Chapter 87: Wrong number

Huang Mo stared at Tai Sui who was fighting in the distance in dismay, full of disbelief.

Tai Sui is the Celestial Race?

How can it be!

Although he looks down on Tai Sui, but he has lived with him for countless years. How can he not even see this?

Even if he couldn't break it, wouldn't he still be able to see it?

"So, you won't believe it." Xiao Fan kept moving closer to the battlefield between the holy angels and Tai Sui without any reduction in speed. "I actually just doubt it, but Xiao Wu's words can't be wrong."

"Guan Xiaoqi?" Huang Mo was puzzled, puzzled: "He just entered the ancestral king realm for the first time."

An ordinary king realm, it's not that the wild demon looks down on him.

This news is really horrible, they can't see through these heavenly kings, but can an ordinary king see it?

"He is a spiritual clan." Xiao Fan added a clan.

"Spirit race?" Huang Mo was taken aback, and then revealed a look of surprise: "Didn't the spirit race extinct as early as the ancient age? How could it be..."

Huang Mo didn't continue speaking because he knew that Xiao Fan would definitely not lie.

"Are you sure that the Spirit Race disappeared in the Immortal Ancient Era?" This time it was Xiao Fan's turn to be surprised.

He always thought that the spirit race was just a slightly special race.

But from Huang Mo's tone, he heard extreme shock.

Could it be that the spirit race's head is so big?

"I'm sure." Huang Mo nodded confidently, "Moreover, it was the immortal's hand. At that time, we realized that the extraordinary spirit of the spirit race may be the only race that can threaten the immortal."

"Oh?" Xiao Fan was extremely surprised, "Although the Spirit Race can swallow all kinds of pure energy breakthroughs, is this not special?"

No wonder Xiao Fan was so surprised that there are so many special races in the world.

There are countless more special races stronger than spirit races.

Fighting Saint Clan, Fengtian Clan, even Soul Clan, do not know how many times stronger than Spirit Clan.

The gap between Guan Xiaoqi and Ye Shiyu has always been extremely obvious.

"Not special?" Huang Mo shook his head with a wry smile, "It can be said that the Spirit Race is one of the most special races in the world."

Xiao Fan was shocked and did not interrupt Huang Mo's words.

After a pause, Huang Mo said again: "No matter the Fengtian clan or the Shura clan, these races are strong and have created countless legends, but.

They are all just acquired races, and the spirit race is the only innate race that can rival the chaos ancestor spirit race.

Moreover, the old man in time and space said that the spirit race is most likely the closest race to immortals in the world. "

"Xiang?" Xiao Fan shuddered suddenly, stopped his figure in an instant, and then continued to take steps after a few breaths.

"Yes, immortals actually have races. Together with his subordinates, we call them the immortal clan, and the spirit clan is the closest to the immortal clan, which is why the immortal took the initiative to destroy the spirit clan.

Not only that, the immortal not only destroyed the spirit race with his own hands, but also placed an extremely evil curse on the spirit race. "

Huang Mo looked extremely solemn, "I originally thought that the Spirit Race had already disappeared in the long river of history, but I didn't expect that someone from the Spirit Race actually broke through to the ancestral king realm."

Xiao Fan set off a stormy sea in his heart.

He didn't tell Huang Mo that the Spirit Clan was not only about Xiao Qiyi, but also a lot.

It's just that, except for Guan Xiaoqi, the strength of the other people is too weak, and almost no one breaks through the Holy Ancestor Realm.

Xiao Fan had also suspected before that there were many spiritual geniuses, but breakthroughs became more and more difficult.

Now he understands that almost all of them are related to the curse of the immortal.

"What curse did the fairy cast on the Spirit Race?" Xiao Fan couldn't help asking.

"I don't know the details, but the Spirit Race will never break through the Saint Ancestor Realm, otherwise they will die without knowing it." Huang Mo shook his head.

Xiao Fan didn't continue to ask, he faintly felt that if he could solve this curse, he might be able to find the weakness of the immortal.

After all, since the immortal fears the Spirit Race, it must be because the Spirit Race has the means to deal with him.

"Xiao Fan, you and me, really want to join them in the battle?" As the battlefield gets closer, Huang Mo's brows frown.

What a joke.

That's two quasi-immortal king realm powerhouses.

Moreover, the holy angel is still a real fairyland.

In this heavenly king stage, he can barely resist a few moves.

But what about Xiao Fan?

He is just an ordinary king, how could he be an opponent of the fairy king?

"It's not to join them in the battle, but to deal with Tai Sui, regardless of the holy angel." Xiao Fan said solemnly.

"Tai Sui is not the enemy of you and me." Huang Mo was extremely speechless.

Besides, if it is really as Xiao Fan said, Tai Sui is a celestial race, how can the holy angels watch them attack Tai Sui?

"If you don't want to face an immortal king in the future, you have to find ways to deal with Tai Sui." Xiao Fan's eyes were burning, and he shot out murderously.

Without waiting for the wild demon to react, Xiao Fan speeded up in vain, and rushed into the sea of ​​chaos for the first time, holding the Shura sword and heading straight for Tai Sui.

Huang Mo gritted his teeth, although he was totally unwilling, but the matter was over, there was no way for him to escape.

Suddenly he speeded up, and Xiao Fan left and right, taking advantage of Tai Sui's unpreparedness, decisively shot.

Boom!

Xiao Fan and the two joined forces to interrupt the battle between Tai Sui and the holy angel.

"Looking for death!" Tai Sui shouted angrily, as if waking up from a certain state, seeing someone disturbing, suddenly furious, raising his hand was two fairy lights shooting at Xiao Fan and Huang Mo.

With two muffled bangs, the immortal light shining through the world, shining through the past and present, instantly shook the attacks of Xiao Fan and Huang Mo.

The horrible fairy light penetrated through the bodies of the two of them, and blood shot.

With just one move, the two were seriously injured.

"It's you again!" Tai Sui glared at Xiao Fan and Huang Mo with red eyes, wishing to cut them off.

Huang Mo's face was gloomy, and his expression was extremely alert.

"I said we made a wrong number, do you believe it? We dealt with him." Xiao Fan looked innocent.

"Huh, get out."

Tai Sui didn't have the heart to deal with Xiao Fan and Huang Mo at the moment, what was more important than his attack on the fairy king realm?

However, Xiao Fan remained motionless.

What a joke, he was here to deal with Tai Sui, so how could he leave?

"Although we are weak, everyone is responsible for dealing with the Celestial Race. We can help you." Xiao Fan said solemnly.

Tai Sui's face was cold and his eyelids jumped wildly.

Is this guy really here to deal with holy angels?

"How far are you and how far you are going, this is the battle between this king and him." Tai Sui's tone was cold, and his biting murderous intent locked Xiao Fan.

When the wild demon heard the words, he was shocked, and then he completely believed in Xiao Fan's judgment.

If it wasn't for Tai Sui to belong to the Celestial Race, how would the holy angels help Tai Sui hit the fairy king realm?

Moreover, it was not like the Tai Sui he knew, who didn't kill Xiao Fan the first time, and there was so much nonsense.

"No, the Celestial Clan is our common enemy, how can you let you fight alone?" Xiao Fan was filled with indignation, and did not feel Tai Sui's killing intent at all. The corners of his mouth twitched when the wild demon heard the words.