Chapter 838: Phantom Fruit in Hand

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Chapter 838: Phantom Fruit Comes To Hand
"I heard that in your crater, a phantom fruit has matured!"
"Benediction fights with you. If Bendi wins, how about you give the illusion fruit to Bendi?"
In Mo Wentian's eyes, a bright light rose, looking at the black-faced old man, and groaned.
"Boy, you came to remember my phantom fruit!"
"You know, don't say ten thousand people who remember the phantom fruit, there are always 100,000, there are many warriors at the peak of Tianjun, but do you know how they ended up?"
"They eventually died, all swallowed up by the King!"
"Quack ..."
The Dark Lord said, and laughed wildly.
"What is so much nonsense, Bendi will ask you, dare you bet with Beni?"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Demon King, his eyes were cold and arrogant.
"It's up to you, why dare you not!"
"My King will let you know today that arrogance comes at a price!"
The Dark Lord's eyes were full of disdain.
"That being the case, then take out the color head!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth slightly lifted, and there was a light flash in his eyes.
"Luck?"
"Do you want phantom fruit as a colorful head?"
The Dark Lord paused for a few seconds, and then came back to him instantly, with a look of horror.
"Yes, Bendi doesn't want to spend much effort, you pick the phantom fruit directly, otherwise no one knows if you lose or not!"
Mo Wentian looked at the black demon in front of him, and said with a playful expression.
"Pick it, pick it up, let you see the peace of mind that dies!"
In the eyes of the Dark Demon, Leng proud and unparalleled.
He didn't believe it. He could defeat him by relying on Mo Wentian's early cultivation.
You know, he is Tianjun's successful strong man. In his eyes, Tianjun was no different from the ants in the early days.
The next moment, the Dark Lord's figure flickered and headed for somewhere.
But for a moment, the figure of the dark demon appeared again not far from Mo Wentian.
"Look, this is the phantom fruit!"
A dark gleam flashed in the dark eyes of the Dark Lord, and then he stretched out his hand and took out a fruit that exudes transparency and lightness.
"Magic sky, is this a phantom fruit?"
Looking at the bead, Mo Wentian's voice rang in Wen Tiange.
"Yes, boss, this is the phantom fruit!"
Xuantian's hard-to-hear sound came instantly.
"Wait, Bendi will take it!"
There was a firm look in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice was also powerful.
"Lao Hei, don't wait, just go out with me for a fight?"
It seemed to remember something, and Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a very cold cold mang.
"Boy, you're so anxious to find death, Ben Wang will do you well!"
The light in the Dark Lord's eyes skyrocketed, and the magic of his body was surging.
Since the phantom fruit has been picked out by the Dark Lord, there is no need to stay in this pit.
Going out for a war, Mo Wentian has other plans in mind.
"go!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's figure flashed directly above the tiankeng.
Looking at Mo Wentian's figure heading towards the top of the pit, the Dark Devil was not resigned, and the figure flickered and followed immediately.
A quarter of an hour later, the two appeared on a valley not far from the tiankeng.
"Look, isn't it the legendary Dark Lord who guards the phantom fruit in the tiankeng?"
"Who is the kid next to him?"
"Looking at the posture, they seem to be fighting!"
"He is Mo Wentian, the ancestor of Jiuyou, now offending the Demon and the Demon, and the Demon and the Demon are looking for him!"
"He even got into the Dark Lord, it seems that this kid is dead today!"
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Just when Mowen the Dark Lord just appeared on the valley, countless pairs of eyes around them looked at them, and there was a lot of discussion on the mouth.
Listening to the sound of discussion, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth rose slightly.
The reason why he sent the Dark Demon to fight outside this pit, in addition to avoiding the Black Devil to lose the game, there is another reason, that is, in front of them, the successful Dark Lord was beheaded.
Deter others who want to kill him.
"Boy, you must die today!"
The Dark Lord listened to the sounds of discussion, and his face became even colder and prouder.
"Since it was World War I, take out the booty!"
Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the black devil, and said coldly.
"Boy, what about putting it here first, and after killing you, the phantom fruit is still the king!"
In the eyes of the Dark Lord, the coldness skyrocketed.
The reason why the Dark Devil didn't mention any of the conditions was that he had enough confidence to kill Mo Wentian.
Regarding a strong man in the early days of Tianjun, he didn't even bother to mention the conditions.
The next moment, I saw the Dark Lord took out the phantom fruit from his arms and set it aside.
"It is rumored that after leaving the Materia Medica, it must be placed on the human body. If not, its efficacy will be greatly reduced!"
Watching the dark demon put the phantom fruit on the ground not far away, Mo Wentian flashed a cold mang in his eyes, and said coldly.
The surrounding atmosphere is not weak, but Mo Wentian doesn't want to be in the hands of others when he fights with the Dark Lord.
"Lao Hei, how about this phantom fruit?"
"Anyway, you will have to give it to the emperor sooner or later!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Black Devil with a smile on his face.
"Put it on you?"
The dark demon stunned slightly.
"how?"
"Don't you dare?"
Mo Wentian looked at the black devil and froze. The smile on the corner of his mouth became richer and he said again.
"Don't you dare, put it on you, wait for the king to kill you, the phantom fruit is mine!"
The Dark Lord's face was extremely confident.
"So I'm welcome!"
Mo Wentian said, and put the phantom fruit on his side directly into his arms.
"Magic sky, quick refining!"
As the phantom fruit entered the Wanda Pavilion, Mo Wanda quickly turned to the sky.
"Okay, boss!"
Xuantian looked at the phantom fruit, her face was full of joy, and her voice was extremely bright.
"Wu Sheng, Wu Jinfeng, you quickly protect Master Xuantian!"
"Xiaoyu, you have also entered the Asking Pavilion to protect the magic sky!"
Seems to think of something, Mo Wentian hurriedly chuckled.
"Boss, I ..."
"Rest assured, I can solve this old guy. You go to protect the magical sky and help him break through. You want to know the emperor, you can rest assured that you will get the shot with the opportunity and loss!"
Before Xiao Yan's words were finished, he was interrupted by Mo Wentian.
Xiao Yan ’s thoughts, do n’t you know if you ask Tian, ​​but now that the sky is breaking through, Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng ’s cultivation is still too bad.
If Xiaoxiong enters the Tiantian Pavilion to protect the magical sky, Mo Wentian feels relieved a lot.