Chapter 4877: Into the holy race

Xiao Fan's journey to the Saint Clan was not majestic, but rather calm. It didn't seem like he was going to fight. He only took a few people.

However, even if there were only a few people, Xiao Fan was confident.

As long as there is no ancestral kingdom, he is fearless.

"Boss, let's deal with the holy race, what if the Sea Clan and the Howling Wolf Clan deal with us?" God Killing said with some worry.

Now that the endless divine palace is sitting big, it has become a thorn in the eyes of other forces.

If there is a chance to destroy the endless divine palace, other forces will definitely not miss such an opportunity.

"Then it will be destroyed together." Xiao Fanhao was angry.

"I'm not worried about the frontline, just because they secretly attacked the endless mountain." Ling Feng added, because of this, their group has always guarded the endless mountain and never went to the front line to help Ye Shiyu.

"If they dared to kill the endless mountain, they wouldn't have to wait until now." Xiao Fan smiled contemptuously.

Regardless of the Saint Clan, the Howling Sun Wolf Clan and the Sea Clan, even if it is stronger than the previous Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Valley, Killing the Heavenly Wolf Que and Xuanhai Water Court, it is not much stronger.

Before testing the bottom line of the endless palace, where would they dare to fight to the endless palace base camp with great fanfare?

Are the lessons taught in the past not enough?

Especially when the Nine Heavens Clan went to the endless gods to provoke them half a year ago, Xiao Fan and the others wiped out a group of people, and they had already passed on to the Primordial God Realm, shocking several big forces.

"Thousands of worlds are turbulent, and the dark age is coming. It's good for the three tribes to work together to hone the Warriors of the Endless Palace." Xiao Fan's eyes were burning.

If even these few hidden clans can't deal with it, what qualifications do they have to protect the Primordial God Realm?

You know, the unity of the ten thousand worlds is very likely to be a battle to destroy the world, and the rain of blood will stain the entire world red. Xiao Fan has to prepare for this upcoming battle of life and death.

Ling Feng and God Killing nodded their heads, their views on this battle were already different.

Half a day later, Xiao Fan and his entourage rushed to the battlefield on the border between the endless divine palace and the holy race, which was a vast desert.

The two sides have invested a lot of fighting power, and the monks are hundreds of millions.

In the desert, there are creatures everywhere, with dead bodies everywhere, and the yellow sand is soaked in red with blood.

Many monks are still fighting frantically, the battlefield is riotous, and people die at any time. People who come here will experience the cruelty of blood and bone.

From ancient times to the present, there is no shortage of battles in the Primordial God Realm in every life, and this life is destined to be even more crazy.

The appearance of Xiao Fan did not attract too many people's attention. He led Ling Feng and the others to stand on the top of a mountain, looking at the battlefield indifferently, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The fighting continues, as if it never ends.

Life here is so cheap.

"The third child, I want to join the fight." Ling Feng gritted his teeth when seeing the corpses all over the floor.

"Who can you save?" Xiao Fan looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was silent.

"Even if you kill all the monks on the side of the saint race? Didn't you find that those monks are not from the saint race at all." Xiao Fan's face showed killing intent.

Several people continued to be silent for a while, this silence seemed extremely depressed and aggrieved.

"Then what do we do, watching them kill each other?" The calmness was broken with anger.

"We can take action, but it's not against these people, and we can't control so much." Xiao Fan spoke again, looking at the end of the sky, extremely deep.

"Holy race?" God Killing showed a fierce face.

Xiao Fan did not answer, but responded to his question with actions.

If the people who fought with the cultivators of the endless gods were from the saints, Xiao Fan and the others would not be so angry.

What makes them angry is that the one who fought hard with them turned out to be the people of the Immortal Valley of All Souls.

These people chose to join the Immortal Valley of Ten Thousand Spirits because of their trust in the Holy Spirit, but the Holy Spirit has lost the trust of hundreds of millions of monks.

In Xiao Fan's eyes, the tens of thousands of tribes in the Primordial God Realm were one, and they had the most fundamental difference from other hidden clans and outsiders.

That is, they are all natives of the Primordial God Realm.

This is also the reason why Xiao Fan has not acted against the forces like the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Valley and the Killing of the Sirius.

Otherwise, with Xiao Fan's strength, these forces would have been destroyed long ago, and the Primordial God Realm would have been unified.

"Boss, I heard that the saints have several heaven-defying realms, you said, if we kill their heaven-defying realms, what will the saints do?" The gods snarled a smile, and they didn't treat the heaven-defying realms at all The posture in the eyes.

Xiao Fan smiled, and said, "Holy race, it should have disappeared into the ancients long ago. This is not their era."

The holy race has been in hiding until now, it is nothing more than the good fortune of the ancestral kingdom.

However, in ancient times, the holy race was just a loser.

Moreover, it survived the ancient catastrophe, there are only two possibilities, one is to escape, and the other is too weak and luckily survived.

However, the probability of the former is greater, after all, if the saint clan is too weak, there is no strength to lead the entire family to survive.

After several ancient catastrophes, they have swept across the heavens and all realms, and survived by chance. After all, they are only a few.

...

Saint Clan, where the original Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Valley is located.

A figure wandered anxiously outside a valley. If Xiao Fan were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. This person is the Lord of the Immortal Valley of All Souls, the Holy Spirit.

Shengtianling fought against Xiao Fan several times, and he had long since lost the guts to continue to fight against Xiao Fan.

Especially after he learned that Xiao Fan had even beheaded in the Frontier Desolation Battle, he was even more frightened, and he no longer had the courage to fight Xiao Fan.

However, he just woke up from the retreat and learned that the Ten Thousand Spirits Fairy Valley had taken the initiative to fight the endless divine palace, but he was scared to death.

For this reason, he deliberately came here to meet the ancestors of the saints, but was stopped outside the valley.

"Ancestor, Shengtianling asks to see you." Shengtianling mustered up the courage again and shouted loudly.

The valley was quiet and no one answered the words of the Holy Spirit.

"Young Master, you go, the ancestor said, I won't see you." A guard guarding outside the valley said lightly, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, young master, if the ancestor wants to see you, you don't have to wait until now." The other guard also smiled, overlooking the Holy Spirit under the steps.

Shengtianling sighed helplessly, turned and left.

"A coward, and sooner or later the ancestor will deprive him of the position of young master."

"Hey, it's a shame that the young master who used to be so arrogant and arrogant, staying in the Primordial God Realm for a while, turned out to be like this."

"My saint genius is like a cloud, and there is no shortage of him. He has lost the heart of the strong and will be eliminated sooner or later."

The two guards looked at the back of Shengtianling leaving, and shook their heads ironically.

boom!

At this moment, the sky shook suddenly, a violent sound resounded across the sky, and a terrifying wave of air swept from a distance. When the two guards saw a scene in the distance, their faces paled and their bodies trembled.