Mortal: I, Mo Juren

"You can actually see through my hidden magical powers?"

The space that Mo Fan was staring at suddenly twisted, and a man with some scales on his face appeared and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

"Your Excellency, please first explain why you are ambushing me here."

After glancing at the scale-marked man, who was only an eighth-level demon cultivator equivalent to an early stage Yuanying cultivator, Mo Fan didn't take it to heart.

"This place is our clan's territory. How about an ambush? Although you are not weak, you should retreat quickly. Human monks are not welcome here."

Perhaps he was afraid that Mo Fan could see through his hidden magical powers at a glance, so the demon cultivator's tone did not mean anything radical.

"I only came here for one thing." Mo Fan put his hands behind his back and looked indifferent, as if he didn't hear the words of the scaly demon cultivator just now.

"What is it?" Affected by Mo Fan's aura, the scale demon cultivator asked unconsciously.

"Xuanwu condensed water."

"You'd better give up on this, we are not enough, yet a mere human Nascent Soul early stage monk dares to come and covet you? Do you have the qualifications?"

Before the scaly demon cultivator could speak, a voice full of cruelty came from behind.

Soon a burly demon cultivator with a red face flew out from the island, and the words just now came from his mouth.

"now what?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Fan showed a trace of interest on his face. He looked at the burly demon cultivator with a red face and untied his cultivation.

In an instant, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Mo Fan.

He was dressed in a white robe, without any wind, and his long hair was flying, making him look like an immortal who had strayed into the mortal world.

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul!" Feeling the spiritual pressure coming towards his face, a hint of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the red-faced burly demon cultivator, and the previous arrogance was gone.

This is natural. Whether you are a monk or a demon cultivator, strong strength is the foundation.

"Roar!" Seeing Mo Fan's momentum getting stronger, the burly demon cultivator with a red face roared and called for help.

In this regard, Mo Fan did not take action to stop him. He still looked calm and stood in the air with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, it is still unclear how many demon cultivators there are on the island and their strength.

He was not willing to take action rashly.

If the island were filled with cats and dogs, he could easily capture them now without sneak attack.

But if there are still demon cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage guarding the island, and he kills these two demon cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage, then the relationship is completely over.

If he wanted to get Xuanwu Condensed Water again, he would have to go back and refine the top-level five-series flying sword.

Otherwise, if there is a demon cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, he will not be able to get Xuanwu Condensed Water.

It was with this problem in mind that Mo Fan allowed him to ask for help.

After all, he is not here to kill demons. The corpse of an eighth-level demon cultivator is a treasure to others.

But with his current wealth, the body of a mere eighth-level demon cultivator has almost no appeal to him.

It can't be extracted, and these materials can't be exchanged for a few spiritual stones. It's not as fast as he can extract a few high-level spiritual stones at will to earn spiritual stones.

"Roar!"

"Roar--"

"Roar!~"

……

After the red-faced burly demon cultivator let out a long roar, five powerful auras soon erupted from the island.

Since his spiritual consciousness was still somewhat limited, Mo Fan did not detect a tenth-level demon cultivator comparable to the late Nascent Soul in his initial induction.

This discovery also made him secretly relieved.

As long as there are no level [-] demon cultivators, he has no worries.

"Who dares to cause trouble in my foggy sea?"

Soon a burly demon cultivator with the same red complexion landed next to the previous burly demon cultivator.

The only difference is that the burly demon cultivator later became stronger, a level [-] demon cultivator, and the redness on his face was much lighter than the former.

"Father! This human said he wants to take away our Xuanwu Condensation Water."

After seeing this burly ninth-level demon cultivator, the eight-level burly demon cultivator seemed to have found reinforcements, and quickly told everyone about Mo Fan's actions.

"What? Seize our Xuanwu Condensed Water?" After hearing this, the other ninth-level demon cultivator also became angry and glared at Mo Fan fiercely.

I have the urge to take action if I disagree.

"What nonsense are you talking to about humans? Just kill them and eat them. I haven't eaten the meat of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul for a long time."

The third level nine transformed demon cultivator licked his lips and looked at Mo Fan up and down with a fierce look on his face, as if he was looking at some delicious food.

"Three level nine monsters and four level eight monsters, that's okay." When the demon cultivator on the other side looked at Mo Fan, he also took in the opponent's full strength.

"Humans, you are looking for death!" After hearing that Mo Fan was counting them like beasts, the ninth-level demon cultivator who had threatened to kill Mo Fan before could no longer hold back the anger in his heart.

