Chapter 558: Who said that we have no successors to Jilei Mountain?
Chapter 558 Who said that we have no successors to Jilei Mountain?
After arranging the little white tiger's affairs, Mo Fan took out the jade token and brought Mo frivolous and his wife to Jilei Mountain.
Jilei Mountain was as violent as ever, with lightning and thunder.
Since Mo Fan broke through Emperor Wu and sucked up the thunder in the thunder pool, after this period of accumulation and the continuous improvement of the rules of this space.
Jilei Mountain once again resumed its shocking grand occasion.
The thunderclouds in the sky are depressing, the distorted dragon-like thunder surrounds the sky, and a sense of righteousness hovers in this space.
Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er were both shocked by this spectacular scene.
This is the first time they have come to the Holy Land and have seen the details of the Holy Land.
Their hearts were shaken. No wonder the sons of the Holy Land had astonishing levels of cultivation. Apart from their natural talents, they had grown up in such an environment full of aura.
Even if you don't practice hard, you can improve your cultivation much faster than ordinary people.
"Follow me." Mo Fan greeted and walked towards the Thunder Mountain first.
Mo Frivolous and Han Yan'er followed closely behind.
The powerful and obscure aura in the caves along the road when they climbed the mountain once again horrified them.
The closer to the peak, the stronger the breath.
"Old Ancestor, are these strong men who belong to Jilei Mountain?" Mo Qingkuang swallowed hard and asked with a dry throat.
In the process of climbing the mountain, he has already felt the aura of no less than a hundred Martial Emperors, and there are not many of them that are not inferior to His Majesty the Empress.
This is just a holy place.
If other holy places are so powerful, then how many strong people are there in this world?
"That's right, they are strong beasts in the monster race, all belong to Jilei Mountain, and are under the personal jurisdiction of the Great Sage Pingtian." Mo Fan nodded.
Seeing Mo frivolously surprised, he remembered that he was so shocked when he entered Jilei Mountain for the first time.
It's just that it didn't show up.
Mo Qingkuang confirmed the conjecture in his heart, and was speechless in astonishment.
Han Yaner on the side was even more excited.
In the secular world, a strong man at the level of Emperor Wu is already the emperor of a country, but he didn't expect that in the holy land, he was just an ordinary existence in a cave in Pian'an.
In the past, she was also proud of her status as a royal family, but now it seems that maybe her status at this level is simply dismissed in the eyes of truly powerful people.
"Okay, you are still young, don't underestimate yourselves, one day, you will reach their unbelievable realm. As long as you work hard, you will succeed." Mo Fan smiled and comforted the two of them.
Although the cultivation base has improved very quickly, they are young after all, and Mo Qingkuang is still a small drop on the road, and they can't make any waves.
Suddenly seeing so many strong men who were once out of reach, it is inevitable that my heart will be touched.
"Mo Fan, why are you dawdling, why don't you hurry up and get the old man!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded from the bottom of Mo Fan's heart.
It turned out that the Great Sage Ping Tian had already noticed Mo Fan's arrival and called him to go up quickly.
Mo Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and quickly led Mo Qingkuang to speed up his pace.
When we came to the top of the mountain, the door of the hut next to the thunder pool was already full of people.
Not only the Great Sage Pingtian, but also more than a dozen other people, either young or old.
They each stood in front of their huts, with their hands behind their backs, their aura was like a mountain, and each of them was a martial artist.
This is the top power of Jilei Mountain, and it is also the strongest people accumulated by the Yaozu for thousands of years.
Seeing Mo Fan coming, the eyes of the Great Sage Ping Tian lit up slightly, and he whispered: "I haven't seen you in just a year, and you have made such a big improvement!"
He couldn't help but be surprised. More than a year ago, Mo Fan had just broken through to the Emperor Wu realm with the help of the Thunder Pond.
Less than two years have passed, and Mo Fan has reached the peak of Emperor Wu!
This speed is simply appalling.
"Occasionally, occasionally." Mo Fan laughed and laughed.
I can't tell you that I'm cheating!
"Hmph, my character is low, I'm just blinding my talent." The Great Sage Ping Tian snorted coldly, apparently his dissatisfaction with Mo Fan had not yet disappeared.
Whether Mo Fan deceived the entire Yaozu, or did not accept his invitation to join Jilei Mountain after the Battle of Seizing the Saint, or Mo Fan did not tell him the truth just now.
The Great Sage of Ping Tian prided himself on his utmost benevolence to Mo Fan. He treated him as his nephew, but Mo Fan always hid him from him.
In Mo Qingkuang's heart, he is high and high, and the extremely senior Mo Fan is like a simple and honest junior in front of the Great Sage of Ping Tian.
Being scolded can only be endured, never dare to speak back.
Mo Fan didn't dare to continue this topic, and said with an apologetic smile: "Pingtian Dasheng, this junior is representing Tianxuan and bringing two children to participate in the genius competition. I wonder if I can tell this junior about the talent competition specific rules?"
"I have seen the Great Sage Pingtian, I have met all the great sages." Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er also respectfully saluted the Great Sage Pingtian and more than a dozen others.
More than a dozen saints, in their view, it is simply a feast.
Mo Qingkuang's calves felt a little weak.
"Is this the child you brought?" The Great Sage Ping Tian glanced at Mo frivolously, with a flash of approval in his eyes.
"You are Mo frivolous, you are very good. I didn't expect Mo Fan, a brat, to cultivate successors."
"Great Sage Pingtian praised me a lot. The younger generation got married a year ago, and the great Sage Pingtian sent a special gift with his heart. The younger generation is flattered!" Mo frivolously bowed deeply.
In front of the Great Sage Ping Tian, even the ancestors dare not indulge, let alone indulge their nature.
"After all, your ancestor is one of us who went out of Jilei Mountain, so give him some face." The Great Sage Pingtian smiled casually.
Then his face became serious, he looked at Mo Fan and snorted coldly: "It's you, you are full of unhealthy tendencies, the rules of the genius battle are the same every time, what can I reveal?"
Pingtian Dasheng doesn't know what Mo Fan means.
The rules of the genius battle have not changed for thousands of years, and he does not believe that Mo Fan has not understood it.
Mo Fan asked this question knowingly, in fact, he hoped that he could provide some convenience and arrange a good schedule for Mo Qingkuang.
Mo Fan was distracted by what he said, and he chuckled: "Anyway, you don't have any powerful saints in Jilei Mountain, so let me, a younger generation, go for it."
"Mo Qingkuang's ability to get a good ranking is to fight for my face, and I came from Ji Leishan, so my fight for face is to fight for our face, right?"
"Now I know that you came from Mount Jilei? When I invited you to officially join Mount Jilei, why didn't you give me an accurate answer? Is it because the old man's small temple can't accommodate your big Buddha?" The Great Sage Pingtian said to him At a glance, it is obvious that he is still brooding about what happened back then.
But before Mo Fan continued to speak, a saint snorted coldly: "Who said we have no successors to Jilei Mountain?"
(end of this chapter)