Han Fan's figure is hidden in the Yin Fire Domain, and people from the outside world can't get close to it at all, although the Yin Fire here is rare, but its own rumors can make people even more afraid.

Therefore, they didn't notice Han Fan's aura and was fighting to the death.

"Is there a Wang clan here too?"

Han Fan muttered, he had no kindness towards this ancient race, and it was the people of his race who hunted him down before.

And it is Alia's murderous enemy, this hatred can be described as a deep feud in the sea of blood, which cannot be erased or forgiven.

During this period of time, Han Fan had heard a lot of rumors from them, but very little news had been circulated, and the outside world did not thoroughly understand the personality of his Wang family.

"He wants to blow himself up?"

Han Fan looked at the man who was originally roaring, and the energy in his body was constantly irritable, and he actually wanted to die with the enemy!

A cultivator of the fivefold soul realm wants to blow himself up, and unless he is a cultivator who is higher than him, he cannot stop it.

The other people who were constantly fighting in the distance, a woman also saw the situation here, and immediately lost her face and rushed towards him desperately.

"Senior Brother Wan, don't!"

Just when that violent energy reached the critical point, a man in front of him who was gorgeously dressed and had a calm face, his eyes were empty, everything was mundane, and he was high up and overlooking the whole world, and said disdainfully: "You also want to blow yourself up in front of me? ”

The man naturally stretched out his palm, and an invisible palm came out of the void, smashing the violent energy into pieces.

Wan Lian's face suddenly changed greatly, a bitter smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and a deep sense of powerlessness was born.

Looking at the junior sister who rushed towards him, her fists were clenched, her fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, and bright red blood continued to flow out.

"Can't even blow yourself up?"

He was extremely tormented in his heart, and he didn't expect that he would not even be able to achieve his wish to die with the enemy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm too incompetent. ”

He punched the ground, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground, and the scattered dust hit him, making him look quite embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Wan, are you alright?"

The woman stood in front of him, wearing a blue battle armor, with a skirt outlining her perfect figure, there was a lot of blood on the battle armor, I don't know if it was on herself or the enemy, but it gave people a temperament that did not allow women to shave their eyebrows.

She looked at the somewhat decadent Wan Lian, gritted her teeth, a trace of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and slapped him in the face.

"Wan Lian! Cheer up! The brothers are fighting bloodily, you stand up for me!"

She choked up, she was also very desperate, but she had to resist, if not, they would all die, the original combat power would be much worse, the Wang clan had more than half of them, and it could be nine deaths.

The woman looked at him with a hint of crying.

"Sister Nalan"

Wan Lian's eyes gradually regained a trace of clarity, no longer so desperate, and gradually stood up.

He hated his lack of cultivation, if he was stronger, he would be able to fight against those three, but now everything is so pale and powerless.

Slowly levitating in the air, he raised his head and looked at the people steadfastly.

Several men hovering in the air looked at the men below with sneers.

"Wan Lian, go to the Netherworld Mansion to meet your junior brother. ”

A man's words fell, and several people suspended in the air shot out in an instant.

The terrifying blood ball descended, as if it was about to dye this world with blood red and turn it into a Shura hell.

They laughed cruelly, as if they had seen how miserable the two deaths were.

was constantly resisting the other disciples elsewhere, with a look of despair and horror, the blood ball fell and the two of them were bound to be boneless.

Wan Lian looked at the huge blood ball, took a deep breath, and took out a spear in the hand of the curtain, and the law appeared behind him, turning into a golden god of war, holding a spear.

"Break the sky!"

He greeted him with the determination to die, and the Faxiang God of War rushed out in an instant.

"When"

Suddenly, a storm of energy surged, and the moment the spear touched the blood ball, it was suppressed, and cracks continued to appear.

Nalan beside him was shocked, his face flashed with a hint of determination, his hand turned into a snow lotus, a mouthful of essence blood spit out from the corner of his mouth, constantly breaking through the void, and rushed forward.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there were waves in the air, the earth was lifted, the mountains were destroyed, and everything was destroyed.

There was no movement in this Yin Fire Domain, and it didn't seem to have any effect at all.

Han Fan looked at the snow lotus and spear, which were constantly crumbling, and because they forcibly overdrafted, blood marks continued to appear on their bodies.

I'm afraid it won't be long before I become a dead soul under that blood ball.

And just as they continued to resist, the other disciples came one after another, and suddenly they were full of colors, blocking the blood ball from falling.

"What are you doing, get out of here!"

Wan Lian watched the junior disciples behind him struggle to resist, and his heart panicked.

If they all die here, it is an irreparable harm to him, and he would rather die himself than be buried with them.

"Senior Brother Wan, we live and die with you!"

They roared, fighting against all other attacks.

Everyone did not flinch on their faces, although they had great injuries on their bodies, there was no fragility in their eyes, and they regarded death as if they were at home.

"You guys!"

Wan Lian was scared and happy in his heart, and his contradictory emotions continued to intersect, and it was his honor to be able to meet these junior brothers, junior sisters.

Han Fan looked at them and was deeply touched, and suddenly remembered Yuanyuan's senior brothers, and he didn't know what happened to them.

The cultivators above couldn't help but laugh a little when they looked at the stubborn people below, and the laughter was unbridled.

"Wan Lian, you have some juniors and disciples who are willing to die with you, but you have someone to accompany you on Huangquan Road, and you don't want to be lonely.

Hahaha!"

Wang Yuan laughed loudly, and the aura in his hand did not weaken at all, but strengthened a lot.

A trace of gloom flashed on his face, he didn't expect him to be so able to carry it before he died, but four Soul Realm Fivefold cultivators made a move, you are difficult to turn over, and you will definitely die today.

"Wang Yuan!" Wan Lian roared angrily, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, and his whole body suddenly felt weak, and the scene in front of him was blurred.

The same is true of the junior brothers and sisters behind him, everyone has a deep tiredness on their faces, and some of them are overdrawn and fall down heavily.

Nalan had a good dream, her cultivation was closest to Wanlian, but her eyes revealed despair.

The next moment, the blood ball fell with a bang, and their attack was broken.

"Goodbye!"

She closed her eyes in despair.