Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Why haven't you come back yet?
When Yan Xun sighed in his heart, Mo Fan, who was thousands of miles away, actually felt something.

The body that had long transcended the ordinary world suddenly felt a twitch in its heart at this moment.

"Must... hold on."

Looking at the location of Danxia Island from the distance, Mo Fan murmured and increased his escape speed to the extreme.

The whole person turned into a five-color glow and streaked across the sky.

A quarter of an hour later.

Mo Fan's consciousness finally detected the edge of Danxia Island.

With one sweep, he discovered the situation of the island protection formation.

Looking at the precarious island-protecting formation, Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, his eyes were covered with cold murderous intent.

He wanted to see who it was that dared to disturb Tai Sui.

Because the position he rushed back to was exactly opposite the direction of Qingyang Gate's attack, he did not use his spiritual sense to detect the person immediately.

As his consciousness gradually passed through the island protection formation, he sensed everyone in the Mo Mansion.

After seeing that everyone was safe and sound, the last trace of worry in his heart dissipated.

As long as people are fine, everything else is trivial.

Mo Fan was not in a hurry to join everyone in the Mo Mansion, and flew forward as fast as he could.

When he was almost close to the edge of the island, his spiritual consciousness with a range of nearly three hundred miles finally detected the Qingyangmen and others directly in front.

Seeing that it was just a group of Jindan monks, they dared to come to attack Danxia Island. He felt extremely insulted in an instant.

"die!"

After roaring, Mo Fan directly used his powerful spiritual consciousness to crush Qingyangmen and others.

"boom--"

Qingyangmen and others who were working tirelessly to attack the Danxia Island defense formation suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming pressure coming towards them.

This pressure is much greater than that of their Qingyang Sect ancestors.

"Plop!", "Plop!"

Some Qingyang Sect disciples with weak cultivation were instantly softened by the pressure, and fell into the sea like dumplings.

"Patriarch Nascent Soul!"

The three late-stage Jindan cultivators who were the main force all looked shocked when they sensed the pressure of their divine consciousness.

There was a sense of panic in his eyes.

"It's over! This time we really hit the wall." This thought came to several people's minds almost at the same time.

"Escape! Escape!"

The young master of the Qingyang Clan, who was lying on a carriage's magic weapon and enjoying the service of several female cultivators behind him, sensed the terrifying pressure of Mo Fan's consciousness. He was instantly frightened and gave orders in a panic.

"Escape? It's too late!" In a few moments, Mo Fan had closed the distance to a hundred miles.

With his current speed, he would be able to reach everyone in Qingyang Clan in just a few breaths.

……

At the same time, everyone in the Mo Mansion also heard Mo Fan's voice.

"My husband is back!"

"It's the master!"

"Father!"

Everyone in the Mo Mansion, who had looked sad just now, flew out of the meeting hall overjoyed.

After seeing the five-color rays of light transformed by Mo Fan disappear from the sky, everyone finally let go of their hanging hearts.

"Let's go and kill the enemy with the master!" Zhang Tie, who had been patient for a long time, was so excited after seeing Mo Fan that he was the first to rush forward.

"Senior Brother Han, let's go and take a look together." Seeing Zhang Tie turn into yellow light and disappear, Mo Caihuan and the other girls looked at Han Li and said.

"Master ladies, are you going with me?" Han Li didn't agree immediately, so he asked Yan Xun and others.

"Well, let's go and have a look together. I also want to see these evil thieves being beheaded with my own eyes."

After enduring it for more than a year, Yan Xun and others were equally angry.

After saying that, they all turned into streaks of escaping light and chased after them.

Seeing this, Han Li touched his nose, rolled up the three sisters of the Mo family and chased after him.

……

After two breaths.

Mo Fan narrowed the distance to fifty or sixty miles.

At this moment, he had also bypassed the highest peak of Danxia Island. Without the obstacle of the mountain, there was no longer any obstacle between him and everyone in Qingyang Sect.

"burn--"

Standing in the sky, he released a dazzling light.

He did not immediately attack the young master of the Qingyang Sect, but attacked the late Jindan who had escaped the farthest.

"Senior, spare your life! We are only following orders. We are disciples of Qingyang Sect! Please spare my life, senior, for the sake of our ancestors."

Feeling the danger of death looming over him, the late-stage Jindan monk was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart, and he begged for mercy again and again.

"Bang!~"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the scolding divine light appeared in an instant. After hearing a loud noise, the man was completely annihilated.

