When Mo Han said those words, Ban Liming seemed like a deflated rubber ball, his whole body's momentum dropped, he looked a little unmotivated, very decadent, and he coughed sharply.
Ban Liming coughed violently, and mouthfuls of blood spurted out as he coughed. Mo Han's blow, the vicious reputation of the killing blade, was more powerful than he expected, and more powerful than everyone imagined.
.Ban Liming has never figured out why Mo Han, who seems to be so weak, is so powerful and why he doesn't die. He always lives like an invincible Xiaoqiang. Is this really destiny?
Everyone here looked at Ban Liming, who was so majestic one moment and then decadent the next, with shocked expressions. They couldn’t figure out why? Is Mo Han’s words really that powerful? Even with Mo Han
Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng, who were standing together, couldn't understand that in their plan, they would have a big battle, a life and death battle.
Only Mo Han still looked indifferent, not surprised at all, as if he had anticipated the current situation.
Ever since Mo Han passed the examination in Magic City and completely got rid of the control of Xuanye Kingdom, Mo Han felt that there was something guiding him to move forward. That thing would not tell him everything about the future, but it would always be there in many ways.
It always told him a feeling. It was as if he had inexplicably guessed that Ban Liming had sent Xiao Ning out of the Wuhua Rainforest.
This feeling appears very naturally, as if it is innate, as if it is the way it is.
"Is this destiny?"
Ban Liming finally calmed down the restlessness in his body and stopped coughing. He just stared at Mo Han blankly. The world thought he was a madman, unreasonable, and even a pervert, but only he knew clearly that he was not a madman.
, because a real madman has no reason. He has reason. He knows what he is doing better than anyone else, and he also knows better than anyone else what he should and should not do.
It was what he should do to kidnap Xiao Ning, but it was not his duty to completely offend Mo Han.
"Do you believe that all of us are imaginary and do not exist?"
Ban Liming stared closely into Mo Han's eyes, trying to see what he expected from Mo Han's eyes, but the final result disappointed him.
Mo Han's face was blank, even his eyes were blank. Ban Liming knew, and Mo Han didn't know either. Maybe his guess was wrong, but he would not give up.
Qi Ling and Wei Su looked at each other, and the same thought as Ban Liming suddenly came to their minds. This thought appeared out of thin air, was so real, and was out of control.
This world is illusory, and they do not exist. So what is the meaning of their existence? Qi Ling and Wei Su were confused, and their eyes fell on Mo Han.
Phew.
Behind them, the huge light pillar representing the pool of life suddenly collapsed at this moment. With a huge electric sound and dazzling light, a majestic mountain fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
The lush mountains are covered with all kinds of vegetation, surrounded by colorful mist. There are faint sounds of various birds, animals, fish and insects, accompanied by the sound of streams, which is like fairy music.
But at this time, no one thought that all this was beautiful, because the mountain was so big that people could not see the edge at a glance.
The huge shadow of the mountain shrouded everyone below, making them even unable to muster the courage to escape because they could not see any hope of escape.
Mo Han didn't move, looking up at the mountains that were gradually falling, with a look of indifference on his face. