Chapter 619: Third-Rank Martial Saint, Civilized World

He gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it just giving up the best chance? There is still a second best chance!"

His figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Qingkuang, put the iron rod behind his back, held the Saint-killing Sword with both hands, and swung it down fiercely.

A flash of light passed by, and the fireball of Medicine Saint, which was as hot as the scorching sun, was split into two by him, turning into a sky full of flames and disappearing without a trace.

Following closely behind was the black jade-like water ball of the Vast Sea Saint and the huge body of the Sky-Swallowing Great Saint.

As expected, Mo Fan was right not to gamble, and the rescue of the Vast Sea Saint and the Sky-Swallowing Great Saint was half a beat late.

If he hadn't arrived in time, Mo Qingkuang would have turned into ashes in an instant.

On the other side, Medicine Saint also successfully came to Lin Yang's side, took the lead, and stood in front of Lin Yang!

Blocked the wind of annihilation.

He only had one hand, but he held up a huge cloud of fire to block the wind of annihilation completely.

Even though the Wind of Annihilation had the power comparable to that of the Martial Emperor, it was still not enough in front of him.

Lin Yang had already lost everything, and only one-third of his huge body was eaten away.

There were no wounds, no bloodstains, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, which made people shudder.

Seeing that his teacher was already guarding in front of him, Lin Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the string that had been stretched tight to resist the Wind of Annihilation finally relaxed at this moment.

He fell into a deep coma.

The Medicine Saint took a look with his spiritual sense. Although Lin Yang was seriously injured, he was still alive.

He was slightly relieved in his heart. As long as he was still alive, he believed that Lin Yang should have a chance to make a comeback.

With him, the first alchemist on the continent, injuries were not a big deal.

Even if Lin Yang really died, as long as he was not completely destroyed, he could still find a way to save him.

Thinking of this, the Medicine Saint smiled slightly, and his dry skin pulled out a tooth-grinding arc.

He was also betting that Mo Fan was unwilling to give up Mo Qingkuang's life and vowed to kill Lin Yang.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

Mo Fan was really unwilling to exchange Mo Qingkuang's life for Lin Yang, and gave up this great opportunity.

With his divine sense, he had just felt that Mo Fan in the void was closer to Lin Yang.

Having lost his opponent, the string that Mo Qingkuang had been holding tightly to was instantly broken.

The shadow of Feng Bo behind him faded, and the whole person lost consciousness and strength, falling from mid-air.

Mo Fan reacted very quickly, picked up Mo Qingkuang, and felt the condition of his body, and Mo Fan frowned.

Mo Qingkuang's condition was very bad, and his meridians were close to collapse. Although they were still connected, they were already quite dangerous, and he was supported by his obsession to kill Lin Yang.

Now that Lin Yang was saved by the Medicine Saint, under the double blow of disappointment and fatigue, Mo Qingkuang's face was pale and his breath became weak.

Mo Fan quickly fed him the pill and gently pushed him.

A gentle force gently sent Mo Qingkuang back to Han Yan'er.

Han Yan'er's mood at this moment was like a roller coaster, with tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her husband return to her side, she quickly caught him and took care of him carefully, fearing that if she exerted a little force, Mo Qingkuang's body would collapse.

The true energy in her body rushed into Mo Qingkuang's body desperately.

The world was quiet.

This magnificent battle of geniuses finally came to an end.

The civil war between the two geniuses who came out of the remote Tiannan town in the southern state of the Tianxuan Empire ended with Mo Qingkuang's victory.

This was Mo Qingkuang's redemption of himself, and also Mo Fan's fateful victory.

In Mo Fan's mind, a series of prompts from the system sounded.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for stopping Lin Yang from winning the Genius Battle, and the reward is 50,000 in value."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for stopping Lin Yang from winning the Genius Battle, and the cultivation level is upgraded by three levels."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for stopping Lin Yang from winning the Genius Battle, and the reward is a Dao Jindan."

As the rich rewards came one after another, the world suddenly changed color.

The saints hadn't reacted to what happened yet.

In the sky, the heavenly tribulation thunder that had been shielded by the Great Sage Ping Tian quickly condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire sky.

It was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve!

Countless heavenly thunders fell and poured into Mo Fan's body, helping his already powerful body to transcend the mortal world and become a saint.

There were more tribulation thunders pouring into Mo Fan's small world of thunder.

Thunder rolled, and arcs roared!

Countless thunder beasts began to breed and condense, becoming more and more substantial and powerful.

Not only thunder beasts, but also some humanoid creatures composed of arcs appeared in that small world.

More and more.

They had a simple posture, and in a short moment, it seemed as if countless long years had passed.

Everyone even saw the conquests of the electric people and thunder beasts, and the conquests between the electric people and the electric people in Mo Fan's Thunder World.

They actually evolved tribes and derived armies.

They all worshiped the sky full of thunder, and their direction was exactly the owner of this small world, Mo Fan.

The Thunder Small World was nourished by the sky thunder and became larger and larger, covering an increasingly wider area, almost submerging the entire Ji Lei Mountain space!

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone was a saint, had a small world, and was the master of one side.

But why was Mo Fan's small world so unusual?

His area was amazingly large, almost comparable to the entire Ji Lei Mountain space.

You should know that the space of Jilei Mountain is formed by the fusion of the small worlds of countless demon saints who died in the battlefields of foreign races in ancient times.

This formed the protective wall that guarded the Tianhan Continent.

Not only that, the descriptions of the other six holy places are mostly the same.

For countless years, the saints who died here would integrate their small worlds here to make this space more powerful.

Make greater contributions to this continent that gave birth to them.

This is the small world of countless strong men in history.

But what about Mo Fan?

His small world alone is almost two-thirds the size of the entire Jilei Mountain.

Moreover, the level of civilization of the creatures in his small world is astonishingly high, and there is even a prototype of the struggle between humans and demon beasts in the primitive tribal period.

In the small worlds of most of their saints, the creatures have just been born and their consciousness is ignorant.

Even the peak saints who have been nurtured for countless years, such as Pingtian Great Saint and Hanhai Saint, have only nurtured the spiritual wisdom of the creatures.

For things like establishing tribes and fighting, they are still several stages of civilization away!

At the same time, Mo Fan's aura also changed dramatically.

First-grade Martial Saint, Second-grade Martial Saint, and finally Third-grade Martial Saint!

Mo Fan's cultivation increased in leaps and bounds. His terrifying aura, combined with the strange and powerful small world, made even the fifth and sixth-grade saints tremble.

The masters of the holy lands, such as Pingtian Great Saint, Hanhai Saint, Lietian Great Saint, Qijin Saint, etc., were all shocked.

They had also guessed that Mo Fan would be very powerful after entering the holy realm.

But they never expected that this day would come so suddenly and so quickly.

Moreover, once he entered the holy realm, he was a third-grade Martial Saint. His amazing aura made these top masters feel pressured and threatened.