I Became the Ancestor of the Villain

  Chapter 91 Don't be frivolous?

  Seeing his sneak attack was easily defeated by Lin Yang, Mo Shan was terrified, he ran out of the cave and wanted to run away.

  Seeing that the medicine sage waved his hand lightly, a black wall of fireworks rose in front of Mo Shan.

  The flame wall exudes a palpitating dark atmosphere.

  Although he doesn't feel the heat on the surface, Mo Shan knows that as long as he dares to touch it even a little bit, even if he is a great master, he will be swallowed up to the point that there is not even a scum left.

  Mo Shan's heart was full of turmoil. Is this really Lin Yang?

  How could it be possible for a small martial artist to suddenly burst into martial arts-level strength?

  He absolutely does not believe that this is Lin Yang's true strength, it must have been temporarily improved to this point through some other means.

  How old is Lin Yang? Sixteen years old, who is as frivolous as Mo, how terrifying will such an evildoer be in the future?

   In time, the entire Tianhan Continent will not be his limit!

   "Who the **** are you?" Mo Shan looked back at Lin Yang under the black robe as if resigned to his fate and asked.

   "What do you think?" Yao Sheng sneered, and looked at Mo Shan leisurely.

  But I can't kill him yet, I have to ask him the secret of how to get back to life from the dead and how to obtain the god-level exercises from him.

  It would be terrible if he was really supported by the power that once destroyed his physical body.

  Mo Shan shook his head calmly: "You can't be Lin Yang!"

   "Hehe." The medicine sage smiled noncommittally, and then said grimly: "Patriarch Mo, you are a smart person, do you understand what I want to know?"

   "What exactly do you want to know?" Mo Shan didn't know why this person suspected of Lin Yang asked this question.

Yao Sheng slowly raised his palm, and a wobbly black flame danced on his fingertips: "Tell me, why did Mo Qingkuang lose his meridians? Where did his god-level exercises come from? Who is supporting you?" The Mo family?"

   "God-level exercises? Kuanger is practicing god-level exercises?" Mo Shan was surprised when he heard this.

  The family founded by the Mo family's royal-level powerhouse has lost countless exercises over hundreds of years, but the highest is no more than a high-level earth-level.

  Mo frivolously practiced a god-level kung fu, no wonder it caused such a big storm in the capital, attracting Yuan Jianzong to lower his figure and come to his little Mo family.

   "Oh? You don't know? Or don't want to say?" The medicine sage's words were a bit playful.

Then he gently and inadvertently kneaded the black flame in his hand into a strange shape: "Let me introduce, this is the devil flame of hell, a strange flame. This kind of flame sticks to people. Water can't be extinguished."

"It will penetrate into your body, starting from the bone marrow, bit by bit, and burn your whole body. It is painful, you must not want to try it." The voice of the medicine sage was like a low voice from hell. Weeping, Mo Shan was terrified.

  Hell Demon Flame is a strange kind of fire, powerful, and it is a wonder of heaven and earth.

   Such a strange kind of fire has some indescribable benefits for the process of refining medicine, and it is the dream of all pharmacists in the world.

  At the beginning, he also spent a great price to tame it for his own use.

  Mo Shan gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear of the flames, and said coldly: "I don't know, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you! If you want to murder a madman, dream it!"

  The medicine sage was not annoyed, and quietly said: "It seems that you don't want to cooperate anymore, it doesn't matter, I will use you when the time comes, and let Mo Qingkuang say it himself."

   "I heard, don't be frivolous. Although he is a dude, he is also a dutiful son. I don't know if your father's life is comparable to those secrets in his eyes?"

   "Don't even think about it!" Mo Shan stared at him, making up his mind that even if he died, he couldn't let him threaten Kuang'er with himself!

   "Before that, I have to ask you to suffer." The medicine sage snapped his fingers, and the flame in his hand slowly floated towards Mo Shan, swaying gently in the air, as if it was about to go out, but it was also extremely strong.

  Mo Shan looked at the slowly drifting black flame, fearing that he would not be able to bear the torture and become delirious and say something.

  Sighed secretly in my heart: "Son! You will definitely avenge your father, right? If you failed to protect you well, your father is sorry for you, and also for your mother! Father will never become your burden, let's go first!"

  He raised his palm and patted Tianling Gai! Resolutely, without hesitation.

  Unfortunately, his goal will not be realized. The palm of his hand was less than an inch above the Tianling Gai for a long time, and then he was restrained by a strange force, and he couldn't let go of it.

   "Death? It's not that easy."

  The black flame continued to approach Mo Shan, flickering as if matching Mo Shan's rapid heartbeat at the moment.

   "Damn it! Can't you even commit suicide?" Mo Shan sighed in his heart, "Forget it, let's see what the torture of this flame is."

  Mo Shan closed his eyes in despair, the gap in cultivation made him powerless to resist.

  At this moment, I feel very regretful in my heart, why did I act rashly, which led to my whereabouts being exposed and being controlled by others.

   But what he didn't know was that the medicine sage had already discovered his position, and he was just waiting for him to come out like a cat and a mouse.

   Seeing that his **** flame was about to burn on Mo Shan's body, Yao Sheng felt a little joy in his heart.

  Since Mo Qingkuang "resurrected from the dead", he and Lin Yang have been restrained all the way.

  Whether Mo Qingkuang snatched the "Nianhua Treasure Book" from the tomb of King Nianhua, or Mo Qingkuang snatched the champion of martial arts in Kyoto.

  Obviously the situation was in the plan of himself and Lin Yang, but in the end it was Mo frivolous who benefited.

   He had to hate Mo frivolously, this little shrimp.

  Thousands of years of living experience made him faintly feel that there must be a huge secret in the existence and rise of Mo frivolous.

  Maybe it was the secret support of the forces that once dealt with him, or something else.

  But when the time comes, if you use Mo Shan as a threat, you can always ask something.

   It would be better if Mo Shan couldn't stand the torment of the flames of hell, and revealed some useful information from his mouth.

  If Mo Qingkuang has been hiding in the capital, it will take a lot of effort to deal with him.

  He squinted his eyes, looking at Mo Shan, who was letting the mermaid go, waiting for him to cry out in pain.

  But the picture he expected did not appear, just when the flame of **** was less than three feet away from Mo Shan's body.

  A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Shan.

  The figure raised its fist, and the bright fist light illuminated almost the entire valley.

   An indomitable energy erupted from the fist, and it unexpectedly shattered the flame of hell.

  The medicine sage looked in astonishment at the figure who smashed the demonic flames of **** with a punch, his eyes showed a look of shock, and even Lin Yang's soul, who had given up control of his body, began to tremble violently.

  His lips moved tremblingly, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

   "Don't...don't be frivolous?"

  (end of this chapter)