Fan Mo nodded and took out the shiny magic ice.

As soon as the magic ice came out, everyone was shocked.

The little bit of shame that Fang Cai immediately turned into anger.

"Qin Wusheng, since there is already Demon Ice here, why do you want to let them go to the Demon Ice Field, wouldn't it be death to go like that?"

"Like, who knows where that door leads?"

"Who the hell are you, could it be that you are a demon in disguise?"

"It's not good, I heard that the demon clan has a thousand-faced demon, and they are the best at pretending to be someone else, they are only afraid that it is not Qin Wusheng and Young Master Fan, we are fooled."

As soon as these words came out, someone with an unstable heart immediately stepped forward to surround the two.

Mingming's eyes swept over everyone coldly, these people did not have them when they charged, and when they stood on the moral high ground and accused others, they had their heads in the way.

Fan Mo's delicate eyebrows furrowed.

He glanced at Mingmei and said softly, "I'm coming, little heart to your hand." ”

Mingmei had some weird emotions in her heart, and she couldn't help but want to beat up this thing.

Dough beeped quietly: "...... I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore. ”

Mingmei stretched out her hand, bent her fingers, and bounced away.

The dough covered his head. “…… Boom! ”

People just happened to know the host's thoughts and spoke along with the host, so why should they be bulleted if they follow it?

The host is getting harder and harder to serve!

Fan Mo slowly pulled out his long sword, and his momentum was solemn, as if he was pulling out a long river and a mountain.

Everyone had a strange mood in their hearts, and Fan Mo in everyone's memory was still the third-layer waste wood of the martial artist, but looking at the current situation, it didn't seem to be the case.

Can the third layer of the martial artist have such the momentum of sword splitting the five mountains?

Everyone involuntarily retreated.

However, it was too late.

Fan Mo's long sword swept out, and the closest person standing immediately flew out upside down, flying to the road with blood flowing, looking like he was extremely seriously injured, and those who were far away were also uncomfortable, and they all used their skills to resist Fan Mo's sword qi, but they were still cut by the sharp sword qi.

When everything calmed down, everyone's faces suddenly turned pale.

Those who are far away have lost at least ten years of strength, and those who fly out upside down have lost at least twenty years of strength, plus an internal injury that may not be cured.

For a moment, there was a cry of pain on the ground.

"Is he Fan Mo?"

"He's not a martial artist at the third layer, is he?"

"He's a Martial Saint! This is the realm that only martial saints have. ”

The expressions on everyone's faces were wonderful.

What kind of world is this, in the past, there was a martial saint for decades, and even more for hundreds of years, there was no martial saint, but this year, there were martial saints one after another.

What's even more terrifying is that the Fan family of the Brahma faction actually has two martial saints, looking at the appearance of Qin Wusheng, they are not close to the world, but they are close to Fan Mo, and it seems that they will also be people from the Brahma sect in the future.

In this way, the Brahma sect has three martial saints?

When I thought about it, my breath suddenly became stagnant.

Instantly understood which sect's thigh to hug in the future, thinking that they had offended the two martial saints in an instant......

The whole scene seemed to suddenly resound with mournful music......

Fan Mo's cold eyes swept over everyone, his gaze fell to brightness, he blinked his long eyelashes, revealing an expression of asking for praise.

Bright: "......"

Fan Mo's expression was still persistent.

Mingmei: "......" looked at it again, and cooked him.

The doughnuts just wanted to say, okay, okay, I'll light the fire.

When the words came to his lips, he covered his mouth tightly.

Forget it, it's a matter of life, it's related to the son of luck, or wait a while before you speak, what if, the host's mouth is upright?

Fan Mo didn't regret not getting Mingming's praise, he keenly noticed that Mingming's ears seemed to be a little red, and he was immediately refreshed when he found it.

She's so cute!

The corners of Fan Mo's lips couldn't help but rise.

Mingmei frowned: "......" What is he laughing at? I really want to beat it up.

Dough dumplings: "......" don't want to dig a pit to bomb it, it won't be fooled!

Mingmei took the magic ice and waved it out.

The shiny magic ice was evenly scattered in the air, covering thousands of households.

After those magic ice came out of the storage bag, they suddenly became very large, and each one of them shone with colorful light in the sunlight, and the whole city was colorful for a while, and the halo flowed, and it looked extremely beautiful.

Everyone stared blankly at the beautiful scenery in front of them, and couldn't even speak.

Bright rose and stood on a piece of magic ice that carried her to and fro over the city, like the leader of a parade of soldiers, with the momentum of dominating all things.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Different from everyone's stunned expressions, Fan Mo frowned slightly, he vaguely felt that Mingmei was arranging a formation, which was a huge formation that required great spiritual power.

He remembered the strand of white hair on Mingmei's forehead, and his heart ached as if it had been pricked by a needle.

He flew forward and stopped the brightness that was muttering and mantras.

Mingmei looked at him indifferently. "What do you do?"

Fan Mo's face was tense, and his tone was unquestionable. "I'll be the eye."

"You understand?" Bright looked at him.

Fan Mo's heart sank, it seemed that it was indeed what he had guessed. "I couldn't go down the mountain before, so I was bored and flipped through some miscellaneous books."

Mingmei looked at the city below, and someone curiously hid in the shadows and looked up at the sky, pointing at the two people above the magic ice.

She whispered, "You can't be the eyeball. ”

"How do you know if you don't try, I'm born different from others, maybe my use is here?"

Fan Mo's expression was firm.

Mingmei looked at him silently and said calmly: "Aren't you afraid of paying any price?" ”

"Not afraid?"

"What if you lose a lifetime of luck?"

"It's a big deal to be the same as before, anyway, with the jade pendant you gave, I'm not afraid!"

"If so...... Dead? ”

Mingmei raised her head, staring at Fan Mo for a moment, if there was a trace of falsification on his face, he would not escape her eyes.

Fan Mo's heart ached.

Of course, he was afraid of not being killed, but he suddenly felt that if he exchanged his life for hers, he was not afraid.

He said softly: "Don't be afraid, you just try." ”

Mingmei was silent, and it was not good to say anything more for a while, she took a few steps back and motioned for Fan Mo to stand on the magic ice.

Fan Mo frowned and didn't frown.

Mingmei whispered a few words and turned to leave.

Behind him, with Fan Mo as the center, pieces of demon ice seemed to be ignited by something invisible from his side, bursting out with colorful light. The sky-high light reached the top of the nine heavens, and below, wisps of demonic energy were sucked up from thousands of households, and became a cloud of icy black gas in the sky above the city, and finally absorbed by the demonic ice.

Fan Mo's ink hair flew into the air like jade, his delicate eyebrows and eyes became sometimes bewitching, sometimes holy, his long eyelashes covered his cold eyes, and his tightly pursed lips were serious and plump.

At this moment, he is the god of the world and the demon of the world.