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"Uncle Ge!"

"Uncle Ge!"

"..."

The horrified voices of many monster hunters sounded from around.

Afterwards, those monster catchers who hadn't fallen all staggered to the side of the white-robed Taoist, hurriedly helped him to sit up, put their palms on his back, and pushed spiritual power into his body...

But it seemed to have little effect, the white-robed Taoist not only had a pale face and closed eyes, but also didn't have the slightest reaction to the spiritual power sent to him by the monster hunters.

Obviously, it is impossible for this Uncle Ge to wake up in a short time.

Without the backbone of the white-robed Taoist, the monster hunters who had already lost more than half of them lost their minds in an instant. Their faces were ashen, and they looked at each other blankly, as if hoping that someone could come up with a solution...

After a while, their whispering voices came from around:

"What should we do? Uncle Ge is in a coma, it's impossible for us to take down Chang Sheng!"

"How do I know what to do? The monster that suddenly appeared on the roof is obviously their accomplice, and its magic is unfathomable. Even Master Ge was injured by it. What can we do with him?"

"Then can we get out alive?"

"Are you afraid you won't be able to get out?"

"Oh, if I knew it, I wouldn't be so impulsive to break into here."

"What's the use of talking about it now? Let's kill it together!"

"That's right! It's dead anyway, so it's better to kill a bloody road directly, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

"It's so noisy!" Mo Fan frowned, stood up impatiently, patted the dust on his body, and said with extreme displeasure: "You bunch of trash are really an eyesore, my king! Your mood has been ruined. If you don’t want to die, get out of here for this king, otherwise you will annoy this king, and none of you can leave.”

The faces of the demon hunters changed drastically when they heard the words, veins popped on their foreheads, their hands were tightly clenched into fists, and their eyes were filled with raging anger. One of the demon hunters gritted his teeth and said, "Monster! Watch your words! Don't be afraid!" So arrogant!"

Mo Fan hooked the corners of his lips noncommittally: "Oh? What's wrong with this king's words? Why don't you point them out one by one?"

There was an inexplicable smile on his handsome face, and before the man could respond, he jumped up in an extremely chic posture, landed from the top of the roof to the ground, and slowly walked towards where Chang Sheng and I were. come...

Seeing Mo Fan approaching them step by step, the demon hunters all stood up alertly, holding magic swords in their hands.

The smile on Mo Fanjun's face became brighter and brighter, and his tone was lazy and mocking: "Why? Can't tell? If you are not convinced, how about using your housekeeping skills to arrest this king?"

His voice sounded clear and cheerful, but somehow it made people feel chills down their backs, and a strong sense of oppression permeated his body, giving people a creepy feeling, as if they were in a gloomy and cold magic cave.

There is no white-robed Taoist in charge, and these young monster catchers, facing a powerful monster like Mo Fan, did not dare to answer easily, but tensed up, their eyes were fixed on Mo Fan's approaching steps, and their bodies stiffened to maintain A surface of composure...

Faced with the current situation, Chang Sheng glanced at Mo Fan indifferently, not intending to continue entangled with these monster hunters, but hugged me and walked to the plane tree in front of the wooden house and stopped, hugging me on the back Sit firmly against the sycamore tree.

To prevent my sitting posture from being unstable, Chang Sheng wrapped his left arm around my waist, and his right palm rested on my back shoulder, releasing a steady stream of spiritual power, slowly entering my body.

I leaned against Chang Sheng's body weakly, feeling Chang Sheng's spiritual power slowly flowing through my body like a warm current, the pain in my body seemed to have eased a lot, and it was no longer the heart-wrenching feeling before.

The only thing is that the whole person is still a little groggy, and he can't lift his spirits.

I don't know how much Fu Mowang has affected me, but I don't panic at all, and even feel inexplicably relieved and satisfied.

How lucky I am to have Chang Sheng's deep love for me, and to protect me even if I ruin my way.

With a bright future and a world of mortals, Chang Sheng stepped into the world of mortals without hesitation and chose me unswervingly.God is so good to me, even if I die now, I will have no complaints.

Mo Fan looked at me and Chang Sheng, and there was a faint light in his eyes that I didn't see very clearly. His thin lips were slightly parted, with a hint of malice: "Little monster, how do you want this king to deal with them?"

I can't make a sound at the moment, so I can only shake my head slightly, expressing that I don't intend to pursue this matter any further.

Mo Fan seemed to deliberately misinterpret my meaning, and responded with a chuckle: "Oh? You mean don't let them go, right?"

