"Xiao Fan, don't deceive too much!" Yi Feimo backed away a few steps in fright. Xiao Fan alone was enough for him to drink a pot.

Are you a group now?

Even Nangong Tianyi might not dare to join forces with a few people.

"Didn't you Yi Feimo say that you have to rely on your ability? Now that you have a chance to compete for the dragon soul fruit, you say I deceive people too much?" Xiao Fan looked at Yi Feimo amused.

"You!" Yi Feimo was speechless for a while and didn't know what to say.

"If it weren't for looking at the face of Yi Sanye, I would kill you now, believe it or not?" Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, and the killing intent was quietly emanating, "From the moment you surrendered to Nangong Tianyi, you are not eligible. Standing here, still want dragon soul fruit?"

"roll!"

Seeing what Yi Feimo wanted to say, Xiao Fan yelled directly, exhaling a killing sword qi from his mouth, and went straight to Yi Feimo.

Yi Feimo's face changed wildly. He didn't expect Xiao Fan to shoot without saying hello. He stepped on his feet and jumped directly off the Thousand Chance Tower.

The others felt the icy chill on Xiao Fan's body, and couldn't help but shiver, and jumped toward the bottom of the Thousand Chance Tower.

"Yi Feimuo, it's really a pity." Bei Chenfeng shook his head and said, "The children of the big family, how many can stand the wind and rain?"

Suddenly, feeling Chu frivolous stern eyes, Bei Chenfeng coughed dryly: "Brother Chu is a true hero, of course he is not included."

Bei Chenfeng didn't dare to fight with the lunatic Chu Qingkang, it was not because he was afraid of Chu Qingkang's strength, but Chu Qingkang played fiercely, that was endless.

Several people waited quietly, one dragon soul fruit matured one by one, and everyone was already prepared. Bei Chenfeng got the third dragon soul fruit and entered the Thousand Chance Tower.

Then came Lou Aotian, then Chu frivolous, then Mad Wolf, Guan Xiaoqi, Yingfeng, and finally his Xiao Fan.

The people in the distance could only watch Xiao Fan disappear into the Thousand Chance Tower.

"Hey, look at it!" Suddenly someone exclaimed, their eyes gathered at the Thousand Chance Tower, showing a look of horror.

The dragon soul tree suddenly withered quickly, and the rich vitality disappeared.

Rumble!

Immediately afterwards, the Seven Color Thousand Chance Tower also collapsed quickly, turning into a pile of ashes and rushing in all directions, and there was a rumbling sound in the huge deep pit.

"It collapsed? What about Xiao Fan and the others?" The crowd showed a look of horror, and many people secretly rejoiced in their hearts. Fortunately, they didn't go in, otherwise there would be absolutely no life.

"What about the dragon soul fruit? It's not a dead end. Let's go. There are still two months left. This ancient land is vast and there may be other treasures." Someone spoke, and others couldn't help nodding their heads, one after another. Going in all directions.

The monks who entered the secret realm of the ancient land suffered countless deaths and injuries, whether it was for Da Li or Dalong, it was an immeasurable loss.

It is very rare to be able to survive. Compared to life, what are other things?

"Xiao Fan, you are killing yourself!" Yi Feimo let out a cold snort and disappeared in place.

From high in the sky, Xiao Ming made a long roar and swooped down, and a gust of wind lifted the ruins of the Thousand Chance Tower. Unfortunately, Xiao Fan and the others were no longer visible.

Xiao Ming roared extremely unwillingly, it did not leave, but guarded on the pile of ruins, waiting quietly.

In a valley, Long Xiao was lying on a stone, and Long Chen sat beside him, quietly listening to the news that several monks had inquired about.

"Xiao You was killed by Xiao Fan? Cough cough~" Long Xiao coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood when he was a little excited.

"It's fine if you die." Long Chen said lightly, adding in his heart: "However, Granny Tianxiang won't let him go. This Xiao Fan really ignores the world, and soon the holy city will come to the Southern Territory Nine Dynasties to choose. There will be people, when the nine emperors will gather together, it will be another grand gathering."

