Son-in-law, God-Emperor

"Little thief Xiao Fan, this time we must eradicate him, crush him to ashes... then kill his son, capture his daughter, torture him day by day... and make his woman also Catch them all for our enjoyment..." The strongest man of the ancient barbarian clan gritted his teeth.

Xiao Fan's face turned dark after hearing this, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's right..."

He glanced at this person carefully and remembered his appearance... The people of the ancient barbarians, Xiao Fan would never let them stop!

"This son of Thief Xiao is hateful and hateful. He is an existence that is indignant to both humans and gods. He wants to cause any of our ancestors to lose a holy-level magic weapon... this beast!" The most powerful person from the Weiyang tribe said through gritted teeth.

"That's right..." Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and nodded, showing great indignation.

"Xiao Fan, this beast, if you let him fall into my hands, I will make elixirs out of his essence and blood, and stew his bones into soup..." The strong man from the Dragon Palace gritted his teeth and said that he would take all of Xiao Fan's internal organs. Arrangements were made.

After hearing this, Xiao Fan grinded his molar teeth and said angrily: "I want to drink a bowl too!"

"Hahaha... We have really suppressed Xiao Fan. His body is divided equally among all of us. No one can take it all for himself. This kid is such a monster. His body may hide some secrets!" There are all things. The powerful man said with a smile.

The words did not imply tit-for-tat, but they also revealed the essence of the problem.

They all wanted to know why Xiao Fan was such a monster. If Xiao Fan had no secrets, they wouldn't believe it even to death!

"After suppressing Xiao Fan, I suggest that he be cut into pieces!" The powerful man from the Witch God Clan said, "We will take one part each, and no one will have to argue."

"I agree."

"Me too."

"Agree..."

"Me too!!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and followed.

"..."

He was so angry that if he didn't have the strength, he could only choose to endure it.

But now he has the strength to destroy all these people, but he still has to be patient!

"Okay, let's wait for the drawing of lots... first choose which force will donate the holy magic weapon." The powerful man of the Wushen Clan said slowly.

Everyone nodded, and then a wooden box was prepared by a strong man from the Vampire Clan.

"Everyone, please place your own seal..." The powerful man from the Witch God Clan said calmly. He was the first to take action and placed his own unique seal outside the wooden box to ensure that no one would do anything during the drawing of lots. hands and feet.

Then the turns began, with powerful people from the Weiyang Clan, the Ancient Barbarian Clan, the Jian Sect, etc. each putting their own seals on them, and Xiao Fan also put on his own seals in a decent manner.

These powerful people in the world draw lots no differently than ordinary people... They all use this oldest method.

"Very good... whoever catches the red paper, take out the holy magic weapon." The powerful man from the Witch God Clan said.

Everyone nodded in unison. There were notes corresponding to various forces inside, and only one of them was red!

Whoever catches the red paper will take out the holy magic weapon!

Xiao Fan looked calm. He didn't care about these holy-level magic weapons. He had four of them on him now.

"I'll go first!" The powerful man of the Wushen Clan breathed out, and then reached out to draw the lot.

It was difficult for them not to be nervous when it was about a holy magical weapon.

If any force loses its holy magic weapon, its overall strength will definitely drop in an instant.

Saint-level magic weapons are the existence of foundation, the existence that can enhance the strength of the peak of all things realm!

The strong man from the Witch God Clan looked coldly and took out the note in his hand. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was white...

"Okay, next one." He suppressed the joy in his heart, not letting himself show it for fear of losing face.

"I'll be next!" The powerful man from the Weiyang tribe stepped forward and started drawing lots!

The one he caught in the end was also white...

Then the powerful men from the ancient barbarian tribe, Dragon Palace, and Sword Sect came in turn.

Every time they reached out to grab the note, their faces were expressionless, but their hearts were extremely nervous.

This kind of nervous feeling has not appeared in these powerful people in the world for many years.

It's okay if you can't catch it. If anyone catches the red note, they will be the eternal sinners of the race!

"It's not me...next." The strong man in all realms of the blood clan breathed a sigh of relief.

There are fewer and fewer people who have not participated in the lottery... Gradually, only Xiao Fan and two medium-sized forces are left.

You know, when it comes to drawing lots, the people at the back get more nervous because there are not many opportunities left for them.

These two medium-sized powerhouses from the All Things Realm looked at Xiao Fan...

"You go first, I'll be last." Xiao Fan said calmly.

He is in a state where he can flip the table at any time, just draw lots, why is he nervous?

"Okay..." The strong men of the two medium-sized forces did not refuse. They suppressed the tension in their hearts and went to draw lots.

Now there are three pieces of paper left, two white pieces of paper and one red piece of paper.

They drew lots separately...

"not me!"

"This...isn't me either!"

"..."

After the representatives of these two small forces finished drawing lots, the rest of the people looked at Xiao Fan.