Chapter 592: Kong Kong Dies
The terrifying roar shook the heaven and the earth, and the entire Jilei Mountain secret realm was shaken by the collision of two sledgehammers.
Not to mention the young children in the audience, even the saints in the void were shaken to their core.
Mo Qingkuang in the field also froze, and the dragon spirit of the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation roared in pain, shaking off countless energy scales, and even the giant claws stretched out to grab the air stopped for a while.
But the void in the void wasn't much better, and he couldn't take advantage of this opportunity to escape.
The collision between the two martial saints caused chaos in the laws and shattered the space. He was also shocked to the point of almost fainting!
Although the dragon's claw was slow, it still attacked him firmly.
He couldn't say a word, and he couldn't make any counterattack!
"Mo Fan, are you really going to have trouble with me!" Chong Ling Saint Master was worried.
He didn't expect that Mo Fan could explode with such fighting power.
They are both ninth-grade formation masters, but the gap between them is huge.
He originally thought that Mo Fan was just about to reach the ninth level, with amazing talent, but it would take a long time to truly reach his own level.
Now it seems that even Mo Fan, who is only at the peak of Martial Emperor, is not inferior to him in formation skills.
In the confrontation with the giant spirit hammer formation just now, Mo Fan only had a slight disadvantage, and there was not a big gap.
This surprised him, but also made him a little angry.
It seemed that it was this kind of strength that gave Mo Fan the courage to stop him.
"If you cut the grass without eradicating the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze. After living for so many years, Chong Ling Saint Master must not understand this truth." Mo Fan put one hand behind his back, holding the shocking sledgehammer in the other hand, and stood unshakably in Chong Ling. In front of the Holy Spirit Master.
"Mo Fan, do you insist on killing him?" Chong Lingsheng was furious and saw that the dragon's claws were about to catch Kong Kong's body.
Mo Fan nodded and did not answer.
But before he could say anything to Spirit Saint Master, Mo Fan's expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Seeking death!"
He turned over and struck hard at a position not far from Mo Qingkuang's side!
"snort……"
With a painful groan, a figure was smashed out of the void by Mo Fan.
Yunluo Saint!
In order to unite with Chongling Saint Master, Saint Yunluo decided to rescue Kong Kong from Mo Qingkuang's men and win this favor.
But he didn't want to be discovered by Mo Fan, so he hit it with a hammer. He felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were shattered, his throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Master Chongling didn't realize that Saint Yunluo took advantage of the confrontation between the two to go to rescue Kong Kong.
I was a little grateful in my heart, but tacitly agreed not to take action again, but used words to attract Mo Fan's attention.
However, Mo Fan had already noticed it and prevented Saint Yunluo from rescuing him.
The other saints did not take action.
The three holy places of the demon clan have never paid more attention to Mo Fan. Not to mention Mo Fan killing just a junior who hated him, even if Mo Fan killed most of the geniuses here, he would not blame them.
Linyuan Saint from Yaoshen Mountain is even with Mo Fan, so it would be nice if he doesn't help.
The Vast Sea Saint of Penglai Immortal Island has always maintained neutrality. For a young boy who is worse than Mo Qingkuang and offends Mo Qingkuang, the future first formation mage, and Mo Fan, who is now comparable to the first formation mage, this deal is not worth it at all.
So at this time, only the first-grade Yunluo Saint came to help, and Mo Fan easily subdued and stopped him.
Chong Ling Saint Master's pupils suddenly shrank, and he clenched his fists tightly, but made no further movements.
It's too late.
The blue dragon claw pierced through the void and pulled out a human figure from the crack in space. It was Kong Kong.
With a slight squeeze, the once famous genius in the mainland, the ethereal body that was rare in thousands of years, finally fell into the end of being destroyed.
Mo Qingkuang's face was like gold paper and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
It was not because of the injuries caused by the battle with Kong Kong, but because of the backlash caused by the remaining power from the confrontation between Mo Fan and the Chongling Saint Master.
It was extremely difficult for him to persist in not letting the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation collapse and continue to complete the attack.
"Mo Fan!" Chongling Saint Master was furious, and some shocking magic formations were about to explode behind him.
Mo Fan made a mistake and hid in the pile of saints.
With his current strength, he could barely compete with the Chongling Saint Master for a while, but he couldn't really compete with him. After all, he was still only at the peak of the Martial Emperor.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Mo Fan hid in the pile of saints and sought refuge.
"My condolences to Master Spiritual Master, the genius who died is no longer a genius. If it were you, you wouldn't leave behind a potential person who wants to kill you!" Mo Fan sighed.
Chongling Saint Master was already blinded by anger, and after being hit by Mo Fan like this, he was even more furious.
Although Kongkong has been his disciple for only one year, the friendship between master and disciple has lasted for more than ten years.
Although Kong Kong still stayed in the Blue Flame Empire before, the Holy Master Chongling still gave him advice from time to time and sent some formation books to help Kong Kong in his cultivation.
So much so that Kong Kong's formation attainments are even more advanced than those of many saints in the Conferred God Realm.
Now that Kongkong has been defeated by his sect, he has gained the title of master and disciple, and the relationship between the two is even closer.
Seeing Kong Kong die in front of him, Master Chongling was a little hard to accept for a while.
Terrifying power erupted from behind, and an almost endless surge of energy surged.
A terrifying giant sword appeared on the head of the Chongling Saint Master!
The giant sword was made up of spiritual power and was extremely sharp. It locked Mo Fan with murderous intent!
Very familiar!
It was the first ninth-grade spirit formation that Mo Fan had set up, the Holy Spirit Killing Formation!
The Holy Spirit Killing Formation of Master Chongling was much more powerful than that of Mo Fan. Even a high-level saint would not dare to say that he could withstand this sword!
Master Chongling raised the Holy Sword, his eyes red, and glared at Mo Fan.
"Master Chongling, please stop your anger. Mo Fan cannot be killed!" Great Sage Pingtian moved sideways and stood in front of Mo Fan.
He looked at the Holy Sword that was held high by Master Chongling and could be chopped down at any time with wide eyes, without any fear.
I don't know if he had absolute confidence that he could resist this sword, or if he was sure that Master Chongling would not chop it down.
"Great Sage Pingtian, that is my only disciple!" Master Chongling said coldly with a cold look.
"Before the fight, it was your disciple who insisted on challenging Mo Qingkuang, and said that he didn't care about life or death! Ask yourself, if Kong Kong wins, will he let Mo Qingkuang go?" Mo Fan hid behind the Great Sage Pingtian and shouted.
The powerful Saint-Slaying Sword in the sky made his scalp numb.
Chong Ling Sheng Shi's expression froze. Yes, this battle was originally provoked by Kong Kong himself, in order to kill Mo Qingkuang and avenge the country and family.
If Kong Kong won, he would definitely not let Mo Qingkuang go!
In time, Kong Kong's strength will reach the Saint Realm, and he will definitely not let go of Mo Fan, the culprit who destroyed his family and country.
Chong Ling Sheng Shi was silent, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he slowly put down his hand.
The Saint-Slaying Sword hanging in the sky then dissipated.
"I'm leaving."