"Next time I meet him, I must defeat him." Long Xiao said sternly. Xiao You was killed. He was not so angry. Instead, he was defeated by Xiao Fan, which made him extremely unwilling.

What he didn't know was that his injury was not cured by ordinary people.

"Next time, it should be soon." Long Chen squinted his eyes, his expression a little blurred.

When Xiao Fan entered the Thousand Chance Tower, he felt as if he had entered a void passage. The glow in the passage flashed with a huge sense of oppression.

He wanted to see everything clearly, but there was a twist around him, with dense threads spiraling around him, and he was dizzy after seeing it for a moment.

"Why do I seem to travel through time and space?" Xiao Fan muttered to himself, with a chill in his heart. This Thousand Chance Tower is completely different from what he imagined.

Like the heart-refining tower and soul-refining tower, don't they all have to fight all the time to go up one by one?

This Thousand Chance Tower is completely different. Xiao Fan feels that he is in a world of lines. The countless lines continue to spiral and grow rapidly. Xiao Fan feels that he is rotating with the spiral threads. It is too fast. .

"Soul lines? It doesn't look like it." Xiao Fan touched his head, trying to catch those silk threads with his soul power, but he couldn't catch them at all, fast, not as fast as human eyes.

"Wait, how come I have seen this image somewhere." Xiao Fan suddenly closed his eyes and silently sensed it with his soul power. Compared to the naked eye, the soul power was captured much more clearly, not to mention. , Xiao Fan's spirit power is extremely pure.

Suddenly, Xiao Fan's heart condensed, and he said in amazement, "By the way, Lao Pei often stares at the picture, it is also so many threads, densely packed."

Xiao Fan's memory is really good. He thought of the weird picture in an instant, and he was quite sure that these threads should be mysterious soul patterns.

However, Xiao Fan also began to worry. It was a soul pattern map that even Bei Lao hadn't studied thoroughly. Can he study it thoroughly?

Xiao Fan suspected that he was dreaming, but he felt wrong again, because there was a pure power coming from his body, and this power definitely came from the dragon soul fruit.

Xiao Fan was refining the power of the dragon soul fruit, frowning and said: "This dragon soul fruit is not necessarily so powerful, why I don't feel like a breakthrough at all!"

It was just that when Xiao Fan sank into his body, he found that most of the power of the Dragon Soul Fruit was absorbed by the ghost war soul. What surprised Xiao Fan was that the ghost war soul had a sign of breakthrough.

Now the ghost battle soul is the seventh rank, if it breaks through again, wouldn't it be the eighth rank?

Xiao Fan hurriedly sat cross-legged, ignored the countless silk threads, and began to refine the majestic soul power of the dragon soul fruit.

I don't know how long it took, the battle spirit of Youlin soared, and the majestic spirit power fluctuations oscillated from Xiao Fan's body. As for the so-called artistic conception, Xiao Fan did not feel it at all.

"Isn't it possible to refining the dragon soul fruit, it is very possible to realize a kind of artistic conception?" Xiao Fan's face was dark, but then he showed a smile again, and said to himself: "No matter, the ghost war soul finally broke through the eighth rank. What can you expect?"

"Hey, I swallowed a dragon soul fruit, several 8th-rank battle souls, countless soul stones and soul crystals, and that pool of ice attribute energy that barely broke through the 8th-rank battle soul. If you want to break through the ninth rank, it is estimated Difficult."

Thinking of the vast soul power required for the advancement of the ghost war soul, Xiao Fan felt miserable in his heart, and it was too difficult for the ghost war soul to break through.

After a long time, when the spirit of the ghost war soul finally stabilized, Xiao Fan opened his eyes again, and the lines were still there, and the speed remained unchanged.

"Hey, although this speed hasn't slowed down, how can I see it more clearly?" Xiao Fan showed a strange look on his face. Is this also related to the strength of the ghost war spirit?

Ten more, the old evil tried his best.