Chapter 90 Don’t Be Frivolous?

Watching his sneak attack being easily defeated by Lin Yang, Mo Shan was horrified and ran out of the cave to escape.

The Medicine Saint waved his hand gently, and a black wall of flames rose in front of Mo Shan.

The flame wall exuded a palpitating dark aura.

Although it didn't feel hot on the surface, Mo Shan knew that as long as he dared to have a little contact, even if he was a grandmaster, he would be devoured without leaving any residue.

Mo Shan's heart was in turmoil. Is this really Lin Yang?

How could a small martial artist suddenly burst out with the strength of a martial master?

He never believed that this was Lin Yang's true strength. He must have temporarily improved to this level through some other means.

How old is Lin Yang? Sixteen years old like Mo Qingkuang, how terrifying will such a monster be in the future?

In time, the entire Tianhan Continent will not be his limit!

"Who are you?" Mo Shan turned around as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and asked while examining Lin Yang under the black robe.

"What do you think?" Medicine Saint smiled coldly and looked at Mo Shan leisurely. He was already trapped in a jar and could be manipulated at will.

But he couldn't be killed now. He had to ask him how Mo Qingkuang came back to life and obtained the secret of the god-level skills.

If he was really supported by the power that destroyed his body, it would be terrible.

Mo Shan shook his head calmly: "You can't be Lin Yang!"

"Hehe." Medicine Saint smiled noncommittally, and then said grimly: "Master Mo, you are a smart man, you know what I want to know?"

"What do you want to know?" Mo Shan didn't know why this person who looked like Lin Yang asked this question.

Medicine Saint slowly raised his palm, and a swaying black flame jumped on his fingertips: "Tell me, why did Mo Qingkuang's meridians recover? Where did his god-level skills come from? Who is supporting your Mo family?"

"God-level skills? Kuang'er is practicing god-level skills?" Mo Shan was shocked when he heard this.

The family founded by the royal-level strongman of the Mo family has lost countless skills over the past few hundred years, but the highest one is only at the advanced level of the earth level.

Mo Qingkuang actually practiced a god-level skill, no wonder he could cause such a big storm in Kyoto, causing the Yuanjian Sect to lower its status to his small Mo family.

"Oh? You don't know? Or don't want to say?" The words of the Medicine Saint were somewhat amusing.

Then he gently and inadvertently kneaded the black flame in his hand into a strange shape: "Let me introduce it. This is the Hell Demon Flame, a strange flame. This kind of flame, if it sticks to a person, water can't put it out."

"It will drill into your body, starting from the bone marrow, bit by bit, and burn your entire body to ashes. You definitely don't want to try the pain." The voice of the Medicine Saint was like a low cry floating from hell, which made Mo Shan shudder.

The Hell Demon Flame is a strange fire, powerful, and a wonder of heaven and earth.

Such a strange fire has some unspeakable benefits for the way of refining medicine. It is a magical object that all alchemists in the world dream of.

He also spent a great price to tame it for his own use.

Mo Shan gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear of the flame, and said coldly: "I don't know, even if I know, I won't tell you! Want to murder Kuang'er, dream on!"

The Medicine Saint was not annoyed, and said faintly: "It seems that you don't want to cooperate. It doesn't matter. When the time comes, use you to let Mo Qingkuang speak in person."

"I heard that Mo Qingkuang, although he is a playboy, he is also a filial son. I wonder if your father's life is comparable to those secrets in his eyes?"

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Shan stared with his eyes, and he had made up his mind in his heart that he would not let him use himself to threaten Kuang'er even if he died!

"Before that, I have to ask you to suffer a little." The Medicine Saint snapped his fingers, and the flame in his hand slowly floated towards Mo Shan, swaying gently in the air, as if it was about to go out, but it was unusually strong.

Mo Shan looked at the slowly drifting black flames, afraid that he would not be able to withstand the torture and say something out of mind.

He sighed in his heart: "Son! You will definitely avenge Daddy, right? Daddy is sorry for you and your mother for not being able to protect you! Daddy will never be a burden to you, I will go first!"

He raised his palm and slapped it towards the top of his head! Resolutely and without hesitation.

Unfortunately, his goal would not be achieved. His palm was less than an inch above the top of his head for a long time, and was restrained by a strange force, and could not fall down at all.

"Death? It's not that easy."

The black flames continued to approach Mo Shan, flickering as if fitting Mo Shan's rapid heartbeat at the moment.

"Damn it! Can't even commit suicide?" Mo Shan sighed in his heart, "Forget it, let's see what this flame is tormenting."

Mo Shan closed his eyes in despair. The gap in cultivation made him unable to resist.

At this moment, he was extremely regretful. Why did he act rashly, which led to his whereabouts being exposed and being controlled by others?

What he didn't know was that the Medicine Saint had already discovered his location and was just waiting for him to come out like a cat playing with a mouse.

Seeing his hellish flame about to burn on Mo Shan's body, the Medicine Saint felt a little happy in his heart.

Since Mo Qingkuang "resurrected from the dead", he and Lin Yang have been controlled all the way.

Whether it was the "Nianhua Baojian" taken away by Mo Qingkuang in the Nianhua King's Tomb, or the top scorer in the Kyoto Martial Arts Examination was snatched away by Mo Qingkuang.

Obviously, the situation was within the plan of himself and Lin Yang, but in the end, Mo Qingkuang benefited.

He had to hate Mo Qingkuang, this little shrimp.

Thousands of years of survival experience made him feel that there must be a huge secret behind Mo Qingkuang's existence and rise.

Perhaps it was the secret support of the forces that had dealt with him, or something else.

However, he could always get something out of Mo Shan by threatening him.

It would be best if Mo Shan could not withstand the torture of the Hellfire and revealed some useful information.

If Mo Qingkuang had been hiding in Kyoto, it would take a lot of effort to deal with him.

He squinted his eyes, looking at Mo Shan who was at the mercy of others, waiting for his painful wail.

But the scene he expected did not appear, just when the Hellfire was less than three feet away from Mo Shan's body.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Shan.

The figure raised his fist, and the bright fist light illuminated almost the entire valley.

An indomitable energy burst out from the fist, and actually shattered the Hellfire.

The Medicine Saint looked at the figure who smashed the Hellfire with one punch in astonishment, with a look of shock in his eyes. Even Lin Yang's soul, which had given up control of his body, began to tremble violently.

His lips moved tremblingly, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.

"Mo... Mo Qingkuang?"