MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 585 The outcome is set

  Chapter 585 The outcome has been decided

   Kong Kong, who was hiding in the void, had an ugly expression on his face, and Mo's frivolous formation skills were unexpectedly superb, even better than him.

  He, the proud son of heaven who is touted as the first formation genius in history, has not yet touched the threshold of the eighth-rank formation, and Mo Qingkuang has already started to try to arrange it.

  Looking at the current situation, it seems very likely to succeed!

  Kong Kong didn't dare to wait any longer, the speed of the seal circulation suddenly accelerated, and countless tyrannical auras burst out.

  Thirty seventh-rank spiritual formations are rolling in like a river!

   Mountains of swords and seas of fire, rain of arrows and thunder, and even countless strong lights of poisonous miasma!

  For a moment, the huge arena was colorful, like fireworks exploding, making the noise dazzling.

   Everyone held their breath, the climax of this battle was about to come.

   I don't know whether the thirty seventh-rank spiritual formations are invincible, or one eighth-rank spiritual formation suppresses the Quartet.

  The most important issue now is that the thirty empty spiritual arrays have been arranged, but Mo frivolous eighth-rank spiritual array has not yet formed.

  He still stood where he was, constantly swaying the seal.

   Seeing the empty waves of attacks coming in front of him, Mo Qingkuang still turned a blind eye to it!

   "Kill him! Kill him!" Lin Yang kept shouting in his heart in the distance.

  After further improving his strength, he thought he had thrown Mo Qingkuang away.

  However, Mo Qingkuang had already touched the threshold of an eighth-rank formation mage, and an eighth-rank formation was comparable to the strong Emperor Wudi.

  No matter how confident Lin Yang is, he dare not be sure of victory!

  Secretly expecting that Kongkong can take advantage of Mo's frivolous formation before it takes shape, and defeat him, it is best to kill him!

   "Ang..." The passionate dragon roar suddenly appeared, and the terrifying coercion was suddenly exposed in the sky.

  This dragon chant seemed to shake for nine days, making Kong Kong, who was hidden in the void, tremble involuntarily!

  So strong!

  Thirty spirit arrays were running crazily, and the overwhelming offensive covered Mo Frivolous!

   Just at this critical moment.

  A golden claw protruded from the clouds of the nine heavens, blocking Mo frivolously!

   Gently pinch!

   "Crack!"

   Crisp crackling sound.

  Whether it is rain of arrows, light of swords, shadows of swords or sea of ​​fire, they are all turned into dust in this claw!

  The tyrannical blow of the thirty spirit arrays was so fragile.

  Mo Qingkuang's face was a little pale, and setting up the eighth-rank spirit array would consume a lot of money for him!

  The god-level skills in the body almost plundered the aura of heaven and earth to nourish itself, but it still couldn't recover!

  The clouds in the nine heavens were torn apart, revealing a hundred-foot-long green dragon with shining scales, majestic dragon eyes, and sharp five claws!

   "Four Holy Spirit Formation!" Saint Master Chong Ling turned pale with shock, his expression changed drastically!

   "No, it's the disassembled version of the Four Holy Spirit Formation, the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation."

  Sage Yunluo looked gloomy. At the beginning, Mo Fan set up four holy beast spirit arrays through the dismantling of the four holy spirit arrays. With the combined efforts of the four holy beasts of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, he snatched a chance of life from her.

   Only then has today's Monkey King.

  No one is more familiar with this formation than her!

  Mo Qingkuang is the successor of Lingyuan Saint Master, and even Mo Fan's successor. How could he not know the dismantled version of the four holy spirit formations?

  Although it is only a part of the disassembled version, there is only the Azure Dragon Spirit Formation, which is far less powerful than the Four Holy Spirit Formation that has really reached the ninth rank!

   But that is also a real eighth-rank spirit array, which is comparable to the tyrannical existence of Emperor Wu!

  Even if it can reach the level of the eighth-rank spiritual array, it is not something that thirty Martial Emperors can compete with.

   Not everyone is Mo Fan, it is Lin Yang, it is Mo frivolous, they can fight by leapfrogging!

   Qinglong's power is overwhelming, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mo Qingkuang is already invincible!

