Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Just when the old devil of Hehuan was coming to the country of Yue.

Mo Fan also just left after being entertained by several Nascent Souls.

Thinking of the enthusiasm of Patriarch Linghu before, Mo Fan felt dumbfounded for a moment.

It’s no wonder that Patriarch Linghu is so excited and ecstatic. Unlike monks like Mo Fan who joined the sect halfway, Patriarch Linghu grew up in the sect since childhood.

Relatives are also disciples of the sect, so the sect can even be regarded as a family in their eyes.

This is one of the reasons why Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian are even more eager to return to Tiannan.

They are different from Yan Xun and others.

In the eyes of the latter, Huang Maple Valley is nothing more than a temporary shelter.

Therefore, Patriarch Linghu was overjoyed when a monk like Mo Fan, who was at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, appeared out of thin air in Huang Maple Valley.

It also means that Huang Maple Valley has great potential to flourish in his hands.

Of course, the premise is that they can first resist the attack of the Six Demonic Sects.

Otherwise, even the Yue Kingdom will be lost, and it will take at least hundreds of years to start over somewhere else.

After shaking his head, Mo Fan flew towards Jinguyuan.

Since he had put down his bold words and asked the old devil of Hehuan to come in person, he had to be there.

Otherwise, it is easy for others to misunderstand that you are afraid.

As for whether the old devil of Hehuan would come, Mo Fan was not worried at all.

It's not that he has any clever plans, but it's because he has already received the flying sword message from the strong man with the severed eyebrows last time.

At the same time, he was vaguely looking forward to seeing the gap between his combat power and the great monks in the late Nascent Soul.

Everything mentioned above is his personal speculation.

How specific his combat power is will only be known after he has fought against these great monks in the later stages of Nascent Soul.

The late Nascent Soul can be called a great monk, which shows that it is not comparable to the ordinary monks in the middle Nascent Soul.

Since he refined the more than 100 top-level flying swords in his dantian, he has yet to use all his strength.

He doesn't know if it can double his combat power as he expected.

With some expectation and anxiety, he turned into a five-color light and disappeared into the horizon.

Not long after Mo Fan left, several Nascent Soul monks from the Yue Kingdom quietly followed out at the invitation of Patriarch Linghu.

Although Mo Fan did not tell them the specific time set between him and the old devil Hehuan.

But several old monsters who had lived for almost 5000 years in total could guess the approximate time after just a little thought.

As for Mo Fan's repeated emphasis that they did not need their assistance, several people did not take it to heart.

Let them sit back and watch such a young peak monk in the middle stage of Yuanying fight against a long-established great monk in the late stage of Yuanying, unless there is something wrong with their brains.

Mo Fan may not have much idea of ​​the concept of a peak monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul who is less than a century old.

However, these people who have been stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm for many years and have been unable to move forward have an extremely clear understanding.

The importance of Mo Fan is definitely not comparable to that of the Yue Kingdom!
The war can be lost, but the country can give in. Mo Fan, this precious kid, must not make the slightest mistake.

The more advanced a monk is, the more he values ​​and believes in fate and luck.

No matter what the reason is, if a monk can improve so much in such a short period of time, it means that he has great luck.

Treasures can be snatched, but luck cannot be snatched away.

This is also the reason why they did not become greedy after seeing Mo Fan's wings growing, but instead wanted to please him.

As for why they still had to follow Mo Fan after they knew that he was most likely the son of luck.

Half of them are worried, and half are rushing to send favors.

Since you have the intention to please, if you don't go to the battlefield now, why don't you wait until Mo Fan is invincible before adding icing on the cake?
After all, these people are all old foxes who have lived for hundreds of years, so they still understand this.

Just like that, Mo Fan flew ahead at great speed.

A few people were hanging behind, hundreds of miles apart.

Within a moment, Mo Fan appeared above Jinguyuan again.

Although both sides are in a truce stage at the moment, they have not withdrawn their troops.

They are all waiting for the outcome of the battle in a tacit understanding.

……

Time passed by and it was half a day later.

Mo Fan, who was standing in the air with his hands behind his back, suddenly moved his brows and looked forward with his eyes emitting bursts of light.

A black escaping light exuding violent spiritual power fluctuations was flying towards him at a very fast speed.

In the black escaping light, it was the Hehuan Old Demon who came from the Hehuan Sect.

"It's interesting." Hehuan Laomo obviously noticed Mo Fan's movements, and there was some interest in his eyes.

The distance between the two at this moment is more than three hundred miles.

After a few breaths.

