MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 586 die in vain

  Chapter 586 Died in vain

  The terrifying roar shook the world, and the entire Jilei Mountain secret realm was shaken by the impact of the two sledgehammers.

   Not to mention the young children off the court, even the saints in the void were shocked to the point of being a little messy.

  Mo Qingkuang in the field also paused, and the dragon spirit of the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation roared in pain, shaking off countless scales made of energy, and even the giant claws that were stretched out to grab the air froze for a while.

   But Kong Kong in the void didn't get any better, he couldn't take this opportunity to escape.

  The collision of the two Martial Saints made the law disorder and the space shattered, and he was so shocked that he almost passed out!

   Although the dragon claw was slow, it still attacked him firmly.

  He couldn't say a word, let alone make any counterattack!

   "Mo Fan, you really want to make trouble with me!" Master Ling was in a hurry.

  He didn't expect Mo Fan to be able to explode with such fighting power.

  Both are ninth-rank formation mages, and the gap between them is also very different.

  He originally thought that Mo Fan could only enter the ninth rank, with amazing talent, but it would take a long time to really reach his level.

   Now it seems that even Mo Fan, who is only at the peak of Emperor Wu, is not inferior to him in formation.

  In the confrontation with the Giant Spirit Hammer Formation just now, Mo Fan only had a slight disadvantage, and there was not much difference.

   This surprised him, but also angered him.

   It seems that such strength gave Mo Fan the courage to stop him.

"Cut the grass without eradicating the root, spring wind blows and regenerates. Master Chongling has lived for so many years, so he must not understand this truth." Mo Fan held his back with one hand, and Ling held the sledgehammer with the other, standing unshakably In front of the Holy Spirit Master.

   "Mo Fan, do you insist on killing him?" Chong Lingsheng was furious, seeing that the dragon claw was about to grab the empty body.

   Mo Fan nodded, but did not answer.

   But before Saint Master Chongling could say anything, Mo Fan suddenly changed his expression, and he yelled, "You're looking for death!"

  I saw him turn around and hit a hammer, and hit a position not far from Mo Qingkuang's side!

"snort…"

   With a painful groan, a figure was thrown out of the void by Mo Fan.

   Yun Luo Saint!

  In order to unite with Saint Master Chongling, Saint Yunluo decided to rescue Kongkong from Mo Qingkuang's hands and take this favor.

  But he didn't want to be discovered by Mo Fan, he smashed it down with a hammer, only to feel that his muscles and bones were shattered, his throat was sweet, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out.

   Saint Master Chong Ling didn't notice that Saint Yun Luo took advantage of the confrontation between the two to rescue Kong Kong.

   I was a little grateful in my heart, and tacitly did not make another move, but used words to attract Mo Fan's attention.

  However, Mo Fan had already noticed and prevented Saint Yunluo from rescuing him.

  The rest of the saints did not make a move.

  The three holy lands of the monster race have never paid more attention to Mo Fan. Don't say that Mo Fan killed a junior who hated him. Even if Mo Fan killed most of the geniuses here, he wouldn't blame him.

  The Saint Linyuan of Yaoshen Mountain is even with Mo Fan, so it would be good if he didn't help.

  Penglai Xiandao's Hanhai Saint has always remained neutral. As a baby who is not as mature as Mo frivolous, offending the future number one mage Mo Frivolous, and the current number one mage De Mo Fan, this deal is not worth it.

   So much so that at this time, only the mere first-rank Saint Yunluo came to help, and was easily subdued by Mo Fan to stop him.

   Saint Master Chong Ling's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fists were clenched tightly, but he didn't make any further movements.

   It's too late.

  The cyan dragon claw pierced through the void, and a figure was pulled out from the space crack, it was Kong Kong.

   With a light pinch, the once famous number one genius in the mainland, an ethereal body that is rarely seen in thousands of years, finally fell to the end of both **** and form.

  Mo frivolously, with a face like gold paper, spit out a big mouthful of blood.

   It wasn't because of the injuries left in the battle with Kong Kong, but because of the backlash caused by the aftermath of Mo Fan's confrontation with Master Chong Ling.

  It is not easy for him to persist in not letting the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation collapse and continue to complete the attack.

   "Mo Fan!" Saint Master Chong Ling was furious, and some shocking magic circles behind him were about to explode.

  Mo Fan made a mistake and hid in the crowd of saints.

  His current strength can barely compete with Saint Master Chongling for a while, but he can't really compete with him. After all, he is only the peak of Emperor Wu.

  Seeing that the goal has been achieved, Mo Fan hid in the pile of saints wisely, seeking shelter.

   "My condolences to Master Ling, the dead genius is no longer a genius. If it were you, you wouldn't leave behind a potential stock that wants to take your life!" Mo Fan sighed.

   Saint Master Chong Ling was already dazzled by anger, and being hit by Mo Fan again, he was even more furious.

  Although Kong Kongbai has only been under his disciple for one year, the friendship between master and apprentice has lasted for more than ten years.

  Even though Kong Kong stayed in the Blue Flame Empire before, Saint Master Chong Ling still gave some pointers from time to time and sent some formation books to help Kong Kong practice.

   So much so that Kong Kong's formation skills are even more superb than many saints in the Conferred God Realm.

   Now that Kong Kong has been defeated under his sect, and has the reputation of master and apprentice, the relationship between the two is even closer.

   Seeing Kong Kong die in front of his eyes helplessly, Saint Master Chong Ling felt a little unacceptable for a while.

   A terrifying power erupted from behind, a nearly endless surge of energy.

  A frightening and terrifying giant sword appeared on the head of Master Chongling!

  The giant sword is composed of spiritual power, unparalleled in sharpness, and locked Mo Fan with a murderous intent!

very familiar!

   It was the first Ninth-Rank Spirit Formation that Mo Fan had set up, the Killing Holy Spirit Formation!

   Saint Master Chong Ling's Holy Spirit Slaying Formation is much stronger than Mo Fan's. Even high-level saints can't say that they will be able to withstand this sword!

   Saint Master Chongling raised the Sacred Sword, his eyes were red, and he glared at Mo Fan.

   "Master Chong Ling, please hold back your anger, Mo Fan can't kill!" The Great Sage Ping Tian took a step sideways and stood in front of Mo Fan.

  His eyes were wide open, and he looked at the Holy Slaying Sword that was held up high by Saint Master Chong Ling, who was about to fall at any time, without the slightest fear.

   I don't know if he has absolute confidence to resist this sword, or if he is sure that Master Chong Ling will not strike down.

   "Great Sage Pingtian, that's my only direct disciple!" Master Chong Ling said coldly with a cold expression.

   "Before the fight, it was your disciple who insisted on challenging Mo Qingkuang, saying that life and death were of no concern! You ask yourself, if Kongkong wins, will he let Mo Qingkuang go?" Mo Fan hid behind the Great Sage Pingtian and said loudly.

  The mighty holy sword in the sky made his scalp tingle.

   Saint Master Chong Ling froze, yes, this battle was started on its own in vain, in order to kill Mo Frivolous and avenge the hatred of the country and the family.

  If he wins in vain, he will definitely not let Mo frivolous!

   Given time, even if he aspires to the Holy Realm with his empty strength, he will definitely not let go of Mo Fan, the culprit who caused him to destroy his family and country.

   Master Chong Ling was silent, an old tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he slowly put down his hand.

  The Holy Killing Sword hanging in the sky dissipated.

   "The old man said goodbye."

  (end of this chapter)