"Is this right here?" Wu Mo's voice was extremely cold.

Although he is a weapon refiner, what he admires most is force.

However, his martial arts talent was not very good. Later, he spent countless years and spent countless materials and efforts to create Mo Crow.

His Mo Crow has not been activated for tens of thousands of years.

Today, we are going to let these miscellaneous fish see whether Wu Mo's ink crow can still fight.

"Have you seen that shining mountain? It's right there." Jian Kuang drank wine, feeling extremely comfortable.

He hadn't seen Mo Crow activate for tens of thousands of years, and he missed it very much.

"Haha! Garbage formation!" A cold voice sounded slowly.

In an instant, the extremely huge crow in the sky, with a pair of huge wings, emitted a dark red light.

Soon, the dark red turned into bright red.

The speed also increased, and it rushed towards the first mountain of the Dark Hall.

At this time, the outside world was going crazy.

"Wucao, Wucao! It's really Mo Crow!"

"Oh my God, the inheritance of a generation of masters of weapon refining!"

"Go, go, go! Go to the Island of Death!"

"GOGO!"

"By the way, go to the Dark Palace to see if there is a chance to hack Wen Mo to death."

"Hehehe, it's God's will. This time when I go to Jueming Island, no one will know that I'm going to kill Wenmo."

In an instant, countless strong men from nine mountains and ten seas rushed towards Jueming Island again.

Compared with the previous group of people recruiting brides in the dark palace, there are more!

At the same time! Dark Palace!

The group of old men who were originally discussing the end of the article raised their heads and looked at the huge shadow on the edge of the sky, looking extremely excited.

"Haha, coming in the direction of our dark palace."

"We've gotten rich, we've gotten rich, it's really God who has blessed us in the Dark Palace."

"As long as Mo Crow falls within the scope of our Dark Palace, other sects, haha, don't even think about getting a share of the pie."

"Let's go together to meet the opportunity of our dark palace."

In an instant, a group of old men soared into the sky and headed straight to the top of the first mountain of the Dark Palace.

Kyoto! Zhang Fan's courtyard! Long Aotian's group of people raised their heads and looked at the extremely huge shadow on the edge of the sky, with extremely shocked expressions.

"Oh my God, Mo Crow! Mo Crow! The inheritance of Wu Mo."

"Wu Mo? Senior brother, are you sure it's Wu Mo?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

A person beside Long Aotian nodded with great certainty: "I'm sure it's Wu Mo's Mo Crow! This thing has records!

Although Wu Mo is just a weapon refiner, he relied on Mo Crow to slaughter countless super sects. Compared to the super strong men of their time, he is not inferior in any way."

"Wucao, so fierce?" Zhang Fan was shocked.

Is this Wu Mo really his master Wu Mo?

That’s not right!

Jian Kuang had taken him there several times, but he had never seen anything like this before.

Aren’t they having a good time in heaven? What do these mean?

Why are you going to such a big fight?

Have you discovered some amazing ruins?

Not so!

"Let's go and have a look!" Long Aotian said in a deep voice!

"We have to go. Wu Mo is a master of weapon refining. There are many artifacts in his relics."

"The weapon refiners in the Nine Mountains and Ten Seas are really not good now. If you want to get the artifact, you really can only rely on luck."

"Well, I think we can give it a try."

"Don't. With your strength, you will get beaten if you go." Zhang Fan suddenly said.

When his master creates such a huge formation, Jian Kuang must be there too.

Two big guys in the extreme realm of life and death are causing trouble together. You, a first-level domain lord, are going to get killed if you go in.

It took a lot of effort to have a group of thugs like you guarding the house. Without you, would I still dare to go out with peace of mind?

Over there in the Dark Hall, I said harsh words, three years, just three years.

Time is really tight.

"Are you looking down on us?" The eyes of a group of people instantly fell on Zhang Fan!

You, a scumbag from the first level of Guiyuan, how can you have the nerve to speak against us!

If it weren't for Long Aotian's sake, it would be over if I didn't beat you up.

When you speak for yourself, don’t you have some ideas in mind?

"Senior brother, go to the Alchemist Association and get me some medicinal materials. I feel like I can refine eighth-grade elixirs now. Your strength is really too weak." Zhang Fan said.

You can't control that big crow in the sky. He only has three years.

There really isn’t much time!

First refine the elixirs that Long Aotian and the others need, and then go to the ruins yourself.

See if you can find something that can improve your strength.

By the way, suck some souls who want to take away your own souls.

If your strength has not improved much in the past three years, then in terms of elixirs, you must reach the ninth level of alchemy master, or even the tenth level! Otherwise, destroying the Dark Palace will be a joke.

If that doesn't work, take back the spiritual crystal that Rin took away.

This is also the reason why Zhang Fan dared to say harsh words in the dark palace before.

Things to enhance his strength, Jian Kuang and Mo Crow, have been prepared for him.

With that said, Zhang Fan gave Long Aotian the jade pendant Zhuge Changping gave him.

"Take this, let's go on credit first, and ask the Alchemist Association to give me medicinal materials of eighth grade and above! If there are any prescriptions for ninth or tenth grade pills, give them to me too!

Wait until I refine the elixir before settling the bill."

Looking at the jade pendant in Zhang Fan's hand, the pupils of Long Aotian's group tightened violently.

???

This thing is the supreme status symbol of the Alchemist Association.

It can be said that it is almost equivalent to the identity of President Danzhou!

How is this possible for a guy like Zhang Fan!

Hold!

Moreover, what the hell is this eighth-grade elixir?

Can you refine it?

Stop fucking kidding me.

How old are you? Can you refine eighth-grade elixirs?

This is not a joke!

"Ahem! You..." Even Long Aotian was extremely shocked.

A pair of eyes stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

At this moment, Bing Qi's figure suddenly appeared.

"I'll go! I'll go to the headquarters in person to get it from President Zhuge!"

???

"Why are you still here?" Looking at Bing Qi, Zhang Fan was stunned.

Wancao, didn’t you go back?

Do you know that it’s scary if you suddenly pop out?

Besides, this is my home.

"The president doesn't trust you." Bing Qi said in a low voice.
To be continued...