In the center of the Canglan Continent, there is a mountain named Canglan, its peak towers into the sky, the fog is shrouded all the year round, the monsters are everywhere, and there are killing machines everywhere.

There is a fallen immortal valley in Canglan Mountain, and the surrounding terrain is steep, and the miasma is like a membrane separating this place from the surroundings, as if it is in another time and space.

Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, the gods and demons fought a great war, and one fight was hundreds of years, and the powers of the Cave Heaven and Flying Feather Realm destroyed the heavens and the earth with their hands, causing countless powers to die in the Valley of Fallen Immortals. Some of them were unwilling to die like this, and their spirits and demon seeds were like fire and perished, wandering around the Valley of Fallen Immortals, devouring each other, trying to keep themselves in a certain state, so that they could catch the scattered cultivators who came here alone to hunt for treasure and be reborn.

Helplessness is also about conditions, spiritual power and ** can match less, as long as there is a little imbalance, it will directly end up in the end, not to mention that any one of them is a famous giant back then?

But who is willing to give up the only opportunity to make a comeback except to dissipate between heaven and earth?

In the end, these ghostly spiritual fires and demon seeds, as well as the miasma of death, became the origin of the fierce place in the Valley of Fallen Immortals.

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A streamer of light swept through the west at a rapid speed, not caring about the consequences of breaking the calm of the Fallen Immortal Valley, like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down towards the bottom of the valley.

Countless colorful points of light, accompanied by rumbling shouts and shouting, followed closely, as if the soul eater bee that had been stabbed in the old nest, the magic tricks, talismans, immortal weapons and magic weapons bombarded indiscriminately as if they didn't want money, as if they would never stop until the culprit was broken into thousands of pieces!

The flying boat was wrapped in Mo Fan's spiritual power and shuttled through the layers of attacks, and before it landed, it turned into powder because of excessive damage, causing him to fall directly to the ground from mid-air, and the wolf rolled several times in succession, and finally hit a dead tree and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Rao is that he has an endless stream of magic weapons and means, and after being chased and beaten for more than half a year, he has to come to the end of the mountain.

Sensing the freshness of the outsiders, the countless floating souls and demon seeds in the Fallen Immortal Valley quietly gathered, even though Mo Fan's body was already at the end of the crossbow, but it was the body of the Soul Condensing Realm! Although it was only the Soul Condensing Realm, after all, it was still rare for a refiner, a powerful divine soul and a strong body like Mo Fan, how long had they not seen it?

And it's also a soul condensing realm that has become extremely fragile because of serious injuries!

It was just as they were about to approach that an invisible ripple suddenly swept out from Mo Fan's body, and several terrible wails pierced the sky, causing the remaining points of light to quickly scatter and flee after shrinking......

At the same time, a fat white claw poked out of a hole in Mo Fan's clothes, and seemed to find that this was not the neckline that he usually went in and out of.

The last body protection vestment of a generation of refining masters was destroyed by Fat Claw......

"Huh?" The lingering and seductive cry, accompanied by a small plush head, finally flipped out of his pocket after a few flutters in Mo Fan's helpless and funny eyes.

It was a transparent and snow-white little milk cat, less than the size of Mo Fan's palm, and a pair of blue eyes seemed to reflect the purest soul of the entire Canglan Continent.

With Mo Fan fleeing for more than half a year, she was incredibly clean, and even when she saw people so miserable, she raised her fat paws and slapped the other party in disgust.

It's so weak! It's almost taken away by those guys who don't have nutrition!

"Baby, this is the last stop!" Mo Fan didn't mind that there were three more blood marks on his handsome face for no reason, so he only gently pinched the pink flesh pad and kissed it, "The old man doesn't know where to go, what should I do if I leave you alone after that?"

The little milk cat fried its fur, and slapped it again, but was blocked by Mo Fan with a smile. After that, regardless of her wishes, she directly raised the last remaining spiritual power in the meridians, hollowed out the trunk of an old tree that had long been lifeless, stuffed the kitten into it, and then used her body to block it tightly.

The half-ruined spiritual sea had long been exhausted, and the divine soul was overflowing, and the spiritual power was completely dried up, Mo Fan let out a 'wow', and couldn't help but spit blood again,

"Hey, didn't you just create the 'Ninety-Nine Xuanlei Tribulation'?"

Leaning lazily under the old tree, his back was scratched wildly by the little milk cat's paws. Mo Fan is open-minded by nature, life does not bring death and cannot be taken away, the left and right magic clothes have long been broken, and if he scratches it, he will die without clothes, so he is crossed on one knee and looks up at the sky of the Fallen Immortal Valley. The sky of this Fallen Immortal Valley is so blue!

