The head was connected to half of the neck, and bright red blood continued to drip from the neat and smooth fracture. He was struggling and roaring angrily, but it was useless. Lin Fan grabbed his hair and imprisoned him using the rules of supreme space.

"Lin Fan!"

Mozhu yelled. His face was originally sharp and masculine, but now it was pale due to too much blood from the separation of the corpses. When paired with this face, it looked so out of place.

Lin Fan just looked at him indifferently and said: "I am only asking once, who in the end instructed you to ambush me on the road I must pass. If the answer satisfies me, it may allow you to die more happily."

Mo Zhu chuckled, as if he was going crazy, and he smiled strangely: "You want to know?"

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly: "If you don't want to die, just say so."

"It's very simple. If you have the guts, let me go once. If I lose in your hands, I will tell you." Mo Zhu's eyes were very gloomy, full of unwillingness and anger.

This defeat was not due to war, but because I was too careless and fell into Lin Fan's trick. Otherwise, how could I have been defeated at the hands of such a slutty kid?

Lin Fan frowned.

Ever since he was ambushed and killed by the people from the Sword Saint Palace, he had felt like there was an invisible big hand plotting everything.

It seemed that that invisible big hand could measure the world. This feeling made him terrified, as if he had nothing to hide under the gaze of the owner of those big hands.

This feeling was too bad, so he urgently needed to know who was in charge of everything. Thinking of this, he threw Mozhu's bloody head out like garbage.

The bloody head was thrown out and instantly connected to the corpse suspended in the magic mist. There was a mysterious flow of Qi. Mo Zhu smiled sinisterly and twisted his neck. His eyes were full of ridicule and mockery as he looked at Lin Fan.

How dare such a yellow-tongued kid really let him go?

This is courting death!

Smiling ferociously, Mo Zhu Yin said: "See how I kill you!"

A hazy world appeared, shrouded him in it, and approached Lin Fan step by step. He had already raised his combat power to the extreme. He had already suffered the loss of being underestimated once, so naturally he would not do it again.

"The devil swallows three thousand realms!"

Mozhu roared loudly, which made Lin Fan frown. He had learned this move from the little demon god before, and it was very powerful.

At that time, he was forced to panic and almost fell. But now, looking at this move, he feels that it is nothing more than that.

Mozhu is like the incarnation of an ancient demon lord. When the demon's mouth opens, it can swallow all the heavens and all realms. Mozhu's phantom is transformed by Mozhu. It is extremely gloomy, with blood-red and sharp eyes, looking at Lin Fan viciously.

But he saw Lin Fan standing calmly, with just a flash of rune eyes in his eyes, and then he punched out to kill him.

The punch that comes out is very similar to the fists of Yu and Zhou. The only difference is that when the punch comes out, it seems like three small worlds are suppressing it.

Mo Zhu sneered loudly, wondering if he was in another world when he used this move?

No matter how powerful his moves are and how desperate his attack power is, how can he be hurt?

Therefore, he is confident.

But Lin Fan chuckled: "The end of the world is so close!"

"Boom!"

The three small worlds directly blasted into the void, blasted through the otherworldly space, and suppressed the unbelievable demons everywhere.

"Must kill!"

Lin Fan smiled coldly again, and wielded a heavy halberd, as if he had been waiting for a long time at the place where Mo Zhu landed. Lin Fan said a word, and the heavy halberd was drawn out. Mo Zhu's head flew up again. Lin Fan stretched out his hand and crossed

From an endless distance, he directly grabbed the black hair on the head of Mo Zhu, who was roaring miserably, and brought him back to his side.

Looking at Mo Zhu mockingly, Lin Fan said: "Now, tell me and I will give you a pleasure."

"Impossible, why can you defeat me!" Mo Zhu screamed sternly.

I really can't believe it.

He was actually hit twice on the head by the same boy with the same heavy halberd!

What a shame and humiliation.

I feel embarrassed when I think of my arrogance and contempt when I first met Lin Fan.

He could find no excuse for his defeat.

For the first time, it can be said that he was assassinated by Lin Fan's tricks.

But what about the second time?

He had raised everything to the extreme, but it was still useless. Lin Fan destroyed everything and suppressed him directly from another world.

ridiculous.

When he was let go, he also laughed at Lin Fan, a child with a yellow mouth, for being too arrogant. If he dared to let him go, he would die. Now it seems that just because the other party is too strong, his little ability is not valued by the other party at all.

in the eyes.

Lin Fan looked at Mo Zhu indifferently. He did not answer the question, and there was no need to answer. He just repeated the question: "Who instigated you, tell me, and I will let you die more happily."

Mo Zhu is grinning ferociously. Although he is defeated, his backbone remains intact.

"Understood."

Lin Fan nodded and stopped asking.

Everyone in the outside world has been waiting eagerly for it. From the moment Mozhu roared loudly at the beginning to now, there has been silence.

They were all speculating that maybe after Mo Zhu killed Lin Fan, he was taking away everything Lin Fan had, such as the Tongtian Cauldron and other heaven-defying treasures.

That's why it's so silent.

But they were only envious. After all, Lin Fan was killed by Mozhu, and he had the highest level of cultivation among all people. Naturally, Lin Fan's relics were his trophies, and no one dared to say anything.

But everyone is still itching. Just like the Sword Saint Palace, the person in charge of the Demon God Palace also pays a high price. Frankly speaking, if someone kills Lin Fan, they can get the coveted Tianbao, or be accepted as the top one.

core disciples, etc.

These kinds of rewards made them impatient. They all looked eagerly at the churning magic mist, waiting for Mo Zhu to twist Lin Fan's head and walk out.

Suddenly, the magic fog broke open, and clear footsteps could be heard. Everyone had smiles on their faces and clasped their hands. As soon as they saw Mo Zhu's figure, the sky would burst into cheers.

A figure walked out, causing everyone's expressions to change. When they saw clearly the bloody head twisted in the hands of the tall figure who walked out, their smiling face suddenly turned pale.

"Escape..."

Some reacted quickly and suddenly screamed loudly.

It turned out that there was no response after such a long time. It was just that Lin Fan was collecting Mozhu's belongings. They thought wrong.

Therefore, the only way to escape is to defeat even Mozhu. If they continue to stay longer, they will definitely die.

The two prisoners who were beaten to the point of broken bones and tendons, with vicious eyes, were trying to hold on. Looking at Lin Fan's death, despair appeared in their eyes, they were finished...

Everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, except these two captives, because they knew it was useless.

I saw Lin Fan's hand wiping through the void, and the fleeing Demon God Palace people exploded into blood mist one after another, leaving no one alive.
Chapter completed!