Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

The sword energy of dozens of miles came with great force, like a sword that split the sky, breaking the sea of ​​clouds wherever it passed!

A terrifying sense of oppression was like the might of heaven descending into the world, making Mo Fan find it difficult to breathe.

It was as if under this sword, the air between heaven and earth became chaotic, making it difficult for him to breathe.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and Mo Fan finally woke up.

My current state seems like... I don't need to breathe...

The Holy King White Tiger looked calm as he was suspended in the air, looking at the terrifying sword energy coming from the east.

"senior……"

Mo Fan's voice was trembling. As soon as he opened his mouth, Holy King White Tiger interrupted him and said with a smile: "What, are you scared?"

"I... seniors are here, juniors have nothing to fear!"

Mo Fan swallowed, even though he didn't even have saliva now...

"well said!"

"Before I stepped into the Holy Realm, I wasn't afraid of that old guy, let alone now?"

"Little toad, watch out, the backbone of my demon tribe cannot be crushed!"

The Holy King of the White Tiger laughed loudly, then raised his hand towards the huge sword energy that was galloping towards the east, and said softly: "Broken!"

hum-

The void trembled, and then a ripple visible to the naked eye appeared in the air. Starting from the fingertips of the White Tiger Saint King, it turned into ripples and vibrated forward.

Mo Fan stared and looked forward, and saw that the circular ripples gradually became larger as they went away, and finally touched the terrifying sword energy that was dozens of miles long!

boom! !

Muffled thunder came from the sky, and a more terrifying storm broke out, sweeping everything around and shattering the surrounding sea of ​​clouds into pieces!

The storm also swung through the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing ripples in the void and arriving in front of Mo Fan almost instantly.

However, despite the storm sweeping over his body, Mo Fan did not feel any discomfort.

He looked forward, and saw a tall silver-haired figure standing right in front of him.

As the muffled thunder continued to resound through the sky, the terrifying sword energy began to disintegrate inch by inch, and finally turned into a storm and completely dissipated in the world.

Only the white sword mark in the eastern sky still remains, which seems to prove that the sword just happened really happened.

With one finger, the sword energy collapsed!

Mo Fan was inexplicably shocked.

The power of the White Tiger Holy King far exceeded his expectations.

Just a soul, so terrifying!

"Old man, after all these years, you are still as impatient as ever. Unfortunately, you can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. Instead, you may be scalded to death!"

The Holy King White Tiger snorted coldly, then waved his hand.

Mo Fan's entire body was wrapped in invisible power, and he followed the White Tiger Saint King away in an instant.

At this moment, he felt as if he had turned into a gust of wind between heaven and earth, and all the scenery on the earth below was passing quickly in front of his eyes.

At first, there were lofty mountains, then endless green forests, and finally, in a blink of an eye, countless villages, towns and cities were visible.

The smoke from the kitchen skyrocketed upwards, forming a picture of the fireworks in the world.

"Senior, where are we going?" Mo Fan asked.

"I will take you to slaughter the sect and destroy the sect!"

"..."

"How dare the human race extend their hands into my land of [-] Mountains and wantonly oppress our demon race for thousands of years. I will settle this debt with them today!"

"Destroy their two mountains first!"

The Holy King of the White Tiger looked calm, but he said some high-spirited words that made Mo Fan's heart beat.

Although the White Tiger Saint King is indeed ridiculously powerful, how can the human race be weak?

But the person in front of him was ready to kill the sect and destroy the sect at every turn, and he was ready to destroy two mountains of the human race... This tone was a bit too loud, and it really made Mo Fan feel uneasy.

He is just a little demon general now, but he doesn't dare to get involved in a battle with such a big boss. If he is not careful, he may end up with both his body and soul destroyed.

But now he couldn't help it at all. He could only go there with the White Tiger Saint King carrying him full of trepidation.

"Boy, show me the blood of your Devouring Heaven lineage. How can you be so scared by this small scene?!"

The White Tiger Holy King's voice suddenly sounded, but he was slightly dissatisfied with Mo Fan's performance.

