"I heard that there is a phantom fruit ripening in your sinkhole!"
"I will fight with you. If I win, how about you give the phantom spirit fruit to me?"
A bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes, he looked at the black-faced old man and said in a deep voice.
"Boy, you came here because you were thinking about my Phantom Fruit!"
"Do you know that there are always hundreds of thousands of people who care about the Phantom Fruit, not to mention tens of millions, and there are many warriors at the peak of Tianjun among them, but do you know what happened to them in the end?"
"They all died in the end, and were all swallowed up by me!"
"Quack quack..."
The Dark Lord actually laughed wildly as he spoke.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I just want to ask you, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with cold and arrogant eyes.
"It's just you, why don't I dare!"
"Today, I will let you know that arrogance comes with a price!"
The Dark Lord's eyes were full of disdain.
"In that case, let's take out the winnings!"
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Luck?"
"Do you want the phantom fruit as a bonus?"
The Dark Lord was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and said with a surprised look on his face.
"That's right, I don't want to waste any more effort. Just pick the phantom fruit. Otherwise, who knows if you will cheat if you lose!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord in front of him and said with a joking face.
"Just pick it up, so that you can die peacefully even if you look at it!"
The Dark Lord's eyes were filled with coldness and arrogance.
He didn't believe that even with Mo Wentian's early cultivation as a Heavenly Lord, he could defeat him.
You must know that he is the perfect strong man of Tianjun. In his eyes, Tianjun in his early stage is no different from an ant.
The next moment, the Dark Lord's figure flashed and headed directly towards a certain place.
After a moment, the Dark Lord appeared again not far from Mo Wentian.
"Look, this is the Phantom Fruit!"
A cold light flashed in the dark eyes of the Dark Lord, and then he reached out from his arms and took out a fruit that exuded transparent light and had a strong aura.
"Huantian, is this the phantom fruit?"
Looking at the bead, Mo Wentian's voice sounded in the Wentian Pavilion.
"Yes, boss, this is the Phantom Fruit!"
Huantian's joyful voice came instantly.
"Wait, I will definitely take it from you!"
A firm look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Old Hei, then don't wait, come with me and go out to fight?"
As if he remembered something, an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boy, you are so eager to seek death, I will help you!"
The light in the Dark Lord's eyes suddenly surged, and the demonic energy in his body surged extremely.
Now that the phantom fruit has been picked out by the Dark Lord, there is no need to stay in this sinkhole.
Mo Wentian had other plans in mind when he went out to fight.
"Walk!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian's figure flashed directly towards the top of the sinkhole.
Seeing Mo Wentian's figure heading towards the top of the sinkhole, the Dark Lord was not to be outdone at all, his figure flashed and followed closely.
A quarter of an hour later, the two figures appeared in a valley not far from the sinkhole.
"Look, isn't that the legendary Dark Lord who guards the phantom fruit in the sinkhole?"
"Then who is the boy next to him?"
"Looking at the posture, they seem to be going to war!"
"He is Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan. Now he has offended the Demon Clan and the Yao Clan. People from the Demon Clan and the Yao Clan are looking for him!"
"He actually provoked the Dark Lord. It seems that this kid is dead today!"
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Just when the Dark Lord Mo Wentian appeared in the valley, countless pairs of eyes were watching them, and their mouths started to talk.
Listening to the comments, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly.
The reason why he asked the Dark Lord to fight outside the sinkhole was not only to prevent the Dark Lord from being shameful after losing, but also because he wanted to kill the Dark Lord of Perfect Heaven in front of them.
To intimidate other warriors who want to kill him, Mo Wentian.
"Boy, you will definitely die today!"
The Dark Lord's face became increasingly cold and arrogant as he listened to the comments.
"Since it's a battle, you should take out the spoils of gambling first!"
Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the Dark Lord, and said coldly.
"Boy, it doesn't matter if I leave it here for now. When I kill you, the Phantom Fruit will still belong to me!"
The coldness suddenly surged in the Dark Lord's eyes.
The reason why the Dark Lord didn't mention a single condition was because he had enough confidence to kill Mo Wentian.
He didn't even bother to mention the conditions for a mere strong man in the early stage of Tianjun.
The next moment, the Dark Lord took out the Phantom Fruit from his arms again and put it aside.
"It is said that after the phantom fruit leaves the herbal medicine, it must be placed on the human body. Otherwise, its efficacy will be greatly reduced!"
Seeing the Dark Lord placing the Phantom Fruit on the ground not far away, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
The auras around him were not weak. Mo Wentian didn't want this phantom fruit to fall into the hands of others while he was fighting the Dark Lord.
"Old Hei, how about you put this phantom fruit on me first?"
"Anyway, sooner or later you have to give it to me!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with a smile on his face.
"Put it on you?"
The Dark Lord was slightly startled.
"how?"
"Don't you dare?"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord stunned, the smile on his lips became a little stronger, and he spoke again.
"Why don't you dare? Let me put it on you. When I kill you, the phantom fruit will still be mine!"
The Dark Lord's face was filled with confidence.
"If that's the case, I won't be polite!"
As Mo Wentian spoke, he put the phantom fruit on the side directly into his arms.
"Huantian, refine quickly!"
As the Phantom Spirit Fruit entered Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian hurriedly said to Huantian.
"Okay, boss!"
Huantian looked at the phantom spirit fruit, his face was full of joy, and his voice was extremely cheerful.
"Wu Sheng, Wu Jinfeng, please protect Lord Huantian quickly!"
"Little Jiao, you also enter the Wentian Pavilion to protect Huantian!"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian quickly shouted coldly.
"Boss, I..."
"Don't worry, I can deal with this old guy. You go protect Huantian and help him break through. If you want to fight against this emperor, don't worry. I will give you the opportunity to take action later!"
Before Xiaojiao could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Wentian.
How could Mo Wentian not know what Xiaojiao was thinking, but now that Huantian's breakthrough was imminent, Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng's cultivation levels were still too poor after all.
If Xiaojiao entered the Wentian Pavilion to protect Huantian, Mo Wentian would be relieved.