Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1701: Invincible Battle with King Kong, Slaying the King Kong Saint

Mo Fan's words startled the five great saints, but soon their faces all turned gloomy.

"Zheng Wudi?"

"You are so shameless!"

"How dare a mere Saint Venerable mid-stage upper-level cultivator call himself Invincible?"

"Ha ha ha ha……!!"

As the Saint of the Golden Feather Clan sneered, all the Saints couldn't help but burst into laughter. Mo Fan's words and actions seemed ridiculous to them.

Even those who are so powerful don’t dare to claim to be invincible, so how can this cultivator in the middle stage of Saint Venerable dare to claim to be invincible?

"You useless people from the Yanyang Territory, dare you laugh at me?"

"There was a guy who claimed to be the Holy Lord of the Flame Demon Clan who mocked me before, and I killed him. Do you want to try and die too?!"

Mo Fan sneered, still arrogant and domineering.

"The Flame Demon Saint is just a mid-stage Saint, lower level cultivator. How can he be compared to us?"

"Any one of us is far more powerful than you. How dare you threaten us?"

The Golden Feather Saint didn't get angry. Instead, he sneered and asked indifferently, "Boy, were you the one who killed the disciple we sent to the trial?"

"So what?" Mo Fan snorted coldly.

"You are so brave!!"

Seeing Mo Fan admit it in person, the five great saints were all furious.

It would be fine if it were just other trial disciples, but the leaders among those trial disciples were the direct descendants of their clan.

This type of disciple is a genius in any big clan. It takes a lot of resources from all clans to train them. But as soon as they came to the mortal world, they were all killed silently by this guy, and the ancient treasures bestowed by all clans were taken away. How could the clans not be furious?

"How brave?"

"Do you think you, useless people, dare to touch me, Zheng Wudi?"

"I'm telling you, this lower realm is under the control of my Zheng family. Anyone who dares to set foot in this realm must be prepared to be feasted on!

You must know that there is no existence in this world that my Zheng family dare not provoke!

There is no cultivator that my Zheng family dares not to kill! ”

Mo Fan laughed wildly with an arrogant look on his face, not taking the five great saints in front of him seriously at all.

"What a Zheng family! Since you want to die, we will kill you first!

After returning to the upper realm, I will go to Qingwuzhou and wipe out your entire Zheng family! ”

The five great saints were very angry at Mo Fan's arrogant attitude. One of them, who looked like a stone man, had the hottest temper and was the first to attack.

He mastered a law of solidity that could make his body stronger than iron. With one hand, he slapped it like a huge millstone, hitting Mo Fan on the head.

This palm strike was as fast as lightning, directly triggering a sonic boom. It reached Mo Fan almost instantly. At the same time, a terrifying pressure enveloped Mo Fan, making him feel as if he was trapped in a gravity field.

It seemed that at this moment he was not facing a palm, but an extremely huge mountain!

With just one palm, he combined the power of multiple laws, causing Mo Fan's face to change slightly.

Fortunately, this cultivator was only slightly stronger than him, at the lower stage of the late Saint Venerable, so Mo Fan could completely withstand the pressure he unleashed.

He did not directly use the power of the laws of the Void World, but mobilized the power of the laws in his body and punched out as well!

He wanted to try out how powerful the Holy Lord of the Upper Realm was!

This punch also combined the law of devouring and the law of thunder, and immediately caused a devouring black hole to appear in front of his fist, while the entire arm was shining with lightning.

The other four Saintly Monks did not take any action and also watched the scene with indifference.

In their view, the Rock Core Clan’s Vajra Saint’s action was enough.

The name of this Vajra Saint became famous in the Yanyang Domain only after he comprehended the Law of Firmness. Therefore, although his cultivation level may not seem high, with the blessing of the Law of Firmness, he can use his physical body to fight against a Saint Lord who is one level higher than him.

In other words, this Vajra Saint has the powerful strength to fight against opponents of higher levels. How can a mere mid-stage Saint be his opponent?

"You're courting death, how dare you confront my fist?"

When Vajra Saint saw Mo Fan swinging his fist to block his palm, he couldn't help but sneer, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

He wants to beat this guy to pieces with one punch!

This is a good opportunity for him to show off in front of the saints of the other four tribes, and let these guys know how powerful his Rock Core Tribe is.

"How dare this fool compete with you in physical strength?"

"Not to mention that your physical body can completely crush him, even the power of laws has different levels of strength. The Law of Devouring is a top-level law!!"

In Mo Fan's mind, Uncle Qian sneered repeatedly.

Almost instantly, the fists and palms collided with each other, erupting with a terrifying roar.

At this moment, the smile on Vajra Saint's face suddenly froze. He found that the power he had integrated into this palm was actually swallowed up by an inexplicable force.

It looked like a palm hit the opponent's fist, but in fact it pushed all the strength into an invisible abyss. It felt like a full-strength blow on cotton, without even a hint of reality.

"How could this be possible..."

Vajra Saint was shocked, and then he saw Mo Fan grinning. He felt something was wrong and wanted to retract his palm and retreat, but he found that his palm seemed to be sucked by an endless devouring force and he couldn't retreat at all!

"The Holy Lord of the Upper Realm is nothing more than this!"

Mo Fan sneered, and the law of thunder contained in his fist suddenly poured out!

"Die to me!!"

boom! !

A loud thunder exploded out of nowhere, and endless thunder roared out like a heavenly calamity, instantly submerging the body of Vajra Saint.

"what?!"

The four great saints who were watching the battle from afar were all shocked when they saw this scene.

The Saint of the Shadow Wing Clan was about to take action when he saw this, but was stopped by the Saint of the Golden Feather Clan who raised his hand.

"Don't panic, have you forgotten how powerful Vajra Venerable's physical body is?

Wanting to kill it with just the law of thunder is really a fantasy!

Moreover, the Rock Core Tribe has always had a bad temper. If we interfere in his battle now, he might not only not appreciate it, but also blame us.

Wait a little longer!"

The Saint of the Golden Feather Clan spoke lightly.

The other three saints nodded when they heard this and decided to continue watching.

But at this moment, a scream came from the mouth of the Vajra Saint, and then brilliant flames burst out from his body, blocking the power of Mo Fan's Thunder Law.

At this time, the monks finally saw the condition of Vajra Saint. They saw that his entire right arm was gone. It was obvious that he was beaten to pieces by the opponent in the previous confrontation!

"what?!"

"The physical body of the Vajra Saint was blown apart?!"

The four great saints were all horrified upon seeing this, and then they saw the "Zheng Wudi" opposite them raise his hand and release a ray of golden light.

The golden light flashed and flew out directly from the back of Vajra Saint's head, leaving behind a large amount of blood stains like mud.

"you……"

Vajra Saint opened his mouth, and his pupils suddenly dilated, and finally collapsed, with no sign of life left!

Vajra Saint, die!

"Damn it, he actually killed the Holy Lord Vajra!!"

The four great saints who were watching the battle were all shocked and angry when they saw this.

The Saint of the Shadow Wing Clan no longer hesitated. He disappeared from the spot in a flash and then appeared behind Mo Fan. A black thorn a meter long appeared in his hand, emitting a terrifying aura of an ancient treasure, and stabbed it fiercely at the back of Mo Fan's head!

"die!!"