Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1274 Jiang Wu asks for help, ghost array

Jiang Wu's words startled Mo Fan. He felt as if he understood something in his mind, but it was still not very clear.

He stood in the poisonous rain, repeating Jiang Wu's last words over and over again. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I feel like I'm about to figure something out, but in the end I still can't figure it out..."

"How can I find the flaws in this state of mind?"

Mo Fan felt bitter in his heart and finally sighed.

“Senior…Senior, we are all human beings, how can we watch these barbaric monks slaughter the people of our Great Qin?

Jiang begs the seniors to help save the hundreds of thousands of human compatriots in Guanlan City! ! "

Jiang Wu's face was pale, blood was flowing all over the ground, and his strength was draining away madly. Even his voice became hoarse and weak, but at this moment he clenched his teeth and looked at Mo Fan with pleading eyes.

"You are about to die, why do you still have time to pity others?"

Mo Fan sighed. In fact, he didn’t want to take action because he was not a human, but a demon.

Due to their different standpoints, Jiang Wu's heartfelt words naturally failed to move Mo Fan.

Since he started practicing, he has seen too many miserable people. If he had to save every one of them, even a true saint would be powerless.

"Senior, ahem... life and death to me is just a matter of opening and closing my eyes. It is not a big deal. After all, I am just a lonely person.

But they are different. They originally had a happy family and could have lived a peaceful life. But now they are going to die because of the fight between monks like me. How unfair is this to them?

They clearly did nothing, but in the end they will die unknowingly in extreme panic and despair. Jiang cannot bear it, so I beg the seniors to help save them... cough cough cough..."

As Jiang Wu spoke, he began to cough violently. Blood foam kept oozing out of his mouth, and his breath dropped to the lowest point at this moment. However, his eyes were still fixed on Mo Fan, as if he was looking for the last straw.

He knew very well that at this moment, perhaps the only one who could save hundreds of thousands of people in Guanlan City was the senior from the Tianxuan Holy Land in front of him.

"Forget it. I shouldn't have interfered in this matter, but since you just answered my question, I will help you this time and get rid of those barbarian monks for the people of this city."

Mo Fan was finally moved by Jiang Wu's sincerity and decided to take action.

"Boy, you can't even protect yourself, and you're still daydreaming?!"

At this moment, the several barbarian monks in the sky sneered.

Just when Mo Fan and Jiang Wu were talking, they were not idle. Instead, they continuously sacrificed black skulls one after another and set up a strange formation around Mo Fan.

Now that the formation has been completed, they believe that even a powerful human in the early Nascent Soul stage would surely die if he fell into this formation, so they are so fearless.

"These magic weapons are full of ghostly auras. Aren't you barbarians supported by the demons? Why do they seem to have the shadow of ghost cultivators?"

Mo Fan glanced at the skulls around him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

If the one skull just now was considered a coincidence, then now there are nine black skulls appearing, which can no longer be called a coincidence.

Being able to sacrifice such a large number of ghost weapons can only mean one thing, that is, there are very powerful ghost cultivators among the barbarians!

As soon as he thought of this, tiger stripes suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and the world turned from colorful to grayish white.

Sure enough, Mo Fan soon saw a cloud of ghost fog inside the body of one of the barbarian monks in the sky.

"I see!"

A hint of realization flashed across Mo Fan’s eyes.

"Don't waste time talking to this kid, let's activate the Ghost Spirit Formation together and kill him completely!"

The barbarian monk felt uncomfortable with Mo Fan's gaze and gave the order immediately.

At that moment, a group of barbarian monks in the sky put their hands together and began to activate the magic circle.

"Woo——"

Soon, the nine black skulls surrounding Mo Fan began to cry like ghosts. At the same time, endless ghost mist gushed out, transforming into vicious ghosts with bared fangs and claws, and pounced towards Mo Fan.

"These little ghosts actually have the aura of a ghost king. No wonder you are so fearless."

For Mo Fan, who has commanded countless ghost cultivators, he is the ancestor of playing with ghosts. Naturally, he would not take these ghosts seriously, and he could tell the true and false of these evil ghosts at a glance.

"You are quite knowledgeable, but since you know that these are ghost kings, you should also know your own fate!"

In the sky, the leading barbarian monk sneered repeatedly.

You must know that the Ghost Array releases not just one Ghost King, but dozens of Ghost Kings!

With so many ghost kings attacking together, even a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul would have to retreat. How could this young human cultivator below be able to stop them?

His end will surely be extremely miserable!

Sure enough, Mo Fan was soon covered by these ghost kings.

But the next moment, these ghost kings began to scream, turned around and fled in all directions.

"what happened?!"

When the barbarian monks saw this, their faces changed and they didn't understand what was going on.

But they soon saw what was going on.

The human cultivator who was surrounded by the ghost kings disappeared, and was replaced by a huge black vortex. The existence of the vortex seemed to distort the void, and it was constantly devouring the ghost kings.

In just a short moment, most of the Ghost Kings were swallowed up by the vortex, and those who tried to escape could not fly far away and were swallowed up by the terrifying suction force.

"Not bad. Although there are only dozens of ghost kings, we can still create one or two ghost ancestors."

The black vortex disappeared, and Mo Fan's figure appeared. In the palm of his hand, there was a black vortex that became smaller and smaller until it disappeared without a trace.

"what?!"

In the sky, all the barbarian monks were shocked.

"Let's go together and kill him!!"

A cold look flashed in the eyes of the leading barbarian monk, the tattoos on his body glowed, and a strange-shaped weapon similar to an axe appeared in his hand.

The other barbarian cultivators did the same. They all displayed their barbarian weapons and then swooped down to kill Mo Fan.

On the other hand, the barbarian monk who was in the lead had a flash in his eyes. He raised his hand and collected the nine black skulls below one after another. Then he turned around without hesitation and fled away.

Mo Fan saw all of this with a calm look, without a trace of emotion on his face. He simply waved his hand, and a large amount of lightning poured out, covering all the barbarian monks who were swooping down.

Then he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

When Mo Fan disappeared, the barbarian monks who swooped down were instantly blown into pieces by the power of thunder!

Above the sea of ​​clouds dozens of miles outside Guanlan City, several skulls hanging around the neck of a barbarian monk exploded one after another, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a faint sound resounded through the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, which instantly changed the face of the barbarian monk. Then he bit off the tip of his tongue in a rage, and a blood mist burst out, covering his entire body.

Soon he turned into a streak of blood and disappeared in an instant.