Chapter 483: Don’t Break Your Promise

Saint Yunluo's face was filled with despair. The Holy Sword was about to pierce her throat. She was unable to resist, and could only feel a sense of resignation.

Mo Fan's eyes were cold, looking at the woman who was chasing him like a lost dog, without any mercy.

It is true that Saint Yunluo only opposed him because of his different stance. According to the original plot, Saint Yunluo was a member of Lin Yang's protagonist group.

It was Mo Fan who personally created the opponent to oppose him.

This is also his first important supporting character to be eliminated.

When Saint Yunluo dies, who else will come to save you?

Mo Fan was thinking in his mind when he heard the sound of metal clashing.

It was just a slight sound, no energy fluctuations spilled out, and there was no overwhelming spiritual energy riot.

Just a soft sound.

Everyone looked intently.

Just when everyone thought that Saint Yunluo was about to fall.

Just when the Medicine Saint couldn't help but risk everything

The burning soul is used as an arm to block the car.

The Great Sage Pingtian, who had been standing by and watching, suddenly appeared in front of her.

The Great Sage Pingtian has never appeared in his true form, and there has never been any energy explosion.

Just by lowering his head, the two horns on his head came together at a strange angle, clamping Mo Fan's Saint-Killing Sword tightly like a pair of pliers, preventing it from moving forward.

The power of the Saint-killing Sword, which was enough to kill the Saint, actually left no room for resistance between the two horns, making it unable to struggle.

Saint Yunluo looked at the scene in front of him blankly, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He finally took action.

After all, he is the Lord of Ji Lei Mountain and one of the strongest people in Tianhan Continent.

There is a deeper and greater responsibility buried in the heart of the Great Sage Pingtian.

Saint Yunluo was not of the same race as him, and there was no friendship between them, not to mention that they had made mistakes against the demon clan in the first place.

There is nothing wrong with dying at the hands of a new young talent from the Monster Clan.

But after all, she is a saint and a ninth-grade alchemist.

The latter identity is more terrifying than the former.

A ninth-grade alchemist has made countless medicines in his life, and he has also given away many favors.

The death of Saint Yunluo here will definitely lead to the accountability of Yaoshenshan and the revenge of Saint Yunluo's own friends.

Mo Fan is the emerging hope of the Monster Clan, and Ji Lei Mountain must protect it.

By then, even if Jilei Mountain is not afraid of the pressure from Yaoshen Mountain and many powerful people, it will still be unable to escape the accusation of internal friction among the mainland's defense forces.

Every ninth-grade alchemist and every martial saint is a treasure for the Tianhan Continent to resist alien races, and it is the supreme power.

Every loss is unaffordable.

The sudden death of the Medicine Saint back then was really unexpected by everyone.

Alchemist Linyuan became the number one alchemist in the mainland and quickly rose to prominence.

As a result, even though the high-level officials across the continent have some speculations in their minds, they can only let the facts go without making it public.

However, we will never tolerate such incidents in the future!

Every saint should die on the battlefield against aliens.

From ancient times to the present, every holy place will continue to instill this kind of thinking into the successor power it cultivates.

If Mo Fan really kills Saint Yunluo, this matter will definitely not end well.

Therefore, Saint Yunluo could not die, and Great Saint Pingtian had to rescue him.

"Moo——"

The Great Sage Pingtian let out a low roar, which was like a giant hammer hitting everyone's heart, and everyone was shocked.

"Bang!"

The Holy Sword that was condensed with spiritual energy was shattered under the squeeze of the horns, and turned into spiritual energy and returned to the world.

Such a thrilling murder attempt by Saint Yunluo was easily solved by the Great Saint Pingtian.

"You can't kill her." Great Sage Pingtian looked at Mo Fan with complicated eyes.

He expressed surprise and relief that Mo Fan was able to defeat and even drive Saint Yunluo to death.

But he also felt a little sorry for preventing Mo Fan from killing Saint Yunluo.

From the beginning, none of them thought that Mo Fan would win, and he also planned to save Mo Fan's life at the critical moment.

But no one expected that it was Saint Yunluo who was really in danger of losing his life in the end.

On the contrary, Mo Fan was just over-exhausted and exhausted from setting up the ninth-grade spiritual formation across different levels.

Mo Fan glanced at the Great Sage Pingtian and didn't speak for a long time.

Ever since he knew that there was an external threat from the alien race in Tianhan Continent, he knew that the Great Sage Pingtian would not let him kill the Saint Yunluo.

He just wanted to cause the established fact before the Great Sage Pingtian could react.

Not to mention that Saint Yunluo was chasing him just to cut off Lin Yang's wings, Mo Fan had to do it.

But he didn't expect that the Great Sage Pingtian would react so quickly and his strength would be unfathomable.

The Holy Spirit Killing Formation is already one of Mo Fan's strongest methods now, but it still cannot succeed under the eyes of the Great Sage Ping Tian.

It can't even force him to use more methods.

How high is the cultivation level of the Great Sage Pingtian?

Seventh grade? Eighth grade? Or a ninth-grade peak martial saint?

Mo Fan couldn't tell the difference.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero.

After a long time, Mo Fan sighed: "Since the Great Sage Pingtian has spoken, I will naturally obey. It's just a matter of compensation..."

Hearing Mo Fan speak like this, the Great Sage Pingtian felt a little relieved. Mo Fan's murderous intention was not so unreasonable.

It gave me some face.

Although he could easily subdue or even kill Mo Fan, a talented young man like Mo Fan could not rely on tyrannical external force to suppress him.

Otherwise, not only will you not be able to gain his sense of belonging, but it will also cause rebellious psychology.

Mo Fan will definitely play a crucial role in the alien battlefield in the future, and Pingtian Dasheng is reluctant to destroy this talent.

Since he has figured it out, that's the best.

Pingtian Dasheng turned to the still frightened Yunluo Saint and said: "Yunluo Saint, the victory or defeat has been decided, please fulfill your promise."

Yunluo Saint's cheeks flushed when he heard this, and a surge of blood surged, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

This is not only a serious injury, but also anger.

She knew that after today, she would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

This is the first time in history that the Martial Saint was defeated by the Martial Emperor.

"I am willing to accept the loss. I don't have the ancestral elixir with me. I will send someone to deliver it when I return to Yaoshen Mountain. Goodbye." Yunluo Saint snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave with Lin Yang Yanzhi.

Pingtian Dasheng also knew that after this battle, Yunluo Saint would not have the face to stay and continue to watch the coronation ceremony, and he was tactful not to keep him.

"Wait--" Mo Fan suddenly spoke.

Sage Yunluo stopped with an ugly expression, looking at Mo Fan coldly without saying anything.

"Sage Yunluo said before that if the junior can beat you, not to mention two pills, even ten or eight pills will not be a problem. Don't break your promise." Mo Fan said softly.

Because of excessive consumption, his voice was a little weak.

But Sage Yunluo's mouth was full of sarcasm.

Her eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Then you'd better kill me! Ten ancestral elixirs, you are dreaming!"

"Haha, the dignified Sage Yunluo is a person who breaks his promise and gets fatter. It's ridiculous and absurd." Mo Fan smiled coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face.

Lin Yang clenched his fists tightly, hating himself for being weak.

Master's wife was humiliated, and he couldn't provide any help.