"Senior, before I met you, I didn't even know who I was from the Tiantian lineage and where I got my bloody nature..."

"Besides, senior, you are looking for a fight with the big boss of the human race. A little shrimp like me is naturally very nervous. How about you put me down first, and then go and kill the clan and sect by yourself?"

Mo Fan had a sad face, but he was unwilling to follow the White Tiger Holy King.

"no!"

"My time is precious, why should I have such a temper as a little toad like you?"

"Today I will let you see what my demon clan is capable of!"

"Although the human race is strong, it is not invincible!"

"Even those so-called mountains, I can still level them!"

"Little Toad, you have to remember that true strength does not lie in strength, but in the heart!"

The White Tiger Holy King rejected Mo Fan's request, and his speed seemed to be a little faster.

When Mo Fan saw that the scenery underground was no longer moving, he realized that he had arrived above a group of mountains.

Looking at the many peaks clustered together below, Mo Fan's eyes were quickly attracted to one of the peaks.

"It's here..."

Mo Fan was surprised. The mountain peak was exactly where the female devil had captured him. The stream on it was still clearly visible, winding around the mountain and finally flowing down from the edge of the cliff, dropping more than a hundred feet to form a A beautiful waterfall!

"It seems that this place is the Bixiao Sect..."

"One of the two mountains arranged by the human race at Shiwandashan!"

Mo Fan murmured in his heart, and then he saw pillars of light rising into the sky from various places in the mountains below. Then ripples appeared in the space, and a golden barrier visible to the naked eye emerged, forming a bowl shape and buckling upside down on the entire Bixiao Sect!

"Old Yuming, come out and die!"

The White Tiger Saint King directly ignored the seemingly magnificent mountain-protecting formation at his feet. He opened his lips lightly and made a sound like thunder, which directly exploded in this area!

As the voice of the White Tiger Holy King sounded, Mo Fan looked through the golden barrier and saw figures flying out of the peak halls. Most of them were foundation-building monks flying with swords, and there were also a few who did not rely on external objects. The monk soared into the sky.

Looking at the cold faces and murderous eyes of these monks, Mo Fan suddenly understood.

These guys are probably the alchemy monks among the human monks!

But the large number, five of them, shocked Mo Fan.

The pill-forming monk corresponds to the demon king, which means that the demon king-level power of the Bixiao Sect alone is far superior to the sum of the three demon mountains in the Demon Spirit Mountain Range!

Mo Fan glanced at the gathering of human monks below, but he didn't see that familiar figure, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

That female devil, Fang Yunxian, is not in the Bixiao Sect!

"Monster, this is the gate of my Bixiao Sect, how dare you act so arrogantly!!"

In the middle of the formation, a white-haired old man raised his head and yelled angrily. He was filled with astonishing murderous intent and stared at the White Tiger Holy King.

Mo Fan looked at the old man, only to find that he was also a pill-forming monk!

And judging from the positions of the surrounding monks, it was clear that this monk was the leader.

"What are you?"

"You are worthy enough to talk to me like this?!"

The White Tiger Saint King looked at this man with a cold snort.

"I am the current headmaster of Bixiao Sect, Yu..."

"roll!"

Before the old man finished speaking, the Holy King White Tiger impatiently slapped the mountain-protecting formation with his backhand from the air!

boom!

With a loud roar, the barrier of the mountain guarding formation shook for a while, and then cracks spread all over it, as if it could not withstand the power of the White Tiger Holy King and was about to collapse, but it finally managed to hold on.

But this palm also frightened the headmaster of the Bixiao Sect. Although he was angry, he did not dare to speak again.

"Old Yuming, when do you plan to hide?"

"Or do you want to witness with your own eyes how I slaughtered all the elders and disciples of your Bixiao Sect?!"

The White Tiger Saint King sneered, then raised his hand again, trying to launch a second attack.

At this moment, an old figure suddenly appeared outside the barrier of Bixiao Sect's sect-protecting formation.

"Bai Xiaosu, if I had known what happened today, I shouldn't have let you escape back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"