Mo Zhu's aura was cold and sharp, he stepped on the void, his feet stepped on the void, looking at Lin Fan coldly and coldly, with endless murderous intent in his heart.

There were very few people from the Demon God Palace who died at the hands of Lin Fan, but they were all important figures, spanning two generations of Nine Sons. Whether they were the Little Demon God or Mo Qing, they were all key figures cultivated by the Demon God Palace, but they all died at the hands of Lin Fan in the end.

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This caused him to be treated as a joke and ridiculed by everyone in the Demon God Palace for a long time, just because the Demon God Palace was usually tough and murderous, and the most important thing was to seek retribution. As a result, he suffered a series of blood losses at the hands of a young man.

It's time to put an end to these shames.

Lin Fan looked at Mo Zhu. The aura of the cauldron under his feet filled the air. There was a sense of simplicity, as if it had condensed the years and the long river of time. There were actually fragments of time flashing. He chuckled: "If you want to kill me, you have to look at the sharpness of your sword."

or not.”

"How dare you, Lord Mozhu, dare to speak so wildly? Are you looking for death?"

One of the people captured by Lin Fan roared. He felt that finding a savior would help him get rid of this embarrassing opportunity of being captured, so he angrily scolded Lin Fan.

"Hmph, some people think that if they step into that realm even half a step, they can look down on all the heroes in the world. Don't you know that to some people, he is still as small as an ant."

This was the mockery of carrying a prisoner. They stood under the big cauldron with their hands folded, looking at Lin Fan with confidence.

Of course, these two people were not the only ones scolding Lin Fan. More than a dozen strong men behind Mo Zhu also spoke coldly, scolding Lin Fan wantonly and angrily.

But in fact, their cultivation levels are not high, they are basically at the peak of soul refining, and there are only two of them at the ancestor level. No matter who it is, Mo Zhu leads the team and carries eight thousand ancestor-killing arrows just for the sake of

Killing one Lin Fan was already a luxury and waste. There was no need to send more powerful men.

Lin Fan seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the two captives who had no fear, and asked with a smile: "You have great expectations for him."

"Hmph." A prisoner snorted, and he looked at Lin Fan sarcastically: "You'd better kneel down quickly, maybe Master Mozhu can make you die faster, otherwise if you are beaten to death later, I will also

It can torture and torture.”

"Hey..." Lin Fan sighed: "No matter how high your expectations are for him, it seems that you have forgotten that he is too close to me. Are you just mocking me like this and pretending that I have no temper?"

The two captives felt a sudden chill in their hearts. When they saw Mo Zhu, they forgot about everything. They really forgot about this: "Lord Mo Zhu, save..."

The two of them spoke at the same time, but it was useless. Lin Fan just slapped them with one palm, killing them until their bones were broken, and they howled in agony.

"How dare you hurt others in front of me? How dare you eat the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?"

Mozhu was furious and furious. When Lin Fan raised his palm to suppress the killing, he didn't think of resisting those two trashes, but it was useless. Lin Fan's palm seemed to be able to ignore the limitations of space. It was really another kind of world.

The power within reach.

"roar!"

He roared wildly, causing the void to explode, and a cloud of magic mist was emitted with a bang. In an instant, the magic mist was thousands of meters high. These magic mist were so strange that they seemed to be composed of wronged souls, running around and howling miserably.

The cries of ghosts made people's hearts tremble, and the hair stood on end. The demonic energy eroded towards Lin Fan, and enveloped Lin Fan in just a snap of his fingers.

The whole world was dark, he couldn't see the scorching sun, couldn't hear the waves crashing on the shore, and there were only countless shrill cries of ghosts in Lin Fan's ears, as if he had come to the devil's world and gone deep into the eighteenth level of hell.

Everyone in the Demon Palace who followed the Demon Lord had extremely envious expressions on their faces. This is one of the unique skills of the Demon Palace. The name is very straightforward, it is called Devil Cry.

It summons evil ghosts and wronged souls from heaven and earth, and directly pollutes the cultivator's Dao Fruit and Soul. It is the most vicious, but also extremely powerful. In the entire Demon God's Palace, there are only two palms capable of practicing this move.

Lin Fan remained unchanged in response to the ever-changing changes. There were thousands of runes in his eyes, and strands of golden light spread in all directions, trying to detect everything.

After a moment, he admired that this skill was really too powerful. In a short period of time, he felt that his soul sea was being impacted hundreds of millions of times, and endless ghosts and ghosts were rushing toward his head like moths to a flame.

Attacked.

"Void, Thunder Sword."

Lin Fan spoke indifferently, and thunder grasses filled the world of magic mist. The silver light was bright, but they were exuding monstrous sword intent. The sword intent exploded, and billions of thunder swords crisscrossed directly in the magic mist.

Kill everything.

Mo Zhu's expression changed drastically. In his perception, Lin Fan's entire body was like a golden blazing sun. When the sun reached its peak, those wronged souls were slain away with no return. As long as they got close to Lin Fan, they would

Burnt into nothingness.

With a sinister smile, he turned into a wisp of millions of wronged souls, hiding among the countless wronged souls, and rushed towards Lin Fan. He had prepared everything secretly, and if he could get close to Lin Fan, he would explode with a powerful blow in an instant, directly hitting Lin Fan.

Kill Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's rune eyes could see through everything, but he pretended not to see it and still protected everything with the thunder power of Zhiyang.

"Hahaha, Lin Fan, let's see how you can survive!"

Mo Zhu came closer and was no more than two feet away from Lin Fan. This was an extremely dangerous distance. He looked at Lin Fan who was ignorant and unknown. He couldn't help laughing. With a roar, the demon fist killed him, and many avenues

An attack came, and a divine chain extended from the demonic mist to kill Lin Fan.

He was determined to win this blow.

After the outsiders shouted warmly, they immediately laughed.

Killing Lin Fan so quickly is worthy of being the invincible Mozhu.

They shouted excitedly that if they could kill Lin Fan, it would be a great achievement and there would be a supreme reward. They felt that following Mo Zhu out to attack and kill Lin Fan this time was really the most correct decision they had made in their lives.

Of course, this is not reality. In fact, in the magic mist——

Mo Zhu roared violently, and the demon fist he blasted was too powerful. It was a condensed phantom of the small world he had condensed with his Dharma Body. No need to ask, he could definitely annihilate all souls with one punch.

However, at the most critical moment, a large cauldron suddenly appeared in the direction of the attack with Demon Zhu's fist.

"Boom..."

If someone rang the war bell of the Ancient Divine Court, the ripples would cause chaos for thousands of miles nearby. Many powerful soul refiners in the outside world were affected by the loud noise and instantly turned into blood and mud.

"Forest……"

Mozhu roared angrily!

He knew that he had been fooled and wanted to retreat, but was that possible?

For more than a year, Lin Fan has experienced thousands of battles, fought in the most dangerous environments, and fought against all the geniuses of the past. His grasp of the opportunity to fight is as good as anyone at the moment.

Therefore, when Mo Zhu was still opening his mouth, a heavy halberd quickly chopped off his head. His head flew up high, and the blood in his chest spurted thousands of feet.

The severed head howled horribly, trying to flee. This was the strength of the virtual magic master. The corpse was separated but still undead.
Chapter completed!