That night, the news reached the ears of the King of War.

The latter did not express any opinion on this matter.

The whole night was speechless, and early the next morning, the seven disciples gathered in front of the War King's palace, waiting for the War King to appear.

Behind every disciple, there are three protectors.

Fang Chen and three others followed Xingyue and were at the end.

They could feel countless vicious glances coming from all directions.

In response to this, the barbarians glared at each other, Qing Hou ignored it, but Fang Chen seemed indifferent.

The eighteen guardians of the six disciples are all Xuanguang realm warriors. Qinghou can take care of them all by himself. I don't know where they get their confidence.

"A bunch of idiots." Qinghou shook his head and said.

"Yes, Brother Qinghou, you can deal with all this garbage by yourself." The barbarian said.

Although their voices were small, they were heard by the other eighteen guardians.

Their expressions suddenly darkened.

"Hmph, are today's young people so rough? Don't they even know how to respect their elders?" One of the guardians of the senior brother relied on his elders to show off his skills.

"I don't know where the ants came from, but they dare to make trouble in front of the War King's Palace. If the War King hadn't been here, I would have slapped you to death."

The barbarian couldn't stand the stimulation and immediately became furious and prepared to take action.

However, he was stopped by Fang Chen.

"Why bother?" Fang Chen shrugged and said indifferently.

The barbarian's anger gradually calmed down.

"Humph, we'll see."

When he said this, the other guardians laughed even more, thinking that the three guardians Xingyue had found were too low-level.

"Little junior sister, what do I say? You three guardians are only good at talking and talking. If you actually go to the battlefield, you must be the first to escape." The fifth senior brother said with a smile.

"Little junior sister, as I said before, it's still too late to protect the Dharma. The third senior brother has carefully prepared three Dharma protectors to ensure your safety." The third senior brother walked to Xingyue and whispered.

Xingyue politely shook her head in refusal.

"Little Junior Sister, you know what the situation is now. Do you think you still have a way to survive with just the three of them entering the battle soul pool?" The third senior brother did not give up and continued: "If you can agree to associate with me, I will

It will definitely convince other senior brothers to stop targeting you."

Fang Chen, who had always kept his expression calm, changed his expression after hearing these words.

Deep in his eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"A guy like you is not worthy of a sister-in-law." The barbarian said directly with a burst of personality.

In the Black Stone Prison, the strong are respected and the fists are big.

The barbarians have long been accustomed to this rhythm, and the few guys in front of them are not as good as themselves. They are just relying on the reputation of the King of War to pretend to be powerful. The barbarians hate this kind of people the most.

So, ridicule without mercy.

"you……"

The third senior brother's face was gloomy and he was about to speak.

Suddenly, in front of the Zhanwang Palace, the door opened, and a rumbling sound came from beneath the ground.

"What a strong vibration."

Fang Chen frowned slightly, feeling quite surprised.

He is worthy of being an extreme venerable. Such methods are astonishing.

The vibration that came from the ground just now was invisible to most people.

Only Fang Chen saw some clues, it was the legendary pulse of the earth.

Even with his current cultivation level, he is unable to do this.

The soles of your feet step on the earth, using the power within your body to trigger the resonance of the earth, thus forming regular pulsations.

Every pulse can trigger landslides and tsunamis.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the War King wanted to kill them, that pulse just now would be enough to kill them all.

This is the terrifying thing about the Ultimate Master.

Moreover, he is already infinitely approaching the level of the ancient gods.

Countless people's eyes fell on the gate of Zhanwang Palace.

A group of black mist slowly flew out from it.

Surrounded by black mist, a figure appeared.

"War King?"

Fang Chen's eyes widened, his consciousness spread, and he wanted to explore the black mist.

However, the strange thing is that the spiritual consciousness disappeared without even getting close to the black mist.

"sharp."

After seeing the King of War with his own eyes, Fang Chen had a completely new understanding of the former.

The pressure of the War King is much stronger than that of the head of the Xiu family.

This is the true Ultimate Master, but he is restricted by the special environment of Black Stone Prison and cannot break through.

Otherwise, once you step out and absorb the rich original power contained in the world, you can break through to the realm of the ancient gods in minutes.

Everyone present felt depressed at the same time.

Their figures couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The seven disciples standing at the front clasped their fists at the same time and said, "Greetings to Master."

In the black mist, a vicissitudes of voice came out. "Today, the battle soul pool is opened. The seven of you should do your best to find opportunities."

The King of War cherished his words like gold and was unwilling to say anything more.

The rules that need to be said have already been said.

They all understood, and the next step was to open the battle soul pool.

Wow!

Fang Chen could vaguely see that the War King's palms were stretched out in the black mist, and there was a faint golden light surrounding his palms.

call out!

The War King flicked his finger, and an ordinary golden light suddenly shot out and bombarded the void opposite the War King's palace.

Tear!

The void tore apart, the black hole appeared, and a pool filled with black liquid gradually emerged.

The pool blocked the black hole, and the terrifying breath escaped from it.

"This fighting soul pool is a bit strange."

Feeling the aura released from the fighting soul pool, Fang Chen said slightly.

Although he has never been to the Jihad clan, he has heard of it.

The Holy War clan is unique in being able to cultivate their fighting spirit. The fighting spirit in the fighting soul pool is constantly flowing, which is like the Holy War clan.

Hoo ho ho!

In the blink of an eye, the battle soul pool returned to calm.

"Turn on."

In the black mist, the voice of the War King came out.

Tear!

A vortex appeared in the calm black liquid.

"Go in."

First, the eldest disciple entered the whirlpool with three protectors.

Then came the second disciple, the third disciple and so on.

Finally, it was the seventh disciple Xingyue's turn, and she entered with Fang Chen and the others.

During this process, Heiwu didn't say a word.

His gaze remained on Fang Chen.

"interesting."

After the battle soul pool was closed, it disappeared out of thin air and many warriors dispersed.
To be continued...