After 300,000 years of being closed, the elegant Dujun Mansion still echoed with the fragrance of fairy grass that makes people feel relaxed and happy. Wherever the vitality of heaven and earth is strong, a few white airflows that seem to be substantial will float across the place.

"I haven't breathed such fresh air in a long time."

Mo Ran was in a good mood when he was promoted to the realm of the Divine Emperor. The first thing he did when he went out was to take a breath of fresh air.

Suddenly, waves of energy fluctuations came not far away, breaking Mo Ran's soothing mood. With a frown on his eyebrows, Mo Ran immediately found two extremely powerful auras rising quietly, but one of them was extremely familiar.

"Zi'er?" Feeling a relatively weak aura coming from outside the Poison Lord Hall, Mo Ran immediately noticed the master of this aura.

As he murmured, Mo Ran's figure flashed and he quickly came to the outside of the Poison King Hall.

Coming out of the Poison Lord Hall brought Mo Ran's extremely angry scene into his eyes.

The powerful people who went to the Poison Lord Tower to explore treasures were now surrounded outside the courtyard. At this time, they were looking at the two powerful people with vigor rising and murderous intent in the center of the courtyard with great interest.

Lu Xiachu and Mo Zi.

At this time, the two of them were simmering murderous intent on their faces, staring at each other tightly, and the divine weapons of the heavenly artifacts were pressed in their hands. Judging from the situation where their chests were constantly rising and falling, it was obvious that they had just experienced a big battle, which made the two of them feel more or less tired.

Mo Ran couldn't help but get angry when he looked at it. Although he didn't know why Mo Zi fought with Lu Xiachu, he could not let go of those who bullied his son for any reason.

He hurriedly walked up to him, Mo Ran patted Mo Zi on the shoulder, frowned and asked, "Zi'er, what happened? Why did he fight with him?"

When everyone saw Mo Ran coming out, they were obviously stunned. Over the past 300,000 years, everyone has traveled around the Poison King Hall more than several times, in order to find items to pass the level. Naturally, they have seen each other many times, but the only thing is that Mo Ran has not appeared once in the past 300,000 years.

After 300,000 years of separation, we met again. Mo Ranchang was immediately seen by everyone, and at the same time, a scream sounded.

"The God Emperor's First Level? What a fast cultivation speed~"

"It's only 300,000 years, and two consecutive realms have spans. How did he do it?"

Even Yin Ziyi was very knowledgeable, he could not help but be shocked, let alone those strong men who have always been arrogant and arrogant.

Luo Shen saw Mo Ran and his eyes lit up, but then he immediately spoke, "Good boy, he has achieved the position of the Divine Emperor in just 300,000 years. He is indeed a genius. Mo Ran, you came out at the right time. Now someone is planning to take over."

"Terrorize?" Mo Ranwen Zhi was stunned, and his face became gloomy: "What's going on?"

Mo Zi gritted her teeth, stared at Lu Xiachu with anger, and replied: "This old guy is unlucky and has not found the clearance item. He plans to steal mine."

As soon as this said, Mo Ran glared at Lu Xiachu and said, "This is the truth?"

Lu Xiachu was originally shocked by Mo Ran's changes, but when he saw that he was only the first level of the God Emperor, he said coldly: "Mo Zi, quickly hand over the level of the level of the Immortal Grass in your hand. I can spare you death. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending you down to the underworld first." Lu Xiachu said, his eyes aiming in the air from time to time.

Mo Ran followed Lu Xiachu's gaze and saw that Fu Quan was sitting not far away, with a thin and short sandalwood hanging above his head.

The sandalwood has been burned to halfway and will be burned out soon. Mo Ran immediately understood: "I think it's the deadline for 300,000 years. Lu Xiachu must have found the wrong item to pass the level and lost his qualification, so he became interested in robbing it."

Mo Zi has not wasted all these 300,000 years. With the sacred soul that Mo Ran gave him, he has also reached the level of the intermediate-level divine emperor. However, he still has the ability to encounter an old high-level divine emperor like Lu Xiachu.

After fighting for half of the incense stick, Mo Zi gradually got at a disadvantage. With the help of Luo Shen, there was no problem with the time of the incense stick. However, the masters of the God Alliance were in unison, and Sun Yuan was even more displeased with Mo Ran's father and son, who were weak, and he immediately stopped Luo Shen. In this way, Mo Zi was almost in trouble.

Mo Ran had seen the situation on the stage for a long time. When he was angry, he heard Lu Xiachu's slightly arrogant threatening words. Mo Ran glared at his eyes, and two gloomy cold lights burst out. He stood in front of Mo Zi without saying anything, and said in a deep voice: "Zi'er, retreat, and hand him over to his father."

"Huh?" These confident words came out of Mo Ran's mouth, which immediately stunned all the strong.

"What a great courage. A first-level divine emperor dares to challenge the high-level divine emperor?" "I really don't know how to live or die. Even my son can't beat him. What role can a man who is even lower than his son do?" Seeing this, Bai Xuanrou curled his lips and muttered disdainfully.

