How long did it take before Huo Qingyi and more than a dozen of the Heavenly Realm Gods, Xiao Yuanman, were all killed.
Simply unbelievable.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Fan.
Those who were strong enough to enter the Dao realm were better off, but those cultivators in the Heaven realm had strong fear and fear in their eyes.
Because Wang Fan is so powerful, he can kill them all instantly.
"Thank you for the gift, we will see you later."
Wang Fan looked at the ugly-looking Lin Qingfeng, raised the space ring in his hand, sneered, and stepped into the light door.
Lin Qingfeng looked at Wang Fan's disappearing back, clenching his fists, his eyes were blood red, and his teeth were clenching, but there was nothing he could do.
Wang Fan no longer paid attention to those people, but had already penetrated deep into the Light Gate.
He came here for the opportunity, not for these little characters.
In fact, if Lin Qingfeng and others had not taken the initiative to provoke them, he would not have bothered to deal with them at all.
As soon as he entered the light gate, a faint feeling of dizziness came, and Wang Fan felt the power of teleportation.
"Teleport?"
Wang Fan couldn't help but be surprised. Isn't the ancient tomb right here?
Although there is a forbidden light gate outside, you can still see the ancient tomb outside the light gate.
But why did he feel the power of teleportation?
Wang Fan didn't have time to think too much, he just felt his feet hit the ground.
He looked around and found that it seemed to be a dilapidated fighting arena.
The arena was very large, about the size of a dozen football fields, but it looked a little dilapidated.
On the ground, there were some broken arms and dried blood everywhere.
In the center of the front, there is a broken battle platform.
Even though Wang Fan was still some distance away from the battle platform, he could still feel the strong blood evil aura contained within it.
The strong smell of blood hit his face, and even someone like Wang Fan who had seen strong winds and waves couldn't help but feel like vomiting.
"What kind of place is this, a fighting arena? But, why did you teleport me here? And what dangers are there?"
Wang Fan carefully looked at the surrounding environment while thinking.
He stood there for a long time without feeling any danger.
This made him feel a little confused.
Wang Fan did not stop, but cautiously walked towards the battle platform.
However, he has just taken a step forward.
There was a bang, and a loud bang suddenly exploded in his ears. The next moment, he felt as if his heart was about to jump out.
It seemed that someone was using a giant hammer to hit his heart hard, like a drum exploding.
Looking up again, he saw that the front of him was no longer a battle platform, but a battlefield.
In that battlefield, two armies of monks were fighting.
"kill."
"kill."
The word "kill" came into my ears, and the monks from both sides collided in an instant.
In an instant, blood flew everywhere.
Countless monks staggered down and fell in a pool of blood. Countless monks filled the gap and continued to join the battle.
The flash of swords and shadows were extremely brutal.
Wang Fan looked at this scene as if everything was happening before his eyes.
No, to be more precise, he is like the monks who are fighting.
Every time a monk falls or falls, he will feel an unprecedented sting and tear.
His body was torn apart again and again, turned into debris again and again, only to be reborn again and again.
"ah."
This kind of extreme pain, even Wang Fan, couldn't help but become a little irritable.
His eyes became bloodthirsty and crazy, the veins on his body bulged, and the blood in his body began to burn.
"kill."
"kill."
Gradually, Wang Fan felt as if he was about to lose his mind.
He rushed into those monks crazily and began to fight desperately.
However, even this did not alleviate his pain.
Every monk here seems to be like him.
Every time a person dies, he will feel unprecedented pain and become a little more crazy.
pain.
It's simply too scary.
In a short period of time, he was beheaded tens of millions of times and torn apart tens of millions of times.
This kind of pain is simply unbearable, countless times more terrifying than Ling Chi.
"No, no, damn, where is this place? Kill, kill, I want to kill."
Wang Fan roared suppressedly, his eyes constantly switching between madness and clarity.
"This should be a test. I can't lose my mind, absolutely not. Otherwise, I won't be able to pass the test and get the opportunity."
He tried his best to stay awake and not get lost.
Because he knows that once he is completely lost and completely crazy, he will never be able to survive again and will become a demon who can only kill people.
Wang Fan covered his ears with his hands, closed his eyes, and suppressed the violent emotions in his heart.
But even so, nothing can be changed.
Those images, those scenes, were still flashing before his eyes like movie scenes.
Every time someone falls, he still feels the pain.
He wanted to kill desperately, but he suppressed it to prevent himself from losing control.
Gradually, the sound of fighting became quieter, and the number of monks on both sides became less and less.
Wang Fan slowly stood up.
At this time, his eyes and seven orifices were bleeding with red blood.
His whole body was soaked with blood and sweat, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
When the last monk fell, Wang Fan was shocked to find that he had reached the battlefield.
His eyes were still scarlet, and he only retained the remnant of his sanity.
"They are all dead, why don't you die, why don't you die, go die!"
Just when Wang Fan's reason was about to be completely replaced by madness, a roar full of murderous intent suddenly reached his ears.
The next moment, a long spear appeared from mid-air.
A whooshing sound.
The spear was like a dragon, falling straight from the sky and heading straight towards Wang Fan.
This shot seemed to completely destroy Wang Fan.
Under that kind of pressure, Wang Fan felt boundless fear.
He wanted to kneel down, surrender, beg for mercy, and die.
But all these emotions were completely abandoned in just a moment and replaced by rage.
"Go away, damn it's you, it's you!"
Wang Fan couldn't help but roared madly.
With an angry roar, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards the spear.
The person was in mid-air, his sanity had completely dissipated, and he was punched away at the same time.
Boom.
There was a loud noise.
The spear was annihilated, and Wang Fan fell to the ground, but his eyes were completely clear again.
A feeling of comfort came over him, and he looked at the dilapidated battle platform under him, feeling a little confused.
At this moment, the picture in front of him shattered like a mirror and the scene changed.
When everything returned to normal, he appeared in a pavilion full of ambiguity.