Chapter 565: Who Said that We at Jilei Mountain Have No Successors?

After arranging the affairs of the little white tiger, Mo Fan took out the jade token and brought Mo Qingkuang and his wife to Jilei Mountain.

Jilei Mountain was as violent as ever with lightning and thunder.

Since Mo Fan broke through the Martial Emperor and sucked the thunder in the Jilei Pool, after this period of accumulation and the continuous improvement of the rules of this space.

Jilei Mountain once again restored the shocking grandeur.

The thunderclouds in the sky were depressing, and the twisted dragon-like thunder was circling in the sky, and a righteous energy was circling in this space.

Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er were both shocked by this spectacular scene.

This was their first time to come to the Holy Land and see the foundation of the Holy Land.

They were shocked in their hearts. No wonder the saints from the Holy Land had a shocking cultivation realm. In addition to their innate extraordinary talents, they also grew up in such an environment with rich spiritual energy since childhood.

Even if they don't practice hard, their cultivation progress is much faster than ordinary people.

"Follow me." Mo Fan called out and took the lead to walk towards the Thunder Mountain.

Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er followed closely behind.

When climbing the mountain, the powerful and obscure auras in the caves along the way shocked them again.

The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the stronger the aura became.

"Ancestor, are these all the strong men belonging to Jilei Mountain?" Mo Qingkuang swallowed hard and asked with a dry throat.

During the climbing process, he had felt no less than a hundred auras of the Martial Emperor level, and there were countless of them who were not inferior to Her Majesty the Empress.

This is just one holy place.

If other holy places are so powerful, how many strong men are there in the world?

"Yes, they are strong men of the beast class in the demon clan, all of whom belong to Jilei Mountain and are personally governed by Pingtian Dasheng." Mo Fan nodded.

Looking at Mo Qingkuang's surprised look, he remembered that he was also so shocked when he first entered Jilei Mountain.

It's just that he didn't show it.

Mo Qingkuang confirmed his guess and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Han Yan'er, who was standing by, was even more excited.

In the secular world, a Martial Emperor-level warrior is already a Martial Emperor who rules a country, but in the Holy Land, he is just an ordinary person living in a cave.

She used to be proud of her royal family status, but now it seems that perhaps her status is simply disdained by people with real strength.

"Okay, you are still young, don't underestimate yourself, one day, you will reach a realm that they can't believe. As long as you work hard, you will succeed." Mo Fan smiled and comforted them.

Although their cultivation level improved very quickly, they were still young after all, and Mo Qingkuang and the others were still a tiny drop in the ocean, unable to stir up any waves.

Suddenly seeing so many powerful people who were once out of reach, it was inevitable that they were touched.

"Mo Fan, why are you dawdling? Hurry up and get up to me!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded from the bottom of Mo Fan's heart.

It turned out that the Great Sage Pingtian had already noticed Mo Fan's arrival and called him to hurry up.

Mo Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly took Mo Qingkuang to speed up his pace.

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the door of the thatched cottage next to the Thunder Pool was already full of people.

Not only the Great Sage Pingtian, but also more than ten other people, some young and some old.

They each stood in front of their own cottages, with their hands behind their backs, their auras as strong as mountains and deep as the abyss, and each of them was cultivating at the level of a Martial Saint.

This was the top power of the Thunder Mountain, and also the strongest accumulated by the demon race for tens of millions of years.

Seeing Mo Fan coming, the Great Sage Pingtian's eyes lit up slightly, and he exclaimed softly: "In just one year, you have improved so much!"

He couldn't help but be surprised. More than a year ago, Mo Fan had just broken through to the Martial Emperor realm here with the help of the Thunder Pool.

In just less than two years, Mo Fan had already reached the peak of the Martial Emperor!

Such a speed is simply shocking.

"Sometimes I gain something, sometimes I gain something." Mo Fan laughed and laughed.

I can't tell you that I'm cheating!

"Hmph, you have a low character, and your talent is wasted." Pingtian Great Sage snorted coldly, and it was obvious that he was still dissatisfied with Mo Fan.

Whether it was because Mo Fan deceived the entire demon clan, or because he did not accept his invitation to join Jilei Mountain after the battle for the sainthood, or because Mo Fan did not tell him the truth just now.

Pingtian Great Sage was conceited that he had done his best for Mo Fan, treating him as his own son or nephew, but Mo Fan always hid things from him, which was really not a son.

In Mo Qingkuang's heart, Mo Fan, who was of a very high generation, was just like a simple and honest junior in front of Pingtian Great Sage.

He could only endure the scolding and never dared to talk back.

Mo Fan did not dare to continue the topic, and said with a smug smile: "Great Sage Pingtian, this time I am representing Tianxuan and bringing two children to participate in the genius competition. I wonder if you can tell me the specific rules of this genius competition?"

"Hello Great Sage Pingtian, hello to all the great saints." Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er also respectfully saluted the Great Sage Pingtian and more than ten other people.

More than a dozen saints, in their eyes, were simply a feast.

Mo Qingkuang's calves felt a little weak.

"Is this the child you brought?" Great Sage Pingtian glanced at Mo Qingkuang, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes.

"You are Mo Qingkuang, not bad, I didn't expect that Mo Fan, this stinky boy, is good at training successors."

"Great Sage Pingtian, thank you for your praise. A year ago, I got married, and I was worried about it and came all the way to continue. I am flattered!" Mo Qingkuang bowed deeply.

In front of the Great Sage Pingtian, even the ancestors dared not be presumptuous, let alone indulge their nature.

"After all, your ancestor is from Jilei Mountain, so give him some face." The Great Sage Pingtian smiled casually.

Then his face became serious, looking at Mo Fan and snorting: "It's you, your mind is full of evil thoughts. The rules of the genius competition are always the same, what is there to reveal?"

The Great Sage Pingtian knew what Mo Fan meant.

The rules of the genius competition have not changed for thousands of years, and he didn't believe that Mo Fan didn't understand it.

Mo Fan asked knowingly, in fact, he just hoped that he could provide some convenience and arrange a good schedule for Mo Qingkuang.

Mo Fan's thoughts were revealed, and he chuckled: "Anyway, you don't have any powerful saints in Jilei Mountain, so let me, the younger generation, give it a try."

"Mo Qingkuang can get a good ranking to win my honor. I came from Jilei Mountain, and I am winning my honor for Jilei Mountain, right?"

"Now you know that you came from Jilei Mountain? I invited you to join Jilei Mountain, why don't you give me a definite answer? Is it that my small temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like you?" Pingtian Great Sage rolled his eyes at him, obviously still brooding over what happened in the past.

However, before Mo Fan could continue to speak, he heard a saint snort coldly: "Who said that there is no successor in Jilei Mountain?"