Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Mo Fan's appearance made the three monks startled, and they all looked at him blankly.

It wasn't until Mo Fan scratched his head and was about to leave that the three of them came back to their senses.

Where did this kid come from?

The expressions of the three monks are different, but they are all quite wonderful.

"stop!"

Just when Mo Fan was about to leave, the monk from the Corpse Yin Sect suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

Mo Fan turned around and looked at the Shiyin Sect monk, then pointed at himself innocently and asked, "Are you talking to me, fellow Taoist?"

The Corpse Yin Sect monk ignored Mo Fan, but said with a sneer: "Boy, leave the storage magic weapon on your body, and then you can get out!"

Mo Fan was stunned when he heard this and said incredulously: "Are you going to rob me?"

"Fellow Taoist, this guy is a disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect, but he is a serious demon. His words cannot be trusted!"

At this moment, the middle-aged monk spoke and looked at the Corpse Yin Sect disciple with a solemn expression.

At the same time, the young monk who was still confronting him just now frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "That's right, how can we take the words of the demonic monk seriously?"

"Fellow Taoist, if you really hand over the storage magic weapon, he will definitely not let you go. Why not join forces with us to get rid of this devil first!"

Although the two of them didn't know Mo Fan's origins, they put aside their prejudices at this moment and began to win over Mo Fan.

Although there are fights between them, they are still righteous monks in the divine domain. They also understand how terrifying and powerful the monks of the Corpse Yin Sect are. At this time, they naturally want to find ways to strengthen their own strength.

And Mo Fan, a guy with unknown origins, naturally became the target of the two.

After all, he can suddenly appear without anyone noticing, which is enough to illustrate his strength.

A disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect?

Mo Fan secretly smiled in his heart. He naturally knew that the other party was a disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect. After all, his characteristics were too obvious.

In the entire world of immortality, only these perverts who play with corpses carry a coffin with them at all times.

It's just that Mo Fan doesn't want to get involved in the fight between these guys.

In other words, he didn't pay attention to these three people at all.

Before he came out, he had already sensed the three of them with his spiritual consciousness, and naturally understood that their cultivation levels were all in the foundation building stage.

The cultivation levels of young monks and middle-aged monks are both in the late stage of foundation building.

The disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect are barely stronger, but they are just building the foundation of Dzogchen.

In the same realm, Mo Fan is not weaker than anyone else!

"You are looking for death!"

The corpse sect disciple's face became a little ugly when he heard the two people wooing him. He had already sensed Mo Fan's cultivation through the aura emanating from him.

He is a monk who is also a foundation-building Dzogchen monk like him!

"Devil, if you know better, retreat quickly!"

"Otherwise, if the three of us join forces, we will kill you!"

The middle-aged monk smiled ferociously, holding the sword on his shoulder, but his eyes were fixed on the disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect.

"Hey! Uncle, I haven't promised you yet!"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes. He was not an idiot. He knew that these two guys wanted to tie him to their chariot, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.

After saying that, Mo Fan looked at the Corpse Yin Sect monk again and said with a smile: "What, I won't get involved in your affairs, let me go, how about you continue?"

"Okay!"

The corpse-yin sect monk grinned and readily agreed to the proposal.

This time it was the turn of the two monks to look ugly again, and the young monk even said urgently: "Fellow Taoist, no! This is a delaying tactic!"

"That's right, don't look at him asking you to leave now. When we are done with it, it will be your turn, fellow Taoist!"

"Magic monks are the best at tracking, fellow Taoist, please don't make any mistakes!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed and he spoke with the same sinister tone.

"Are you two annoyed?"

"Damn it, why did you involve me in the matter between you two?"

"If you get anxious, I will kill you first!"

Mo Fan finally couldn't bear it any longer and started to curse. He didn't look like a monk at all, but rather looked like a common street gangster.

The two monks were angry and annoyed when they heard this, and they secretly resented it. But at this juncture, they really didn't dare to make a noise with Mo Fan, for fear of making another enemy for themselves.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Mo Fan instantly felt more comfortable and said to himself, "You bitch deserves to be scolded!"

After saying that, he tiptoed and flew forward directly, passing by the Corpse Yin Sect monk.

But just when he was about to fly behind the corpse-yin sect monk, the latter's face suddenly showed a cruel smile, turned around and slapped Mo Fan on the back.

What seemed like an ordinary palm suddenly erupted into huge energy fluctuations, and a green and black handprint about ten feet in size appeared in the void.

boom!

A loud noise was heard, and Mo Fan paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at the stunned guy in front of him with an unkind expression.

"You...how are you okay?"

The corpse-yin sect monk stared, then looked at his hands, a little confused.

What he used just now was a sinister secret technique from the Corpse Yin Sect, called the Corpse Demon Grand Mudra. He used this method to inflict people with great accuracy every time.

But now he was a little confused.

The guy in front of me slapped me hard, but he was fine?

Not only the Corpse Yin Sect monks, but the two righteous monks were also dumbfounded.

"My body is comparable to a magic weapon. If my defense is broken by your palm, how can I survive?!"

Mo Fan spoke angrily, then frowned slightly and asked: "Is there still poison in your palm?"

The Corpse Yin Sect monk was originally frightened by Mo Fan's domineering words, but when he heard these words, his eyes lit up, and then he sneered: "Fellow Taoist is really a good trick!"

"If I guessed correctly, fellow Taoist should be a demon king, right?"

"Only the demon king's body can withstand the power of my palm, but it's a pity that in this land of Dragon Ruins, even the demon king can only claim his own cultivation. Now you are just a demon general!

To tell you the truth, what I just performed was my Corpse Demon Sect's secret technique, the 'Corpse Demon Grand Mudra'!

Now the corpse poison has invaded your body!

Without the demon pill to suppress the corpse poison, you will soon die from the poison! "

As he said that, the monk from the Corpse Yin Sect burst into laughter and then stamped his foot.

boom!

The coffin at his feet was opened instantly, and a thick green smoke floated out from the coffin.

"Roar--"

The next moment, corpse roars came from it, and a green-faced, fanged, hairy zombie stood up straight from the coffin, exuding powerful pressure!

"No, it's Mao Zheng!"

The appearance of zombies caused the faces of the two righteous monks to change.

Stiff hair?

Mo Fan blinked and looked curiously at the zombie in front of him.

Not to mention, it's a bit scary, and looks scarier than most monsters.

In the past, Mo Fan would have fainted from shock, but now he only had curiosity in his heart.

"Is this thing very powerful?" Mo Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Boy, you don't even know you're about to die!"

The monk from the Corpse Yin Sect twitched his face, formed a seal casually, and made a rune mark that penetrated into Mao Zheng's eyebrows, and immediately ordered: "Go, kill him!"

"Roar!!"

Mao Zhan let out an ear-splitting roar, his ferocious energy erupted, and then he jumped up and headed straight for Mo Fan.

"Boy, my hairy body is unparalleled. I am made of copper skin and iron bones. Even a monk who builds the foundation of Dzogchen will be easily torn into pieces!"

"You are dead!"

The corpse-yin sect monk sneered again and again, already beginning to fantasize about getting the lifetime treasure of a pill-forming monk.

Copper skin and iron bones?

A happy look appeared on Mo Fan's face, and then he punched!

"Just in time, try my fist with this zombie!"

boom!

In an instant, Mao Zheng exploded in the air, beaten to death by this punch!

Corpse Yin Sect monk: "..."

The two righteous monks: "..."