~" Zi Ruxue laughed freely, and the laughter was full of mockery of the blood soul ancestor.

"Zi Ruxue, send me into your world, and I want to break through the heavenly realm." Xiao Fan walked to Zi Ruxue's side and said through a voice transmission: "Also, the next two battles, try to delay the time until I break through. Say it again."

"How long will it take?" Zi Ruxue's voice was a little serious.

He didn't know how Xiao Fan could turn defeat into victory in the next two battles, but he knew that the premise was that Xiao Fan broke through the Heavenly Sovereign Realm.

"Two days for fast, six or seven days for slow." Xiao Fan curled his lips.

"This is too different, right?" Zi Ruxue twitched the corner of his mouth.

"If I want to make a breakthrough, I can make a breakthrough. Hurry up and don't waste time." Xiao Fan shouted.

Zi Ruxue threw Xiao Fan into the inner world, and threw those spirits to Xiao Fan.

Now, he only needs to delay time and wait for Xiao Fan to break through.

As for what Xiao Fan will be able to do after the breakthrough, he is extremely looking forward to it.