Chapter One and Two Sixth Incarnation of Killing God

Xiao Fan carried the Shura sword in his hands, and walked towards the boulder step by step. Ling Feng and the fat man quietly followed behind, protecting the little witch.

When the three of them set foot on the boulder, Xiao Fan guarded under the boulder, one person with one sword, shuttled between the corpse monsters near the boulder.

"Blood kill!"

An unreserved sword erupted from Xiao Fan. Compared to before, this sword carried an infinite killing power. More than a hundred corpse monsters splashed with blood, and those who died could no longer die.

At this moment, Xiao Fan seemed to have entered an invincible state, his soul power seemed to be inexhaustible, and his energy was unlimited.

After half a cup of tea, the corpses under his feet were piled up like a mountain, almost equal to the boulder, the sky was stained blood, and the air was full of blood.

Xiao Fan's hair was completely bloody, his robe was shattered, with blood beads hanging on, he was extremely **** and domineering, his eyes were very calm, he looked at the dense monsters around him without any fear, instead he was full of desire.

Fatty and Ling Feng had already been dumbfounded. Is this really Xiao Fan?

The little witch was clutching the wound in her abdomen, looking at Xiao Fan intoxicatedly, with a happy smile on her face, the pain in her abdomen was completely ignored by her.

"Chongguan is angry as a beauty, one man and one sword, blood stains the sky!" The fat man had already shocked Xiao Fan as a heavenly man.

"The youngest third's potential is definitely higher than you and me. Why is his battle spirit only Grade 4?" Ling Feng also sighed, killing tens of thousands of monsters in half a cup of tea, which is too abnormal.

But he was even more puzzled in his heart, how could such a person only possess a rank 4 battle soul?

The fat man touched his chin, pondered seriously, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Perhaps, everyone is wrong, the youngest battle soul is not the ghost of the fourth rank battle soul, but the dark attribute battle soul?"

"Dark battle spirit?" Ling Feng squinted his eyes, then shook his head and said: "It's impossible for everyone to be wrong, but I feel that the youngest battle spirit has become stronger recently."

"No matter what, he is the third child, my Nangong Xiaoxiao's brother, a brother who can count on his life!" The fat man took a deep breath and said firmly.

Ling Feng was silent, a bit of bitterness flashed past, and he said in his heart: "I can count on my life? Maybe, I haven't regarded Xiao Fan as a real brother. Fatty is right. Being a brother can be my life, but I Ling Feng couldn't even control his own life."

No one knew what Ling Feng was thinking about. After a while, several people looked at Xiao Fan again.

Xiao Fan seemed to be tireless, there was only one word in his heart: kill!

I don't know that after a long time, his consciousness has become a little trance. The corpse monsters that died on his hands are piled up like a mountain, and his feet are firmly embedded in the corpse, supporting him not to fall.

Below the corpse mountain, there are only 10,000 to 20,000 corpse monsters left, they have no consciousness at all, and they are still constantly impacting.

Whenever he was about to approach, Xiao Fan swung another sword, a very ordinary sword, but possessed the might of sky-reaching power. He used blood to kill countless times, and Xiao Fan had completely understood the sword of blood kill.

Today, he can exert the maximum power of bleeding and killing on the premise of consuming the least soul power.

Outside, the crowd was waiting a little impatiently and began to become anxious.

"It's been seven days, and the blood mist is still there, but Xiao Fan and the others haven't come out yet. Could it be true that they died inside?"

"It's probably dead, but Senior Brother Qu said that the sixth level has to face it, but the sixteen selves of the same level, even Senior Brother Qu Lin dare not. Didn't they go in to seek death?"

"Let's find a way to get out of here first, this dog doesn't have a killing space for shit, and there is not even a soul beast. We are still in the autumn hunting competition now!"

"The second prince is still very good, and I don’t even bother to waste time in this killing space. Almost 20 days have passed since the autumn hunt in Yancheng, and there are still ten days to go. If nothing else, the first person in this autumn hunt is not the second prince. It must be."

The crowd was ready to leave, and their hearts were full of unwillingness. They were full of confidence and stood for the inheritance of the war emperor, but in the end they were empty-handed and got nothing, and even delayed the time of the Yancheng autumn hunt.

At this moment, Zhao Wubing heard those comments, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "Xiao Fan killed me more than 10,000 black blood crows, that's nearly a million points. Yun Luoyu wanted first, dreaming. !"

When the crowd turned around, suddenly, the Pagoda of Refining Heart rioted again, and the terrifying blood was blazing, and it reflected in the killing space.

The murderous aura remained the same and it was daunting, and the people who were about to leave also stopped and looked at the heart-refining tower again.

"Puff!" Xiao Fan slashed the head of the last monster with a single sword. Xiao Fan shook his footsteps and hurriedly supported his body with the Shura sword, before falling down.

Buzzing~~

Suddenly, the endless blood gleamed towards Xiao Fan, turning into a cloud of **** mist covering Xiao Fan's body, infiltrating his body, infiltrating every meridian and every cell.

Xiao Fan slowly opened his eyes, only to find that the exhaustion of his body was slowly disappearing, a refreshing aura lingered throughout his body, and his murderous aura disappeared, unlike the usual.

At the same time, the four Little Witch, Ling Feng, Fatty and Xiao Jin were also covered by wisps of **** mist, recovering their bodies.

"Killing one is a crime, but slaughtering ten thousand people is a male! If he slaughtered nine million, he was a male male!"

Suddenly, an old voice sounded. At the same time, the scenery around Xiao Fan and the others began to slowly disappear, turning into a small space again. The few people still stayed in the sixth floor of the Heart Refining Tower and never left.

"Congratulations on passing the Trial of Killing God, you can get the inheritance of Killing God!" The old voice came from nowhere. As soon as the voice fell, streams of light flew from the entrance of the seventh floor of the Heart Refining Tower.

Upon closer inspection, there were four streams of streamer. Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he flew directly into the little witch, Ling Feng, Fatty and Xiao Jin's eyebrows disappeared.

Only Xiao Fan stayed in place, at a loss, his consciousness slowly recovered, and he probably understood what had happened before.

Those hundreds of thousands, millions of monsters, seem to be killed by me, right? How can this inheritance of killing gods have nothing to do with me?

Even the little witches are puzzled. The biggest hero should be Xiao Fan. How come they all have rewards, but Xiao Fan doesn't?

"Disciple of the Temple of Asura, through the trial of killing gods, please go to the seventh floor and take away your things." The old voice continued to sound.

"Sura Palace?" Xiao Fan and the others looked at me and I looked at you, feeling at a loss for a while.

"What is the Asura Palace, why haven't I heard of it? I only know the Battle Soul Palace!" The fat man buttoned his ears and said nonchalantly.

Hearing the fat man's words, Ling Feng couldn't help but glanced at the little witch, and then said: "The Battle Soul Continent is vast, and it's normal if I haven't heard of it. Maybe there is such a force as the Asura Palace."

"It doesn't matter whether it exists or not, you'll know if you try." The little witch returned to her vivacity again, but the memory just now was still in her heart.

"Okay, I'll try it." The fat man was very excited and geared his hands. Obviously, this guy was crazy about the inheritance of the emperor.