Before I could react, he said to himself again: "Okay! No problem, this king will help you get justice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Fan immediately looked back at me, not looking at me shaking my head in a hurry, and walked up to the monster catchers step by step, looking at them with a smile, and said in a serious tone: " It seems that you will not be able to get out of here today."

The faces of the monster hunters turned pale when they heard the words, and they wanted to approach Mo Fan with magic swords, but they were afraid to go forward.

Mo Fan smiled and swept towards these monster hunters who dared not act rashly, and added casually: "Seeing your spineless appearance, this king is really sad for you. When fighting against little monsters, it is not very good. Do you have confidence? Why did you become a shrinking turtle when you come to this king? They really are a bunch of trash! It’s a waste of my expression!”

"boom!"

The sound of a sharp object being inserted into the ground sounded.

Everyone was surprised.

I subconsciously looked up, and saw a magic sword stabbed hard into the ground. A young demon catcher who was originally delivering spiritual power to the white-robed Taoist stood up angrily on the spot, his face alternately turning blue and white. Looking at the magic sword that had just been inserted into the ground.

With raging anger in his eyes, he roared extremely angrily: "It's too much! It's too much to deceive people! Everyone, whether it is tolerable or unbearable, even if we risk our lives, we must compete with him. I can't tolerate this monster going on like this."

Another middle-aged man quickly echoed: "Junior Brother Qin is right, let's work together to take down this demon, and win back the breath for our demon hunters!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!" The monster catcher who was called Junior Brother Qin immediately ran forward in the first place.

The rest of the demon hunters were almost all young men with fresh blood. After being so excited by the two demon hunters, they immediately followed behind them with magic swords in their hands, and surrounded Mo Fan...

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, and there is no way to enter hell, then don't blame this king for being cold-blooded and heartless."

Mo Fansen's cold voice was full of killing intent.

It's only a split second, I haven't seen how Mo Fan made his move, all the monster catchers who besieged him have fallen to the ground...

Right now, Chang Sheng and I are sitting next to the sycamore tree, with limited vision, and unable to see clearly whether they are dead or alive at this time. Just as I was about to ask Chang Sheng with my eyes, Master said coldly. A voice came from the direction of the woods: "What are you doing?"

Mo Fan hooked the corners of his lips, turned his head and squinted at the master who was walking towards him, and asked with a half-smile: "Didn't you see it all? Why bother to ask?"

The master frowned slightly, his eyes glanced over the blood-stained ground, and then fell on the demon catcher who was lying on the ground, gloom flashed across his calm eyes, and he asked coldly: "Are they all Are you hurt?"

Mo Fan turned around and faced Master directly, crossed his arms and hugged his chest, the smile on Jun's face grew stronger, and there was a touch of cynical irony in the depths of his eyes, and he asked amusedly: "Otherwise?"

After a pause, before the master could respond, he "sneered" again, and added sarcastically, "You already have the answer in your heart, so why do you pretend to ask me?"

The master's expression sank in an instant, and his indifferent eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of thousand-year-old ice in an instant, and he shot at Mo Fan with a faint look of pain: "Why do you do this? You really became so bloodthirsty. sex?"

Mo Fan narrowed his cold and charming eyes, sized up the master unscrupulously for a while, then calmed down all his emotions, put down his slender arms, stood up straight, took steps, and approached the master step by step. The body posture gave people a sense of oppression that could not be ignored, as if the master's words made him extremely unhappy.

It wasn't until he walked in front of the master that the distance between the two of them was only two steps away. Then Mo Fan stopped, leaned down slightly, and stared directly at the master with his black as obsidian eyes, his voice was deep and cold but a little charming: "For no reason, this king just doesn't like them, so I would be happy to kill them all! What? You want to avenge them?"

The master's body seemed to be stiff, the blood on his clear and elegant face faded, and a flash of anger flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly suppressed his anger, took two steps back calmly, and Mo Fan Pulling away some distance, he responded coldly: "Mo Fan, you were once a generation of immortals, how could you be so cruel? They are just a group of children, how can you do anything?"

Mo Fan smiled coldly, as if he had heard a big joke, and said sarcastically, "Immortal Venerable? Don't you find it ridiculous to say this word from your mouth? Isn't it thanks to you that I have today?"

Master frowned, all the cold frost in his handsome eyes faded away, a deep dark light appeared in his pupils, and his expression dimmed for a moment. It was obvious that Mo Fan's words had touched somewhere in his heart.

