Looking around, Mu Zi felt that she was so unlucky. She had killed several people accidentally, and the difficulty of the dungeon increased significantly. Fortunately, she found Mo Fan in advance and wanted to use Mo Fan's ability to pass this dungeon.

Unexpectedly, after entering the dungeon, the two were not teleported to the same place and had no contact information, so she finally had to face it alone.

After finally struggling to hold on, I completed two simple side tasks. Seeing that I had the hope of living through this dungeon, who knew that I accidentally broke into this ghost place again.

...

Mo Fan looked at the temple standing in the wilderness from afar and curled his lips. Now that he has returned to Daoming Temple again, of course, to cause trouble.

The temple gate was wide open, and he flashed straight into the temple, and there was no one in it. He didn't care. He came to the painting wall of the main hall and took out the blood dance.

"Then start from here!" Mo Fan grinned and slashed out with all his strength.

"boom!"

With the huge sound, he was shocked and stumbled and took a few steps back, his arms numb, and only a small white dot appeared on the wall.

Mo Fan's current power has reached a terrifying 97 points. With this inhuman power, it should have been easy to destroy the entire main hall, but he was helpless with this painted wall.

Twisted his neck, he held the Blood Dance in his hand tightly. The sword on his body could quickly point to the strength. The power, which was already as high as 97, rose rapidly again and surged!

100…110…120…130…140…150…167!

As the power surged, Mo Fan's aura continued to rise, and an invisible pressure scattered everywhere, and the air in the entire main hall seemed to solidify.

"Donor, you can't do it, you can't do it!" A panicked voice sounded from the side.

Mo Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his head was not turned. The blood dance in his hand mixed with a thousand pounds of force slashed towards him.

The old monk next to him did not dodge or avoid it, his sword body stopped steadily in front of his forehead, and the fierce wind blew on his face, and even flattened the folds on his face.

"You old guy, you are finally willing to come out." Mo Fan took back Xuewu and looked at the old monk quietly.

"Amitabha, donor, I have been there all the time, but I just don't want to come out and disturb the donor." The old monk clasped his hands together and said.

"I ran dozens of miles in vain last time, and now I still have the face to see me?" Mo Fan said angrily.

"To be honest, that's because I don't know the way out at all. I thought that I could leave the forest at any time, so I pointed in a direction at will. I didn't expect that the donor would be miserable. I was really sorry, so I could only say sorry." The old monk said this kind of scene, which really made people unable to grasp it.

"Nothing is useful. If I can't satisfy me, I will smash this wall painting." Mo Fan naturally didn't come to seek justice. He came this time just because of this wall painting. He was not strong enough earlier, so he naturally did not dare to explore the secret behind the wall painting, and he was not qualified to explore.

Now that strength has skyrocketed, you have to cause trouble, otherwise you will really be sorry for his personality.

The old monk pondered for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Is the donor named Mo Fan?"

"You old guy has been hiding in the dark. Do you still don't know what my name is?" Mo Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and said bluntly, "Tell me quickly if you have something to say, and let me go if you have nothing to say."

"The donor is really a person with temperament." The old monk didn't care and said with a smile, "To be honest, a female donor accidentally entered the secret realm in the temple. I accidentally heard from him calling you by your name."

"Female donor? Secret realm?" Mo Fan's brow moved slightly, "What is that secret realm? Where is it?"

"The secret realm is in the backyard of the temple." The old monk was silent for a moment before answering. He thought Mo Fan would care about the outstanding female donor at the first time, but he didn't know that the secret realm that was the most concerned, which really surprised him.

"Backyard?" Mo Fan remembered that there was only one pond in the backyard, "In that pond?"

"That's right." The old monk nodded, "The female donor with outstanding appearance is also among them. If the donor goes too late, the female donor may have life worries."

"How to enter that secret realm?" Mo Fan knew who the so-called female donor was without guessing, so he immediately asked.

"Put off a lotus flower from the pond, hold it in your hand, and then jump into the pond!" The old monk explained, and before he finished speaking, the figure in front of him had disappeared, and he couldn't help but shake his head, "This donor is really impatient."

Mo Fan flashed to the backyard, looked at the pond, immediately stepped forward, pulled out a blooming lotus in the pond, and jumped into it.

Chimeng was like an illusory trick. After he jumped into it, his body disappeared immediately.

In a dazzling moment, Mo Fan's eyes lit up and he found that he was actually in a beautiful place.

This was in an extremely huge pond, with no edges visible. He stood on an extremely huge lotus leaf and looked around.

This is like a pond that is magnified countless times, and anything in it is magnified countless times, even the duckweed floating on the water, any small piece, is enough to make him lie on it.

Stepping on the blood dance, Mo Fan flew into the air and began to fly around to search. It is better to put the matter of exploring the secret realm aside, or to find the female donor who is unknown to life and death first.

After all, I have promised someone else’s things, so I have to make a fuss, otherwise I would have to pester him if I am a ghost.

However, Mo Fan soon felt the danger of this secret realm, and from time to time, he could see frogs as big as floors squatting on lotus leaves.

Even if he flies in the air, he will be regarded as a fly by the giant frogs, sticking out his super long tongue and sweeping towards him.

Unfortunately, these days, it’s not awesome. Mo Fan grabbed the sweeping tongue with one hand. The sticky feel made him very unhappy and pulled it up suddenly.

A frog, the size of a floor, was thrown into the sky by him, and the blood danced from the soles of his feet flew out, piercing his head straight through, and blood sprayed, dyeing the water below the pool red.

"Dong!"

The giant frog's corpse fell into the water, splashing water all over the sky, and the blood dance automatically flew to Mo Fan's feet, continued to take off, and began to search.

If he had just entered the dungeon, this giant frog would have made him feel very troubled, but with Mo Fan's current strength, he would not have to take this level of monster seriously.

The only thing that surprised him was that killing this giant frog had no gains, and he didn't even give him an endless coin, and he didn't know why.
Chapter completed!