Chapter 920
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"It's you stinking brat!" When he saw that the one who had grabbed his storage bag was Long Bufan, Mo Ming's face instantly turned ashen as it turned extremely ugly!
Mo Ming's eyes were filled with dark fury as he suddenly shouted, "Long Bufan, immediately return my storage bag to me and break one of your arms. If you do, I will spare your life!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Long Bufan sneered. He had risked his life to snatch this item and would not give it up because of such a threat. As he spoke, he flapped his dragon wings and soared into the sky. He turned his head and glanced at the lightning winged Demonic Beast that was chasing after him. He did not believe that Mo Ming from the Nine Serene Devil Sect would lose his life for wealth!
Snatching the storage bag was only an appetizer. If Mo Ming really wanted to chase after him and snatch back his storage bag, Long Bufan would definitely let him know what it meant to borrow a beast to kill someone.
When he saw that Long Bufan actually dared to disobey his words, Mo Ming's eyes immediately turned cold as dense killing intent gushed out. The scene before his eyes undoubtedly made him feel as if his face had been ruthlessly stepped on.
Long Bufan's sudden appearance also caused the people from the Northern Continent's sects to be slightly surprised. However, no one paid too much attention to him. This was because at this moment, they were already powerless to protect themselves. How would they have the mood to find trouble with Long Bufan? All of them acted as though they did not see him as they desperately fled towards the area outside the remains.
"Brother Mo, that beast has already caught up. If we don't run now, we won't have another chance!" The bald man with the sinister beast face tattooed on his head hurriedly urged.
This time, Mo Ming was the only one who had obtained a Thunder Symbol Fruit after entering Thundercrash Mountain to search for treasures. This caused him to be somewhat envious. Although the members of the Northern Continent's sects were led by Mo Ming, they were not completely loyal to him. In their opinion, this was only a mutually beneficial relationship.
However, when they saw that Mo Ming's storage bag had been snatched away, this undoubtedly caused the Northern Continent's sects to feel a little better.
Mo Ming's face was extremely dark as he tightly clenched his fists and looked at the lightning winged Demonic Beast behind him that was getting closer and closer. The bastard that had snatched his storage bag had the ability to fly.
In the current situation, it was extremely difficult to snatch back his storage bag. If he was the slightest bit careless, he would likely be swallowed alive by the lightning winged Demonic Beast.
"Long Bufan, you better pray that you can survive and leave these remains. I will let you deeply experience the feeling of a life worse than death. This Hundred Sect Battlefield will be your burial ground!"
Mo Ming stared at Long Bufan in the sky and shouted. If looks could kill, Long Bufan would have died thousands of times already.
Immediately, Mo Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and murderous aura that was about to explode in his heart. He didn't say anything more and directly turned around. His eyes were extremely unwilling as he rushed towards the area outside the ruins.
"I've finally gotten rid of that guy." Looking at Mo Ming's resentful back, Long Bufan flapped his wings and floated in the air as a smile slowly emerged on his face.
If it was in the past, facing Mo Ming, who was at the sixth level of the Divine Sea Realm, would be somewhat troublesome. However, now that he had the Ancient Yin-Yang Formation and the birth of the Dark Flame Primordial Spirit, it was no longer impossible to fight against Mo Ming.
"Roar — —!"
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