With Mo Fan's current strength, using his divine light to deal with this group of people is like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

There was no unbearable feeling in his heart. After killing this person, Mo Fan's consciousness once again focused on the late-stage Jindan cultivator who had escaped the second farthest.

"Don't! Senior, spare your life!! That Zong Tianwu ordered us to attack everything. Senior knows this!"

As soon as Mo Fan's consciousness was focused, the man was so frightened that he burst into tears and knelt down in the air to beg for mercy.

Although he didn't know the life or death of the fellow disciple just now, he could still clearly sense the violent fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by the divine light.

At this moment, coupled with the fact that Mo Fan's spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of the late Nascent Soul, the hair on his body stood on end.

"burn--"

Without a trace of hesitation, Mo Fan directly displayed his glaring light.

There is no distinction between mastermind and accomplice here, everyone must die.

It's just that the way of death is different.

"Do not!!!"

Facing the shrilling divine light that shot towards him, the late No. 2 golden elixir cultivator only had time to let out an unwilling cry before he was also completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace of blood mist behind.

Even after killing two people fifty or sixty miles apart, Mo Fan's expression remained unchanged.

Although he has not practiced in the past 20 years, after 20 years of accumulation, his strength has improved a lot.

Since the Qingyang Sect No. 3 late-stage golden elixir monk was not far away from the No. 2 late-stage golden elixir just now, he could feel the violent fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by the divine light of his eyes more clearly.

I saw him at this moment, his face was ashen and his eyes were dull.

He could no longer think of any way to escape from a Nascent Soul Stage monk who could kill others from dozens of miles away.

Hopeless!

"burn--"

Mo Fan didn't stop just because the man refused to escape. He also shot out a blast of divine light and annihilated him.

This time, all three late-stage Jindan cultivators from Qingyang Sect died.

After annihilating the three people, Mo Fan also stopped releasing the divine light.

Next, he would repay the young master of Qingyang Clan well.Although he still didn't know the whole story, he could roughly guess something based on the words of those people just now and the hot figures and scantily clad female cultivators beside the young master of Qingyang Sect.

There is a high probability that this son covets the beauty of Yan Xun and others, and wants to be the overlord.

Moreover, he also had some impressions of the Qingyang Sect. It seemed that he had some interactions with Han Li in the original work.

To be precise, he interacted with Yuan Yao and Yanli.

He remembered.

The young master of Qingyang Clan used to deceive female cultivators in the name of taking concubines, and after bringing them back to Qingyang Clan, he used them as furnaces.

Yuan Yao's senior sister Yanli was deceived like this.

A few years later, Yuan Yao was deceived by him in the same way. In the end, Yuan Yao and Yanli cooperated to kill him in a sneak attack.

But Yanli was also killed by the young master of the Qingyang Clan before she died, leaving only one soul.

In the end, it was Yuan Yao who took the resources and the soul-crying beast obtained from the young master of the Qingyang Sect to the Xutian Palace to get the soul-nurturing wood, and met Han Li.

Han Li's Crying Soul Beast comes from this.

Many fragments flashed through his mind, and Mo Fan remembered everything about the young master of the Qingyang Clan.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Mo Fan increased his escape speed to the extreme and chased Zong Tianwu, the young master of the Qingyang Clan, at top speed.

As the mastermind, Mo Fan did not intend to let him die so easily.

Without torture, I would be sorry for the tone in his heart.

One of the two is in the second half of the middle Nascent Soul stage, and the other is a monk in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. There is an unknown amount of difference in escape speed.

In just a few breaths, Mo Fan stopped in front of Zong Tianwu, the young master of Qingyang Clan.

"Senior, this junior realizes that I was wrong. Please spare my life! I can apologize. I am the young master of the Qingyang Clan. My ancestor loves me the most. Senior, you can ask your ancestor to give me treasures in exchange for it."

Looking at Mo Fan who looked like a god of death in front of him, Zong Tianwu was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he couldn't hold back the heat in his lower abdomen, which wet his shoes and pants.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you yet."

Glancing at Zong Tianwu's robe that was soaked in urine between his legs, Mo Fan unconsciously flashed a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"Really? Thank you...thank you, senior!" After hearing this, Zong Tianwu raised his head and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

"Of course it is true. How can I let you die so easily? I will let you experience the feeling of having your soul sucked and your soul refined."

Mo Fan said word by word with a smile on his face.

"No! Don't!!! Save me...Ancestor, save me!!!!"

Mo Fan obviously had a smile on his face, but when he fell into Zong Tianwu's eyes, he was as terrifying as a demon, and he was so frightened that he kept retreating behind him.