The old devil of Hehuan in black robe stopped not far in front of Mo Fan.

"Is it you who asked me to come here?"

"Exactly, it's time for this farce to end." Faced with the direct gaze of the Hehuan Old Demon, Mo Fan looked calm.

"Okay, if you can take my three moves, our Six Demonic Sects will withdraw from Yue Kingdom immediately."

Looking at Mo Fan who was not timid at all, the old devil Hehuan in black robe crossed his arms and said with interest.

To be honest, this battle lasted for so long, far exceeding the expectations of the Six Demonic Sects.

Not only men are needed to fight a war, but materials are also indispensable.

The resources consumed by the war that lasted for more than forty years have almost caught up with all the resources that some small countries can bring to them.

In fact, even if Mo Fan doesn't come forward, the Six Demonic Sects still have the idea of ​​ending the war.

But before the war ceases, they plan to attack a few times with all their strength.

Regardless of whether the Yue Kingdom can stop it at that time, the Six Demonic Sects will basically not take action again.

This is also one of the reasons why the countries behind Vietnam chose not to provide assistance.

"Okay! Today I will ask Mo to learn about the power of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage."

Mo Fan did not feel that the other party looked down upon him because of what Hehuan Old Demon said. On the contrary, Hehuan Old Demon showed respect to him in this way.

Just because a normal monk in the middle stage of Yuanying would have difficulty connecting with a great monk in the late stage of Yuanying with just one move.

Not to mention the three moves that go all out.

Needless to say, these three moves must be the ultimate move of the old devil Hehuan.

"You are very courageous and confident. But I still want to tell you that there is a reason why the late Nascent Soul is called a great monk."

"Magic Sea!"

With that said, the figure of the Hehuan Old Demon disappeared instantly.

At the same time, a monstrous magical power suddenly erupted, slamming towards Mo Fan in front of him like a huge wave.

At the moment when the magic power broke out, Mo Fan suddenly had the illusion that he had become a small boat on the sea, and the old devil Albizia turned into a huge wave with a height of several hundred feet.

"Wood!"

Facing the trick of the old devil of Hehuan, Mo Fan did not release the probing divine light and pointed directly forward.Immediately, he summoned the 72 wooden-type top-level flying sword magic weapons still stored in his dantian, forming a defensive light shield with a radius of nearly ten feet around his body.

And at the moment when the defensive light shield was formed, the giant wave transformed from the old devil of Hehuan also came over.

"boom--"

A shocking loud noise suddenly erupted the moment the two came into contact.

At that moment, the monks on both sides of the Golden Drum Plain who had not withdrawn their troops were still thrown into chaos by the burst of spiritual power, even though they were hundreds of miles away.

Some stone houses with low defense levels were completely destroyed.

The monks with low cultivation levels were even more weak under the impact of spiritual power, and their faces turned pale.

Fortunately, the monk responsible for controlling the formation of the entire camp activated the protective formation in time and finally isolated the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations.

The Linghu Ancestors, who were more than 200 miles away and were waiting for help, could no longer sit still and rushed out from a circular light shield with nervous expressions on their faces.

Soon enough, when the huge black wave in the form of the old devil of Hehuan hit the cyan light shield outside Mo Fan, golden lightning burst out suddenly.

Then it spread in the huge waves.

Wherever the golden thunder and lightning passed, a large amount of black smoke was seen rising, and the huge waves that were originally as black as ink gradually became clear and transparent.

This scene was so frightening that the "big wave" split instantly, split into two halves with the cyan light shield outside Mo Fan as the center, and went around.

Fortunately, the number of golden thunder and lightning was only a drop in the bucket compared to the huge size of the giant wave. After the giant wave became clear by about [-]%, all the golden lightning was finally consumed.

Just like that, a breath or two passed.

The place where Mo Fan and two people fought was restored.

"You can actually release the evil-destroying divine thunder!!"

The Hehuan Old Demon who appeared behind Mo Fan at some unknown time looked at the cyan light shield with a look of horror on his face.

There was no mistake, he was sure that the golden thunder just now was definitely the legendary evil-warming divine thunder.

Only the evil-destroying divine thunder, which claimed to be able to overcome some demonic powers, could pose such a huge threat to him.

Even though the huge wave just lost only one or two percent of its total volume, that was all the demonic energy he had accumulated over hundreds of years of hard work.

Looking at it from another angle, that is to say, if this golden thunder and lightning strikes him dozens more times, his hundreds of years of hard work will be completely wiped out!
A few dozen strokes is equivalent to hundreds of years of hard work.

Who the hell can stand this.

