Chapter 239 Xiao Clan member, Blood Ax Xiao Chen!
The number of fire slaves is endless. As soon as they appear, they start killing.
These fire slaves are basically Dou Zun.
A Dou Zun-level fire slave is insignificant to a strong Dou Saint.
But when the number of fire slaves reaches 10,000, and they can also use the joint formation, even some fighting saints are in trouble.
"Great Fortune Palm!"
Xiao Yan slapped hundreds of fire slaves into blood mist with one palm, and frowned slightly.
As the fighting broke out, thousands of Huo slaves had been killed.
But the number of Huo slaves not only did not decrease, but also increased.
It seems endless.
"There is a fighting holy fire slave!"
A Half-Saint retreated in horror, but was cut in half by the emotionless Dou-Saint Huo Nu.
"It can actually capture even the strongest fighting saints. The Pure Lotus Demon Fire is really extraordinary."
Looking at the several fighting saint fire slaves who were killing everyone, the powerful fighting saints from all the ancient families looked at them indifferently.
There are all ants under the Dou Sheng.
To them, the fall of Dou Zun and the powerful semi-saints was like being killed by mosquitoes and flies.
It can't arouse any emotion in them.
Half an hour later, except for the Dou Zun and the Half Saint who were protected by the strong Dou Sheng, most of the other people who followed to gain opportunities were killed.
"You dare to covet the Pure Lotus Demon Fire without joining the Fighting Saint? You are seeking death!"
A one-star Dou Sage wearing a hat on his head waved his palms high, and Dou Qi swept through the room, blasting away the peak of a fleeing Dou Zun who was being chased by a fire slave.
However, just when disdain appeared on his face, a bloody giant axe, several feet in size, spun and slashed at him at a terrifying speed, with an astonishing momentum.
"Intermediate Fighting Saint?"
The Dou Sheng wearing a bamboo hat was shocked and furiously activated his fighting energy to resist.
"Tsk!"
The blood-red edge slashed through his body, and then sank into the Demonic Fire Plain at an angle.
The fighting saint in the hat opened his mouth, and the vitality in his eyes dissipated unwillingly.
The body is split in two.
"Buzz!"
The lotus pattern on Xiao Yan's forehead flickered again, and a strange feeling that blood was thicker than water suddenly arose in his heart, making him tremble.
As the lotus pattern on his forehead shone, the giant dragon circled, the fire phoenix spread its wings, and the same clan pattern as the one who threw the giant axe, reflected each other high in the sky.
"Xiao Clan's Clan Pattern?"
"wrong!"
Looking at the strange ethnic pattern on Xiao Yan's forehead, everyone was extremely shocked.
The strong man from the Stone Clan cried out in disbelief: "The three bloodlines of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, and the Xiao Clan can actually be condensed into a clan pattern? How is this possible!"
This strong man from the Stone Clan is also a four-star Fighting Saint, but even if he uses all his strength to activate the Clan Mark, the strength of the Clan Mark is still far behind Xiao Yan's.
Xiao Yan's Lotus Clan Pattern is probably much more powerful than Gu Xun'er's Divine Grade Clan Pattern!
“Roar!”
The lines on his forehead shone brightly, and the huge Xiao clan member roared in pain.
"Is it him?"
"Is he still alive?"
Several older fighting saints stared at the Xiao clan fighting saint holding their heads and roaring in surprise.
Blood Ax Xiao Chen, Xiao Xuan's cousin, doesn't like restraint and is moody.
He disappeared mysteriously one day, and no matter how the Xiao clan looked for him, it was impossible to find him.
Not long after he disappeared, news about the Pure Lotus Demon Fire appeared on the mainland.
"No wonder Xiao Xuan searched all over the Dou Qi Continent but couldn't find his cousin. It turned out that he was turned into a fire slave by the Pure Lotus Demon Fire!"
An old man from the Lei Clan said with emotion: "Because of this, he also escaped the catastrophe that year, otherwise his fate would not be better than other strong men from the Xiao Clan..."