   Unless it is empty, it can also enter the eighth-rank level.

  How can it be so simple?

  Mo Qingkuang has the inheritance of the Lingyuan Saint Master, and the comprehension of Mo Fan's third-rank Martial Emperor. After being downgraded and promoted to the spirit hand, he was able to arrange the eighth-rank spirit array, which almost failed.

   How can there be such an adventure in Kongkong?

  Almost everyone has decided in their hearts that the future Mo frivolous must be the number one mage in the mainland, and the future can be expected!

   While my heart was surging, I was also deeply shocked by Mo frivolity!

  A twenty-year-old eighth-rank formation mage, so terrifying, how should I describe it?

   Only the little white tiger lying next to Han Yan'er was depressed, with his huge tiger head drooping, tears streaming down his face, feeling extremely wronged.

  Little master doesn't like me anymore!

  Why didn't he use the White Tiger Spirit Formation?

   Is it because I lost to Kong Kong?

  That was just my momentary carelessness, not that the white tiger is inferior to the green dragon!

  A drop of crystal tears, falling, in the eyes of ordinary people, is like a small waterfall.

   It landed in front of Han Yan'er, splashing a splash of water.

  Han Yan'er turned a blind eye to it, letting the tears of the sacred beast, which are regarded as treasures in the eyes of ordinary people, melt into the ground and splash on her dress.

  At this moment, Han Yan'er's eyes are full of the radiant man surrounded by giant dragons on the ring!

  The number one genius in the entire continent must be my husband!

  My Hanyan'er man is destined to be unrivaled!

  I saw that green dragon seemed to be alive, flying and circling up and down in the sky. Wherever it passed, as long as there was an empty seal, even if it burst!

   One seat,

   Two seats,

  …

ten seats,

  …

  Eighteen seats,

  …

   Thirty seats!

  Thirty seventh-rank spiritual formations, all of which collapsed as if destroyed!

  Under the claws of the holy beast, it is as fragile as half of paper!

  At the later stage of practice, there is a qualitative difference between each major stage, which is almost insurmountable.

  Can the thirty Martial Emperors threaten a real Martial Emperor?

  The answer is no!

   In mid-air, a ball of blood sprayed out, spreading all over the sky.

   This is the thirty large arrays hidden in the void that were broken and suffered serious backlash!

   At the same time, his position was also exposed!

  Mo frivolously focused his eyes, pointed to the direction where the blood was sprayed, and yelled: "Go!"

  The blue dragon roared, resounding through the heavens and the earth, its sharp claws pierced through the void, and grabbed the severely wounded Kong Kong that was spurting blood!

   "Don't! Kong Kong admit defeat!" Master Chong Ling turned pale with shock, he knew that Kong Kong's defeat was doomed.

  He couldn't just watch the disciple he had placed high hopes on be defeated by the Qinglong's claws, and even fly up to save Kong Kong's life.

   Mo Fan, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved, and his body moved faster than the Chongling Saint Master of the Martial Saint Realm.

   Take the first step and stop in front of Master Chong Ling.

   "Saint Master Chongling, you and I have already agreed that the genius battle will be resolved by the younger generation, regardless of life or death, why bother breaking the contract?" Mo Fan said coldly.

   Saint Master Chong Ling was anxious, he didn't bother to explain to Mo Fan, he only knew that he must rescue his disciples!

  I saw his hands with one hand, with a dreadful seal, a pitch-black giant hammer that seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, appeared out of the sky, and swung forward suddenly.

"Step aside!"

   This is a real Ninth Grade Spirit Formation, Giant Spirit Hammer Formation!

   With this hammer, all saints below the fifth rank will end up with their souls destroyed!

  The current number one mage in the mainland really lives up to its reputation!

  Unexpectedly, Mo Fan, whose cultivation base was only at the peak of Wudi, did not dodge or evade, and went straight to meet him!

  A golden giant hammer also appeared in front of him out of thin air, and lifted it upwards!

   "Boom!"

  The two hammers intersected, and a terrifying force shook the space. All the geniuses in the field were dazzled, their ears rang, and blood oozes from their mouths and noses.

   What Mo Fan used was actually the giant hammer array!

  (end of this chapter)