The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1890

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.