In the end, he accidentally tripped over an object behind him and collapsed on the flying car.

"It seems that you haven't recognized the reality yet. Not to mention that your ancestor is only in the middle stage of Yuanying. Even if a great monk in the late stage of Yuanying comes here today, he can't save your life."

Taking a step forward, Mo Fan came to Zong Tianwu, stepped on his chest, leaned over and slowly stretched out his right hand, holding it on Zong Tianwu's head.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, senior, spare my life!!"

Under the threat of death, Zong Tianwu was completely frightened and twisted his body wildly, trying to break free from Mo Fan's clutches.

But he was only a late-stage foundation-building monk, so how could he break free from the shackles of a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk.

"Too late."

Mo Fan was unmoved at all, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted:
"Soul Eater!"

As the words fell, an extremely strong demonic energy spurted out from Mo Fan's right hand.

"Uh——, senior...senior, spare...spare my life."

The moment the demonic energy penetrated his mind, Zong Tianwu felt a pain that pierced his heart, like a feeling of being cut to pieces by a thousand knives erupting in the depths of his soul.

Every breath of time, in his perception, seemed as long as 100 years had passed.

In this way, time passed by, and Zong Tianwu's begging for mercy soon became too low to be heard.

After dozens of breaths.

"Boom-"

As the last trace of Zong Tianwu's soul was refined, his body completely lost its support, and he fell to the floor of the flying magic weapon.

"Let's go." After retracting his right hand, Mo Fan glanced at the few female cultivators huddled in a corner with fear in their eyes and spoke slowly.

"Thank you, thank you, senior, for saving your life!"

After hearing this, the female cultivators bowed to Mo Fan as if they had been granted amnesty, then hurriedly jumped out of the flying magic weapon and left far away.

"master!"

Not long after the female cultivators left, Zhang Tie, who had followed immediately, finally arrived and shouted from a distance.

"Yes." Mo Fan's consciousness had already noticed Zhang Tie coming, and he was not surprised by this.

After turning to Zhang Tie and nodding slightly, he looked past Zhang Tie and fell behind him.

Yan Xun and others quickly rushed over.

"Husband!", "Father!", "Master!"

After everyone emerged from the escaping light, they all looked at Mo Fan immediately.

"It was delayed due to some things, but I didn't expect that it has made you worry and fear for so long these days."

Looking at the people arriving, a trace of guilt flashed in Mo Fan's eyes.

"This has nothing to do with you, husband, so why should you feel guilty." Yan Xun smiled sweetly and leaned over.

"Yes, father. If you want to blame it, it's this beast."

Mo Caihuan dodged from Han Li's side and came to Zong Tianwu, who had completely lost his life, and said fiercely.

"Master, my disciple has let you down and failed to protect Danxia Island well."

After seeing the girls approaching him, Han Li bowed to Mo Fan with a ashamed look on his face.

"Xiao Li has done a very good job. If it weren't for him, the island protection formation would have been broken a few months ago."

Before Mo Fan could speak, Yan Xun beside him took the initiative to explain.

"Well, the biggest credit is that people are fine. I'm going to thank you for the hard work this time."

Mo Fan nodded approvingly at Han Li.

"Disciple should do it. Master doesn't blame the disciple for not protecting Danxia Island."

After receiving Mo Fan's approval, a smile finally appeared on Han Li's tense cheeks.

"The remaining trash fish will be left to you."

Mo Fan glanced at the many foundation-building disciples of Qingyang Sect who had escaped some distance, and Mo Fan spoke.

"Master, I was just waiting for your words. It was this group of beasts that kept me trapped on the island for more than a year."

As Mo Fan finished speaking, Zhang Tie, who was the first to arrive, rushed out first.

"Let's go, sisters, let's go and kill ourselves." Seeing this, Yan Xun and the other girls looked at each other and chased each other out.

Soon, everyone in the Mo Mansion, except for a few people whose cultivation had not yet reached the Golden Core level, chased after him.

"Let's go and have a look too."

Seeing a few people looking eagerly at the people leaving, Mo Fan waved his hand and picked up a few people before turning into a five-color escaping light and following them.

Because the people from Qingyang Gate escaped for dozens of breaths, it was already a quarter of an hour later when everyone from Mo Mansion caught up.

Using golden elixir to build a foundation is naturally easy to achieve.

In less than a moment, the entire Qingyangmen army was wiped out.

Everyone in the Mo Mansion, who had been feeling aggrieved for more than a year, finally vented their unhappiness. (End of chapter)