Chapter Three Five Five Zero

Is it little fate again?

The seven saints were so scared that they turned pale, even if Ming Jue, they did not hesitate to retreat towards the back.

But Xiao Fan's speed was faster, and he hit Ming Jue's chest with a fierce punch, piercing his chest, and his soul power surged.

"You lied to me?" Ming Jue roared angrily, roaring.

How did the small destiny technique that I said suddenly become a fist?

The seven cultivators of the Sovereign Realm also showed anger on their faces. They are powerful experts in the Sovereign Realm. They were even tricked by a kid in the Sovereign Realm. How could they not be angry?

"Three breaths time, it's here!" However, Xiao Fan grinned and said without looking back: "Teacher, you go!"

Opposite Ming Jue and the others showed unwillingness, staring coldly at Xiao Fan, and at the same drunkard behind Xiao Fan, no one shot anything.

Xiao Fan was already prepared to fight for his life, but it was obvious that everyone was motionless, and his heart couldn't help showing a strange look.

But it is relieved to think about it. The drunkard has reunited his physical body, and the strength has recovered to the peak. It is not so easy for them to kill the drunkard.

If you irritate the drunkard and entangle them tightly, none of them will want to get the remaining four nine ghost bodies. "You have stayed here, so how can I leave." The drunkard said lightly, and walked to Xiao Fan step by step, looking at the opposite Ming Jue with amusement, and said, "Who doesn't want to get the nine ghosts, you can do it, I I promise that even if he dies, he will never get

Nine ghost bodies. "

Ming Jue and the others' faces were slightly darkened, the words of the drunkard could be said to be a naked threat, but they had to swallow their anger.

"Fan'er, let's go and watch a good show." Seeing that everyone was silent, the drunkard smiled and walked towards the edge of the light curtain first.

Xiao Fan glanced at a few people, and then left with the pace of the drunkard.

However, his aftermath was looking at Long Wu in the distance. Now that the drunkard has obtained a nine-ghost body, can he draw a gourd in the same way and grab one for Long Wu?

After pondering for a while, Xiao Fan still secretly denied this idea.

Although his avatar Primordial is strong, no matter how strong it is, it can't stop several Holy Venerable Realms from attacking at the same time.

Moreover, he couldn't continue to use the little destiny spell now, and he couldn't threaten the power of the holy state at all.

Of course, if one-on-one, or one against two, Xiao Fan is still confident.

"Something ungrateful!" Xiao Fan had just come to Bing Caiyun, Bing Caiyun looked at Xiao Fan with an unkind expression, and exclaimed in a cold voice.

Xiao Fan frowned. He knew what Bing Caiyun meant. He only grabbed a nine-ghost body from the drunkard, but didn't fight for Dragon Dance.

But in this situation, can he fight for Dragon Dance?

What's more, he robbed the body of his master for the first time. Is this ungrateful?

Xiao Fan didn't refute, as if he hadn't heard her words at all, and flew to the other side.

The drunkard looked at Xiao Fan and Bing Caiyun with a puzzled look. He knew Bing Caiyun, but he didn't know when Xiao Fan and Bing Caiyun came together.

"Do you know the Promise Demon King?" The drunkard looked at Xiao Fan curiously and asked.

"I don't know." Xiao Fan shook his head, and then briefly said about him and Long Wu.

Surprisingly, the drunkard said directly after listening, "It's not bad to marry the divine concubine of the temple as his wife."

Xiao Fan had a black line on his face. What does it mean to take the divine master of the temple as his wife? Is my wife still the apprentice of the Nine Nether Demon Lord?

Really speaking, can the lord of the five major forces be compared with the lord of Jiuyou Hell?

If Jiuyou Demon Lord died one day, this Jiuyou Hell would not be handed over to his disciple?

If you talk about status in this way, the two are no longer at the same level.

Of course, Xiao Fan would not compare Ye Shiyu with Long Wu in this way. One was his wife, and the other was just his friend. There was no comparison at all.

"Teacher, who do you think will get the last four soul clones?" Xiao Fan didn't know how to get drunk, so he changed the subject.

The drunk man squinted his eyes to watch the battle in the distance, his expression becoming solemn again.

"Is Ming Jue's hope great?" Xiao Fan said again.

"I can't see any hope at all, so where is the hope?" The drunkard replied without hesitation.

"How come?" Xiao Fan looked at the drunkard in astonishment.

Ming Jue is one of the five major forces, and his strength is one of the best in this group. It stands to reason that he has the greatest hope of winning the nine ghosts.

But how come to the mouth of the drunk man, he completely believes that Mingjue cannot get the nine ghost bodies?

The drunkard didn't explain anything in detail, and said slowly: "It's not just that he can't get it, but the King of Thousand Faces, the Ghost Lord of Tianyuan, they should not get it.

Originally I thought that the imperial concubine would not get it, but after hearing what you said just now, I think she has a great possibility of getting a nine-ghost body. "

Xiao Fan looked dumbfounded, what does this mean, why is the teacher so sure?

Moreover, the teacher got the nine ghosts and recovered the physical body, how could he look very unhappy.

Xiao Fan was puzzled, but asked the drunkard, who was reluctant to tell him.

Xiao Fan was helpless, but he faintly felt that something bad was about to happen.

Before the drunkard felt the danger here, Long Wu also felt it, Xiao Fan didn't think it was out of nothing.

"Could there be other things happening?" Xiao Fan whispered in his heart, and he had to remind himself that he must not take it lightly.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan once again looked at the battle in the distance.

Because the drunkard got a Nine Nether clone, now there are only four soul clones left, and they have to watch the others closely.

At the same time, everyone worked harder.

Previously Xiao Fan eliminated one, and the drunkard was also out, but this was far from enough.

There are still twenty or so holy noble realms left, and it is impossible for everyone to get the nine ghost bodies, a dozen must be eliminated.

When Xiao Fan saw Ming Jue being besieged by the three Saint-Venerable Realm powerhouses, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly said: "It seems that the strength is too strong and it is not good."

If it weren't for Ming Jue to be the strongest of these people, he wouldn't be besieged by the three holy sovereigns.

In this situation, he really, as the drunkard said, may not be able to obtain the nine ghosts.

"Asshole, Duanmuku, you dare to target this emperor!" Mingjue was beaten back and forth. He is strong, but he is also limited. Without desperately, how can he be the three powerful masters in the holy state? The opponent to besiege?

"Master Minggu, you have misunderstood us. We are not targeting you, but because you are too strong." The black-robed old man opposite Duan Mu said with a smile, and he has been targeting Ming Jue.

"If this emperor fights this life, he won't let you get the nine ghosts." Ming Jue was also really angry at this moment, and the battle became more and more crazy. A horrible aura erupted from him, abandoning the other two Holy Venerable realms, and headed straight for Duanmu withered away.