As the strongest refining master of the two realms, he Mo Fan was afraid that he had never been so miserable before he became famous. Even ordinary refiners are embraced by a bunch of followers, and they even sit on the most elite mountain range in Xisizhou, which is really a thousand times better than the emperors of the mortal world! Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every day, there are people holding rare treasures and begging them to open the furnace and refine the weapons......

If it weren't for the fact that no one in the Canglan Continent had been able to fly into immortals for thousands of years, and the spirits above the Hunting Pill Realm were even more directly vacuum, he would not have been curious and wanted to use refining weapons to spy on the heavenly opportunities.

As a result, the artifact of 'Taiyi' has not yet been refined, but the 'Ninety-Nine Xuantian Thunder Tribulation' has been summoned inexplicably, making the good and evil realms mistakenly think that they have refined the artifact, and the Jinjing Flying Feather is just around the corner.

And I was afraid that I would not share this God-given benefit, so I simply ran in a group to chase and kill myself! Even those who were still on their side at the beginning mostly turned against their own blades, right?

Just saying a thousand things and ten thousand, who would believe that 'Taiyi' is just a half-refined work?

"Heh!" Mo Fan suddenly smiled sarcastically.

Even so, what can it be? Although his cultivation is only in the Soul Condensing Realm, he is still a refining master, everyone shouts to fight and kill happily, but he is not so easy to deal with, there are a total of eighty-one sects on four continents, thirty-six city lords, and a total of thousands of people are trying to encircle and suppress him, and now, ......

"Where to escape!" A shout brought back Mo Fan's mind to leave away, and the continuous sound of 'whooshing' broke the calm of the Fallen Immortal Valley, and in less than five breaths, Mo Fan's surroundings were already full of hundreds of people.

And this is also the number of people who can hunt him down in the end.

It's a pity, it's a pity!Mo Fan smiled slightly.

It is not yet known who will kill the deer!

"Welcome, welcome!" Mo Fan wiped the blood from his lips and looked at the group of men and women who looked no better than himself.

Old enemies, former allies, subordinates, friends...... Oh, and the wretched Holy Sect of the who clamored for him to repair the pillars for the temple every day!

"Grandmaster, hand over the artifact!" the holy woman's expression was Bingling, and there was still some pity in her face, "For everyone's good, as long as you are willing to hand it over, I will come forward to leave you a whole corpse and put it in the ground." ”

"Righteousness, the left and right are all to rob, why should the saint pretend to be high?" The Tianluo Old Ancestor of the Royal Demon Gate laughed, pulled out the star-breaking double claw chain made of a pair of beast claws around his waist, and shouted to Mo Fan with greed in his cloudy eyes, "Hand over the artifact, the old man will give you a good time directly!"

As soon as the words of Tianluo Ancestor came out, everyone who was eager to try, and even the saintess who was originally in a high posture, immediately frowned and quickly swept back, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

That pair of star-breaking double-claw chains are five-grade spiritual weapons, and under Mo Fan's supernatural refining, they can even replenish the spiritual power of Tianluo Ancestor by devouring other people's spiritual power and vitality, and can even increase the effect of attacks. Since Mo Fan handed over this Broken Star Claw Chain to the Heavenly Luo Ancestor, the Shura Sect has dominated the Northern Continent since then, and the demon cultivators on the side may not be embarrassed, but when the spiritual cultivators are close, there is no other choice but to die!

I don't know how many innocent souls have been harvested by the Star Breaking Double Claw Chain, and the resentment and ferocity in it have become more and more intense over the years, or maybe the initial refining is to use the demon seed of the Tianluo Ancestor Blood Contract Demon Beast, this spiritual weapon has more or less spiritual wisdom, and even the temper of the Tianluo Ancestor who holds it all day long has been affected more and more uncertainly, and even kills people at every turn, and goes everywhere to find people to challenge.

The strength of the Heavenly Luo Ancestor itself is already the Great Perfection of the Transformation God Realm, and with this Star-Breaking Twin Claw Scythe, it is enough to leapfrog the spiritual cultivation of the Hunting Pill Realm Ascension Period. With such a strange spiritual weapon in his hand, over time, no one wants to go against him.

Only Mo Fan was still sitting in place without fear, lazily squinting his eyes.

"With a scrap product for practicing hands, you dare to shout with this sect......" He looked at the claw chain that even the spiritual fire had to retreat, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and raised his eyebrows, "Tianluo, you are really going back more and more." ”

Mo Fan's attitude was too disdainful, which made the tried-and-true Tianluo Ancestor suddenly startled, and his eyes widened and a relaxed old face was piled together, his expression was very ugly, and he gritted his teeth word by word and said slowly,

"What did you say!?"