Chapter 481: The Fragrance Spreads Ten Miles Away, Burning the Whole World!

It was a majestic monkey, with a cold iron rod in his hand.

Even though he was poking at a very hot fireball, Mo Fan still felt cold in his hand.

If someone had seen Mo Fan like this in his previous life, they would have exclaimed: Look! A monkey holding a big lollipop!

The shocked eyes of the crowd did not make Mo Fan arrogant.

The Martial Emperor and the Martial Saint are completely two realms.

Coupled with the precious armor and magic weapons, if he could not deal with the Sage Yunluo, he would not be worthy of the name of the War Emperor.

He shook the iron rod in his hand lightly, and the purple flame condensed into a ball flew far away and fell into a huge lake in the distance.

The lake was bottomless, with a radius of dozens of miles, and the scenery was beautiful. It could be regarded as a beautiful landscape near the demon city.

But what was the temperature of the divine fragrant purple fire? In addition to the slightest water vapor rising when it just touched the water surface, there was a boiling sound afterwards.

In less than a few breaths, the lake with a radius of dozens of miles was evaporated and dried up.

No creatures in the lake survived, and even the bottom of the lake was burned black, and the depth increased by several feet.

It was unknown how many days and nights of heavy rain would have to fall before the lake could be filled again.

"That's it?"

Mo Fan looked at the Sage Yunluo with a contemptuous smile, and the iron rod in his hand rose against the wind, and it was a hundred feet long!

He did not have a powerful stick martial arts, but it was not important.

One force can defeat ten skills, let alone a force of hundreds of feet!

Mo Fan used his waist belt shoulder, shoulder belt elbow, elbow belt wrist, and a simple sweep of thousands of troops to blast over?

The terrifying whistling sound brought by the huge iron rod at a very high speed made people's eardrums hurt.

The pupils of the Sage Yunluo also contracted suddenly.

She did not expect that her invincible divine incense purple fire had almost no effect in front of Mo Fan, and was easily solved by him.

For a time, she could not believe the combat power of Mo Fan, the new demon king.

Seeing the iron rod coming straight at her, the Sage Yunluo had to respond with twelve thousand strengths.

She stepped on the flames, and with a light flip, her petite figure soared into the sky, narrowly avoiding Mo Fan's sweeping attack.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief in the air, a huge shadow fell from the sky again.

The terrifying iron rod smashed in front of her again.

She was already a hundred feet in the air, but the iron rod was following her like a shadow.

The tremendous pressure was concentrated on her, and even with the cultivation of a martial saint, her movements were somewhat slow.

This was the magnetic field attraction brought by absolute acceleration.

It stands to reason that such a large weapon would not pose any threat to a saint.

Because it was too heavy, it could not be used flexibly, and it was difficult to hit a target with high mobility.

But Mo Fan's rod was different. Although it was huge, it was hundreds of feet long, nearly ten feet thick, and extremely heavy.

But in Mo Fan's hands, it was as easy as swinging an arm. As if it was nothing.

This is the effect of a real magic weapon.

The saint Yunluo could indeed dodge by speed, but the iron rod was too big, and Mo Fan could use it effortlessly.

After two or three times, Saint Yunluo could only flee in a panic, not daring to take the fight head-on.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that Qitian Demon King could have the upper hand in the battle with Saint Yunluo!

Saint Yunluo has been famous for many years and is also a face-conscious person.

There are so many people watching the battle off the field.

Not only her two disciples, but also Saint Xu Xing'er of the Fengshen Realm, and even people from Jietian Peak have come.

If her embarrassed appearance spreads, where will she put her face?

With a low shout, she formed a complex hand seal with both hands!

Purple flames burst out all over her body, sweeping the sky with her as the center.

A hundred miles around turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the fragrance filled the sky, bringing deadly heat!

Everyone was frightened and retreated. Even if they were hundreds of miles apart, they felt uncomfortable with the heat.

The water in her body was evaporating crazily.

Even the newly built walls of the demon city thousands of miles away had traces of being melted by the heat.

Mo Fan's iron rod could not move forward!

"The fragrance spreads ten miles, burning the wasteland!"

The continuous disadvantage wore away the confidence and patience of Saint Yunluo.

She finally used her best trick.

The flames were surging, like thousands of horses were silent.

This move was her most powerful killing move, attacking indiscriminately within a radius of a hundred miles!

Fortunately, the location they chose was a wasteland thousands of miles away from the demon city, and the monsters there also left wisely.

But even so, no matter what the result of this battle is, this area will become a dead land in the next few hundred years.

No grass will grow, and no living creatures will exist.

After all, it is the power of a saint. Not to mention stealing the sky and changing the day, it is easy to move mountains and fill the sea.

"Saint Yunluo is serious." Pingtian Great Sage narrowed his eyes.

He did not move, and even stood in the sea of ​​fire.

Although the purple flames were violent, they could not get close to him three feet away.

The scorching heat can burn everything, but it can't hurt the black robe on his body.

He is the only one who can survive in this sea of ​​fire. Even the Great Sage Yue Tian can't say that this sea of ​​fire can't hurt him at all.

He can't be too far away. The higher the level of the battle, the more he can't stop.

The victory or defeat depends on a thought.

Mo Fan gave him many surprises and is a promising talent.

He needs to be ready for rescue at any time.

Although the Sage Yunluo promised to spare Mo Fan's life.

But once the injury is too severe and the foundation is affected, even if Mo Fan keeps his life, there will be no room for improvement in the future. What's the point?

Seeing this, the Great Sage Yue Tian also showed a solemn look, muttering to himself: "Which formation master fights with people?"

His voice was very low, but Xu Xing'er still heard a few words, and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Uh... Nothing, you watch carefully. Such a battle will definitely be of great help to you." The Great Sage Yue Tian shook his head and said meaningfully.

For now, it is better not to let Xu Xing'er know that the Demon King Qi Tian is Mo Fan.

Xu Xing'er looked at him in confusion, and was intimidated by the might of the Great Sage and did not dare to ask further.

This kind of person who speaks half-heartedly is the most annoying.

His eyes slowly shifted to the battle.

Mo Fan was completely surrounded by the raging sea of ​​fire.

There were endless flames in front, behind, left, right, and up and down, and the scorching temperature invaded him, burning his monkey hair a little curled.

He didn't have the tough skin and flesh of Pingtian Dasheng.

He could only wave the iron rod in his hand to resist the invasion of the flames.

But the flames around him were endless, how could a stick disperse them?

"You are capable of forcing me to use this move! Die!"

Seeing Mo Fan exhausted, the Sage Yunluo smiled coldly.

She had to admire that Mo Fan still had the strength to resist, which really opened her eyes.

And she couldn't do anything to him for a while.

But after all, she was a martial saint, and her foundation was far higher than Mo Fan.

This sea of ​​fire was her exclusive domain!

As time passed, it was only a matter of time before Mo Fan was defeated.