I saw him disappear in a flash, his whole body blending into the surrounding mist.

At the same time, Mo Fan's eyes flashed.

"burn--"

Two glaring divine lights burst out in an instant, piercing through everything in front of them, arriving first and finally hitting a place that was originally empty.

"Uh~"

Immediately, a muffled groan came from it, and then the third level nine demon cultivator appeared covering his chest, which was so bloody that the bones were visible.

"Your Majesty, it's better to be calm. Mo is in a good mood recently and doesn't want to increase the number of murders."

After injuring the ninth-level demon cultivator with just one move, Mo Fan said calmly.

"Brother!" After seeing Mo Fan injuring the third level nine demon cultivator with just one move, the scaly demon cultivator who was the first to appear exclaimed in surprise.

The brother of his clan was still so impulsive. He didn't even have time to send a message to tell him that the human in front of him seemed to be able to see through their clan's hidden magical powers, so he was the first to suffer a loss.

Fortunately, the human monk in front of him had no murderous intentions, otherwise he would have been seriously injured even if his life was not in danger.

"Okay! Very good!" After regaining his breath, the third level nine demon cultivator not only did not appreciate Mo Fan for holding back, but his eyes became even more fierce.

"Do you guys still want to watch the show? We, the seven transformed warriors, are blocked at the door by a mid-stage Nascent Soul human. If word gets out, our peers will laugh out loud!"

"What Brother Lin said is reasonable, and we agree." The two demon cultivators with red faces echoed.

"Where's Brother Bai?" After seeing the burly demon cultivator with red faces agree, the third ninth-level demon cultivator looked at the second ninth-level demon cultivator who had not yet spoken.

"Forget it, any human being who covets the Xuanwu Condensing Water is our enemy." After a moment of hesitation, the second level nine demon cultivator also agreed.

"Why do you guys... risk your death?" Mo Fan sighed slightly as he looked at the seven demon cultivators who were gradually surrounding him.

……

When Mo Fan and others were at war, Zhang Miao, who had obtained the high-level water spirit stone, did not stop for a moment and left at high speed with the compass weapon in hand.

However, he had just left for less than a few dozen breaths when he suddenly sensed violent fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from behind.

Even though it was covered by thick fog, he could occasionally see two red lasers that looked like they were about to pierce the sky penetrate the thick fog and shoot into the sky.

In addition, it is accompanied by bursts of beast roars.

What surprised him even more was that he seemed to hear pain and fear in the roar of the beast.

"No!!!" Just when he mistakenly thought that he heard it wrong, a roar full of unwillingness soon came again.

"This? What happened?" After the voice of reluctance came, Zhang Miao's face was full of disbelief.

Although he was mainly the one giving directions during the time he spent with Mo Fan, Mo Fan's voice had already been deeply recorded in his mind.

He was 100% sure that this unwilling roar was definitely not coming from Mo Fan.

But besides Mo Fan, there were only those demon cultivators who transformed themselves.

The owner of the voice is self-evident.

Although he didn't know at the moment that there were several demon cultivators fighting Mo Fan behind him, there were definitely more than one or two.

Because what he saw with his own eyes back then were three or four transformed demon cultivators.

He could sense such violent fluctuations in spiritual power from such a distance, and it was impossible for the demon cultivators on the island not to be able to sense it.

In other words, at this moment, Senior Mo may be fighting against all the transformed demon cultivators in the entire fog sea with his own strength!

Thinking of this, Zhang Miao's mind went blank.

Incredible!

Fight the entire fog sea monster cultivator with your own strength! !

What a feat this is, even if those great late Nascent Soul cultivators from Luan Xinghai come, it will still be nothing more than this, right?

Is this really just a monk who has just advanced to the early stage of Nascent Soul?

I'm afraid even if he goes back and tells others, no one will believe his words, right?

Thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Zhang Miao forgot to hurry for a while.

"Whoosh-"

When he was stunned, he saw a shadow about the size of a foot fleeting not far away from him.

Judging from the appearance of the shadow, it seems to be a fish monster Yuanying covered with scales!

"This...actually the body of a transformed demon cultivator was destroyed?"

Looking at the few shadows that flickered and then disappeared, Zhang Miao was so shocked that she took in a breath of cold air again.

Although he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running around.

The Nascent Soul monk will only use the Nascent Soul to run away under one situation, and that is when the physical body is about to be destroyed, or has been destroyed.

