"It's only four days before a month, I have to rush back to the mouth of hell." Fang Yan, after the reminder of Supreme Kunpeng, did not meet the flying fairyland powerhouse of the dwarf demon clan and the horned demon clan. He found a safe place to simply deal with the injuries on his body, murmured to himself, and then rushed towards the mouth of hell.

Fang Yan has been out for nearly a month. In order to avoid the encirclement of the powerful people in the flying fairyland in the Demon Realm, the distance from the mouth of hell is already very far away. If he wants to return to the mouth of hell, he must make all his strength to go.

Three days later, Fang Yan entered the mouth of hell in a mess. In order to return to the mouth of hell, he was surrounded by the dwarf demon clan, the horned demon clan, and the trolls' powerful men several times. If it weren't for the reminder of the Supreme Kunpeng, he avoided the total amount of the Flying Fairy Realm strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to return to the mouth of hell. But even so, he was still surrounded by a large number of demon clans in the magical power realm, which made him covered in bruises.

Hell's mouth, the residence of the Nine Yang Sect.

"Hmph, this Muyan pit must have been killed by the demon clan in the Demon Realm. He will not appear in a month." Liu Mubai, the saint of Nine Yang Sect, surrounded by a group of disciples, looked arrogant.

Today is the last day of a month he and Fang Yan bet. He rushed back yesterday to complete the bet. Mei thought that he was back, and Fang Yan had no news at all.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please find the elder to pronounce the verdict. That boy who is ignorant of the world must have died at the hands of the demon clan. He dared to compete with Youther Highness the Holy Son. He really didn't know how to live or die." Several disciples beside Liu Mubai flattered at Liu Mubai.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Mu Yan is strong and he will not die of fire." Ning Lie couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this. Just Xu Yun, Liu Zitong and others gathered together. They didn't believe that Fang Yan would die so prematurely.

"What's impossible? An ant in the magical power realm actually wanted to compete with Haoyue for the bright light. Do you know that there were a large number of demons gathered outside. An outer disciple of the magical power realm. Do you think he could pass through the blockade of the demon race in the magical power realm?" Someone retorted disdainfully when he heard this.

"Hmph, this is just a one-sided statement. Brother Mu Yan is not an ordinary outer disciple. With his strength, it is not impossible to become a core elite disciple of the inner sect." Ning Lie could not help but snort coldly when he saw this inner disciple belittle Fang Yan so much.

"Ning Lie, why didn't you see this outer disciple appear? It's been a month since then. If he was strong enough, he would definitely not have come back yet." The inner disciple couldn't help but say coldly when he heard this.

"Elder Meng, what do you think about this matter? It's only a month, and Mu Yan has not appeared yet. Should you judge the result of this competition?" Liu Mubai heard that he was aiming at Elder Meng who came out of the hall.

"Wait for a while, at sunset, if Mu Yan has not come back yet, this competition will be considered a win." Elder Meng looked at the sky and then couldn't help but say.

Time was lost every minute and in a blink of an eye, the sky gradually became darker. Fang Yan had not returned for a long time.

"Look, who is that person?" Just as everyone was waiting for nothing, a embarrassed figure suddenly appeared outside the hall, and someone couldn't help but scream.

"Mu Yan. It's Mu Yan, Mu Yan is back." Liu Zi couldn't help screaming when he saw the embarrassed figure in his body.

Originally, Fang Yan could have arrived here early, but when he entered the entrance of Hell, he delayed for a long time in order to verify his identity, so he was late.

"Hmph, I came so late, looking at his embarrassing look, I must have gained nothing. I don't know where I hid until now before I dared to show up." Looking at Fang Yan's embarrassing look, before Liu Mubai could speak up, an inner disciple behind him couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Since Mu Yan is here, then let's take a look at the gains of you two." Elder Meng waved his hand and interrupted Liu Mubai's sarcasm and continued to mock her voice, and immediately said.

"Elder, this is my harvest in a month. There are 1200 corpses of demon clans in the magical power realm, including 200 demon clans in the late stage of the magical power realm, including trolls, horned demon clans and dwarf demon clans. The rest are all demon clans in the middle and late stages of the magical power realm." Liu Mubai threw out a Qiankun storage when he heard this, and rolled down on the square platform with the corpses emitting powerful pressure, and then said proudly.

"What? This Holy Son killed more than 10,000 powerful demons in a month. They are really too strong. It's really good that they are the strongest saints in our Nine Yang Sect." As the corpses emitting powerful pressure rolled to the ground, they piled up like a mountain with a high sun in the blink of an eye, and someone couldn't help but scream.

"Liu Mubai is really strong. There are so many demons in the magical power realm, including trolls in the late stage of the magical power realm. This is an existence that can compete with the powerful people in the Feixian Realm, and he was actually killed by him. This time, Mu Yan is afraid that he will lose." Ning Lie looked at the large number of corpses poured out by Liu Mubai, among which he had a large number of demon corpses not poured out, and he couldn't help but say, looking at Fang Yan with a look of worry.

As soon as the corpses of the demon clan in the late stage of the magical power realm came out, basically no one present would cut off Fang Yan.

"Mu Yan, do you still want to compete?" Liu Mubai enjoyed everyone's admiring eyes, and then said proudly at Fang Yan.

"Why don't you compare?" Fang Yan couldn't help but chuckled when he heard this.

"I really don't know how to live or die. If you want to win this Holy Son, can you take out the corpses of the demon clan from the Feixian Realm?" Liu Mubai couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"Let your dog's eyes open and take a look. This is my harvest in the past month." Fang Yan ignored the other party's sarcasm, took off the Qiankun storage bag on his waist, then threw it into the air, and then corpses fell from the sky.

"Haha... the demon clan in the life and death realm, Mu Yan actually compared the corpses of the demon clan in the life and death realm with the holy son. Such corpses like Yang are even a demon clan that cannot be compared to the killing of the holy son." When he saw Fang Yan's Qiankun storage bag, the demon clan in the demon clan whose corpses were all in the life and death realm, the disciples of the Jiuyang Sect around him couldn't help but say, his eyes full of contempt.

"This, how could this be possible? How could there be so many corpses?" As their laughter fell, they were shocked that Fang Yan's advanced Qiankun storage bag was vast in space, and corpses filled the entire square. The monks around were forced to retreat continuously. As time went by, the corpses poured out were no longer the realm of life and death, but the corpses of the demon clan in the realm of magical powers. The monk who mocked Fang Yan was shocked at this moment and opened his mouth wide, with an unbelievable look on his face. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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