"That's right, Brother Mo Yuan's demonic power is famous even in the prosperous era when hundreds of saints compete for the praises. It is the most fierce ancient holy weapon." said the ancestor of Wanmo, "My ancient desolate god Yaoshi halberd
, it's just a top holy weapon."
"So what about the ancient holy weapon? I almost got hurt to the origin and was almost completely damaged." Mo Yuan shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Lin Fan asked: "Senior Mo Yuan, what weapon is it that actually severely damaged the demon's fierce power?"
Lin Fan had the most intuitive feeling about the demon's fierce power.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan frowned slightly, his eyes instantly became deep and mysterious, as if he remembered an ancient past.
"That's also a sword." Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "That sword is called 'cold sword', and the person who uses the sword is called..."
Speaking of this, Mo Yuan paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh and slowly exhaled a person's name.
"Ye Wuqing!"
Hearing this name, the ancestor Wanmo next to him instantly clenched his fists, and a fire of hatred ignited in his eyes, and a strong sense of fear.
Obviously, the owner of this name is definitely not an ordinary saint.
"Ye Wuqing? I remember this name," Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of splendor, and he said, "If you reach the realm of Saints in the future, you will definitely cut him under the sword!"
Although his words are not heavy, they reveal a sense of heroism that breaks through the sky and a domineering aura that shakes the mountains!
Mo Yuan looked at Lin Fan deeply, smiled with relief, and said, "Okay, boy Lin Fan, I read you right. However, I should settle the grudges of the past with my own hands!"
Lin Fan asked, "Senior Mo Yuan, can you tell me about Ye Wuqing in detail?"
"Let me say it."
The ancestor of Wanmo said: "Millions of years ago, the saints fought in a battle, and they were divided into two camps, the leaders of both sides were Mo Yuan and Ye Wuqing."
"The two of them were the two most recognized by Yonghengtian at that time."
"The Saint War has been going on for a hundred years, and Boss Mo Yuan and Ye Wuqing have also fought for a hundred years, and they have never decided to win or lose."
"But Ye Wuqing, the insidious villain, actually captured Boss Mo Yuan's brother and threatened him. Boss Mo Yuan and his brothers have a deep affection. Brothers were captured, and Boss Mo Yuan was restrained everywhere, so Ye Wuqing took advantage of it.
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"If it weren't for this, Ye Wuqing would never have been able to defeat Boss Mo Yuan, and he would not have been able to severely damage his demonic power!"
At this time, Mo Yuan's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "In the end, Ye Wuqing, that bastard, killed my brother."
It can be seen that Mo Yuan and his younger brother are indeed in a deep relationship. Even though millions of years have passed, the mention of this matter still makes Mo Yuan, who has always been calm, have red eyes and fluctuated violently.
"Ye Wuqing was the master of the temple back then. Now, he should be one of the four saints, or even the leader of the saints!" The ancestor of Wanmo looked at Lin Fan and said.
Lin Fan nodded slowly.
It seems that since I received the power of the demon, I have been destined to stand opposite the temple.
There are certain numbers in the dark.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
The temple, he was destroyed.
Ye Wuqing, he must have killed him too.
At this time, Zui Mengzi appeared in front of Lin Fan.
He gently tweaked his right hand, one gray and one red, and two balls of light flew into Lin Fan's arms.
It is the Bagua Ancient Mirror and the Blade of Nirvana that have been repaired.
The cracks of the Bagua ancient mirror completely disappeared, and the overall appearance became even more integrated, and there was no flaw at all.
The Blade of Nirvana flashed with a cold light that attracted people. On the blade, there was a bright red light flashing from time to time, full of killing aura.
Zui Mengzi said: "The quality of the holy tools nowadays is too poor, and they are shoddy. No wonder they can be cracked by you with one punch. I have reinforced and optimized it casually. Now these two are already top holy tools.
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Speaking of this, Zui Mengzi suddenly leaned against Lin Fan's face, blinked at him, and laughed: "You can try it."
After hearing Zui Mengzi say this, Lin Fan suddenly became interested. He picked up the Bagua Ancient Mirror with his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched him hard at the Bagua Ancient Mirror.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
A circle of energy shock waves visible to the naked eye dispersed instantly.
The sound kept echoing in the spiritual tower, causing the space to shake and the spiritual energy to surge.
Lin Fan looked closely and found that the ancient Bagua mirror was intact.
Based on this alone, we can already defeat the previous ancient gossip mirror.
Then Lin Fan picked up the Blade of Nirvana and stroked his arm hard.
A sensation of pain came from the arm.
