Apocalypse Magician

The fire magic elements in the air were beating wildly, condensing into countless huge fireballs, like meteors, floating above the house. When Monan Tianfu took action, it was so extraordinary.

The blazing flames burned blazingly, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn. At a certain moment, it finally reached the boundary, and the fireballs fell one after another, each one full of momentum, as if they were going to destroy the entire house.

In the dimly lit house, a sword cry suddenly came, and then a dazzling light rose into the sky, turning into a sword shape and standing between heaven and earth, firmly guarding the simple house.

The falling meteor impacted the barrier formed by the sword energy, and countless loud noises overlapped into a long and distant sound, echoing in the air. The light spread out in circles like ripples on the water, as if telling the story of two forces. powerful.

The sword energy barrier was on the verge of collapse under the attack of fire magic, but it persisted to the end, and the house protected by the light remained unscathed. The remaining sword energy suddenly spun and turned into an arc of light, slashing towards Mo Nantian with lightning speed.

Mo Nantian was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the opponent to counterattack so quickly and violently, so he had to give up the idea of ​​attacking again. The fire magic element switched from offense to defense, forming a wall of fire across the front.

The arc-shaped sword energy hit the wall of fire, the light and shadow were scattered, and strong winds blew up. The powerful force eventually became fragments and dispersed into the wind, leaving only the earth and rocks flying on the ground and a deep crack at the junction of the forces just now.

The brief and simple attack and defense were not earth-shattering. Both sides of the battle only used less than 20% of their strength compared to the full-strength battle. The sound would not be transmitted under the effect of the soundproof barrier, and no one would notice the fight here.

However, Feng Moxing, who was outside the circle, witnessed the battle as a bystander and couldn't help being deeply shocked.

Both sides accurately grasped their respective powers without losing any trace. Regardless of the magic elements or sword energy and martial arts, the transition between offense and defense was like flowing clouds and flowing water. The aura naturally exuded was as if everything in the world was frozen here. Only the leaping fire magic elements and rigidity were present. The fierce sword energy is the master of this world. This is the realm of a god-level master!

"Hahahaha, I haven't seen you for many years. My old friend, your magic has become even more proficient." The door of the house was gently pushed open, and a spirited old man walked out. "You are worthy of being the great mage who protects the country in front of the emperor. Now in Fantasy Continent The first person in history is Pope Mo Nantian.”

"I didn't expect that after this separation, it would last for decades, and your martial arts would also improve a lot." Mo Nantian also laughed loudly and walked quickly to the house in front, "The great general who controls the country in front of the emperor is indeed worthy of his reputation."

The two god-level masters reunited as old friends and then walked into the house together.

The strong man's momentum subsided, and the wind and snow swept in again. Feng Moxing, who was immersed in the understanding of the battle just now, couldn't help but shudder, then smiled, as if he was mocking himself, and then walked towards that house .

The owner of the house is Feng Moxing and Li Xingkong's master, Ji Fengya, the contemporary martial god of Fantasy Continent.

The ordinary house is still the same as it was when Li Xingkong first came here. There are several ancient paintings hanging on the white walls, some of which are landscapes, pine and cypress, or ink bamboo. The beds, tables and chairs are ordinary, although they are not gorgeous. , but very sturdy. There is a pot of hot tea on the coffee table, still steaming.

The furnishings in the house can be seen at a glance. They are simple and fresh and elegant, just like a hermit.

"Brother Feng Ya is really in a good mood." Mo Nantian sat on a chair next to the coffee table, looked around, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.

"There is no good tea in the backcountry, Brother Mo, please don't be offended." Ji Fengya handed the teapot to Feng Moxing, who had just walked into the house, and sat on the other side of the coffee table, "However, the number one master in the mainland can come to the humble house. , I’m afraid the situation is not getting better, right?”

Feng Moxing opened the two teacups, carefully filled them with tea, and placed them in front of the two of them. Then he took a step back and stood silently to one side.

"The title of the number one master in the mainland is really embarrassing for me." Mo Nantian smiled bitterly and waved his hand gently, "The battle back then was originally a drama staged in compliance with the late emperor's wishes, so as to hide the martial god Ji Fengya. The existence of the world gives us one more trump card in the doomsday catastrophe, including the incident a year and a half ago when we went to Diancang Mountain to search for the Xuanyuan Sword. It was also directed and acted by our church to paralyze the world. As for this chapter I, Mo Nantian, never dare to claim the title of a master, but I still have this bit of self-awareness.