"Tao friendly eyesight." Mo Fan was also slightly surprised when he saw the old devil Hehuan named the evil-dispelling divine thunder in one breath.

As expected of an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years, his knowledge reserve is far beyond what he can match.

"Could it be that your natal magic weapon was mixed with Golden Thunder Bamboo and refined?"

Looking at the 72 wooden flying swords still functioning outside Mo Fan, the Hehuan Old Demon looked shocked.

Although he has never seen the magic weapon refined by Golden Thunder Bamboo for hundreds of years, it is not difficult to deduce it based on the records in the book.

After all, the only thing in this world that can release evil-proofing divine thunder is the ten thousand year old Golden Thunder Bamboo.

Fortunately, he didn't dare to think that all 72 flying swords were made from golden thunder bamboo.

Otherwise, instead of being filled with shock at this moment, he might go crazy.

"It seems that it can't be hidden from the discerning eyes of fellow Taoists." Mo Fan did not object.

"No wonder you have such confidence."

At this moment, the old devil Hehuan lost all his initial interest, and the look in his eyes was gradually replaced by solemnity.

He had only read a few words about the divine thunder to ward off evil spirits in ancient books.

As for how much we know, it is at most a partial knowledge.

It is simply impossible to come up with a way to restrain the evil-repelling divine thunder in a short period of time.

If you can't take any tricks, you'll have to fight hard.

Although I don’t know how many evil-proof divine thunders are contained in the opponent’s flying sword magic weapon, it is definitely limited.

After all, every section of Golden Thunder Bamboo is a rare treasure.

Ordinary people are lucky if they can get any.

However, the problem is that if you don't get too much, you won't get much, but the damage done to him by the evil-destroying divine thunder is real.

The magic energy lost in each blow required him to practice hard for several years.

Use the demonic energy that you have gained through hard work to exchange for something that can be restored by the other party with a little cultivation.

Is it worth it?

not worth!
Without any thinking, the old devil Hehuan easily came up with the answer.

The demonic energy he cultivated through hard work was not only used to fight enemies, but also relied on him to advance to become a god.

If he continues to fight, even if he can win, it will reduce his already weak hope.

Besides, can he win?
Looking at the intact cyan light shield outside Mo Fan, the Hehuan Old Demon had doubts about this.

Even though the two of them only exchanged one move briefly.

But among masters, one move is often enough to determine a lot of things.

"Do you want to use the remaining two moves, fellow Taoist?"

Seeing the old devil Hehuan's eyes constantly changing as he stared at him silently, Mo Fan asked with a smile on his lips.

"That's all. Since fellow Taoist can catch the next move intact, let's let this matter go."

At the age and state of Hehuan Laomo, he has already looked away from things like face, and answered directly without any hesitation.

"That's a pity. Mo originally wanted to continue asking for advice to see the gap between himself and the great monk."

Hearing this, Mo Fan shook his head regretfully.

"If fellow Taoist want to seek advice from a great monk, I can actually help introduce him. I think the righteous Master Zhiyang will be very interested."

The old devil of Hehuan said with a smile.

"Then thank you fellow Taoist for your kindness, but Mo has some important matters recently, and I will definitely ask for advice when I have the opportunity in the future."

Mo Fan smiled and bowed, not timid at all.

"Junior Brother Mo! Are you okay?", "Fellow Daoist Mo!"

While Mo Fan and the two were talking, Ancestor Linghu and others finally arrived.

Seeing that Mo Fan was intact, they were completely relieved.

"It doesn't matter." After hearing this, Mo Fan nodded slightly towards Linghu Ancestor and the others who came over anxiously.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's okay." Apparently, Ancestor Linghu was still immersed in the violent fluctuations caused by the fight between the two and had not recovered.

"Okay, the matter has come to an end, and I will not break my promise. Starting today, our six sects will cease fighting."

In the past, even if Linghu Ancestor had a few people or a few Hehuan Old Demons, he wouldn't worry, but after what happened just now, there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes many times at this moment. After leaving a word, he didn't care about Linghu Laozu. The doubts of the Zu and others turned into a black light and disappeared into the horizon.

"This... what happened?"

Looking at the old demon Hehuan who didn't look back, Linghu Ancestor and the others, even though they had lived for hundreds of years, were suddenly confused and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

Although they didn't know what happened between the two of them just now, the departure of Hehuan Old Demon must mean that Mo Fan succeeded.

The peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul was not only undefeated against the long-famous late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but he also gained an advantage?
What the hell is this monster?

Several people looked at Mo Fan with surprise and joy. (End of chapter)