Apart from this, almost no Nascent Soul cultivator dares to release the Nascent Soul alone.

After all, the Nascent Soul without physical protection is extremely fragile. Although there is teleportation as a way to save life, if it is hit by an attack, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead.

Another dozen breaths later.

The fluctuations finally subsided, and the entire sea of ​​fog returned to its usual appearance.

It was as if everything just now had never happened.

In just a few dozen breaths, only Zhang Miao clearly knew how violent a fight had just happened.

In the past, the transformed demon cultivator that he could avoid was now like a bereaved dog. His body was destroyed, and only his Nascent Soul escaped.

But the person who caused all this was just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

"No! Will I be silenced?"

Suddenly Zhang Miao trembled all over, and a stream of cold air rushed from his tailbone to the sky, making his whole body feel cold.

This is not his unfounded worry, but a common occurrence in the world of immortality.

A low-level monk accidentally breaks into the secret of a high-level monk, and the final outcome is either death or the signing of a contract.

What will be his outcome?
"It seems you are aware of it." When Zhang Miao was terrified, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

"Mo...Senior Mo, spare my life! This junior knows nothing and can't say anything! For the sake of this junior leading the way for you, please spare my life!"

After hearing the sound, Zhang Miao didn't dare to look back and directly begged for mercy with a tearful voice.

"Spare your life? Why spare your life? When did I say I wanted to kill you?" After hearing Zhang Miao's begging for mercy, Mo Fan smiled hoarsely.

Could it be that his handsome appearance still doesn't give people the impression that he is a good person?

If he remembered correctly, weren't there only ugly, cunning, and cunning people in the novel who would kill and silence them at every turn?

He looks so sunny, handsome, and handsome. Logically speaking, he must be a good guy at first glance!
"Senior Mo, this junior can swear, swear by the inner demon, swear by the great road, any oath and contract will do, as long as senior doesn't kill me."

At this moment, Zhang Miao was already frightened and did not listen to Mo Fan's words at all.

"Okay, just swear." Seeing that Zhang Miao was so frightened that he was almost in a daze, Mo Fan had no choice but to follow his thoughts and speak.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, Zhang Miao over there began to swear as if he had been granted amnesty.

It wasn't until he finished all the various oaths that Zhang Miao woke up from the panic, looked at Mo Fan in front of him, and breathed a long sigh of relief:
"Thank you, Senior Mo, for your magnanimity. This junior will never tell anyone what happened today. If even half a word leaks out of this junior's mouth, this junior will be blasted to death by thunder."

"Well, it's best if you can keep it a secret, but don't be too nervous. Although I am not a righteous monk, I will not do anything to repay kindness with hatred. Besides, even if today's incident is leaked, it will not hurt me."

Seeing that Zhang Miao still looked worried, Mo Fan smiled helplessly.

After finally shaking his head, he disappeared in front of Zhang Miao.

No matter how much he said at this time, Zhang Miao might not believe it all.

In fact, if the two people's statuses were exchanged, he probably wouldn't believe it easily.

"call--"

After seeing that Mo Fan had indeed disappeared, Zhang Miao slumped down on the magic weapon.

……

After leaving Zhang Miao, Mo Fan came to the edge of the island again.

I saw that the island at this moment had long lost its previous appearance.

For dozens of miles near the edge, there are bottomless potholes everywhere.

A large amount of seawater is pouring in, and the high-speed flowing seawater drives the surrounding thin haze, forming a long fog bridge.

Mo Fan did not appreciate the masterpiece he had just created, but turned into a five-color escaping light and headed towards the depths of the island.

The battle just now might have been earth-shattering for Zhang Miao.

But for Mo Fan, it was just a small test of his skills.

In the later stage of transcending the level to kill the Nascent Soul, he may be unable to do anything because he does not have powerful magic weapons and secret techniques.

But there is no problem in dealing with a few level [-] or [-] demon cultivators.

It's a pity that his scolding divine light is still a moment slower than the Nascent Soul teleportation of the ninth-level demon cultivator.

Otherwise, those three ninth-level monsters would not be able to escape Nascent Soul.

……

Following the increasingly thinner haze, Mo Fan quickly arrived at the center of the island.

He saw a large pool nearly a mile in diameter.

The pool is surrounded by densely packed basalt-style heads.

There was constant haze being inhaled from the back of the head, and after a while, a drop of liquid dripped from the corner of Xuanwu's mouth. (End of chapter)