Kaiyang blocked a shadow of Tan Rong, and Tan Rong had already lost! When only the eight shadows were left in the Nine Shadows, he could not form any formation anymore. He was not Mo Feng, so he could not give up that shadow and transform it with his mind. This is also the absolute advantage Mo Feng has.

"Supreme, you lost!" Mo Feng smiled wickedly. Mo Feng spent three months to control the Nine Shadows, and then spent another three months to learn various arrangements of the Thirty-Six Formations.

In the following year, I fought with Tan Rong in various ways every day. This kind of cultivation was much faster than Mo Feng’s own research. Growing up in battle and breaking through in battle is the method of cultivation given to Mo Feng by Tan Rong.

Today, Mo Feng finally defeated Tan Rong with a trick. Of course, this victory was made by speculation. Tan Rong only used Jiuying and did not use the general trend to suppress Mofeng. Otherwise, Mo Feng would not be able to use Jiuying so skillfully to set up various formations.

"Who said I lost! This formation is my own. You won't win if you defeat me with this formation..." Tan Rong touched his beard and looked like a scoundrel.

After such a long time of contact, Mo Feng gradually understood that Tan Rong was actually very cute. He was not cold. On the contrary, he often like an old child, and could accompany Mo Feng to tell a lot of experiences and let Mo Feng know a lot of things.

It was jealousy from the heart of the nine shadows in Mo Feng who were learning the Illusion God Art here. This was naked jealousy. Although the Illusion is almost invincible, there are too many legends about the Illusion God Art. Even if this technique is an elder in the Illusion Heaven Sect, it would be a top priority to learn four or five of the formations.

But Mo Feng was inherited by Tan Rong and learned all the thirty-six formations. What's even more terrifying is that even Tan Rong's Fantasy Heavenly Sect could not master the waves Mo Feng learned from Tan Rong.

This time I gained too much from Tan Rong. In other words, Mo Feng felt that he owed Tan Rong too much.

Tan Rong's teaching is a teaching without any reservation. Mo Feng does not need to ask. As long as Tan Rong finds any inadequacy, he will immediately remind Mo Feng to change him. This year and a half is not long, but although Tan Rong, the teacher Mo Feng, did not call him, he had already decided in his heart.

After a year and a half of contact, Mo Feng finally understood why Tan Rong was sought after by countless people, not only because of his strength, but also because of his character. If the demon clan had not had such a deep hatred with him, Tan Rong might not have had any enemies in his life.

"Okay Mo Feng, I have taught you everything I can. Although I didn't accept you as a disciple, you are the only closed disciple who has taught me by Tan Rong!" Tan Rong said, and threw the token into Mo Feng's hand. Mo Feng took the token and looked at it. A illusion word floated on the token like clouds and mist, which seemed infinitely mysterious.

"This is the only thing I brought in. It is also the Palm Token of the Fantasy Heaven Sect!" Tan Rong looked at Mo Feng, but Mo Feng was frightened by the four words Palm Token.

"Don't worry, I didn't plan to restrain you, nor did I think you would go to Huantian Sect to be the master sect. In the past year and a half, I have read a lot of things in you. You are like the wind. Only by allowing you to grow freely and freely can you go straight to the sky. I give you this token of the master sect. I hope you will return it to Huantian Sect one day. Similarly, Mo Feng, I hope you will always remember your promise..." This old man has no children in his life, Huantian Sect is his only concern, and today he may have another concern, that is, this closed disciple who has never called him a teacher.

"Don't worry, Mo Feng's promise will always be effective!" Mo Feng knew that he could not repay Tan Rong's kindness, and his future intelligence will be returned to Huantian Sect.

"Actually, from some of your words, I can understand that Is the Huantian Sect very arrogant and domineering after me?" Although Tan Rong was a question, he had a positive tone.

"The prosperity will decline, and the arrogance will naturally fall. I beg you here, if one day this building will collapse, I hope you can turn the tide and support it!" Tan Rong said as he had already brought a hint of tears in his eyes, and at this moment he became the helpless old man again.

Mo Feng looked at Tan Rong quietly, this legendary figure, this person who had never heard of himself calling him Master. At this moment, Mo Feng felt that Tan Rong deserved his admiration and was always admiration.

"Don't worry, if the building is about to collapse, I will turn the tide!" After Mo Feng said this, he knew that it was time for him to go to the next area, which was an unknown area.

"Okay, my husband from the Seventh District I also challenged me back then. I was defeated by him, but I knew you would definitely get over!" A trace of the old fox's light flashed in Tan Rong's eyes.

"Why?" Mo Feng didn't understand.

"Because the Immortal Guard in the Seventh District is the Flame Immortal Guard, his strength is comparable to that of Huang Jian, but he is infinitely close to the Flame Elf. As long as you transform into the Flame Elf, the Seventh District will be unobstructed!" Tan Rong said as he waved to Mo Feng that Mo Feng could pass.

"Thank you, Supreme! Mo Feng will never forget the kindness of the Supreme. If Mo Feng can reach the fairyland one day, he will surely split the illusion tower and connect the Supreme to be born!" Mo Feng once again gave Tan Rong a promise.

"Okay...good boy, I'll wait for you here, waiting for you to take me out to see the prosperity of the world!" Tan Rong's eyes were a little moved. In fact, the reason why he taught Mo Feng's Illusion God Art was largely because Mo Feng had the same tragic talent as him, the same unyielding fighting spirit, and Mo Feng also had the same heart as him with a clear sense of grudges.

"Goodbye..." Mo Feng said goodbye and stepped onto the frozen golden river surface, stepped on the snow under his feet, and broke into three areas in a row. He learned so much from the three legendary figures. Next, he had to face the unknown immortal guard, the seventh level of immortal guard, and the spirit of flame!

"Om..." As Mo Feng passed through Tan Rong's third area, golden light illuminated the entire fourth floor of the fantasy tower, and the original blood-colored world turned into a golden world.

The golden light shone everywhere like the scorching sun, and at the same time, on the stone tablet in front of the door of Despair, the eighth ranking originally occupied by Tan Rong was replaced by a brand new name.

Fantasy! Still this name! A name that changed the times.

First kill the spear god, then break the legend of the second supreme fire spirit Huang Jian. Now, he has cut three passes in a row, and even the supreme Tan Rong was finally kicked off the altar by him!

The golden light shines! The whole world is shocked! The magical demon appears and the legend collapses.
Chapter completed!