Chapter 501: Congyun Sword Saint King Sun and Moon

While Mo Fan and Xu Xing'er were chatting about their daily life, the Great Sage Yuetian suddenly sent a message: "There is someone fighting two hundred miles away, and it is visually detected that there is a saint-level expert."

Mo Fan was slightly startled when he heard this, and quickly spread out his spiritual consciousness to explore. Sure enough, he found that there were strong energy fluctuations two hundred miles away, and the collision was abnormal.

One of them is very yang and strong, while the other one seems a bit cold and evil.

This is not because Mo Fan’s perception is not as good as that of the Great Sage Yuetian, but because the Great Sage Yuetian has been spreading his spiritual thoughts to eavesdrop on the conversation between the master and the disciple, and only then did he discover something.

Mo Fan pondered for a moment and whispered to the Great Sage Yuotian: "You stay in the valley and I'll go take a look."

Then he disappeared from the spot, leaving Xu Xing'er standing there with a confused look on her face, not knowing what happened.

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Mo Fan is extremely fast, and the journey of hundreds of miles only takes a blink of an eye for him, and he reaches his destination in the blink of an eye.

The place where the battle was fought was filled with smoke and dust, making it difficult to see what was going on. One could only feel that a righteous and masculine energy was fighting against a sinister and evil spirit.

In the smoke and dust that fills the sky, there is a faint sound of golden Buddha's voice, and there are also howlings of resentful spirits.

Masculinity seems to be at a considerable disadvantage, and Mo Fan visually predicts that he will lose in a while.

Because the evil spirit has reached the level of a Martial Saint, while the masculine spirit is nothing more than a Martial Emperor.

But what surprised Mo Fan the most was that the sinister aura seemed extremely unfamiliar and did not seem to belong to Tianhan Continent.

There are also Yinxie techniques in Tianhan Continent, and Mo Fan has seen many of them.

For example, Flag Emperor Han Sen's technique is of the evil type. Ghosts cry and howl wherever the flag falls, all of which are the ghosts of the dead.

There is also Wu Ming's technique, which is also of the spooky type, and can almost transform into ghosts and gusts of sinister wind.

Some even use human life as a means of cultivation, which is extremely vicious.

But Mo Fan has never encountered such a strange aura.

The evil is overbearing and killing, but there is a faint trace of righteousness contained in it, which cannot completely explode.

This kind of contradictory anomaly is completely unlike what Tianhan Continent’s cultivation system should exist.

Mo Fan took a look at the battlefield and discovered that there was a woman with a charming face and graceful figure watching the battle on the periphery of the battlefield.

Her appearance is at the disaster level, and her cultivation level is not low, reaching the peak level of the Martial Emperor.

That aura that makes people imagine themselves is somewhat similar to the Nine-Tailed Demon King.

I just don’t know which party this woman belongs to.

Subconsciously, Mo Fan classified her as the evil side.

Because he sensed that this woman was also in the form of a monster and a member of the fox clan.

"Friend, are you willing to help me kill this evil spirit!" A slightly rich voice came from the battlefield.

But someone among them discovered himself.

Mo Fan pondered for a moment. Now that he is here, whether he is an enemy or a friend, he must understand it clearly before talking about it.

He took out the iron rod hidden in his ear and shouted: Big!

The golden cudgel rose in the wind and was as big as a mountain.

He swung it hard again, with terrifying force like a mountain bearing down on the top, and the entire battlefield and the sky full of smoke and dust were split into two by this stick.

The battle was forced to separate, the Buddha's voice converged, and the resentful spirits disappeared.

When the dust settled, Mo Fan finally saw his true appearance.

As expected, the one with masculine power and bursts of Buddhist chants was a bald man.

But he was not wearing a monk's robe, just coarse linen clothes, but the scar on his head revealed his identity.

A monk indeed.

The monk was quite handsome, with an upright look, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and held a string of rosary beads in his hand.

When his eyes widened with anger, he looked like an Arhat descending into the world, with extraordinary momentum.

On the other side, the strong man who had reached the martial saint level was dressed strangely.

He is wearing a strange red battle armor, made of wood chips of unknown material. The scales are two fingers long and wide.

The two soft shoulder armors on both shoulders are not close-fitting, but hang down close to the elbows.

Although the material is relatively strange, it exudes a strong aura.

Mo Fan can be sure that the defensive power of this strange-style armor should not be weaker than his own battle armor.

And the man's weapon is also quite strange, it looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a knife but not a knife.

It is a long and narrow weapon with an extremely sharp edge and a very narrow tip at the top of the weapon.

Its width was no more than two fingers, but it was as long as an arm. Its body shone with a bright green light, as if a resentful spirit was breathing.

The sinister aura just now seemed to be emanating from this weapon.

But there was a deeply hidden righteousness in that man, which suppressed the weapon through his body and used it for his own use.

What shocked Mo Fan even more was that the charming woman from the Fox clan was not with this evil saint-level strongman, but with the handsome monk.

From the way she looked at the monk, the unconcealed love could not be ignored.

"Your Excellency, why don't you help to kill Yin Xie instead of stopping the poor monk's fight?"

The monk's face was a little pale, he was obviously over-exhausted, and he would definitely lose if he continued to fight.

But as soon as he stopped, he scolded Mo Fan, who saved him from danger after meeting him unexpectedly, which made Mo Fan frown.

You're such a flowery monk, labor and management are kind enough to save you, but you still slap your nose in your face?

The man opposite with the evil weapon sneered: "We meet by chance, why should others help you?"

"Everyone can find evil spirits and kill them!" The monk was furious and cursed.

"Hahaha, sinister evil spirit? Monk, isn't your Buddhist sect known for being free from all evil? You're carrying such a beautiful woman with you, so you're probably not a good monk!" The Saint-level strongman retorted unwillingly.

Mo Fan frowned more and more, he felt a hint of threat from the Saint-level strongman, but he didn't feel the desire to kill.

His breath was quite stable, which showed that the battle just now didn't cause him too much consumption.

He could even easily suppress the evil spirit in the weapon, so it was conceivable that the other party didn't really fight with the monk.

But he didn't expect the monk to be aggressive.

"Who are you?" Mo Fan asked with a frown.

"I'm Jin..." The monk was about to blurt out his identity, but stopped silently, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak.

His face changed for a while, and he said: "My name is Yichen."

The Saint-level strongman sneered: "Hahaha, you don't even dare to tell where you became a monk. It seems that you still have some shame and are afraid of bringing shame to the sect."

"You!" Yichen was furious when he heard this and was about to attack again.

But Mo Fan raised his hand and held a stick in front of him to stop him. He glared at the Saint-level strongman and said unhappily: "Don't be sarcastic here, who are you?"

The Saint-level strongman glanced at Mo Fan. Although Mo Fan was only a first-grade martial emperor, he had demonstrated extraordinary strength with a stick just now, which made him a little confused.

Only those with strength can win respect.

He inserted the weapon into the sheath behind him and said proudly: "I am the Sword Saint King Sun and Moon of the Congyun Sword of Jietian Peak."