"Eh, grandpa, even if you die, let me die to understand, I really don't know what the Demon Emperor is. And, I guess that's not your name, old man, right?"

Mo Fan secretly smiled bitterly, to be honest, although he had been in the Ancient God Empire for more than half a year, there were many things he really didn't know, such as this Demon Emperor.

Listening to the old man's meaning, this name seems to be very loud, and everyone should know it as soon as it is said, but the truth is that he doesn't know anything about it.

"Hehe, they're all dying people anyway, it doesn't matter if you know it or not, I'm not interested in explaining so much. ”

The cold tone of the long-bearded old man made Mo Fan's heart feel cold.

"It's over, it's really dead now. ”

He smiled helplessly and bitterly, blaming him for misestimating the old man's strength.

If he had known that this old man who claimed to be the Demon Emperor was so powerful and would have abolished him with one move, he would not have chosen to stay, and he would have left decisively at the beginning.

It's a pity that there is no regret in this world, and now, he really has only one way to die.

The last bit of hope is probably the tears of Roselle, or the mysterious uncle.

It's a pity, I don't know why, since coming to the island of the Hidden Dragon Temple, the tears of Roselle have not made a sound for a long time.

and the mysterious uncle, who doesn't seem to have any intention of showing up.

Seeing that the old man of the Demon Emperor was about to walk to Mo Fan, suddenly, a terrifying momentum fell from the sky, enveloping the entire lighthouse.

"Demon Emperor, you're running out again!"

A voice suddenly appeared on the seventh floor of the lighthouse.

"Heavenly Sage!ah, this seat is not convinced, this seat is fighting with you!"

The old man of the Demon Emperor was still full of bloodthirsty sneers just now, but as soon as he heard this voice, the sneer immediately froze.

Then, the old man of the Demon Emperor was like crazy, and suddenly burst out with a suffocating terrifying aura, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Mo Fan was the closest to this terrifying aura, he only felt as if he had suddenly been thrown into the abyss of hell, surrounded by a sea of swords and fire, his whole body was in great pain, except that his consciousness was still there, he felt that he was no different from death.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, the voice of the so-called 'Heavenly Sage', he is faintly familiar, and it seems to be very similar to the Hidden Dragon Saint Lord.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, this astonishing suffocating aura of fear disappeared.

Consciousness gradually recovered, Mo Fan gasped and barely opened his eyes.

"Gone?"

The entire seventh layer of the lighthouse, except for him, was only empty, whether it was the old man of the Demon Emperor or the white dragon, they all disappeared.

After resting for a while, his body gradually regained his mobility, and Mo Fan stood up stubbornly, and walked step by step to the position where the old man of the Demon Emperor had been standing before.

"It's really gone!"

Quietly feeling the changes in the aura around him, Mo Fan finally determined in his heart that the old man of the Demon Emperor was indeed gone, and even the aura was dissipating rapidly.

His face turned pale, but he was secretly relieved.

Among all the top existences he encountered, the Old Man of the Demon Emperor may not be the strongest one, but there is no doubt that this one has brought him great pressure, and just now he even made him realize what real death is.

Perhaps, this terrifying aura of hell is more real than real death.

"Hey, what is this?"

Mo Fan was just about to leave, when he suddenly found that there was an extra crystal clear bead under his feet, exuding a not weak aura.

"Dragon's energy?

Wait, I'll go, this can't be the white dragon from before, right?"

Feeling that the dragon qi emanating from the beads was actually familiar to him, Mo Fan was first shocked, and then faintly thought of something, and was immediately overjoyed.

What was the white dragon? If his guess was correct, it was the legendary dragon scale fruit of the seventh layer.

With his current strength, not counting the Soul Devouring Dragon Duel, a three-hundred-year-old dragon scale flower is his limit, and a six-hundred-year-old dragon scale fruit, he didn't even dare to think about it before.

And the facts also confirmed his judgment, the battle with the white dragon just now, even if the Soul Devouring Dragon definitely played an important role beyond imagination, but if there was no accident, the situation was really hard to say.

For example, the Little Five Elements Bible is not afraid of the blue flames, and the cooperation of the old man of the Demon Emperor, without these, let alone defeating the white dragon, he may not even have the ability to approach the white dragon, and he would have died in the blue sea of fire a long time ago.

"It's a good harvest this time, and it's time to go back. ”

Picking up the dragon scale fruit and carefully packing it in a nanmu box, Mo Fan glanced at the seventh layer of the lighthouse, but he didn't have the idea of continuing to go up, turned around and walked in the direction of the lower layer.

The lighthouse is not only seven floors, the higher the place, the things must be more precious, and if you are lucky, you may be able to obtain a better natural treasure than the dragon scale fruit.

But Rengui knew that Mo Fan knew very well that with his current strength, the seventh-layer dragon scale fruit was already beyond his limit, and if it went any further, he would definitely not be able to cope with it, and he would only delay time in vain.

As for the seventh layer, I don't know if it's because of the old man of the Demon Emperor, except for the dragon scale fruit left by the white dragon, the other dragon scale grass or dragon scale flowers are actually gone, and it is impossible for him to get some back.

After returning to the sixth floor again, grabbing a lot of dragon scale grass, and filling all the fifteen Nanmu boxes, Mo Fan chose to leave.

A few days later, in the room, Mo Fan opened his eyes and then looked out the window.

"Strange, why did I sleep again this time? It's dawn, and I don't know how long I slept this time?"

It had been many days since he came back from the lighthouse, and Mo Fan clearly remembered that on the first day he came back, after eating with his sister Xiaoyu, he couldn't help it, and fell asleep directly.

Although it was not a long time to sleep, it was a full two days and two nights.

If it was just accidental, it would have been fine, but in the next few days, similar situations have appeared one after another.

Sometimes even halfway through eating, he couldn't help but lie on the dining table and fell asleep directly, but Lan Fengzi sent him back.

It was a strange situation, he didn't have this drowsiness before.

However, the elder of the Hidden Dragon Temple, who was the best at healing, had carefully examined him, and was very sure that his physical and mental state were fine.

In fact, not only one or two patriarchs, but also many people in the temple who were good at treating incurable diseases, but still found nothing.

It is said that in the end, it was the Holy Lord who personally spoke to make sure that Mo Fan did not have any disease problems, and those people in the temple did not come to disturb Mo Fan's brothers and sisters because of curiosity.

The Holy Lord usually doesn't open his mouth easily, and once he does, no one in the entire Hidden Dragon Temple will doubt the judgment of the Holy Lord.

Not only the people in the temple, Mo Fan also believed in the judgment of the Hidden Dragon Holy Lord.

But if he is not sick, how can he explain this sudden drowsiness?

(End of chapter)