Supreme Killer

Xiao Fan calmly watched the Dragon of Qi Luck devour him, feeling the feedback from the Dragon of Qi Luck from time to time, with a bright smile on his face.

However, he soon discovered that something was wrong.

Qi Luck Shenlong devours Qi Luck too fast!

If this continues, it is estimated that it will not take long before the tree of luck will be killed.

This is pretty good!

Once the Dragon of Qi Luck is dead, there is no supply of Qi Luck here, and the formation will be completely self-defeating.

There is no formation barrier, with the strength of the Ancestral King Realm, you will find everything underneath in an instant.

When the time comes, the other party will come to catch turtles in an urn, and they will be dead.

No, he is dead, but the dragon of luck may not.

"Slow down, slow down!" Xiao Fan was holding the tail of the dragon of luck, trying to drag him away from the tree of luck.

Qi Luck Shenlong is holding the tree of Qi Luck stubbornly, without letting go.

Moreover, its face showed the color of enjoying intoxication, and it almost didn't let Xiao Fan scold his mother.

"If you kill it, then the Celestial Race will have to catch you cramped and peeled." Xiao Fan threatened viciously.

However, the Dragon of Qi Luck remained unmoved, as if he had not heard Xiao Fan's threatening words.

Damn it!

Xiao Fan's face was ugly, and thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

Since he couldn't stop the Qi Luck Shenlong, he could only figure out his future.

It's just that the teleporters from the heavens to other ancient realms are all closed, and even if he escapes from this place, he can't leave safely.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan was like an ant on a hot pot.

Seeing the roots of the sacred tree of luck withered, Xiao Fan's heart was raised in his throat.

With such a swallowing speed as the Qiyun Shenlong, it only takes one hour to swallow the Qi for a few miles.

At this moment, the body shape of the Dragon of Qi Luck had grown by more than one foot, reaching the length of two feet.

As his size grows larger, he swallows Qi Luck faster and faster. If this continues, it may not take an hour at all.

If it can, Xiao Fan can't wait to slap the Qi Luck Dragon with his palm.

But he didn't dare to do anything to the Qiyun Shenlong, and offend this guy, it would be unlucky in all likelihood.

Furthermore, the Qi Luck Shenlong feedback to him has reached an extremely terrifying level.

If you practice at this moment, you will inevitably get twice the result with half the effort, and it may not take long before you have the opportunity to attack the Ancestral King Realm.

Xiao Fan forcibly calmed himself down, pacing back and forth, one by one thoughts surfaced in his mind.

"It is almost impossible to escape from here, unless a riot can be created." Xiao Fan muttered in a low voice, "Moreover, this riot must not make the Celestial Race's ancestral king realm powerhouse have time to take care of him.

In addition, even if I escape here, I have to find ways to leave the heavens as soon as possible. Once they search through the carpet, even if I become another celestial race, I will find it sooner or later. "

Since breaking through the Saint Ancestral Realm, Xiao Fan has never been so urgent.

Thinking that he might be surrounded by a group of ancestral kings, his body trembled involuntarily.

However, what he didn't know was that someone on the ground was more anxious than him.

There was already a mess around the tree of luck, a tyrannical aura swept from all directions and gathered around the tree of luck.

Those who can come here are all powerful in the ancestral kingdom.

"King Tianwu, what the **** is going on, why did the sacred tree of luck be born dead?"

One of them, a burly man wearing a golden armor, spoke with a very bad tone, full of questions.

In an instant, everyone's gaze fell on a long, handsome and jade-like Confucian robe youth.

Obviously, this person is the head of the ancestor king of the Celestial Race.

King Tianwu!

King Tianwu looked like the ancient well without waves, but his deep black hole-like eyes contained a terrifying killing intent.

"King Tianhuang, King Tianwu is looking for the root cause, don't be restless." Seeing the appearance of King Tianwu, another ancestor king quickly pulled the golden armor man.

Heavenly Desolate King, one of the four great generals who sat down as the Great God, and only he dared to question the Tianwu King.

"Is everyone here?" King Tianwu spoke lightly, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

Crowd you look at me, I look at you.

"Enlighten the King of Tianwu, the King of Tianling has not arrived." One of the ancestor kings took a deep breath.

Hearing this, King Tianwu raised his brows, a flash of murderous intent.

"Didn't this king have notified him?" King Tianwu looked bad.

"A few days ago, someone saw the Heavenly Spirit King go to Diane Mansion as a guest, and then left with a woman."

The powerful ancestor continued: "Furthermore, he borrowed a lot of resources from several major chambers of commerce. Three hours ago, someone saw him enter the fairy city."

"Borrow resources? What does he want to do?" Tianhuang Wang said coldly.

"I heard people say that the Heavenly Spirit King is ready to go to war with the Primordial God Realm." The tone of the strong ancestor king was a bit weak.

"Even if there is a war, it will not be his turn to borrow resources. All strategic resources will be dispatched uniformly at that time." The Heavenly Desolate King was murderous.

"That **** must have taken that woman to fool around!"

Everyone almost laughed when they heard this.

The reputation of the Heavenly Spirit King is not very good. He is romantic and merciful everywhere.

Becoming the ancestor king realm for endless years, but he did not move forward and was surpassed by many latecomers.

If it were not for the great God, no one would give him face.

It is no wonder that Tianhuangwang is so disdainful. He has never bothered to associate with the Celestial Spirit King. Even, he feels ashamed that he sat down with the Celestial Spirit King as the Great Lord of the Four Great Wars.

"Where is Ji that day?" At this moment, King Tian Wu suddenly interjected.

"Tianji has returned to his mansion, and has been in retreat." The ancestor king realm expert responded.

King Tianwu frowned slightly and looked up at the tree of luck, not knowing what he was thinking.

"No, you see, the sacred tree of luck has dried up even more."

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Everyone's face changed a lot, and they looked up at the same time.

Sure enough, the leaves of the tree of luck had begun to fall off.

Moreover, the sea of ​​fortune clouds above the sky was surging crazily, and countless golden auras surged down and poured into the sacred tree of fortune.

But even so, the tree of luck is still not getting better.

If this continues, the tree of luck will have to wither and die.

Not only that, but the air luck in the sea of ​​air luck will definitely lose countless.

"King Tianwu, don't notify the Lord as soon as possible." King Tianhuang also showed panic on his face.

What's happening right now has completely exceeded their cognition.

King Tianwu furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "The Lord is in retreat, no one can disturb."

"Where are the two gods." The Heavenly Desolate King naturally did not dare to disturb his lord in retreat, and asked again.

"The Second God is not in the heavens, and no one knows where he is." King Tianwu shook his head, his expression no longer calm.

"You said, is there something wrong with the root of the tree of luck?"

At this moment, an ancestral king realm spoke. As soon as this remark came out, the scene was instantly silent.