The real world

Venerable Qianling stood with his hands in his hands, with a solemn expression on his face.

According to the news from the clone just now, Mo Fan was taken away again, and the opponent's strength was still at the eighth-grade realm.

"Alas!", Venerable Qianling sighed helplessly, "How can this kid be so troublesome!"

"Dad!", Qianyu Rou took a light step and threw herself into the arms of Venerable Qianling, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Venerable Qianling pinched her daughter's tender face and said, "I'm waiting for you Brother Mofan."

"Brother Mofan", Qian Yurou raised her head: "Isn't he still half a month to come back?"

Before Venerable Qianling could answer, a light flashed in front of the two, and Mo Fan was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Brother Mo Fan!", Qian Yurou shouted, "Dad, what's wrong with Brother Mo Fan?"

Venerable Qianling used his telekinesis to float Mo Fan in the air, causing him to fly to the room he had been to before.

He took his daughter and said, "Your brother Mofan has been taken away again." ”

Qian Yurou: "Huh?"

"You don't understand the detailed explanation, go and cultivate", Venerable Qianling touched Qianyurou's head and said, "When you advance to the third grade, Daddy, I can fulfill your wish." ”

Qian Yurou was immediately happy when she heard it, and hurriedly ran to practice, the last time her sister was promoted to the second grade, her father also said the same, after the matter was completed, she was sent to the handle to fall into the snow, which made Qian Yurou envious.

Venerable Qianling looked at the back of Qianyu Rou leaving, his gentle expression gradually became serious, he walked up to Mo Fan, put his palm against his forehead, and probed Mo Fan's mind with his spiritual power.

After half a sound, Venerable Qianling took a long sigh and muttered: "This kid's life is really hard, fortunately, the clone beat that guy half to death, although the soul ability is still very strong, but for Venerable Qianling, it is still within the scope of the solution." ”

Venerable Qianling took out a bottle of "Breaking God Pill", knocked out two pills and threw them into Mo Fan's mouth.

"This is your only chance to survive!", Venerable Thousand Feathers said solemnly.

With that, he sat on the ground and put out a trace of spiritual power into Mo Fan's body.

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At this time, Mo Fan came to a world of corpses and a sea of blood, countless skeletons surrounded him, and the two eyed skeletons were glowing with scarlet killing intent.

"Again!", Mo Fan said, quickly distanced himself from the skeletons, but outside the circle with a diameter of one meter, there were already all skeletons.

"Damn! Directly force me to death", Mo Fan was in a dilemma, there was no solution at all, he tried to become an Ultraman, but it had no effect at all.

"It's over, it's really dead this time!", Mo Fan sat on the ground, looking at the skeletons that were getting closer and closer, a frightened expression appeared on his face.

"Mo Fan", the figure of the Venerable Qianling appeared around Mo Fan.

"Senior Qianling!", Mo Fan was pleasantly surprised, and quickly stood up, "Senior Qianling, do you know how to leave?"

Venerable Qianling stretched out his hand, and a pile of light particles condensed into a golden hoop rod, and he swung it horizontally forward, easily shattering a pile of skeletons into pieces.

"Wow!handsome!", Mo Fan, clenched his fists, his eyes shining.

"Then!", Venerable Qianling threw the stick to Mo Fan, riding the skeleton to be some distance away from the two of them, and said: "I can't stay here for too long, so to make a long story short, from now on, you take this stick and break up these skeletons, don't stop, this is a battle of willpower, you can't be as opportunistic as last time, you only have this chance to survive, understand?"

Mo Fan nodded, after all, he couldn't underestimate the matter related to his own life.

Venerable Qianling was slashed away by a cloud of blood mist the moment Mo Fan nodded.

Mo Fan was not intimidated by the blood mist, he held a stick in his hand and looked around cautiously.

"Hahaha!", the voice of the purple sweet potato essence sounded beside him, "Mole ant, so many skeletons, how can you kill them?" It is better to surrender as soon as possible and dedicate your body to this king, and this king can consider building a tombstone for you when the time comes, and be with my pet!Hahahaha!"

"Noise!", Mo Fan looked cold, and threw a stick in front of a pile of skeletons, scattering them.

"Purple Potato, as long as I win, I will let you even repair a tombstone. Mo Fan scoffed.

He feels like a doomsday hero now, handsome and responsible at the same time, and if he wants to give up, it will never be possible!

Although the strength of the skeleton is very low, and it will be scattered with one blow, but it can't stand the large number, Mo Fan looked at the endless sea of skeletons and felt a little troublesome, but there was no way, he could only go to the black one way and keep fighting, so that it was possible to win.

"Mole ant, this king will see how long you can last!", the voice of the purple potato came from Mo Fan's side.

"Yes...... Hold on until you die!", Mo Fan swung his stick one after another, he used his cloak and sticks, and suddenly his safety range expanded a little.

"Ha!", Mo Fan lowered his head and panted, the stick was thrown on the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, dripping, he had been waving for an unknown amount of time without stopping, here, he couldn't feel the concept of time.

"Ants are ants, tsk, what a waste!", Purple Potato mocked, the blood mist around him condensed his disdainful smile and sexy chin.

"You're a ...... It's noisy!", Mo Fan grabbed the stick and shouted, frantically scattering the skeleton, he didn't have too many ideas, no cloak, no goal to win, the only thought was - hit! Hit hard! Hit hard until he couldn't fight anymore!

"That's right! That's it! The more crazy the struggle, the closer you are to the final death!", Zishu said like a pervert.

"It's not fun at all! How about we have something interesting?", the blood mist condensed the big purple potato head of the Xuan Hades King, and said in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Fan watched the skeleton stop moving forward, and his sanity gradually returned, he held the stick in his hand, looked up and asked, "What game?"

"It's very simple", the purple sweet potato essence smiled again: "I remove the skeleton and replace it with something else, and the number is limited, as long as you kill it, I kill myself, can I?"

"Anything else?", Mo Fan asked.

"Don't worry", the purple sweet potato essence gave Mo Fan an ugly smile: "I will never make it difficult for you, it's not very strong, and it has the same combat power as a skeleton." ”

"The same combat power ......", Mo Fan squinted, thinking, there is definitely fraud here, I'm afraid it's not to kill me.

"How's that?" said Purple Sweet Potato, "Do you agree?"

Mo Fan shook his head decisively, "I don't agree!"

"What!", Zi Potato's expression became more and more angry: "This king is kind enough to give you a choice, but you are so disrespectful!"