MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 494 Cong Yun Sword Saint King Sun Moon

  Chapter 494 Cong Yun Sword Saint King Sun Moon

  Just as Mo Fan and Xu Xing'er were chatting about home affairs, Yuetian Dasheng suddenly sent a sentence: "There are people fighting two hundred miles away, and there are holy-level strong people by visual inspection."

  Mo Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and quickly spread out his spiritual sense to search, and he found that there was a strong energy fluctuation two hundred miles away, and the collision was abnormally understandable.

  One of them is very masculine and masculine, while the other seems a little cold and evil.

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

  Mo Fan pondered for a moment, and said a secret word to Yuetian Dasheng: "You guard in the valley, I will go and have a look."

   Then disappeared in place, leaving Xu Xing'er standing there with a dazed expression.

  ...

  Mo Fan's speed is extremely fast. To him, the journey of hundreds of miles is just a blink of an eye, and he has reached his destination in the blink of an eye.

  The place where the battle was fought was full of smoke and dust, making it hard to see what was going on, and only felt that a righteous and masculine energy was fighting against a sinister energy.

  Among the smoke and dust all over the sky, there is faintly the sound of golden light Buddha, and the howling of wraiths.

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

  Because that yin and evil energy has reached the level of a martial saint, and that masculine energy is no more than that of Emperor Wu.

   But what surprised Mo Fan the most was that the sinister aura seemed extremely strange, and it didn't seem to belong to Tianhan Continent.

   Tianhan Continent also has evil and evil skills, and Mo Fan has seen many of them.

  For example, Banner Emperor Han Sen's exercises are evil and evil. When the banner falls, ghosts cry and gods howl, and all the ghosts linger.

   There is also Wu Ming's kung fu, which is also of the gloomy type. It can almost turn into a ghost, and the wind blows.

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

   But Mo Fan has never encountered such a strange aura.

  The yin and evil are domineering and chilling, but there is a faint trace of righteousness in it, which cannot be fully erupted.

  This kind of contradictory abnormality is completely unlike the existence of the Tianhan Continent's cultivation system.

  Mo Fan glanced at the battlefield, and found that there was a woman with a charming face and a graceful figure on the periphery of the battlefield watching the battle.

  Her appearance belongs to the level of misfortune, and her cultivation is not low, and she has reached the level of the peak of the Martial Emperor.

  That imaginative aura is somewhat similar to that of the Nine-tailed Demon Lord.

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

   Subconsciously, Mo Fan classified her as the evil side.

  Because he perceives that this woman is also a monster incarnation, a member of the fox clan.

   "Friend, can you help me kill this evil!" A slightly thick voice came from the battlefield.

  But one of them found himself.

  Mo Fan pondered for a moment. Since he is here, regardless of whether it is an enemy or a friend, he must understand it clearly before speaking.

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

  The golden cudgel rises in the wind, as big as a mountain.

   Swipe down again, the terrifying force is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, the entire battlefield and the sky full of smoke and dust are divided into two by this stick.

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

   After the dust settled, Mo Fan finally saw his true face.

   Sure enough, the one with masculine strength and bursts of Buddhist Sanskrit sounds is a bald head.

  But he didn't wear a monk's robe, just a coarse linen suit, but the scar on his head revealed his identity.

   is indeed a monk.

  This monk is also considered handsome, with a dignified body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a string of rosary beads in his hand.

  When the angry eyes are wide open, it looks like an arhat descended into the world, with extraordinary momentum.

   On the other side, the strong man who has reached the level of a martial artist is wearing weird clothes.

  A strange crimson battle armor, made of wood chips of unknown material, the scales are **** long and wide.

  The two soft shoulder armors on the shoulders are not close to the body, but hang down to the position close to the elbow.

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

  Mo Fan can be sure that this set of weird armor should not be weaker than his own armor.

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

   is a narrow and long weapon with an extremely sharp edge, and the sharp point at the tip of the weapon is also very narrow.

  Its width is no more than two fingers, but it is as long as an arm. Its body is shining with green light, as if there is a ghost breathing.

  The sinister aura just now seemed to emanate from this weapon.

  But there was a hidden righteousness in that person, suppressing the weapon through his body, and using 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 holy-level powerhouse, but belonged to that handsome monk.

  From the way she looked at the monk, the love that couldn't be concealed could not be ignored at all.

   "Your Excellency, why don't you help kill Yin Xie, instead of preventing the poor monk from fighting."

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

   But as soon as he stopped, he blamed Mo Fan, who met by chance but saved him from danger, which made Mo Fan frown.

  Good job you monk Hua, labor and management are kind enough to save you, yet you still stick your nose in the face?

  The man holding the strange weapon on the opposite side sneered, "We meet by chance, why should others help you?"

   "Everyone gets to punish evil spirits!" The monk was furious and cursed.

   "Hahahaha, evil spirits? Monk, isn't your Buddhist sect claiming that all four things are empty, and you have such a beautiful woman with you, you are probably not a good monk!" The holy-level strong retorted not to be outdone.

   Mo Fan frowned more and more. He felt a threat from the holy powerhouse, but he didn't feel murderous.

  His breath is quite stable, it can be seen that the battle just now did not cause too much consumption on him.

   He could even easily suppress the evil spirits in the weapon. It is conceivable that the other party did not get serious with this monk.

  But I don't want this monk to be aggressive.

   "Who are you?" Mo Fan asked, frowning.

   "The poor monk is gold..." The monk was about to blurt out his identity, but stopped silently, as if he was a little ashamed to speak.

   His face changed for a while, and he said: "The poor monk's name is Yichen."

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

   "You!" Yichen was furious when he heard the words, and wanted to strike again.

  But Mo Fan raised his hand and stood in front of him with a stick to stop him. He glared at the saint-level powerhouse and said angrily, "Don't be sarcastic here, who are you?"

  The saint-level powerhouse took a look at Mo Fan. Although Mo Fan was only a first-rank Martial Emperor, he also showed extraordinary strength just now, which made him a little confused.

   Only those with strength can win respect.

  He inserted the weapon into the sheath behind his back, and said proudly: "I am the Sword Saint King Sun and Moon of Congyun of Tianfeng Peak."

  (end of this chapter)