Chapter 838: Obtained Phantom Spirit Fruit

"I heard that in your tiankeng, there is a phantom fruit that has matured!"

"This emperor fights with you, if this emperor wins, how about you give the phantom spirit fruit to this emperor?"

A bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes, looking at the black-faced old man, he said in a deep voice.

"Boy, you came here because you were thinking about my Phantom Spirit Fruit!"

"Do you know that there are always tens of thousands of people thinking about the Phantom Spirit Fruit, not to mention hundreds of thousands, and many of them are fighters at the peak of Tianjun, but do you know what happened to them in the end?"

"They all died in the end, and they were all swallowed up by this king!"

"Quack quack..."

The Dark Lord laughed wildly as he spoke.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, I'm just asking you, do you dare to bet with me?"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with cold and arrogant eyes.

"It's up to you, why wouldn't this king dare!"

"Today, this king will let you know that arrogance requires a price!"

The Dark Lord's eyes were full of disdain.

"If that's the case, then take out the lottery head!"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Luck?"

"Do you want the phantom fruit as a prize?"

The Dark Lord was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses in an instant, and said with a look of surprise on his face.

"That's right, I don't want to waste too much effort, you just pick the phantom spirit fruit, otherwise who knows if you will cheat if you lose!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord in front of him, and said jokingly.

"Pick it up and pick it up, let you see it and die with peace of mind!"

In the eyes of the Dark Lord, there was unparalleled coldness and arrogance.

He didn't believe that Mo Wentian could defeat him with his early stage cultivation.

You know, he is a strong Tianjun who is perfect. In his eyes, Tianjun is no different from an ant in the early stage.

In the next moment, the Dark Lord's figure flashed and he was heading towards a certain place.

But after a while, the Dark Lord figure appeared not far from Mo Wentian again.

"Look, this is the Phantom Spirit Fruit!"

A gleam of coldness flashed in the dark eyes of the Dark Lord, and then he reached out his hand and took out a fruit that exuded a transparent light and had a strong aura.

"Huantian, is this a phantom spirit fruit?"

Looking at the bead, Mo Wentian's voice sounded in Wentian Pavilion.

"That's right, boss, this is the Phantom Spirit Fruit!"

Huantian's voice that couldn't hide his joy came instantly.

"Wait, the emperor will definitely take it!"

A look of determination flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and his voice was also sonorous and forceful.

"Old Hei, don't wait any longer, come out with me to fight?"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"Boy, you are so eager to seek death, this king will help you!"

The light in the Dark Lord's eyes soared instantly, and the devilish energy on his body was extremely turbulent.

Since the phantom spirit fruit has been picked by the Dark Lord, there is no need to stay in this sinkhole.

Going out to fight outside, Mo Wentian had other plans in mind.

"Walk!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian's figure flashed directly towards the top of the sinkhole.

Seeing Mo Wentian's figure heading towards the top of the tiankeng, the Dark Demon King was not to be outdone in the slightest, his figure flashed, and he followed closely.

A quarter of an hour later, the figures of the two appeared on a valley not far from the Tiankeng.

"Look, isn't that the legendary Dark Lord who guards the phantom spirit fruit in the Tiankeng?"

"Then who is the kid next to him?"

"Looking at the posture, they seem to be going to war!"

"He is Mo Wentian, the ancestor of the Jiuyou Clan, and now he has offended the Demon and Monster Clans, and they are all looking for him to kill him!"

"He even messed with the Dark Lord. It seems that this kid is going to die today!"

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Just when Mo Wentian the Dark Demon King appeared on the valley, countless pairs of eyes around them were watching them, and there were even more discussions on their lips.

Listening to the discussions, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly.

The reason why he let the Dark Lord come to fight outside the tiankeng was not only to avoid the Dark Lord from playing tricks after losing, but also another reason, that was to kill Tianjun Consummate Dark Lord in front of them.

To deter other warriors who wanted to kill him, Mo Wentian.

"Boy, you will definitely die today!"

Hearing the discussions, the Dark Lord's face became more and more cold and arrogant.

"Since it's a battle, then take out the spoils of the bet first!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the Dark Lord, and said coldly.

"Boy, so what if I put it here first, after I kill you, the Phantom Spirit Fruit will still be my king's!"

In the Dark Lord's eyes, the coldness suddenly rose sharply.

The reason why the Dark Lord didn't mention any conditions was because he was confident enough to kill Mo Wentian.

For a mere strong man in the early stage of Tianjun, he didn't even bother to mention the conditions.

In the next moment, the Dark Lord took out the Phantom Spirit Fruit from his arms again and put it aside.

"It is rumored that after the Phantom Spirit Fruit leaves the Materia Medica, it must be placed on people's bodies. If not, its efficacy will be greatly reduced!"

Seeing the Dark Lord place the Phantom Spirit 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 spirit fruit to fall into the hands of others when he was fighting with the Dark Lord.

"Old Hei, how about putting this Phantom Spirit Fruit on my body first?"

"Anyway, sooner or later you will give it to the Emperor!"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with a smile on his face.

"Put it on you?"

The Dark Lord was slightly taken aback.

"how?"

"Could it be that you dare not?"

Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord in a daze, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense, and he spoke again.

"Why don't you dare, just put it on you, and when I kill you, the Phantom Spirit Fruit will still be mine!"

The Dark Lord's face was full of confidence.

"If that's the case, I won't be polite!"

As Mo Wentian said, he put the Phantom Spirit Fruit on the side directly into his bosom.

"Huantian, refine quickly!"

As the phantom spirit fruit entered the Wentian Pavilion, Mo Wentian hurriedly said to Huantian.

"Okay, boss!"

Huantian looked at the Huan Lingguo, his face was full of joy, and his voice was even more hearty.

"Wu Sheng, Wu Jinfeng, quickly protect Lord Huantian!"

"Little Jiao, you also enter the Wentian Pavilion to protect Huantian!"

Seemingly reminded of something, Mo Wentian hastily shouted coldly.

"Boss, I..."

"Don't worry, I can take care of this old guy. You go to protect Huantian and help him break through. You want Emperor Zhan Ben to know. Don't worry, you will be able to take action if you get a chance later!"

Before Xiao Jiao could finish his words, Mo Wentian interrupted him.

How could Mo Wentian not know Xiaojiao's thoughts, but now that Huantian's breakthrough is imminent, Wu Sheng and Wu Jinfeng's cultivation is still too poor after all.

If Xiaojiao entered the Wentian Pavilion to protect Huantian, Mo Wentian would feel relieved a lot.