Chapter 300 This Is... Heavenly Tribulation?

Just in the nick of time.

Deep in the ancestral land of the Spirit Race.

"boom!"

suddenly.

A terrible breath rushed out, as if it could penetrate the past, present and future, like a mighty ~ existence, finally came out.

"Boom!"

The sky shattered.

A skinny palm, holding a dragon-headed crutch, at the other end of time and space, seemed to have crossed the constraints of time and space, and suddenly smashed on the head of the golden lion.

This crutch is too powerful and terrifying. The moment it appeared, it absorbed all the light from the sky and the earth, and only itself became the only one.

Like a pillar of heaven, crushing everything, accompanied by the harmony of the avenue, countless strands of divine principles are falling down.

Each of the gods is like a golden chain of gods, each of which can cut off a strong man in the realm of life and death, or even the realm of the gods, and now they all gather on the leading crutches.

One can imagine how terrifying this strike is.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise that shook the sky.

The golden lion, which was originally engulfing mountains and rivers, had no power to resist under this crutch. After it uttered a wail, it exploded into a sky filled with divine splendor.

It's just a phantom of Saint.

Facing a genuine Saint, it still lacks too much.

The golden lion disappeared, everyone in the Spirit Race breathed a sigh of relief, and then everyone became excited.

Many people fell to their knees on the spot and began to shout:

"Junior welcomes Patriarch!"

"Junior welcomes Patriarch!"

"Junior welcomes the Elder!"

The deafening voices gathered together and turned into a vast ocean, shaking the starry sky and moving in all directions, as if the four extreme realms of heaven and earth were all rhythmically following.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Heavy footsteps came.

Amid the sky-shattering shouts, an old man with snow-white hair stepped into the void. His body was bent and thin, and his loose clothes covered his thin body, making him look extremely spacious.

Although.

He didn't exude any compulsion.

But both Jiang Tai Xuan and Xiao Fan understood that this person was the Saint of the Spirit Race.

Precisely.

One of the Eldar Saints.

They wouldn't naively think that among the huge spirit race, only such a Saint was supporting the table.

The old man staggered forward, he walked very slowly, but with every step, the void with a radius of thousands of miles would be shaken, like an Immortal god, stepping on his throne.

The gazes of everyone in the Spirit Race fell on the old man, their gazes were extremely hot.

The big Elder came forward, even if Xiao Fan had the means of heaven-defying, this time there would be no survivors. The only thing that worried them was how to deal with Xiao Fan and Xiao Fan after the big Elder killed them

after all.

Xiao Fan and Jiang Taixuan are the strongest, but they are only in the Jinggong realm.

But just these two people broke into the ancestral land of the Spirit Race, and caused the entire Spirit Race to suffer huge losses. If the Elder hadn't stepped forward, it would have been just that piece of talisman.

I am afraid that half of the ancestral land of the spirit clan can be destroyed.

"Xiao Fan?"

The big Elder stood in the void, condescending, looking down at Xiao Fan, without any emotion in his old eyes, he said slowly: "Child, you have grown up.

In this sentence, there is an inexplicable trace of gentleness.

It seems that what he is facing is not the enemy of the Spirit Race, but his own sons and nephews, and he is an elder who cares about the younger generation.

"Thanks to the Spirit Race, I have survived until now."

Xiao Fan opened his mouth coldly, he looked up at Elder Elder, with a cold killing intent deep in his eyes.

"The old man is very pleased that you can have today. Now that you have not fallen, you have come to where you are today. You might as well let go of the hatred of the past."

The Elder of the Spirit Race smiled gently, and continued to say: "The old man can make the decision, and the Spirit Race does not pursue today or anything in the past."

"Great Elder......!"

The old man had just finished speaking.

Among the spirit clan, there was an Elder who wanted to speak.

The big Elder's words are too unimaginable. You must know that the spirit race has lost too many powerful people in order to deal with Xiao Fan.

There are no fewer than a dozen people in the Divine Palace Realm alone.

and.

"How dare he!"

"Is this......... Heavenly Tribulation Three?".

"How dare!"

The target of Xiao Fan's attack is a Saint!

Xiao Fan seemed to have heard a big joke, he laughed out loud, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he said in a cold voice, "Should I still thank you for your grace of not killing me?"

Xiao Fan was about to be crushed to death.

ALL

First, the Immortal Eternal Marrow was extracted, and then he was hunted down for several years. Every time he narrowly escaped death, if not for his extraordinary good fortune, the grass on his grave would already be three feet high.

"Suicide!"

even if.

Just like an ant waving its claws at a giant dragon, isn't it courting death?

But now it's different.

0...seeking flowers...

His hair splattered, and he shot quickly, simple and direct, his punch was extremely powerful, and he hit it with a wide opening and closing, and the violent waves swept out, shaking the position of Baili Void.

"Since you are obsessed with your obsession, let's go on the road."

If Xiao Fan made a move to other people, they might help.

They know that Xiao Fan Talent is terrifying, but it doesn't work either.

But today, the elder Elder of the spirit clan wants to erase everything in the past lightly.

"The old man thinks you have good qualifications, and I wanted you to be Chen'er's number one follower, but you let the old man be too disappointed.

Xiao Fan drinks coldly.

Seeing Xiao Fan take the initiative to attack, the people of the spirit clan were furious, but instead of stepping forward to help, they all looked dead.

The Eldar Elder shook his head.

If the Spirit Race doesn't pursue everything in the past, they should be grateful to Dade.

The Saint's fall not long ago, in the final analysis, also had an inseparable relationship with Xiao Fan. After all, if Xiao Fan didn't exist, their Spirit Race would not oppose Li Xun at all.

There seemed to be a trace of regret in the voice.

You are the victim yourself!

As people of the Spirit Race, they couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

To know.

"Old man, I will kill you in the future!"

The old man pressed down with his palm, and it fell down like a mountain, terrifying to the extreme.

He raised his hand slightly, and a kind of supreme majesty came out, piercing the clouds and traversing the sky, almost destroying the Heavenly Emperor, as if the whole world couldn't accommodate him, and everything would be destroyed.

The Elder of the Spirit Race suddenly lost all his magical powers, and suddenly raised his hand to look towards the sky, with a look of astonishment in the depths of his pupils.

"Ha ha!"

But now, what the Elder of the Spirit Race said, not only did not think that the Spirit Race had done anything wrong, but it was more like a kind of charity.

language fall.