A clear scratch appeared at the location where the blade of Nirvana passed, which had already cut through the skin, and almost even the real skin was cut.
You know, Lin Fan's current physical body is the strongest in the saint realm, and it is impossible for ordinary holy tools to scratch his skin. It is an exaggeration to be able to cut through his skin by the blade of Nirvana.
If it acts on other people, the lethality will be extremely terrifying.
It is hard to control a saint.
"Thank you, senior." Lin Fan smiled and hugged.
He was extremely satisfied with these two holy artifacts.
"It's a little bit," Zui Mengzi waved her hand and said, "By the way, you are now in the body of the Saint Realm. The demonic power and the ancient wilderness gods and the worldly halberd will not help you at the moment. Give it to me, I'll repair it.
It is still no problem to recreate the glory of the ancient holy weapon, at least it will be restored to the top holy weapon level."
"good!"
Lin Fan nodded, and then handed over the demonic power and the ancient wild god Yaoshi Ji to Zui Mengzi.
Zui Mengzi got two holy weapons and disappeared again.
Lin Fan looked at Mo Yuan and asked, "Two seniors, I wonder when you can restore your cultivation?"
Mo Yuan said: "Our soul has almost recovered. Now we only need to complete the physical reshaping, and our strength will be restored quickly."
"Do you need me to do anything?" Lin Fan asked.
Mo Yuan said: "Nothing else, Hongmeng purple gas is enough."
Lin Fan was completely unlucky. He immediately used the Hongmeng Founding Art, and a steady stream of Hongmeng purple air surged out of Lin Fan's body.
Mo Yuan and the ancestor Wanmo immediately sat cross-legged, absorbed the purple energy of Hongmeng, and began to reshape their bodies bit by bit.
Reshaping the body is easy, but even for former saints like Mo Yuan and Wanmo Ancestor, it is a huge expense. Fortunately, there is Hongmeng purple Qi as a support, otherwise, they may have lived again.
For a million years, I can’t save enough spiritual energy needed to reshape my body.
Lin Fan set up several restrictions around him to prevent the gaze from snooping.
Then he gave the ancient gossip mirror to Ling Xuefei.
Ling Xuefei did not refuse. After accepting it, she completed the recognition of the master of the holy weapon, and also obtained the operation method that came with the Bagua Ancient Mirror.
She also knew that Lin Fan's body is now stronger than the so-called defensive holy weapon, and the Bagua Ancient Mirror is completely useless to him.
This top-level defensive holy weapon can only reflect its highest value in Ling Xuefei's hands.
Deep in the temple, there is a milky white palace.
This palace is called the "Sanatorial Palace". Below is a heavenly spiritual vein second only to the god-level spiritual vein. The entire heavenly spiritual vein specially provides a continuous stream of spiritual energy for the sanatorial palace.
I don’t know how many times better than the outside world’s healing injuries here.
In the sanatorium.
Fang Xiao was left with only the soul of the soul, extremely weak.
Mo Zhun escaped from the sky with the technique of fake death, but he was also severely damaged and his origin was damaged, so his condition was not much better than Fang Xiao.
In addition, both of them had lost their holy tools.
The black coffin was directly blown up, and the Bagua Ancient Mirror and the Blade of Nirvana were even taken away by Lin Fan.
Without the holy weapon, even if they recover, their combat power will be greatly reduced.
"Saint Old Mo Zon, how dare you ask if the other two sanctions can take action?" Fang Xiao's soul turned into an illusory figure, and the resentful look was clearly visible on his face. He gritted his teeth and asked.
Mo Zhun was skinny and shaped like a ghost. After performing the fake death surgery, his face turned pale and his lips turned blue. The originally pitiful flesh and blood are almost no traces of existence.
"Destroy my holy weapon and hurt my origin. This account must be settled!" Mo Zhan's tone was extremely cold, and a terrifying evil aura surrounded him.
After saying that, Mo Zhuan closed his eyes, immersed himself in his mind, and began to contact the other two saints.
The temple is not just Mo Zhuang, the sacred old man, but there are three!
And Mo Zhun is just the weakest one.
After a moment, Mo Zhuan opened his eyes.
"Honor Mo Zon, how about it?" Fang Xiao asked hurriedly.
Mo Zhuon said: "Let them live another month."
"this……"
Fang Xiao was still asking, but he saw that Mo Zhuan had closed his eyes and led the spiritual energy into his body to restore his origin. He had no choice but to close his mouth and start to restore his soul.
As for the affairs of the temple, Fang Xiao asked his closed disciple Zhu Yuandi to handle it.