Seeing that the master was speechless, Mo Fan shot sharp eyes at the monster catcher who was lying on the ground: "This group of trash is the group of children you mentioned? The behavior of a hundred demon catcher to besiege a person, you Can you also acquiesce?"

The master took a deep breath, restored his previous cold expression, and responded quietly: "I have my own opinion on this matter, and you don't need to intervene in the matter of catching the demon world."

I couldn't help but startled when I heard this, and I was a little surprised: Master has never called himself me in front of people, and this is the first time I heard that he didn't call himself the deity.

Obviously, in front of Mo Fan, he has unconsciously let go of his identity and status, which represents incomparable dignity, and his long-standing gentleness and calmness, but his indifferent temperament is still the same as usual.

However, the fact that he refuses to keep people thousands of miles away is probably what Mo Fan hates the most.

Sure enough, when Mo Fan heard what the master said, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he quickly stepped back a few steps, distanced himself from the master, opened his thin lips lightly, and released an extremely cold voice: "Since you are so Said, the king doesn't need to show mercy to them for your sake, you will kill one after another, and you can slowly collect the corpses for these trash!"

Master's complexion instantly became as dark as mist, and a cold air emerged from his eyes as deep as the sea.

He stretched out his slender right arm, and only heard a "swoosh", the magic sword on his back suddenly jumped up, and then fell into the palm of his right hand, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked directly at Mo Fan: "You Do you really think that this deity will let you do whatever you want?"

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, and his eyes were full of provocation: "What? Are you going to take me into custody again? Come on! You can do it anyway, and take this opportunity to remove the only stain in your life. Be your supreme, incomparably noble Heavenly Venerate Demon Hunting Immortal."

The master's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the dharma sword trembled slightly. A layer of flames emerged from the deep pupils, covering the lost sadness in the pupils, and there seemed to be a trace of pain in the eyes.

Mo Fan didn't pay attention to Master's expression, but turned around and walked towards the wooden house, adding without turning his head while walking: "Today is the last time this king talks to you. From now on, you and I will return to each other. There is no need to have anything to do with it. What this king has done has nothing to do with you."

The blood on the master's face seemed to disappear in an instant, his body swayed as if nothing seemed to exist, and there seemed to be turbulent waves rolling in those indifferent eyes, and the pain dyed in the eyes was clearly visible, obviously ink Fan's words seriously hurt him.

Judging from Master's forbearance and loneliness, this was probably the first time Mo Fan said such decisive and ruthless words to him, so he couldn't bear it for a while.

I was very puzzled at this moment, turned my head to look at Chang Sheng, with a questioning intent in my eyes: What kind of feelings does Master have for Mo Fan?Why do you seem to have troubles?Since he has Mo Fan's place in his heart, why was he so unfeeling towards Mo Fan before?

Chang Sheng shook his head, sighed softly, and could already see the doubts in my heart, and explained in a low voice next to my ear: "Master was rescued by Mo Fan when he killed the beast 2000 years ago, and after that, the two of them stood side by side. Fighting for many years, over time they developed feelings for each other, but this kind of feeling that goes against the way of heaven, Shizun felt at a loss for a while, he only wanted to become the god of heaven, and he didn't want to ruin his own path, and he didn't want to ruin his path. Mo Fan's journey to immortality, so he chose to let go of this relationship for the time being, and temporarily hid his thoughts on Mo Fan in his heart, and worked hard to increase his mana, just to kill more monsters. , should be able to become immortal friends with Mo Fan. In this way, the status and status of the two are very high, and the world may no longer tell stories behind their backs.

It's just that he never expected that Mo Fan would change his temperament drastically because of him falling into the magic fairy, causing huge waves in both the fairy world and the human world.He had to fight against Mo Fan in the identity of Tianzun Demon Hunting Fairy, the two suffered losses in this battle, and finally parted ways. "

Chang Sheng's explanation made me even more puzzled. Even if there was a misunderstanding before, wouldn't Master explain it to Mo Fan afterwards?Why did it come to the point where there is hatred between the couple?

Chang Sheng saw that my brows were deeply furrowed, and probably guessed that I was still in a fog, so he hugged my shoulders, let me lean against his chest, and continued to explain softly: "Master didn't know at the time, once you become a demon hunter , then you should not be greedy for the world of mortals, otherwise you will become a fallen immortal."

I suddenly realized that this is the case, and this should be the reason why Mo Fanzhuan became a magic fairy, right?

That is to say, if Master wants to be with Mo Fan, then he must become a Fallen Immortal.

It's just that Master didn't give up his own way for Mo Fan, but chose the right way in his heart.