Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

The one who came was not some other demon, but the Demon Ancestor Zi Lan who had not been seen for a long time.

This surprised Mo Fan a little, because he was relatively low-key during this trip, and did not reveal any aura, nor did he feel any spiritual sense scanning him, so logically speaking, he should not have been discovered by other monsters.

Although he was surprised, Mo Fan still smiled and returned the greeting, "Senior Zi Lan, you are too polite. Just call me Lai Bao!"

"Things are different now, and you are no longer the little fellow you were back then. You have grown to be on par with us.

Therefore, according to the rules of the cultivation world, I have the right to call you a fellow Taoist."

Purple Mist Demon Ancestor smiled and looked at Mo Fan for a moment. He couldn't help but sighed and said, "When I first heard that you had broken through to the Ancestral Realm, I was a little skeptical. I didn't expect that in just ten years, you have not only broken through to the Ancestral Realm, but you have also come one step closer!

With such a fast cultivation speed, you are worthy of being the son of the demon clan. It really makes me ashamed.

Compared to you, Daoist Fellow Heifeng, my cultivation is just like a snail crawling, there is no comparison! ! "

"Zi Lan Demon Ancestor is too kind. I am just lucky."

Mo Fan waved his hands, still feeling quite touched.

When he first came to the White Holy Mountain, the other party was very arrogant and would hardly show up easily.

At this moment, the situation has changed. As soon as he arrived, the Purple Mist Demon Ancestor came to greet him in person, which shows the importance of strength.

"Luck is also part of strength, isn't it?"

Seeing Mo Fan being so humble, Purple Mist Demon Ancestor smiled and said nothing more. Instead, he said to Mo Fan, “Come on, follow me into the mountain first. After learning that you are coming, Mo Luo has summoned several other Demon Ancestors to wait in the mountain.”

"Mara?"

Mo Fan's eyes flashed when he heard this. He didn't expect that it was Moluo who discovered him.

However, this cultivator, Mo Luo, is indeed very mysterious. It is not easy for him to survive in the land of the Demon Ancestor as an alien, and he had also plotted against Mo Fan in the past.

Mo Fan always believed that Yun Rou was trapped because of a game between these demon ancestors.

At that time, the White Tiger Saint King disappeared, and the demons in White Saint Mountain were leaderless, and it was the time of internal strife.

Although Moluo was once known as the number one demon under the Holy King of Baisheng Mountain, he eventually fell due to injuries, so their faction was no match for Hei Ming.

But at this moment, Mo Fan came to save Yun Rou, and invisibly intervened in the internal strife of Baisheng Mountain. In the end, he helped the Moluo faction defeat Hei Ming and allowed it to escape.

At that time, Mo Fan felt that he had stepped into a trap, and now this feeling is becoming more and more clear.

Obviously, Mo Luo and his men were weak at the time, so they had to use external forces to interfere, so Yun Rou was trapped and Mo Fan joined the game!

Although Mo Fan’s cultivation was not high at the beginning, he could be considered a rising star in the two nearby domains. After all, he was the successor of the White Tiger Saint King, so he represented both the White Tiger Saint King and the Fengming Mountain Demon Domain!

Thinking of this, Mo Fan's eyes gradually narrowed.

If it is really as he thought, then that guy Moro is really not a good person.

But things are different now. If the other party still wants to do something to him, he has to let the other party know how powerful he is!

Mo Fan followed Zi Lan quietly into the depths of the Baisheng Mountain Range, and finally arrived at a main peak. He saw at a glance that several of the current demon ancestors of Baisheng Mountain had already set up a banquet on the top of the mountain.

These demon ancestors are Zhu Hantian, Ping Shi, and Heidian!

In front of the three great demon ancestors is the Blood Slaughter Ancestor, Moluo!

However, this time, Mo Fan could already feel the tremendous pressure from Mo Luo without using his blue eyes.

This frightened him greatly.

The reason is simple: the aura emitted by Moro at this moment is even stronger than his!

In other words, Moluo now has the powerful cultivation level of the late ancestral realm!

"The Emperor's son has come to visit us, and our humble Baisheng Mountain is truly honored!"

When Mo Fan landed, Moluo laughed out loud and bowed to Mo Fan politely.

"Senior Moro, you are too polite!"

Mo Fan did not act arrogantly and returned the greeting as well. He then smiled at Mo Luo and said, “Senior, you look very energetic now, and your aura is like that of a tiger. I guess your cultivation has been fully restored?”

"It's all thanks to Zi Lan. If it weren't for her, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to recover my cultivation in this lifetime."

Mo Luo nodded, and then said to Mo Fan: "As for you, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I didn't expect that you have grown to such a height now. I am afraid that I am no match for you now!"

"Senior, what are you talking about? I am just a small toad demon. I dare not compare myself with you."

“You are not a small toad demon, but the inheritor of the White Saint, so I am deeply pleased that you can achieve this!

I believe that if Bai Sheng were still alive, he would be extremely happy.”

Moro smiled and shook his head, then invited Mo Fan to join him.

Mo Fan did not refuse. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to ruin his relationship with this group of demon ancestors. After all, they were all loyal to Bai Xiaosu.

Through the conversation just now, he roughly understood that Moluo's recovery might be related to the magic crystal that the Purple Lan Demon Ancestor had obtained from the Moon-Watching Valley.

This was also the information he had heard from Zhan Ao Yaozu and others before.

"Senior Mo Luo, I am here to visit you, I believe you should know why I am here, please give me an answer."

As soon as he sat down, Mo Fan looked straight to the point.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Hantian and other demon ancestors paused slightly.

"I thought you were not going to ask about this, nephew?"

Mo Luo smiled slightly, not surprised by this, as if he had known that Mo Fan would ask this question. He immediately said, "It's my fault. If I hadn't told the Saint about that, she wouldn't have left Baisheng Mountain."

"Leave White Holy Mountain?"

Mo Fan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and then his majestic spiritual sense emanated, instantly sweeping across the entire mountain range where Baisheng Mountain was located.

His arrogant and domineering behavior made the faces of the demon ancestors at the table change slightly, and they were also quite frightened.

Because Mo Fan's spiritual awareness is so powerful, even Zi Lan and Pi Shi, who are at the same level, feel inferior to him.

Because he was concerned about the safety of Yun Rou and Fang Ru, Mo Fan naturally couldn't care less.

After a short moment, he withdrew his consciousness and his face looked a little unhappy.

The two women are indeed not in this White Holy Mountain!

"My dear nephew, please be patient. The Saint is not in danger. She just went to a secret place."

At this time, Mo Luo slowly opened his mouth and smiled, "That secret place is also an opportunity for her!"

"What secret realm? Is it dangerous?"

Mo Fan's face looked a little unhappy and he looked straight at Moluo.

"That secret place is the remains of a sealed battlefield. It was once the place where some gods and men died in battle. It is definitely unrealistic to say that there is no danger at all."

Mo Luo's words made Mo Fan a little angry, and he immediately asked: "Since there is danger, why do you let her go?"

"Or is it that now that you, Mo Luo, have recovered your cultivation, you no longer need the so-called Saint?!"

"As long as the Saint Girl is gone, no demon will be able to compete with you for the power of White Saint Mountain in the future. This can be regarded as consolidating your power!"

Mo Fan's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent as he stared at Moluo.

If this old guy really dares to admit it, then he doesn't mind cleaning up the mess for the White Tiger Saint King!