Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Mo Fan did not dodge. In fact, he had no chance to dodge because the punch was too fast and too violent!

Mo Fan could clearly sense the horror of this punch.

If he had not activated the Netherworld Ghost Body, he would probably have only been able to fight it by using the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Flame.

After this punch, Mo Fan felt as if the air around him was sucked out in an instant, forming a special field that seemed to imprison him in place.

Fortunately, his life form is now different.

In other words, physical attacks are ineffective against him!

"Boy, admit defeat!"

"I can't hold back my punches any longer, don't let me kill you!"

From the sky above, Niu Xiaosheng's anxious voice was heard, which made Mo Fan laugh out of anger.

"Well, after playing with you for so long, it's time to end the battle!"

Mo Fan whispered, then flew upwards, actively facing the terrifying fist.

However, he soon passed through the fist, then came in front of Niu Xiaosheng in the shocked gaze, and pointed a finger at his forehead.

Supernatural power, ghost fire of the underworld!

boom--!

歘!

"what--!!"

At this moment, a deafening roar came from the mountains below, and amidst this roar was Niu Xiaosheng's shrill scream.

At this moment, his entire body was covered in ghost fire, and his spirit was instantly damaged.

"You sneak attacked me again!!"

Niu Xiaosheng had a look of indignation on his face. He held his head and screamed, while at the same time he was using all his mental strength to resist the invasion of the Netherworld Ghost Fire, but he was powerless.

"Are you satisfied?"

Seeing the miserable appearance of this guy, Mo Fan immediately kicked him in the face, causing it to turn into a cannonball that shot diagonally into the sky and hit the ground heavily!

"I don't agree!"

"I am Niu Xiaosheng, the Holy Son of Juling Mountain. How could I lose to a toad monster like you?!"

Niu Xiaosheng jumped out of the pit covered in dust and ashes, the ghost fire on his body was still burning, and it had never been extinguished.

"Dissatisfied?"

"Then I will beat you until you surrender!"

Mo Fan grinned, flew in front of Niu Xiaosheng, raised his hand and punched him hard in the left eye.

"what!!"

The screams echoed through the forest again.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Not convinced!!"

boom!

"what!!"

"Are you satisfied?"

"Do not……"

boom!

"what!!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang…!!

"You're addicted to fighting, right? Why don't you ask me if I'm convinced?"

Niu Xiaosheng was hit hard by Mo Fan's continuous punches. He screamed and cried. In the end, he turned around and ran away, cursing all over, almost cursing Mo Fan's ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, at this moment, he was both mentally and physically injured. He could not concentrate on finding a way to escape, so he was beaten up by Mo Fan all the way. It would not be an exaggeration to describe Niu Xiaosheng as running away in panic at this moment.

"Stop hitting me!"

"I'm done!"

"Impressed!!"

"If you hit me again, I will really get angry!!"

Seeing that Mo Fan had no intention of stopping, Niu Xiaosheng finally lost his temper and stopped running. He looked at Mo Fan with red eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Fan stopped and raised his hand to take back the Netherworld Will-O-Wisp. He said awkwardly, “Sorry, I just got carried away…”

"Fuck you!"

"Is this thing really easy to use?"

Niu Xiaosheng gnashed his teeth. He looked so miserable at the moment. His whole head was red and swollen, and his mouth was swollen as if there were two sausages hanging on it. He looked greasy and tender, and very funny.

The most important thing is that his eyes have turned black, like panda eyes, and even his ears have become more than twice as big.

“Ahem… Don’t be offended, Brother Niu. You are the Holy Son of Juling Mountain!”

"Besides, we have already agreed to a fight, so we can't get really angry!"

Mo Fan scratched his head and felt somewhat guilty looking at Niu Xiaosheng's miserable face.

The reason why he kept chasing this guy and beating him up was, firstly, because Niu Xiaosheng refused to give in, and secondly, because this guy was too rude and kept calling him "toad", which made him furious.

Of course, Mo Fan would never say what he really thought.

After all, this guy is the real Son of God. If he really brings out the other side's Holy King for this, it would be a waste of time and effort.

"You also know that I am the Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain?"

"I saw you didn't hold back when you beat me up just now!"

Niu Xiaosheng cursed and said angrily: "Besides, can't you fight somewhere else? Why do you keep hitting me on the head?"

"If you break my image, I will never forgive you!"

"Ahem... Don't worry, Brother Niu. You are still as handsome as ever!"

Mo Fan spoke with an embarrassed look on his face, and even he felt that he was somewhat unwilling to say this.

"That's a ridiculous statement!"

Niu Xiaosheng snorted coldly, then opened his mouth and spat out a bronze mirror.

"what……!!"

The next moment, shrill screams resounded throughout the mountains.

"You damned toad demon, this Saint Son is going to kill you!!"

Mo Fan sighed helplessly and took decisive action...

There was no other way. It looked like this guy hadn't been defeated yet, so I had to keep beating him.

A moment later, Niu Xiaosheng lay on the ground with a look of despair on his face, his whole body was covered with bruises here and there, he was beaten badly, with a tear in his eye.

"Hey! You said this matter is so complicated that I don't know how to comfort you!"

At the side, Mo Fan shook his head helplessly, thinking that it was not his fault.

All I can say is that this Saint Son asked for a hammer and got it...

"Don't comfort me anymore. Let me be quiet..."

Niu Xiaosheng murmured, at this moment he was really feeling hopeless.

It wasn’t that he was scared by Mo Fan’s beating, but he suddenly realized that he, the Holy Son of Giant Spirit Mountain, had actually lost to an unknown toad, which made him feel a little frustrated.

"Ahem... you just need to wear a mask later. This injury is not a big deal. With your cultivation level, you will be able to fully recover in a few days. By then, you will still be the most handsome man in your Juling Mountain!"

Seeing that this guy had fallen silent, Mo Fan had no choice but to comfort him earnestly. However, he soon changed the subject and asked, “You will not go back and complain to your father after being beaten up by me this time, will you?”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said: "Some time ago, we held a whole beef banquet in Black Wind Mountain. The taste was very delicious. Speaking of which, I still miss it a little bit now!"

Niu Xiaosheng shuddered, then suddenly sat up straight, looked at Mo Fan seriously and said, "Brother Laibao, you underestimate me too much!"

"Am I, Niu Xiaosheng, the kind of demon who can't stand losing?"

"And it was just a fight. In order not to hurt the relationship between us, I didn't even use the demon soldiers!

Do you really think you can defeat me?"

"Besides, what I admire most is the strong! If you can defeat me, I have nothing to say. On the contrary, I will respect you even more! How could I possibly tell my father?"

"Good brother! We are acquainted after fighting. I knew you were a sensible demon!"

Mo Fan smiled when he heard this, and put his arm around Niu Xiaosheng's shoulders, saying with a sly smile: "Let's go back now. After you have reformed yourself, I will treat you to a whole-beef feast!"

"..."