The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1890 The Extraordinary Mo Buyu

A circle of golden light formed a spatial passageway, within which was the scene of the Mountain and Sea, the glacier and desert.

They were not close to each other, but one folded another.

It was as if there were many different landscape paintings together at this moment, revealing an ethereal and mysterious scene.

Mo Buyu seemed to have expected this.

After bowing to the Left Protector, he strode in.

Almost at the same time, Mo Buyu appeared in the twenty-five blessed lands.

And these 25 Mo Buyu kept silent, with the same body, the same expression, and the same action. Looking at the different scenery in front of them, they said the same sentence, "Today is the time for me, Mo Buyu, to become famous!”

Hong!

As soon as he finished speaking, these silent figures flew forward in unison.

In the next two days, the cultivators of the twenty-five blessed lands, as well as the cultivators of the various sects or clans, who were known as geniuses, encountered the same thing.

A youth at the second stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm appeared in front of them.

There was only one sentence left, "Crape Myrtle Sect Mo Buyu, come and challenge you!"

After that, no matter whether the other party agreed or not, this young man who called himself Mo Buyu would attack directly.

It was hard to imagine how arrogant he was

What was even more unimaginable was that he had never been defeated once.

And among all his opponents, the one with the lowest realm was at least one level higher than him. On the first day of his challenge, he won 77 times.

This was also the twelfth day of the opening of the blessed land.

On the second day of the challenge, he still won 103 times.

Not only did he all win, but he won very easily. It could almost be described as crushing.

Even if his opponent was at the third third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm.

In addition to his amazing strength, never lost, there was one thing that made others impressive. That was, after he defeated the opponent, he said thank you for your guidance and then left directly.

He had only defeated his opponent, but he would not hurt the opponent.

As for the treasures collected by the loser, he didn't even look at them.

He appeared just to defeat the other party.

In just two days, Mo Buyu had challenged a total of 180 high level cultivators and won 180 times. Mo Buyu's name began to rise like the Flowing Fire in the dark, attracting everyone's attention.

In every blessed place, there were people who knew that a cultivator named Mo Buyu came from the Crape Myrtle Sect. His strength was far beyond his realm. No one could stop him.

When Mo Buyu entered the blessed land on the third day, which was othe 14th day of the opening of the blessed land, his victory directly broke through 300 rounds and reached 322 rounds.

He had defeated more than ten cultivators whose realms were higher than his in each blessed land. Although these cultivators were all famous for their talent.

But compared with Mo Buyu, it seemed that these geniuses were nothing.

Every cultivator in the blessed land was asking if there was Mo Buyu in the Crape Myrtle Sect before. He should not have become famous until today.

In the end, no one had ever heard of Mo Buyu before.

As a result, Mo Buyu's reputation was immediately elevated to a new level on the basis of his proud battle results.

At this time, the news of twenty-five blessed places had not yet been connected.

But it could be imagined that all the cultivators who entered the blessed land would transport the news out when over the blessed land was closed.

At that time, the most enthusiastic name in the entire Lunia would be Mo Buyu.

As for geniuses, all won, and no one could stop him, they were related to his name.

But at this time, Mo Buyu, who had become the focus of attention, was extremely calm.

He already knew what would happen.

Now, it was just a plan and a fact.

Everything was expected, so it could only be said that it went smoothly, and there was nothing to brag about.

At this moment, Mo Buyu was paying attention to another thing.

There was only one day left before the closing of the blessed land.

On the last day, he wanted to raise his victory in the blessed land to 500 rounds!

As for whether or not there would be any doubts after everyone was transmitted out of the blessed land, and why there would be a Mo Buyu in every blessed place.

Regarding this matter, Mo Buyu was not worried at all.

Because he knew very well that at that time, all the cultivators would not pay attention to how many times Mo Buyu had appeared in many blessed places.

Their only focus was on which talent of the sects and families had been defeated by him.

What's more, there was no need for the Crape Myrtle Sect to provide an explanation for their affairs. There were still four hours before the last day.

Mo Buyu from the twenty-five blessed lands all chose to meditate and rest.

Four hours later, it would be the 180th victory on the last day.

However, one of the Mo Buyu in blessed lands was slightly dissatisfied at this time. Moreover, he even frowned when meditating.

For some reason, the number of cultivators in this blessed land was much less than expected. Moreover, some sect geniuses who he had known did not appear.

For example, Zheng Furun of the Tiangang Sect and Yang Xuexin of the Chuchen Sect seemed to have evaporated from the world.

It was not easy to meet Shen Weiran from the Wanxia Palace, but Shen Weiran did not use his Level Nine spirit tools.

Therefore, even if Mo Buyu won, what he defeated was not Shen Weiran in his prime.

This made Mo Buyu feel ashamed.

In this blessed land near the Tiangang Sect, Mo Buyu had a feeling that although he had all his strength from beginning to end, he could only punch the air.

This also made him particularly angry.

The frustration in his heart could not be eased even if he meditated and rested.

Time passed slowly.

Four hours passed quickly.

All Mo Buyu in the twenty-five blessed lands also stood up at this time. They flew into the air, preparing to look for the next opponent.

However, Mo Buyu, who had entered this blessed land near the Tiangang Gate, had a strange expression in his eyes.

"The situation here is different from the plan.

"So I have to choose to be flexible. If I can't find enough high-level cultivators, it's reasonable for me to lower the realm of the target for 500 rounds of victory.”

For example, a mid level of the second stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm can also be a challenge target."

After thinking for a while, Mo Buyu made up his mind. The thin blood light in his eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately flew forward.

Soon, he found his first target today.

His opponent was the opponent whose realm he had lowered.

"Crape Myrtle Sect Mo Buyu, come and challenge.”

Then, he punched out.