When Xiao Chen disappeared, he was only a four-star fighting saint. This level would not play any role in that battle.
"I didn't expect that Xiao Chen, the mighty Blood Axe, would be reduced to this. Let me, the Lord of the Palace, save you!"
Hun Miesheng suddenly appeared behind Xiao Chen, his withered palms were covered with black mist, and he slapped Xiao Chen's back fiercely. "You dare!"
Xiao Yan flapped his bone wings fiercely, and the crisp bones vibrated and crackled, turning into a blazing rainbow of light, and raised his fist to hit Hun Miesheng's head.
"I knew you wouldn't just sit idly by!"
Hun Mie Sheng smiled coldly, turned his claws into fists, and struck forward without reservation.
"Be careful!" the Fighting Saint of the Flame Clan shouted.
Hun Mie Sheng is a Seven-Star Fighting Saint, and he is eager to confront Xiao Yan head-on in the absence of Lord Tianhuo.
"The Xiao clan boy is too impulsive! Hun Miesheng is a Seven-Star Fighting Saint. If you punch him, you will lose half your life even if you don't die!"
"I don't think he is an impulsive person. Maybe he has some trump cards."
"His trump card? Even if he has advanced heaven-level fighting skills, he can hardly be a match for Soul Destruction! Xiao Xuan has been waiting for such a frizzy and stupid young man for thousands of years!"
“It’s better if the Xiao clan is completely wiped out!”
The strong men of the major ancient families have different emotions. Some of them had good relations with the Xiao clan in the past, while others were on the same page.
And those who had a grudge against the Xiao clan wanted to see Xiao Yan killed with one punch.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The lotus and saint-level skills were activated at the same time, and Xiao Yan's aura surged to the level of Six-Star Dou Sheng.
"Six-star Fighting Saint?"
"He actually got a two-star promotion directly?"
Everyone was in disbelief.
Even Xiao Xuan, who is astonishingly talented and gorgeous, can only raise one star by activating his family pattern at the level of Four-Star Fighting Saint.
And Xiao Yan was directly promoted by two stars!
"Emperor Yan!"
Colorful flames covered his fists and collided fiercely with Hun Miesheng.
"Bang!"
Where the two fists met, the space instantly shattered like a spider web, and dense space cracks spread thousands of feet away.
A two-star fighting saint who was just waiting for Xiao Yan's death was directly crushed by the space crack, and only one arm spun and fell.
"Uh-huh!"
Grabbing Xiao Chen's neck, Xiao Yan quickly pulled back and threw Xiao Chen, who looked confused and confused, in front of Lord Tianhuo.
"Who am I? Who am I?" Xiao Chen raised his head blankly.
"Get out of here!"
Xiao Yan's eyes turned cold, he raised his hand and slapped a palm, forcing the milky white flame out of Xiao Chen's body.
Xiao Chen's confused eyes started to wake up little by little.
"Are you from the Xiao tribe?"
After taking a few heavy breaths, Xiao Chen looked at the lotus pattern on Xiao Yan's forehead and saw the same pattern as his on one of the petals.
And the aura in this pattern is very familiar.
From Xiao Xuan!
"How many years has passed since I disappeared?" Xiao Chen asked with a hint of pain.
When he knew that he had been trapped in the demon fire space for thousands of years, and that the Xiao clan had been wiped out by the Hun clan, and even Xiao Xuan was killed by the Soul Emperor and others, the pain on his face became more intense.
"I knew that that bastard Huntian Emperor would attack the Xiao clan sooner or later. My cousin is obsessed with attacking Dou Emperor, and he does have the foresight..."
Looking around at the powerful Dou Sheng warriors, Xiao Chen's expression was complicated and emotional.
Among these people, he saw several familiar figures.
But back then, these people were just Dou Huang and Dou Zong...
"I'm sorry to disturb you from reminiscing!"
"But it's time for you to stop here!"
(End of chapter)