Chapter One Seven One One Comes to the East China Sea

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, Zhan Huangtian looked at him puzzledly. Their speed was fast enough, and they could even say they spared no effort. Why is Xiao Fan too slow?

In the void space, but it is easy to encounter the void storm, even if the God of War encounters the void storm, it is estimated that it will be very troublesome.

They can't just rush on, but they don't even care about their own safety.

Xiao Fan also seemed to see the doubts of several people, and said: "Several people, the Temple of War has already taken action against the ancient tribes. I am worried about the safety of my family, so I will go ahead."

After hearing this, several people looked different, and Zhan Huangtian persuaded: "Brother Xiao, I know you are rushing back to understand the situation, but if things have already happened, there is no big difference between a few days later and a few days earlier."

Although he said that, there was a flash of worry in Zhan Huangtian's eyes. He betrayed the Temple of War. Will the Temple of War let his family be spared?

Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "Hurry back earlier, maybe you can avoid some things from happening."

Seeing Xiao Fan's resolute tone, it was impossible to change his mind, and several people didn't know what to say.

"Hall Master, I will walk with you, maybe I can help you with some small things." Jian Luo suddenly took a deep breath.

When he said this, Jian Luo unexpectedly showed a look of embarrassment, because he knew that with Xiao Fan's strength, what else could his Jian Luo help?

However, to Jian Luo's surprise, Xiao Fan nodded and said, "Also."

When the voice fell, Xiao Fan's whole body rose in vain, and the power of nothingness around him seemed to be squeezed out.

"Huntian Xinghuosuo?" Zhan Huangtian's eyes lit up, and then a hint of surprise appeared. No wonder Xiao Fan said that they were slow, but he didn't expect this thing.

Moreover, Zhan Huangtian also knew that the Huntian Xinghuo Shuttle was used by several special teams in the War God Temple given by the reincarnation, but he did not expect it to fall into the hands of Xiao Fan.

"With this turbulent sky and star fire shuttle, you can naturally be free from the emptiness of the storm. The lord takes care." The worry on Xing Sheng's face disappeared.

Xiao Fan nodded, clasped his fists and said: "A few, see you in the Battle Soul Continent."

Without waiting for a few people to react, Xiao Fan lifted Jian Luo's shoulders and shot at the blue star at the end of the void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Fan was too worried about the safety of the Xiao family and his mother. He had heard about the battle against the ancients in the Temple of War more than half a year ago.

Now that half a year has passed, who knows what the Battle Soul Continent has become?

What Xiao Fan feared the most was that the Temple of War had already killed many ancient races and united the soul continent. He could only pray in his heart, hoping that such things would not happen.

Driving the star-fire shuttle across the sky, Xiao Fan and Jianluo were fast, like a comet, they were planted into the blue stars in just half an hour.

In a short while, on the vast sea, two more figures appeared.

"The air in the Battle Soul Continent is better and comfortable." Jian Luo sucked greedily for several breaths, a long-lost feeling welled up in his heart, and his nose felt a little sour.

Xiao Fan was very calm. He had only left the War God Continent for more than a year. For the War God Realm and War God Realm cultivators, it was not a long time.

However, a lot of things have happened in this more than a year, and Xiao Fan has also become a powerhouse in the late stage of God of War.

For monks, hard practice is important, but chances are even more precious. An opportunity can sometimes be better than others' ten years or even a hundred years of hard practice.

"East China Sea?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and the power of the soul swept away, instantly covering a radius of thousands of miles.

Now his soul strength is stronger than the average God of War peak, this distance is nothing to him.

After a short while, Xiao Fan suddenly turned his head and looked in the other direction, and flew towards there. Jian Luo followed without hesitation.

The east is near the seaport.

Today's Linhai Port is no longer the bustling and bustling it was a few years ago, and the shouting of the port has disappeared. There are very few monks going to the sea to experience.

Even the sky is gray, giving people an extremely depressed feeling, and the whole city seems to be in a dead silence.

At this moment, a huge warship slowly approached the Linhai Port, and on the bow stood a man in black robes with hands holding hands.

The man with black hair danced, exuding a wave of domineering and majesty invisibly. If Xiao Fan saw it, he would definitely recognize it. This person is not someone else, but Hu Mengran.

"Although it took a long time for this trip, it took a year, but it was still a full return." Hu Mengran looked at Linhai Port closer and closer, and his eyes flickered: "The son and they went to the land of the gods a year ago. , I should be back soon."

Hu Mengran couldn't help thinking of Xiao Fan's figure in his mind, and his eyes were full of awe. For Xiao Fan, Hu Mengran was grateful and awe from the heart.

If it weren't for Xiao Fan, his son Hu Daoyuan might be dead. Hu Mengran secretly vowed that he would do his best to help Xiao Fan, even if Xiao Fan didn't care too much about his help.

While thoughts were floating, the warship was already approaching the harbour, and there were more and more people on the deck. After going out to sea for more than a year, it finally landed, and the sailors were extremely excited.

"Fifth Brother, we are here." Seeing Hu Mengran in a daze, a monk walked up to Hu Mengran respectfully.

As if he hadn't heard his words, Hu Mengran's sharp eyes scanned the harbor, his expression extremely solemn.

"Fifth Brother, what's the matter?" The man asked worriedly when he saw that Hu Mengran's expression was a little different.

"Exit the port!" Hu Mengran regained his senses and said solemnly.

"What?" The monk thought he had heard it wrong and couldn't help asking.

"Quit the port, hurry!" Hu Mengran shouted, not loud, but many people on the deck could hear it clearly.

Most of the people's faces were puzzled. After they waited for someone to approach the port, why did they suddenly exit?

Doubts turned to doubts, but no one dared to disobey Hu Mengran's order. On this boat, he said one is one, and no one dared to refute his order.

"Since you are here, you don't have to go."

Just as the sailor was about to control the warship to leave the port, an indifferent voice sounded. Above the sky, a man in golden robe appeared at some point.

The man in the golden robe stood there like an unclimbable peak, pressing everyone above the battleship to breathe.

Hu Mengran immediately changed color. He has now broken through the peak of the Battle Saint Realm, but he feels that he has no resistance in front of the golden robe man.

Before everyone came back to their senses, there was a burst of sound in the void, dozens of figures appeared around the battleship, and the aura radiating from everyone was extremely strong.

"Could it be the God of War?" Hu Mengran remained calm on the surface, but a turbulent wave was set off in his heart. He really couldn't understand why the power of the God of War blocked his ship?

But he knew that he and others had been ambushed. No wonder he felt that the port was a bit weird before, and the usually bustling port was so silent now that he could only see one or two people occasionally.

Unfortunately, when he found that something was wrong, his party was already in trouble.

"Who is Hu Laowu, get out of here." The man in the golden robe suddenly spoke, his cold voice echoing in the void.