Chapter 1711 Return to the East China Sea

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, Zhan Huangtian and others looked at him puzzled. Their speed was already fast enough, and they could even say that they spared no effort. Why was Xiao Fan still too slow?

In the void space, it is easy to encounter the void storm. Even if the god of war encounters the void storm, it will probably be very troublesome.

They can't just rush on their way without even caring about their own safety.

Xiao Fan also seemed to see the doubts of several people, and said: "Guys, the Temple of War has taken action against all major ancient tribes. I was worried about the safety of my family, so I took the first step."

Hearing this, several people had different expressions. Zhan Huangtian persuaded: "Brother Xiao, I know you are rushing back to understand the situation, but if things have already happened, there is not much difference between a few days later and a few days earlier."

Although he said this, there was a flash of worry in Zhan Huangtian's eyes. He had betrayed the God of War, so would the God of War let his family go?

Xiao Fan shook his head and said: "If you rush back earlier, you may be able to avoid something from happening."

Seeing Xiao Fan's firm tone, it was impossible to change his mind, and several people didn't know what to say.

"Palace Master, I'm going with you. Maybe I can help you with some small things." Jianluo suddenly took a deep breath and said.

When he said this, Jian Luo actually showed an embarrassed look, because he knew that with Xiao Fan's strength, what else could Jian Luo be able to help?

However, to Jianluo's surprise, Xiao Fan nodded and said, "That's fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, flames all over Xiao Fan surged in vain, and all the void power around him seemed to be squeezed out.

"Huntian Star Fire Shuttle?" Zhan Huangtian's eyes lit up, and then he showed a hint of surprise. No wonder Xiao Fan said they were slow, he didn't expect such a thing.

Moreover, Zhan Huangtian also knew that the Huntian Star Fire Shuttle was given to several special teams in the Temple of War by Zhan Samsara, but he did not expect that it would fall into Xiao Fan's hands.

"With this Huntian Star Fire Shuttle, you can naturally not be afraid of the void storm. Take care, Lord." The worry on Xing Sheng's face disappeared.

Xiao Fan nodded, cupped his fists and said, "Guys, see you in the Fighting Soul Continent."

Without waiting for anyone to react, Xiao Fan lifted Jianluo's shoulder and shot towards the blue stars at the end of the void at high speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Fan was too worried about the safety of the Xiao family and his mother. As early as more than half a year ago, he heard about the War Temple's attack on the ancient tribe.

Now half a year has passed, who knows what the War Soul Continent has become?

What Xiao Fan fears most is that the War Temple has wiped out many ancient races and unified the War Soul Continent. He can only pray in his heart, hoping that such a thing will not happen.

Driving the Huntian Star Fire Shuttle, Xiao Fan and Jian Luo were very fast, just like a comet. In just half an hour, they fell into the blue stars.

After a while, two more figures appeared on the vast sea.

"The air in War Spirit Continent is better and more comfortable." Jian Luo took several breaths greedily, and a long-lost feeling came to his heart, and his nose felt a little sore.

Xiao Fan was very calm. He had only left the God of War Continent for more than a year. For monks in the War Saint Realm and the God of War Realm, it was not a long time.

However, a lot has happened in more than a year, and Xiao Fan has become a strong person in the late stage of God of War realm.

For monks, hard training is important, but opportunities are even more precious. An opportunity can sometimes be worth ten or even a hundred years of hard work.

"East China Sea?" Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes, and the power of his soul swept away overwhelmingly, covering an area thousands of miles away in an instant.

Now that his soul strength is stronger than the average person at the peak of the God of War realm, this distance is nothing to him.

After a while, Xiao Fan suddenly turned his head and looked in another direction, ducked and flew towards that direction, and Jian Luo followed without hesitation.

Eastern seaport.

Today's Linhai Port is no longer as lively and prosperous as it was a few years ago, and the shouts and shouts at the port have also disappeared. There are very few monks going to sea to practice.

Even the sky was gray, giving people an extremely depressing feeling, and the whole city seemed to have fallen into deathly silence.

At this moment, a huge warship was slowly approaching Linhai Port. On the bow of the ship, stood a man in black robe with his hands behind his back.

The man's black hair was dancing, exuding a sense of domineering and majesty. If Xiao Fan saw it, he would definitely recognize it. This man was none other than Hu Mengran.

"Although this trip took a little longer, it took a year, but it can be considered a fruitful return." Hu Mengran looked at the approaching Linhai Port, his eyes flickered slightly: "Young master, they went to the God's Tribulation Land a year ago. , he should be back soon now."

Hu Mengran couldn't help but think of Xiao Fan's figure in his mind, and his eyes were filled with awe. For Xiao Fan, Hu Mengran felt gratitude and awe from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for Xiao Fan, his son Hu Daoyuan might have died. Hu Mengran secretly vowed that he would do his best to help Xiao Fan, even if Xiao Fan didn't care much about his help.

As his thoughts wandered, the warship was approaching the harbor, and more and more people were on the deck. After more than a year at sea, they finally landed, and the sailors were extremely excited.

"Fifth Brother, we are here." Seeing Hu Mengran in a daze, a monk walked up to Hu Mengran and said respectfully.

Hu Mengran seemed not to hear his words, his sharp eyes scanned the port, his expression extremely solemn.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong?" The man asked worriedly when he saw that Hu Mengran's expression was different.

"Exit the port!" Hu Mengran came back to his senses and said in a deep voice.

"What?" The monk thought he heard wrongly and couldn't help asking.

"Quickly exit the port, quickly!" Hu Mengran shouted, his voice was not loud, but many people on the deck heard it clearly.

Most people had doubts on their faces. They and others had finally approached the port, so why did they suddenly have to withdraw?

Doubts remain doubts, but no one dares to disobey Hu Mengran's orders. On this ship, what he says is what he says, and no one dares to refute his orders.

"Now that you're here, there's no need to leave."

Just as the sailors were about to control the warship to leave the port, a cold voice sounded, and a man in gold robes appeared high in the sky.

The man in golden robe stood there like an unreachable peak, weighing down everyone above the warship.

Hu Mengran's expression changed immediately. He had now reached the peak of the War Saint Realm, but he felt that he had no power to resist in front of the man in gold robe.

Before everyone could recover, there were sudden sounds of breaking through the void, and dozens of figures instantly appeared around the warship. The aura exuding from each person was extremely powerful.

"Is it the God of War realm?" Hu Mengran remained calm on the surface, but there was a storm in his heart. He really couldn't understand why a strong man in the God of War realm blocked his warship?

However, he knew that he and others had been ambushed. No wonder he felt that the port was a little strange before. The usually bustling port was now so dead, and he could only see one or two people occasionally.

Unfortunately, when he discovered that something was wrong, he and his party were already in deep trouble.

"Who is Hu Laowu? Get out of here." The man in golden robe suddenly said, his cold voice echoing in the void.