Supreme Killer

Chapter 1936: Are you looking for me

Chapter 1936: Are you looking for me

Chapter One Nine Three Six Are You Looking For Me

Xiao Fan withdrew from the divine palace intently, looking at the huge **** Ming Kun corpse on the sea, his eyes were extremely cold, and he muttered to himself, "Why is this?"

He gave Xue Ling Ming Kun a way out, but it was a pity that Xue Ling Ming Kun didn't cherish it. Xiao Fan killed him naturally without any guilt.

In his hands, Xiao Fan's fingertips suddenly shot out a stream of light, and flew towards the corpse of Xue Ling Ming Kun.

At the next moment, the huge corpse was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the blood spirit Ming Kun is dead, its corpse is also extremely precious, and its flesh contains unimaginable essence, Xiao Fan naturally cannot waste it.

Similarly, Soul Eater didn't want to waste. Blood Spirit Haunting was once the peak of the gods. Even if it fell to the early stage of the gods, the essence in its flesh was much stronger than that of the ordinary gods.

I have to say that this time fishing in the Blood Lake, Xiao Fan's harvest was not so great.

He didn't know whether God Killing and Soul Eater could break through the Heaven God Realm, but the distance between the two beasts was certainly not small, at least one step closer to the Heaven God Realm.

"Go to Xiaotiandi for refining." Xiao Fan groaned softly, and the huge corpse of Xue Ling Ming Kun suddenly disappeared on the lake.

It would definitely take a long time for such a large corpse to devour the soul, Xiao Fan didn't want to wait here.

In the palm of his hand, a blood-colored crystal appeared, and a breathtaking breath radiated from above the blood-colored crystal.

"Keep it here first." With a move of thought, Xiao Fan sealed the blood-colored crystal. This thing was much more precious than the corpse of the blood spirit Ming Kun. Xiao Fan hadn't thought of a way to deal with it for the time being.

Xiao Fan stood quietly on the water, his brows were slightly twisted, but he was a little unhappy at the moment.

"My soul has swallowed the power of thousands of sacred fish, and it can't break through the realm of the gods. Is it necessary for the fate to merge with the crystal of divine power?" Xiao Fan thought in his heart.

If it were changed to someone else, the soul would have swallowed so many powers of the sacred fish, it was estimated that the support would be crushed.

However, Xiao Fan's soul body abruptly stood up, and was constantly tempering the remaining power of the mysterious fish.

He felt a little regretful in his heart, and he had known that he should have asked God endless about the method for the lifeless man to break through the heavenly gods.

Then Xiao Fan shook his head again. Although he believed that God endless would not harm him, he did not want to expose the secrets of his lifeless people to anyone.

Before, Yun Pan'er also mentioned to him about his lifeless people, don't let others know.

"By the way, since Yun Pan'er knows that I am a lifeless person, maybe she knows the way to break through." Xiao Fan suddenly brightened his eyes.

He secretly made a decision, and when he returned to the Battle Soul Continent, he had the opportunity to ask Yun Pan'er again.

"Shi Yu, boss, second child, everyone is waiting for me, I will be back soon." Xiao Fan took a deep breath and sighed to the sky.

Killing the blood spirit Ming Kun also gave Xiao Fan a clear understanding of his own strength, even facing the early stage of the Heavenly God Realm, he had the power to fight.

And now, Xiao Fan had some touches on the tenth Cheng's life and death secrets. He was attacked by the blood spirit Ming Kun just now, and he wandered between life and death again.

Maybe it won't take long for Xiao Fan to comprehend the tenth of life and death and break through the peak of the God of War.

Xue Ling Ming Kun was the first Heavenly God Realm powerhouse Xiao Fan killed, but he was definitely not the last.

Glancing at the surface of the lake, Xiao Fan condensed his mind. There are not many of the mysterious fish in the blood lake, and the rest will soon disappear.

This lake of blood, there is no longer a need to stay.

"Eight hundred sacred fishes of Profound meaning are enough for the Asura Hall." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, suddenly stepped into the air, and swept toward the sky at great speed.

A few hours ago, due to the Upanishad Fish riot in the Blood Lake, the monks who participated in the Blood Lake fishing changed in shock and rushed towards the four exits without hesitation.

The monks in the ancient city of Shura were also inexplicably surprised when they saw the people participating in the blood lake fishing rush ashore.

"What's the matter, don't you still have a few days to go fishing in the Blood Lake? Why everyone has gone ashore."

"I heard that the sacred fish rioted, and the monks suffered heavy casualties. At least 50% of the cultivators were killed in the belly of the fish. Although everyone wants the sacred fish, it also has a small life to enjoy."

"This year of Blood Lake fishing is really weird. Nothing bad will happen."

"Look, isn't that Lengtong? He is so embarrassed, so how can other people get better?"

The crowd looked at the monks coming ashore, inexplicably horrified, and those who could come back alive were somewhat embarrassed.

Some people secretly rejoiced, but fortunately they didn't participate in the blood lake fishing, otherwise their life might have been accounted for there.

Leng Tong quickly left the exit with some people and disappeared in the crowd. He still sighed in his heart, naturally looking for someone to vent.

Time passed, and a few hours later, when Tianyun Pavilion was located, Zhuo Tianhong and his entourage also set foot on the shore. The expressions of several people were extremely solemn, and they scanned the crowd.

They risked their lives to stroll around the blood lake, but still did not see Xiao Fan's figure, and all of them had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

They had hoped that Xiao Fan would have already gone ashore, but there was no trace of Xiao Fan in the crowd.

"Go back to the inn and wait for the son, I believe he will come back." Jian Luo said first, he didn't want Xiao Fan to have any accidents.

Several people nodded, losing the backbone of Xiao Fan, everyone was a little at a loss.

"Grab them!" Jian Luo and his party had just taken a few steps, suddenly an angry shout, and then, a powerful breath instantly enveloped them.

The surrounding cultivators retreated and gave way. After a short while, a group of figures suddenly surrounded Jian Luo and them in the center, looking at them with a murderous look.

Then, a figure emerged from the crowd, staring at Jian Luo and them coldly.

"Leng Tong, it's you again!" Xiao Tianyang looked at the incoming people angrily, and Leng Tong repeatedly troubled them, and no one could bear it.

"Dare to kill my son of the Asura Mountain inheritance, this time none of you can run away." Leng Tong grinned at Xiao Tianyang and the others.

In the lake of blood, he suffered several losses, and he couldn't swallow it anyway.

He was not Zhuo Tianhong's opponent in the blood lake, but on the shore, Leng Tong had no scruples.

"These people are so daring to be ambitious, they dare to kill the son of the Asura Mountain inheritance?"

"Don't they know that this is Mount Shura? This is just looking for death."

"Quickly stay away from them, if we are misunderstood by Mount Shura, we will have no good end."

The surrounding monks looked at Zhuo Tianhong and the others in surprise, and then retreated one after another, trying to clear their relationship with Zhuo Tianhong and the others.

Killing the sons of the inheritance on Mount Asura, such a move is undoubtedly provoking Mount Asura, and Mount Asura will never let them go.

"Where is Xiao Fan?" Leng Tong glanced around, but didn't see Xiao Fan.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, another voice came from a distance. The crowd looked for the voice, but they saw a lone boat slowly approaching Tianyun Pavilion on the Blood Lake.

On the lone boat, stood a young man in a black robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, aloof as an immortal.