Mo Rongzhan came to a forest outside the city. There was an illusory maze here, and spiritual power was fluctuating. Fan Luo should be here.
His cultivation was not as good as Fan Luo's, but it was not difficult to break this maze.
After entering the forest, Mo Rongzhan frowned. Besides spiritual power, there was also demonic power.
In the past, he had heard from Yuxiu that Imperial Emperor Fan Luo's cultivation method was both righteous and evil. That was why he had never accepted a disciple, because not many cultivators of the righteous path could learn his cultivation method. He did not know what exactly was evil about Fan Luo's cultivation method.
"Ahhh!" A loud cry came.
Mo Rongzhan recognized it was Yan Xiaoliu's voice. His eyes darkened, and he immediately flew towards the sound.
Around a small lake, he encountered another barrier.
Yan Xiaoliu's voice came from the wooden house across the lake.
Fan Luo set up a barrier to stop him.
A black sword appeared in Mo Rongzhan's hand, and he slashed at the barrier.
A wall of light flashed, and then disappeared.
Yan Xiaoliu's voice had stopped, and the surroundings were silent.
Mo Rongzhan looked at the lake coldly, "Fan Luo, come out."
His black sword became even darker, and his whole body emitted a powerful spiritual pressure. The barrier in front of him became solid under the spiritual pressure, and a wall of light appeared in his sight. There was already a crack on the wall.
"Emperor Mo." Fan Luo walked out of the wooden house. He walked dozens of meters with each step, and arrived in front of Mo Rongzhan in a few steps. "What do you want?"
"Hand over Yan Xing." Mo Rongzhan's eyes were as cold as ice. Even facing Fan Luo, his aura did not weaken at all.
Fan Luo looked up at Mo Rongzhan indifferently. He had known Emperor Mo for many years. He was the number one person in the Xuantian Continent, who suppressed his cultivation and refused to enter the Upper God Continent, and summoned nine bolts of lightning during the tribulation. Even Venerable Emperors did not have as many as he did.
Everyone knew that in time, Emperor Mo's cultivation would not be weaker than Venerable Emperors, and he might even be the second generation Upper God successor.
However, that was all speculation in the future. Emperor Mo was only a Saint Emperor, and was not a match for him at all.
"He is already my disciple." Fan Luo said indifferently, "No one can take him away."
"Fan Luo, Yan Xing is just a mortal." Mo Rongzhan looked at him coldly. How dare he dream of taking Yan Xiaoliu as his disciple? In the three continents, the most difficult to cultivate were mortals. To be more precise, mortals were the lowest. Otherwise, the Gods of the Nine Heavens wouldn't have abandoned the human world ten thousand years ago, and they wouldn't have given the great demon beasts the opportunity to rule the human world.
"He is not an ordinary mortal." Fan Luo said, "A mortal with a Sea of Qi is qualified to be my disciple."
Mo Rongzhan was astonished. Yan Xiaoliu actually had a Sea of Qi! When did he learn to cultivate?
Impossible! Even if Ming Xi taught Yan Xiaoliu to cultivate, under the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, no matter how talented he was, he would not be able to cultivate a qi sea in such a short time.
"What did you do to him?" Mo Rongzhan asked coldly.
"It's just to make him more suitable to be my disciple," Fan Luo said. "Emperor Mo, are you going to make an enemy out of me because of a mortal?"
Mo Rongzhan pointed his black sword at Fan Luo, "Yan Xiaoliu is not your disciple. Hand him over."
"Even if I hand him over, he won't remember you. He has forgotten all his memories of the human world," Fan Luo said indifferently, "Why do you want a mortal with no memories?"
"Fan Luo!" Mo Rongzhan understood why he heard Yan Xiaoliu's shout. Fan Luo had forcefully erased his memories, "In this human world, you can't do whatever you want."
"At least, you, Emperor Mo, can't stop me from doing what I want." Fan Luo's eyes flashed with ridicule, "Leave. I won't bicker with you today."
Peng —
Mo Rongzhan's sword shattered the barrier, and the tip of the sword stabbed towards Fan Luo's back.
Fan Luo's figure had already appeared on the other side of the lake. He looked coldly at Mo Rongzhan, "Emperor Mo, no matter how strong you are, you are not my opponent."
"Hand Yan Xiaoliu over!" Mo Rongzhan said coldly, and walked towards the wooden house on the other side of the lake.
"No one can take away the disciple that I have my eyes on." Fan Luo said, and a water wall blocked in front of Mo Rongzhan.
Mo Rongzhan slashed the water wall apart, and the water wall instantly transformed into a water beast. It roared and bit Mo Rongzhan's arm. Mo Rongzhan's other hand shook the water beast into water droplets.
Fan Luo waved his hand, and numerous water beasts appeared on the lake surface.
These water beasts were formed by Fan Luo's spiritual energy. Mo Rongzhan used the sand on the lakeside to form a giant beast to block the water beasts for him.
Seeing the giant beast, Fan Luo looked at Mo Rongzhan with an inquisitive gaze.
This Emperor Mo … was slightly stronger than he had expected.
Mo Rongzhan came to the wooden house, but there was no one inside.
"Where's Yan Xiaoliu?" Mo Rongzhan's eyes flashed with anger. Fan Luo wasn't the only one here. Someone had taken Yan Xiaoliu away.
"I said before, Yan Xiaoliu is already my disciple. No one can take him away." Fan Luo said, "Not even you."
Then there's no need to waste words! Mo Rongzhan's expression turned cold, and the black sword in his hand stabbed towards Fan Luo.
In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting in the air above the lake.
This was the first time Fan Luo had truly fought against Mo Rongzhan. After experiencing nine bolts of lightning, Emperor Mo's cultivation was much higher than other Saint Emperors.
No wonder Di Zun valued him so much!
This person … if he was still alive, he would definitely be a threat in the future.
"Emperor Mo, trespassing into the human world is already a crime punishable by death. You dared to offend me today, so it's only natural that I kill you." Fan Luo said calmly, and a slender ice sword appeared in his hand.
"Could it be that your appearance here is the will of the gods?" Mo Rongzhan asked coldly. The reason why Ye Wei knew so much about Yao Yao in the Xuantian Continent was definitely related to Fan Luo, and Wo Sheng's resurrection. "Fan Luo, what is your goal?"
Fan Luo's slender eyes revealed a faint smile. "You're about to die, there's no need to know so much."
Mo Rongzhan felt a strong spiritual pressure enveloping him, suppressing his spiritual energy.
There was still a difference between a Saint Emperor and a Monarch.
He activated his Qi Sea, and released more spiritual energy into the black sword in his hand. The black sword turned into a black iron dragon, and it opened its mouth wide to bite Fan Luo's arm.
The ice sword in Fan Luo's hand turned into an ice beast, and its sharp teeth bit the iron dragon's neck.
Bang —
Mo Rongzhan was repelled by a strong force, and the iron dragon turned into a black sword and fell to the ground. He quickly grabbed the black sword in his hand, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"After you die, I will send you back to the God Continent, and give you a chance to cultivate again." Fan Luo's mouth revealed a faint smile, and the ice beast roared towards Mo Rongzhan.
Suddenly, a Fire Qilin appeared in front of Mo Rongzhan, and it threw the ice beast away.
Fan Luo's expression immediately changed.
A slender white figure appeared beside Mo Rongzhan.
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