Chapter 474: Ten miles of fragrance, burn all the wasteland!
Chapter 474 Fragrance from Ten Miles, Burning All Desolation!
It was a majestic monkey with a cold light shining from the iron rod in his hand.
Even poking the extremely hot fireball, Mo Fan still feels cold in his hand.
If anyone in the previous life saw Mo Fan like this, he would exclaim: Look! A monkey is holding a big lollipop!
The horrified eyes of everyone did not make Mo Fan proud.
Emperor Wu and Saint Wu are completely in two realms.
Combined with the Baojia Shenbing, if he can't deal with the Yunluo saint, he is not worthy of the name of the war emperor.
Lightly shook the iron rod in his hand, and was thrown far away by the condensed purple flame, falling into a huge lake in the distance.
The lake is bottomless, with a radius of tens of miles, and the scenery is beautiful. It can be regarded as a beautiful landscape near the demon capital.
But what is the temperature of Shenxiang Zihuo, except for the slightest water vapor rising when it first touched the water surface, there was a burst of boiling sound after that.
In less than a few breaths, the lake with a radius of tens of miles was evaporated and dried up.
No creature survived in the lake, and even the bottom of the lake was scorched black, and the depth increased by several feet.
I don’t know that it will take several days and nights of heavy rain to fill the lake again.
"That's it?"
Mo Fan looked at Saint Yunluo with a contemptuous smile, and the iron rod in his hand rose in the wind, reaching a hundred feet!
He doesn't have strong stick skills, but it doesn't matter.
One force can drop ten times, let alone a force of hundreds of feet!
Mo Fan used his belt to shoulders, shoulders to elbows, and elbows to wrists, and then he came over with a no-frills sweep?
The terrifying whistling sound brought out by the huge iron rod hesitated at a very high speed, which made people's eardrums hurt.
Yun Luosheng also had his pupils constricted suddenly.
She didn't expect that her omnipotent divine fragrance, Zihuo, had almost no effect in front of Mo Fan, and was easily dealt with by him.
For a while, the combat power of Mo Fan, the new demon king, was unbelievable.
Seeing the iron rod coming straight towards him, Saint Yunluo had no choice but to respond mentally with 120,000 points.
With flames under her feet, she flipped over lightly, her petite figure soaring into the sky, narrowly dodging Mo Fan's sweeping army.
But before she could breathe a sigh of relief in the air, a huge shadow descended from the sky again.
The terrifying iron rod smashed open again.
She was already at a height of hundreds of feet, but the iron rod followed her everywhere.
The majestic pressure was concentrated on her body, even if she was a Martial Saint, her actions were somewhat slow.
This is the magnetic attraction brought about by the absolute acceleration.
It stands to reason that such a large weapon is really not a threat to a saint.
Because it is too heavy and cannot be used flexibly, it is difficult to hit a target with high mobility.
But Mo Fan’s stick is different. Regardless of its huge size, it is hundreds of feet long, nearly ten feet thick, and extremely heavy.
But in Mo Fan's hands, it is like waving an arm. As if nothing.
This is the role of the real magic weapon.
Sage Yun Luo can indeed dodge with speed, but the iron rod is too big, and Mo Fan can use it effortlessly.
After coming down twice and three times, Saint Yunluo could only flee in embarrassment, and didn't dare to take it hard.
Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect the Demon Lord Qi Tian to gain the upper hand in the battle with Saint Yunluo!
Yun Luosheng has been famous for many years, and he is also a face-saving person.
There are still so many people watching the game off the field.
Not only her two apprentices, but also the Holy Maiden Xu Xinger from the Conferred God Realm, and even the person who received Tianfeng came.
If you spread the word about your embarrassment, where will you put this face?
With a low shout, a complex handprint was formed with both hands!
Purple flames erupted all over her body, sweeping the sky around her.
A hundred miles around turned into a sea of flames, and the fragrance filled the sky, bringing deadly scorching heat!
Everyone was so frightened that they backed away, even if they were separated by hundreds of miles, they still felt hot and uncomfortable.
The moisture in his body is evaporating crazily.
Even the newly repaired city walls thousands of miles away have traces of being melted by the scorching heat.
Mo Fan's roaring iron rod cannot advance an inch!
"The fragrance wafts for ten miles, and the eight wastelands are burned!"
The continuous downwind has worn away the confidence of the saint of Yunluo, and the patience of the saint of Yunluo.
She finally used the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box.
The flames are galloping like ten thousand horses are silent.
This move is her most powerful killer move, with a radius of hundreds of miles, it attacks indiscriminately!
Fortunately, the location they chose was in a wasteland thousands of miles away from the monster capital, and the monsters here also left wisely.
But even so, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, this land will become a dead land in the next few hundred years.
No blade of grass grows, no life exists.
After all, it is the power of a saint, not to mention stealing the sky and changing the sun, it is easy to move mountains and fill seas.
"Sage Yunluo is really serious." Great Sage Pingtian narrowed his eyes.
He didn't move, he was even standing in the flames.
Although the purple flame was irritable, it couldn't get close to three feet in front of him.
The scorching temperature can burn everything, but it can't hurt the black robe on him.
Only he has the ability to survive this sea of flames unscathed. Even the great sage Yuetian would not dare to say that this sea of flames cannot hurt him at all.
He can't stay too far away, the higher the level of battle, the more he can't hold back.
The outcome is just a matter of one thought.
Mo Fan gave him a lot of surprises, and he is a man who can be made.
He needs to be ready to rescue at any time.
Although the saint of Yunluo said that he would save Mo Fan's life.
But once the injury is too serious and the foundation is broken, even if Mo Fan survives, there will be no room for improvement in the future, so what's the point?
The great sage Yuetian also showed serious eyes when he saw this, and muttered to himself: "Which formation master fights with people hand-to-hand?"
His voice was very low, but Xu Xing'er still heard a few words, and asked with some doubts: "What did you say?"
"Eh... nothing, just look carefully. This kind of battle will definitely help you a lot." Yuetian Dasheng shook his head and said meaningfully.
Right now, it's better not to let Xu Xing'er know the fact that Qi Tian Yaojun is Mo Fan.
Xu Xing'er didn't understand, so she glanced at him, but she didn't dare to ask because of the power of the Great Sage.
This kind of people who leave half of their speech is the most annoying.
His eyes slowly shifted to the battle.
Mo Fan was completely surrounded by raging flames.
There were endless flames in the front, back, left, right, up and down, and the scorching temperature invaded him, scalding his monkey hair a little curly.
He is not as thick-skinned as the Great Sage Pingtian.
I can only wave the iron rod in my hand to keep resisting the attack of the fire.
But the surrounding flames are endless, where can a stick break them up?
"It's your ability to force me out of this trick! Die!"
Seeing that Mo Fan was struggling to deal with it, Saint Yunluo smiled coldly.
I have to admire that Mo Fan still has the strength to resist now, which is an eye-opener for her.
And she couldn't do anything to him for a while.
But I am a martial saint after all, and my background is much higher than Mo Fan.
In this sea of fire, it belongs to her exclusive domain!
As time goes by, Mo Fan's defeat is only a matter of time.
(end of this chapter)