"You are too self-effacing, but it is really hard to support the church alone for so many years. It is no better than the leisurely life of a wandering cloud and wild crane like me." Ji Fengya also smiled. The Martial God lineage is supposed to help the world and save people, so for the so-called first He didn't care about the false reputation of the master, "The realm of the late emperor back then is still beyond the reach of you and me, including all the subsequent arrangements, all of which are exquisite."

"Haha, if not for this, how could he become the legendary emperor through the ages and be so respected by you and me?"

Even though he has been in charge of the church for so many years, Mo Nantian is still full of respect for the Fantasy Emperor.

"When the late emperor fell, traitors took over and massacred the heirs of the royal family. Later, you and I deliberately released the news of the Star Trace according to the instructions of the late emperor before his death. So the world began to scramble to find the elusive Star Trace. On the contrary, the late emperor's lineage was able to take advantage of the chaos to be preserved. It is a pity that The world only knows that the Scar of Stars contains the power of the late emperor, and thinks that whoever gets it can conquer the world, but they don’t know that the Scar of Stars is actually a kind of inheritance of blood and even souls. It can only be awakened in direct descendants, and others cannot inherit it at all."

"So, have you found the direct descendant of the late emperor?" Ji Fengya sighed with emotion about the past, but also focused on the present world.

"Not yet. It is not even known whether there is still a lineage alive in the world today. However, the demon girl from a hundred years ago is back."

Mo Nantian shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the flying snow in June outside the window, which seemed to be a bit vicissitudes of life.

"One more thing. Four days ago, the Nightmare Moon Demon regained its peak power. Only then did I know that during the battle at the Conferring God Platform, the Nightmare Moon Demon escaped unknowingly by using blindness. Now there is news that , the leader behind the alliance is Nightmare Moon Demon. Inferring from this, I am afraid that the rebellion that led to the fall of the late emperor a hundred years ago, and the subsequent hunt for the descendants of the late emperor, were all planned by Nightmare Moon Demon. But the strange thing is that since Nightmare Moon The power of the Moon Demon has been restored, so why hasn't it come to trouble me for so long? Could it be that something went wrong, or maybe the Alliance of Leaders is planning something."

"So, the situation is really not that bad." Ji Fengya drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, with an extremely solemn look on his face, "If it were the Nightmare Moon Demon, you and I, after hundreds of years of cultivation, would not be as powerful as the late Emperor. , but together, they can seal him back to the Conferred God Platform. However, that witch can cause strange phenomena in the world such as June Feixue, which is probably beyond the scope of the so-called god-level masters, and there is really no confidence that she can deal with it. .”

The reality Ji Fengya said was also Mo Nantian's worry. The two sat opposite each other in silence for a long time. The atmosphere was extremely solemn, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs, which was very suffocating.

Feng Moxing, who was always standing aside and listening quietly, also had too much information pouring into his mind. Some of these unknown secrets in the Fantasy Continent were known before. For example, the true identity of the master is actually the contemporary Martial God. I didn’t know before, such as the various arrangements before the fall of the Fantasy Emperor.

But there is one thing that none of the three people present know, and that is why the Nightmare Moon Evil Demon, who has regained all his power from the Conferring God Stage, has not yet come to trouble the church because he was seriously injured by Luo Yingxue's palm. Moon Demon, he is in even more trouble now.

"Feng Moxing is my eldest disciple, the future heir of the Martial God lineage." Ji Fengya was the first to break the awkward silence, reaching out to greet Feng Moxing and directing the topic elsewhere, "I wonder how the members of the Church Knights have behaved recently. , can you enter Brother Mo’s eyes?"

"He has such strength at a young age, and his resourcefulness and decision-making are the best. He is a rare talent." Mo Nantian greatly praised him. He used to wonder where Feng Moxing came from, and he had such strength. With knowledge, it was not until Feng Moxing appeared outside the courtyard that he suddenly realized, "Sure enough, a famous teacher makes a great disciple."

"You have given me the award. I still have many shortcomings that need to be made up for." Feng Moxing stretched out his hand and bowed his hands, a little modest, but he also told the truth.

"My dear nephew, please don't be humble. After all, you are a young man. This is already very impressive." Mo Nantian chuckled and suddenly thought of Mo Xianwu, who was the same age as Feng Moxing. It seemed that the two people were a good match. "At least compared to My granddaughter is the winner."