Chapter 2310

Murongzhan came to a forest outside the city, where there was a maze of fantasy, and there was spiritual power floating. Fanluo should be here.

His cultivation is not as good as Van Gogh, but it is not difficult to break this maze.

After entering the woods, the chilly eyebrows of Mo Rong Zhan wrinkled. In addition to the spiritual power, there is also a faint magic.

He had heard from Yu before that the skills practiced by Emperor Van Gogh were both good and evil, so he never accepted apprentices, because few people who practiced the right way could learn his skills. He didn't know where the evil was.

"Ah ah -" a cry came.

Mo Rong Zhan recognized that it was Yan Xiaoliu's voice. His eyes were slightly heavy, and he immediately ran to the place where the voice sounded.

Around a small lake, he came across a barrier again.

Yan Xiaoliu's voice came from the wooden house across the lake.

Van Gogh set up a barrier to stop him.

The black sword appears in Mo Rong Zhan's hand and cuts down the barrier.

A wall of light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Yan Xiaoliu's voice has stopped and there is silence around.

Mo Rong Zhan looked at the lake coldly, "Fanluo, come out."

His black sword became more burning and black, and his whole body exuded a strong spiritual pressure. The barrier in front of him turned into substance under the spiritual pressure. A light wall appeared in his sight, and a crack appeared on the wall.

"Mo Di." Fanluo came out of the wooden house, a few steps to Mo Rong Zhan, "what do you want to do?"

"Hand over Yan Xing." Mo Rong Zhan's brows and eyes were as cold as ice. Even if he faced Van Gogh, his momentum still did not weaken.

Fanluo raised his eyes and looked at Mo Rong Zhan faintly. He knew many years ago that the figure of Mo Di, the first person in the Xuantian continent, refused to enter the land of God and attracted nine heavenly thunder when he was robbed.

Everyone knows that with time, the cultivation of Mo Di will certainly not be worse than that of emperor Zun, and he may even be the successor of the second generation of God.

However, that's all speculation later. Today's emperor Mo, no matter how powerful his cultivation is, is only the holy emperor, and will not be his opponent at all.

"He is already my apprentice." "No one can take him," said Van Gogh lightly

"Fanlo, Yanxing is just a mortal." Mo Rong Zhan looked at him coldly. Unexpectedly, he wanted to take yanxiaoliu as his apprentice. Among the three continents, the most difficult to cultivate was the mortal. To be more precise, the lowest one was the mortal. Otherwise, the nine heaven gods would not give up the human continent, nor would the great demon beast take advantage of it to rule the human continent.

"He's not an ordinary mortal." Van Gogh said, "a mortal with a sea of air is enough to be an apprentice to this seat."

Mo Rong Zhan is surprised that Yan Xiaoliu has a sea of Qi! When did he learn to practice?

No way! Even if Ming Xi taught Yan Xiaoliu to practice, under the balance of heaven, he could not have cultivated Qi sea in such a short time.

"What have you done to him?" Mo Rong Zhan asked in a cold voice.

"Just to make him more suitable to be an apprentice." Van Gogh said, "Mo Di, are you going to fight against me for a mortal?"

The black sword in Mo Rong Zhan's hand is facing Fanluo, "Yan Xiaoliu is not your apprentice, hand him over."

"Even if I give him to you, he will not remember you. He has forgotten all the memories of the world." "What do you want a mortal who has no memory?" said Van Gogh lightly

"Van loo!" Mo rongzhan understood why he had just heard Yan Xiaoliu's cry. Fanluo forcibly erased his memory. "This world is not a world where you can do what you want."

"At least, you can't stop what you want to do now." A sneer flashed in Van Gogh's eyes. "You go. I don't care about you today."

Bang -

with a sword, Mo Rong Zhan smashed the barrier, and the sharp point of the sword stabbed Fanluo's back.

Fanluo's figure has appeared on the other side of the lake, and his eyes coldly looked at Mo Rong Zhan, "Mo Di, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be our opponent."

"Hand in Yan Xiaoliu!" Mo Rong Zhan cold voice said, to the other side of the wooden house.

"No one can take the apprentice I like." Said fanlow, a water wall in front of Mo Rong Zhan.

Murongzhan splits the water wall with a sword, and the water wall turns into a water beast in an instant. Murongzhan grabs Mo rongzhan's arm with a roar. Murongzhan's other hand shakes the water beast into water drops.

With a wave of Van Gogh's hand, several water animals appeared on the lake.

These water animals were transformed by Van Gogh with his spiritual power. Mo rongzhan transformed them into a giant beast with the sand beside the lake to block them for him.

Seeing the giant beast, Fanluo looked at Mo Rong Zhan's eyes a little more.

This Mo Di The strength is stronger than he expected.

Mo Rong Zhan came to the wooden house, but there was no one in it.

"Where's yanxiaoliu?" Mo Rong Zhan's eyes flashed a touch of anger, here is not only Fanluo alone, someone took Yan Xiaoliu away."As I said, Yan Xiaoliu is already my apprentice, and nobody wants to take him away." "Not even you," said Van Gogh

Then there's no nonsense! Mo Rong Zhan's expression was cold, and the black sword in his hand stabbed at Van Gogh.

The two men were fighting over the lake in an instant.

It was the first time that Fanluo had a real fight with Mo Rong Zhan. The people who experienced the nine heavenly thunder were really different. Compared with other holy emperors, the cultivation of emperor Mo was much higher.

No wonder emperor Zun valued him so much!

This man If alive, it must be a threat to the future.

"Mo Di, it is a death penalty for you to intrude into the world. It is natural for me to kill you if you dare to offend me today." Van loo said in a low voice that there was a slender ice sword in his hand.

"Are you here by God?" Mo Rong Zhan asked in a cold voice that ye Wei would know so much about dying in the Xuantian continent. It must have something to do with Fanluo, as well as the resurrection of reclining life. "Fanluo, what is your purpose?"

Van Gogh's slender eyes grinned. "You're dying. There's no need to know that much."

Mo Rong Zhan felt a strong spirit pressure in the cover, and suppressed his spiritual power.

There are still differences between the emperor and the emperor.

He runs the sea of Qi, releases more spiritual power and concentrates on the black sword in his hand. The black sword turns into a black iron dragon, and opens his mouth to bite Van Gogh's arm.

The ice sword in Van Gogh's hand turned into an ice beast, and his sharp teeth bit the iron dragon's neck.

Bang -

Mo rongzhan was thrown away by a huge force, and the iron dragon turned into a black sword and fell down. He quickly took the black sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

"When you die, this seat will send you back to the land of God and give you a chance to practice again." Fanluo's mouth showed a shallow smile, the ice beast roared toward Mo Rong Zhan.

Suddenly, a fire Unicorn appears in front of Mo Rong Zhan and throws the ice beast out.

There was a sudden change in Van Gogh's face.

A long white figure appears beside Mo Rong Zhan.

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