Chapter 480: Mo Fan Vs. Sage Yunluo

After hearing what Mo Fan said, both Sage Yunluo and Great Sage Pingtian were stunned.

A newly promoted demon king, or a demon king who had just risen from a weak race, dared to threaten the life of a saint?

Lin Yang thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect that the Demon King Qitian in front of him was even more arrogant than himself.

Sage Yunluo was instantly enraged.

It's not that she couldn't take out the elixir of return to the ancestors, but being forced to take it out was completely different.

After all, she is also a saint this time, and now the most powerful existence in the world, how could she be threatened like this?

"Great Sage Pingtian, I shouldn't have stepped in to teach you a lesson for you, but this Demon King Qitian is so aggressive, and I, Yunluo, am not made of clay! Sorry!"

Sage Yunluo snorted coldly and bowed slightly to Great Sage Pingtian.

Mo Fan's words have forced the two into a situation where they have no way to retreat.

If she gave in this time, she would lose not only her own face, but also the face of Yaoshen Mountain and even the entire human race.

Pingtian Great Sage was somewhat helpless.

He knew that Mo Fan was powerful, but he did not believe that Mo Fan could truly be on par with the Saint.

In his opinion, Mo Fan should already be the first person under the Martial Saint.

If he continued to practice for a period of time and reached the realm of the fifth or sixth grade Martial Emperor, he might be able to barely compete with the Martial Saint.

But now, he thought that he was still lacking.

Pingtian Great Sage sighed: "Why do you have to do this..."

He is the leader of the demon race and represents the attitude of the entire demon race.

Mo Fan did not listen to his advice and insisted on opposing the Sage Yunluo. He had the power to subdue Mo Fan and avoid this battle that almost escalated to the level of the demon and human race.

But Mo Fan's words, coupled with Yan Zhi's divine assistance, completely rejected his reason to stop it.

He could not stop Mo Fan on the basis of reason.

Yunluo Saint was also really angry, and a battle today was inevitable.

"Please rest assured, Great Sage Pingtian, I will show mercy and spare his life." Saint Yunluo greeted Great Sage Pingtian.

Then he swept his sharp eyes to Mo Fan: "You choose the place, I will teach you how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

"If you can beat me, let alone one elixir of return to the ancestors, even if it is ten, I will find them for you!"

"If you can't beat me and have some injuries, I will also give you elixirs to restore them to their original state, you can do whatever you want!"

"The demon city has been repaired with great difficulty, so let's go outside the city." Mo Fan shrugged indifferently and took the lead to rush thousands of miles away.

Saint Yunluo followed closely behind.

Before leaving, a secret soul wave from the Medicine Saint was transmitted into Saint Yunluo's mind: "Be careful, I think this person is not simple, be careful of capsizing in the gutter."

How could Saint Yunluo listen at this moment? Although he couldn't kill Mo Fan, it was no problem to break his limbs to vent his anger.

As one of the famous ninth-grade alchemists on the mainland, even if she really beat Mo Fan to death, she also had the elixir to revive him.

She snorted disdainfully: "He is just a young man who doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Can I not deal with him?"

The two flew into the air, and Lin Yang and others hurriedly followed.

In addition, the movement here also attracted the attention of a group of guests in the demon city, and they followed one after another.

"What's going on? Didn't Yaoshenshan come to congratulate?"

"Yes, why did they fight?"

"Who is...Sage Yunluo? Qitian Demon King actually wants to fight with Sage Yunluo?"

...

Everyone was talking about it, and they were all unexpected for such an emergency.

Zhuolu Jun, who had already brought Xu Xing'er to visit the demon city, couldn't help but spit inwardly: "This troublemaker!"

So he also brought Xu Xing'er to watch the battle nearby.

"Ah, why are they fighting?" Xu Xing'er exclaimed as she looked at the man and the monkey in the void, who were on the verge of a fight.

"Is there any hatred between Saint Yunluo and Demon King Qitian?"

Zhuolu Jun laughed in his heart when he heard this. It's more than hatred? It's a revenge for life!

If I, Old Deer, hadn't been there, Mo Fan would have been gone.

In the void, Mo Fan's eyes were sharp.

The scene of being hunted down like a stray dog ​​a month ago was still vivid in his mind.

The desperate words of Mo Qingkuang before his death were still ringing in his ears.

He lived not only for himself, but also for Mo Qingkuang and the Mo family!

When he was about to avenge Mo Qingkuang and kill Lin Yang, the protagonist of his book who had put the most effort into it, it was this Saint Yunluo who stopped him and beat him seriously and almost killed him.

Now that his strength has reached a new level, he wants to see if this Saint Yunluo is still as invincible as he was a month ago!

Saint Yunluo didn't have so many thoughts. Rage filled his chest, and his first move was the unique skill Shenxiang Purple Fire!

The terrifying raging flames filled the entire space in an instant, like a huge wave, like endless magma, rushing towards Mo Fan on the opposite side.

Everyone felt that they were hundreds of miles away, but the scorching temperature and deadly fragrance of the divine incense purple fire still suffocated them.

The Nine-Tailed Demon King even felt that if he was in this sea of ​​fire for even a second, he would be swallowed up in an instant, without any room for resistance.

"I can't bear it." A trace of helplessness flashed across the face of the Crazy Bear King.

He was the most defensive among all the demon kings, but he was not sure how long he could last in this sea of ​​fire of the divine incense purple fire.

He dared not challenge the Sage Yunluo even more.

"Don't talk about you, I think even the Zhuolu King can't stand it." Envoy Feng also echoed on the side, looking at the purple flames with a throbbing heart.

If Mo Fan was burned to death, I'm afraid my investment would be in vain.

Yin Kuijun stood aside with a cold face and said nothing.

In his heart, he was eager to burn this damn monkey to death.

Although he knew that the Sage Yunluo would not really kill Mo Fan.

"So powerful!"

Lin Yang also exclaimed.

He had watched the Sage Yunluo perform the divine incense purple fire up close, just when the Sage Yunluo was chasing Mo Fan.

The domineering aura that burned the eight wastelands made him unforgettable.

Recently, the Sage Yunluo had also taught him the control skills of this kind of exotic flame, and even separated a trace of fire to help him practice.

But seeing this purple sea of ​​fire again, Lin Yang still couldn't stop the shock in his heart.

"This is the real strong man, a real man should be like this!"

He sighed from the deepest in his heart.

The purple flame completely enveloped Mo Fan, and the outside world could no longer see his figure.

The corner of the Sage Yunluo's mouth rarely pulled out a smile.

After all, he was a newborn calf. Seeing such a fierce flame, he didn't even try to hide. I didn't know whether to praise him for his confidence or laugh at his ignorance.

But the next moment, the smile of the Saint Yunluo froze.

Because she felt that her sea of ​​fire was being quickly swallowed by a violent vortex!

The direction of the vortex was exactly where Mo Fan was before.

The purple sea of ​​fire quickly shrank from the outside to the inside, as if a big mouth was desperately sucking air!

With every breath, a large area was reduced!

The temperature in the center was getting higher and higher, and the coverage area was getting smaller and smaller.

Until finally, the flame shrank into a purple-red fireball, and a pair of feet wearing combat boots emerged from it.

"What?"

Everyone looked shocked.

Because they saw that it was a majestic monkey wearing chain mail, a flower feather on his head, and dancing with an iron rod in his hand.

The shrunken and concentrated flame turned into a purple-red sun, spinning straight with the swing of the iron rod.

But the monkey was unharmed!