Supreme Killer

Chapter 4678: Hunyuan stick

Nangong Xiaoxiao is like a pious ascetic monk. Every time he walks a few steps, he will fall to the ground, and the whole mountain will tremble slightly.

Ling Feng and Ye Shiyu clenched their fists, their eyes were red and their noses were a little sour.

How can they not know Nangong Xiaoxiao's thoughts?

Seeing the people around him, one by one was walking in front, after finally catching up, he was quickly pulled away.

This taste is extremely uncomfortable.

In order to become stronger, he fought and killed endlessly in eternal time and space. With the accumulation of endless resources, he barely broke through the peerless ancestor realm.

On the other hand, Xiao Fan, Xie Yu, God Killing, and Ling Feng all have the power to fight the Supreme Ancestral Realm, and there is a strong sense of frustration in his heart.

Especially when he saw God Killing, Ling Feng and endless fire got a great opportunity, he became more anxious.

If this continues, sooner or later, everyone will be thrown away.

"Lao San, is there any way to help him?" Ling Feng secretly conveyed to Xiao Fan, seeing Nangong Xiaoxiao's appearance, he was extremely sad.

"You can only rely on himself." Xiao Fan shook his head, "The power of the bloodline of the fighting saints lies in the word'unyielding', the unyielding fighting will and the unyielding will. Only in this way can they become stronger."

Ling Feng was silent for a while, and sighed for a long time: "In these years, we have been fighting endlessly and fighting each other. He has been competing with me, losing more and winning less.

I hit him from time to time, but I never thought about his mentality. In fact, he worked harder than anyone else, otherwise, it would be impossible to break through the peerless ancestor. "

Xiao Fan was deeply impressed by Ling Feng's words.

Nangong Xiaoxiao's talent is certainly good, but normally speaking, being able to break through the Immortal Ancestor in this life is already considered the limit.

But Nangong Xiaoxiao forced herself to use her hard work, reaching a level that countless people looked up to.

If you change to another person, it is estimated that you will still stay in the heavenly realm.

Few people can compare this will with the eyes of all realms.

If it were a peaceful and prosperous age, the cultivation of the peerless ancestor would have been enough to be proud of the heavens and the world.

However, the catastrophe is approaching and the world will be chaotic. Everyone has a sense of urgency, but the cultivation of the peerless Saint Ancestor Realm is not enough.

To become stronger, hard work alone is far from enough, at least it is impossible to break through a higher realm with hard work in a short period of time.

The most important thing is talent. "Not only the second child, Xiaojin and Xiaoqi are the same. Although they have broken through the indestructible ancestor, they are farther and farther away from us. Although they have not shown much in front of us, I can feel their inferiority and guilt. "Ye Shiyu's voice

Somewhat hoarse.

Xiao Fan was silent. Although he wanted to make his brothers stronger, he didn't want to put them in danger.

What he can do is to keep getting stronger so that he can have enough strength to protect the people around him.

"You are waiting for me here." For a long time, Xiao Fan took a deep breath and suddenly took a step towards Nangong Xiaoxiao.

Ling Feng and Ye Shiyu wanted to stop Xiao Fan, but the next moment something surprised them happened.

I saw Xiao Fan calmly walked into the bloodline barrier, not like the two of them, being shaken by the bloodline barrier, but walking steadily, as if the bloodline barrier did not exist at all.

"This?" Ling Feng was dumbfounded, all this was completely beyond his cognition.

Ye Shiyu smiled slightly and quickly recovered her calm.

It seemed that all this was unexpected and unexpected.

"Lao San, how did you come up?" Nangong Xiaoxiao stood up again, and found that there was an extra figure beside him, she couldn't help being surprised.

"Second, I thought you were going to give up." Xiao Fan laughed jokingly.

"Fart, brother is the kind of person who gives up easily?" Nangong Xiaoxiao cursed with a smile, "By the way, why are you all right? The boss and the little witch can't get in."

Seeing Xiao Fan's appearance, Nangong Xiaoxiao said that he was not disappointed, it was impossible.

This also proves that the gap between him and Xiao Fan is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Fan shrugged and smiled: "That's how I walked in."

"Can't compare with your pervert?" Nangong Xiaoxiao comforted himself, calming his thoughts.

"Do you want me to take you for a ride?" Xiao Fan thought for a while.

Nangong Xiaoxiao looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, and after a moment of indulgence, he shook his head: "I'll do it myself, maybe you can help me and even make my bloodline stronger, but you can't help me forever."

Hearing this, Xiao Fan smiled.

If Nangong Xiaoxiao asked him to help, he would naturally not refuse.

But he even hoped that Nangong Xiaoxiao could reach the top of the mountain on his own strength.

"It's my brother, then I'll be waiting for you on the top of the mountain." Xiao Fan patted Nangong Xiaoxiao on the shoulder, and then walked like flying, quickly rushing to the top of the mountain.

After a few breaths, it disappeared into the sight of a few people.

"This pervert." Nangong Xiaoxiao cursed in a low voice, then shook his head and smiled before continuing to climb.

Although this process is very difficult, Nangong Xiaoxiao can clearly feel that the power of her blood is slowly becoming stronger under this powerful pressure.

Although the process was extremely slow, he was still full of confidence.

Moreover, he had a feeling that this might be the only chance he could catch up with Xiao Fan and the others.

In other words, Xiao Fan disappeared from the sight of everyone, and the speed accelerated again, and after a few breaths, he appeared on the top of the mountain.

What catches the eye is a huge black iron rod, which looks only three feet long, with mysterious lines carved on it. The whole body is pitch black as ink, exuding faint black gold fluorescence.

The black iron rod is just floating on the top of the mountain, looking plain and unremarkable, but it seems to suppress the heavens and the world.

That powerful coercion radiated from the black iron rod.

If people know, such a stick will make the peerless saint ancestor feel desperate, and I don't know how to feel.

Xiao Fan slowly walked to the black iron rod, stretched out a palm, and grabbed it towards the black iron rod.

Hum!

Suddenly, a black light burst out from the black iron rod, and the powerful force shook Xiao Fan back several steps, and a thought sounded in Xiao Fan's mind.

"Who are you? Why can you come here without the blood of the fighting saints?"

Obviously, this sound was made by the spirit of the black iron rod.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I know you are the Hunyuan stick, Doutian's weapon." Xiao Fan smiled slightly.

Yes, this black iron rod is exactly the weapon he received from his apprentice Doutian when he returned to the ancient times.

When you took Doutian as a disciple, Xiao Fan never dreamed that Doutian would become one of the great giants in the past.

Xiao Fan was able to come here because the blood enchantment of the Doutian Saint Clan resonated with him in a certain way, and did not attack him at all.

"Do you know the master?" Hun Yuan stick's tone was full of disbelief. "I don't just know him." Xiao Fan smiled, showing a trace of nostalgia, and said with a serious face: "In the first battle, you entered here, where is Doutian now?"