"It's interesting now." Yin Ziyi originally wanted to help Mo Zi, but seeing that there were powerful people from the Divine Alliance around him, it was naturally inconvenient to take action. But when Mo Ran appeared, the wise old man laughed and said to himself: "There is still half a stick of incense, and it seems that it will be difficult for Lu Xiachu to get this level of immortal grass."

In the eyes of Yin Ziyi and others, although the first-level divine emperor is much worse than the high-level divine emperor, it is not difficult to hold on to half the incense stick.

"When Lu Xiachu said wildly, his expression became cold, and his energy surged out. Between the long sword in his hand, waves of sharp sword lights jumped at the tip of the sword: "I'll say it again, hand over the Immortal Grass of Passing the Level, and you father and son can survive."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ran curled his lips slightly and showed a very disdainful smile and said, "I'm so arrogant, just because of you, the incomparable high-level god emperor?"

"Bold~" After being obstructed and despised by Mo Ran again and again, Lu Xiachu was furious and shouted angrily, raising his sword and stabbing Mo Ran. This time he took action, he even tried his best.

Time was not long, so Lu Xiachu could not continue to waste it. With a sudden move, tens of thousands of sword lights flashed in the air, forming a huge sword net, and at the same time covered Mo Ran and Mo Zi's father and son.

"The top-grade heavenly artifact?" Mo Ran looked at Lu Xiachu who was coming towards him with confidence, and his mouth was filled with indifferent smiles. Now he is no longer the weak man who only has the realm of a mid-level divine general. The transformation of the martial arts world in his body not only allowed him to have a higher level than the Divine Emperor, but the most important thing is that at that moment, Mo Ran understood the "momentum" that most people had never understood

Looking at the clear stream flowing above the sword light of Lu Xiachu, Mo Ran smiled slightly, stomped his feet gently, and a thunder roar flashed by. Mo Ran jumped up, and the artifact did not come out, and he only swung his fists and hit it out.

"Bang~bang~bang~bang~"

In an instant, the fist shadows flew in the sky, and the strong wind stormed wildly. The fist shadows as big as a casserole were smashed into the sword lights in the sky, shattering them to pieces.

The faint yellow light on Mo Ran's body immediately made all the strong men look at him and amazed: "What a terrible momentum, it is not much inferior to Lu Xiachu? Is this the strength of the first-level divine emperor?"

Watching by the sidelines, Sun Yuan and Bai Xuanrou's pupils contracted into small ones, looking incredibly at the "weak" in their hearts, and it hasn't recovered for a long time.

Mo Ran, this "weaker" who was once regarded as an ant has shown strength that is not weaker than his own. What's going on?

At this time, Yin Ziyi, Mu Xu, Shi Zhi and others also showed a unique look of surprise. When they looked at each other, their hearts became even more turbulent like waves.

"No wonder, this kid dared to take risks alone and was not afraid of facing the powerful Divine Emperor. It turned out that he actually hid such a powerful force. If he had come out earlier, no one would dare to underestimate him so much."

The old god Luo looked at Mo Ran and kept nodding. In his eyes, Mo Ran, who had once made all the brave and powerful people in the continent, was back.

At this time, Lu Xiachu couldn't believe his eyes. Through the ten thousand sword lights, he could see that Mo Ran on the opposite side was not exhausted too much, and was breaking his attack like he was fine. He glanced at the shrinking fragrance. Lu Xiachu had no intention of fighting with Mo Ran. He just used his full strength.

"Running~"

As soon as the sword was rolled, Lu Xiachu roared angrily, and his old figure twisted out of thin air, bringing up countless cool water flows, spraying out from the tip of the sword. The water flowed in one place, as if a river of heaven was opened up in the sky. The vast river water was rushing, as if it was about to submerge Mo Ran in this long river of vitality, rolling up the surging waves and smashing Mo Ran towards Mo Ran.

Not far away, Luo Shen was watching happily, feeling the powerful water surge, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Running ~, Moran, be careful~"

The hurried reminder made Luo Shen move quickly and prepare to help.

Sun Yuan wanted to die, so it was not easy for Luo Shen to intervene. Seeing Luo Shen move, Sun Yuan hurriedly used his skills, and two waves of fire emerged like a blue dragon, immediately blocking Luo Shen's way: "Leave it for me."

"Go to die." Seeing this, Luo Shen was furious. He raised the Dragon Emperor Shield in his hand and immediately resisted the two Canglong dragons. The King's lower-grade magic weapon, the Dragon Emperor Shield, shone brightly, and thousands of golden lights shot up, directly stabbing the two flamed dragons with holes. Although Luo Shen used the power of the magic weapon to tie Sun Yuan, after all, Sun Yuan's strength was higher than that of Luo Shen. The two energy matched each other, the body that was rushing forward was stagnant.

The master fights, and the outcome is only a matter of one thought. Luo Shen is too late to help him again. He is so anxious that he cursed: "Sun Yuan, I'm fighting with you."

He roared in grief and anger, and the God of Luo was about to raise his shield to kill him, but at this moment, a cold shout suddenly exploded from the sky.

"Qingxuan~, broken mountain momentum~"

"Boom~"
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