Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1167: Three Years Later, Despair Zi Lan

Spring comes and autumn goes, time flies by in a flash.

In the Xuanming Cave, Mo Fan opened his eyes in the cave.

At this moment, his face was ruddy and his demonic power was at its peak. The decadence after the previous battle was swept away and he was full of energy.

"Finally recovered to its peak state!"

Mo Fan exhaled a breath of foul air, his eyes brightened, and then he couldn't help but frowned slightly, muttering to himself: "I don't know how much time has passed in the outside world, but now I can still sense the existence of the power of the outside world's formation through the Mysterious Nether Pearl. I think it must have been no more than 30 years. Everything is still in time."

"The battle to hunt the sky has just begun!"

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his body flashed, and he disappeared into the cave in an instant.

He did not rush out, but came to the Xuanming Tower and found that this place had already turned into a place where lotus flowers were in full bloom, as if it had become a golden lotus sea.

And in the very center of the lotus sea, there is a huge closed lotus, which contains an extremely terrifying aura.

"This is……"

Mo Fan was a little surprised when he saw this. Soon, a clear voice came from the side: "Saint Yunrou is inside. This golden lotus sea is also transformed by her vision."

"Did you break through again?"

Mo Fan turned to look at Fang Ru who was walking towards him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Fang Ru could actually break through in this cave, from the early Nascent Soul stage to the middle stage.

"Can I fight alongside you now?" Fang Ru looked at Mo Fan seriously.

"Although your cultivation has greatly increased, there is still an insurmountable gap between you and the celestial beings."

Mo Fan shook his head, and what he said made the light in Fang Ru's eyes suddenly dim.

Seeing this, Mo Fan smiled and said, "You are a scholar, why do you insist on fighting and killing? Maybe you should do something you are better at."

Something better?

Fang Ru was startled when he heard this, then smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to comfort me. I understand that my cultivation level is nothing compared to the celestial beings in the upper realms, but as a member of Jiuzhou, I really hope to contribute to Jiuzhou..."

"Who comforted you?"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes and pouted, "I don't have time to comfort you right now. As a great scholar in Black Wind Mountain, preaching is naturally what you are best at."

"When I go out and bring all the cultivators into this space, you will personally give them a lecture and read out the entire Tao Te Ching. I hope they can gain some enlightenment and make further progress on the path of cultivation. This way, we will have a better chance of winning against the celestial beings."

"So you don't have to belittle yourself!"

After Mo Fan finished speaking, without waiting for Fang Ru to speak, he soared into the sky and said in a deep voice: "I will leave first. I don't know how everyone is doing."

"Okay, then you must be careful!"

Fang Ru nodded immediately upon seeing this, and as she watched Mo Fan gradually disappear into the air, the light in her eyes lit up again.

It turns out that I am not completely useless.

Mo Fan suddenly appeared on the charred earth.

He first looked around and saw that there was no movement or danger. Then he took out the large musical note and began to transmit messages to the monsters.

"Wuwuwu... Daddy, why did you just come out!"

Soon, the crying sound of the monster reached Mo Fan's ears, which startled him. He had a bad feeling and asked immediately, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle Tiejia is dead, Grandpa Guimu is dead, and even Sister Blackie is seriously injured. If it weren't for Brother Xiaosheng who risked his life to save her, I'm afraid she would have been doomed." Yingying cried.

Mo Fan felt a little dizzy when he heard this, but he soon calmed down.

Here, all the predecessors of the Upside-Down Mountain died. Tiejia and Guimu were just great monsters in the ancestral realm. Once they encountered the celestial being, they would surely die.

Although it was very abrupt and Mo Fan found it hard to accept for a while, this was the fact and he could not help but accept it.

"Ahem... Mountain Master, I'm fine."

At this time, Hei Yi's weak voice came from the big musical note, followed by Niu Xiaosheng's hoarse voice: "Don't worry, brother, Hei Yi is fine, we are all still alive."

"Brother, why did you just come out now? We almost thought you were dead too!"

Another hoarse voice was heard, belonging to Xuan Pangpang.

"What is going on? How many years have we been trapped in the Feipeng Secret Realm?" Mo Fan took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, it has been thirteen years since we were trapped here."

The Yingying monster responded. Perhaps because he knew Mo Fan was still alive, his emotions instantly stabilized a lot.

"How do you know Tiejia and Guimu are dead?" Mo Fan asked.

"Over the years, we have communicated with each other, but Uncle Tiejia never responded until one day when I saw the fragments of his life-long demon soldier, and then I realized that he was most likely killed.

As for Grandpa Guimu, he was burned to death by a celestial being who was good at fire magic in order to cover my escape.

Dad, we must avenge them! ! "

The Yingying monster growled, its tone very excited.

"Don't worry, all the celestial beings in the lower realm will be punished!"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, then asked about the location of the monsters before starting to act.

Based on the sensitivity of the spore toxin, the nearest location to him is more than 100,000 miles away.

Fortunately, the Sword of Life and Death in his body is powerful enough, so he can sense extremely long distances. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to find the monsters in such a large place as Feipeng Secret Realm.

Fearing that there might be celestial beings patrolling in the sky, Mo Fan did not dare to fly high, but walked close to the ground, passing through mountains and jungles.

Just when he was about a thousand miles away, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from above his head, which made him stop instantly. He looked up at the battlefield above through the gaps between the leaves in the forest.

Only then did they discover that it was actually a huge monster fighting with a human.

When the giant demon waved his hand, an endless purple bamboo forest appeared, reflecting a bamboo sea in the sky, surrounding the celestial being. Each bamboo stalk burst out with terrifying power, like a divine whip lashing towards the celestial being.

Mo Fan didn't expect that he would meet a familiar monster so soon.

That big demon was none other than the Purple Mist Demon Ancestor of Baisheng Mountain!

At the same time, Mo Fan looked at the celestial being who was fighting with the Purple Mist Demon Ancestor with some surprise.

Because he found that the aura of that person was not strong, only at the peak of the ancestral realm!

The celestial being who was supposed to have reached the level of a Divine Transformation now only has the strength of a Saint King. How could Mo Fan not be surprised?

"Could it be that these celestial beings have fallen again?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Fan’s eyes, and then he saw that the man turned into a giant of several hundred feet tall. It turned out to be a cultivator from the troll tribe. With a slap, the purple bamboo forest exploded in the sky, destroying everything in its path.

Even if the celestial being's cultivation level had dropped to the ancestral realm, he was still not something that Ancestor Zi Lan could contend with.

Patriarch Zi Lan's expression changed slightly, and he turned around and fled!

"Hahahaha, you rat from the underworld, where are you going to escape to!"

The troll monk laughed, stretched out his hand that covered the sky and the sun, and grabbed Patriarch Zi Lan directly.

Patriarch Zi Lan's face changed drastically. He gave up the idea of ​​escaping far away and dived towards the dense forest below.

"You can't escape!"

"Why not offer a wisp of your true spirit, submit to this Saint, and become my plaything, maybe you can avoid death!"

The troll monk sneered repeatedly, and brilliant golden light burst out from his fingers and palms, which turned into a golden cage and covered the area directly below.

In an instant, Ancestor Zi Lan was trapped in a cage.

Her face was filled with despair and a look of determination flashed in her eyes. She was about to explode.

But at this moment, a figure soared into the sky and headed straight for the troll monk. At the same time, a light laugh sounded in her ears: "Senior Zi Lan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Why are you so embarrassed?"