Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 209 Three Whips to Disperse the Egyptian Soul, Sir, I am Indian

Shreve took the initiative when he came on the field, connecting with the star track and using the elementary curse magic. Mo Fan had no idea what he was thinking.

I really don’t know how this clever little guy came up with the idea of ​​using a mental curse on a high-level wizard.

The gap between the two is no less than an electric fan going to the side of a river, trying to stir up waves, but the result is that it can't even blow up a layer of water!

The most ridiculous thing is that Shreve didn't even break the automatic defense layer of the magic tool of concentration. When the Wind and Cloud Crown is not activated, it will automatically form a mental barrier to defend against sudden mental attacks.

Mo Fan put his hands in his pockets, as if he didn't feel Shreve's curse magic, and said confidently: "Little Curry Monkey, your Death Star is flashing!"

Just like in the technological plane, Indian men don’t have a very good reputation in some aspects, especially some monsters who are really handsome.

Shreve heard Mo Fan's insult and immediately became furious.

"Damn it, I'm Egyptian, don't compare me with those beasts who don't care about humans or animals."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nahara Ryosora's cursed ghost whip arrived, and Mo Fan even saw the evil smile at the corner of the monk's mouth.

Damn it, this monk was quite normal when he was in Japan. How come he developed special attributes after staying in the Ghost Flag for so long?

"what!!!!"

Suddenly, the ghost whip hit his back, and Shreve let out a violent scream. The damage caused by the cursed evil spirit not only affected his soul, but also his body.

Neither side could see clearly what was happening. Mo Fan did not make any move, so why did Shreve scream? ?

Mo Fan smiled and said, "You said you are not a person, so why did you humiliate the little Indian curry? Now you are being punished by them with evil magic. Shout three times that you are an Indian curry, and the curse will be lifted."

"Damn it, it must be you who did this."

After being hit by the Ghost Whip, Shreve was seriously injured. He activated his magic armor and looked around suspiciously. He knew it must be Mo Fan's doing!

"Bah!"

Mo Fan snapped his fingers, and the force of space pressed towards Shrew like a vortex. In a few seconds, Shrew’s armor was twisted into scrap metal!

Nahara Ryosora and Mo Fan also complemented each other. Once the magic armor was abolished, the prisoner's ghost whip followed.

The whipping was still on the same spot.

This time, Shreve's scream was even more violent than before. The bloody wounds lay on his back, like a hideous centipede.

“I told you, your Death Star is shining.” Mo Fan pointed above his head.

Shreve was already seriously injured. He majored in Curse and knew how powerful it was. The longer he delayed, the greater the damage would be!

"I vote.Ah!!!!"

Shreve raised his hands to surrender when a whip heavier than the previous two came at him, nearly tearing his back in two.

Shreve's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the stage.

Mo Fan sneered and said, "It's useless even if I give you a chance, brother."

"Hey!!!"

"You are going too far. Doesn't Donghuang claim to be a country of etiquette? Is this how you treat your guests?"

"Can't you see he has surrendered?"

The Egyptian players were indignant and chattering.

Mo Fan laughed when he heard what the Egyptians said. "The first principle of Donghuang in the country of etiquette is mutual respect. To treat you uncivilized and barbaric dogs, we need fire and shotguns to teach you a lesson!" Mo Fan said in a strong and righteous voice.

"Great!!!" Someone in the audience started cheering!
"Brother Mo Fan is right. When friends come, we have wine. When jackals come, we have hunting rifles."

"Didn't you say that we Donghuang is a backward country? You don't deserve our respect!!"

As Mo Fan spoke in the National Pavilion, his reputation reached its peak.

The Egyptian players were so angry that their faces turned green. They had never expected that the untouchables from this backward country would dare to humiliate them like this. Mios immediately took off his jacket, revealing his wheat-colored skin, and walked up to the arena step by step.

This group of Egyptians were born into Egypt's top families and high-ranking officials. They inherited the glorious glory of ancient Egypt and had great resentment towards the other three ancient countries.

Some even believe that India and Donghuang are not worthy of being called the four ancient magical civilizations together with them.

Captain Cinder suddenly said, "Mios, why don't you let me do it? This guy's strength is not simple. He didn't reveal much magic when dealing with Shreve."

"Do you think I will lose?" Mios turned around and said angrily.

"It's not what he thinks, but you will definitely lose!" Mo Fan interrupted them appropriately.

“Shut up!” Mios glared at Mo Fan fiercely.

Mo Fan touched his nose, then looked up at the height of the dome. He wanted to summon the Tongfo Demon Ape to show off his strength, but found that the National Hall seemed unable to withstand the size of the Tongfo Demon Ape.

Today, the Buddha Demon Ape has become a great demon commander, with a body size of nearly sixty or seventy meters. With just a slight movement, he can reduce the national pavilion building to ruins.

After thinking about it, Mo Fan summoned Little Yan Ji.

Brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and daughters fight together in battle.

A thin layer of sand has spread around Mios. This should be her magical ability. As expected, those who can be deputy captains all have some special skills.

At this time, Mo Fan and Xiao Yan Ji were standing——

It's so arrogant.

Little Princess Yan has never been short of food. Although she is still in her infancy, the power of the Origin Fire has been increasing.

"Whoo~~~~"

Little Princess Yan thrust out her hands, and the ferocious Heaven and Earth Tribulation Flame spread out in all directions like a bright red carpet. I don’t know if she learned this from Mo Fan, but now she starts with big slaps and fists!
The rolling heat waves reached the bottom of the fighting stage. After Dongfang Lie felt this astonishing temperature, a look of horror appeared on his face. This flame had obviously reached the power of the soul level!

The flame controlled by this little thing is soul fire? !

Little Princess Yan pouted her lips and blew. A fireball with a diameter of three meters appeared in front of it. It raised its short flaming hands and used its spatial power to push it forward.

"Ah!!" Little Yan Ji made a sound as if she was playing a game.

Mios's earth-type spiritual seed is obviously related to sand and gravel. When Yori rushed over, she controlled the sand in the air and quickly condensed it into an arc sand wall shield, a bit like Gaara's sand defense.

The power of the sun's impact was quite strong, and it destroyed most of the sand wall she had condensed. Unfortunately, this was a high-level magic after all, and the remaining soul fire could not penetrate it.

Xiao Yan Ji had no choice but to give up.

"Are you going to fight me with this little thing?" Mios' words were full of disdain.

"If you can please it, I can be gentler with you." Mo Fan said as he touched Little Flame Lady's flaming head.

(End of this chapter)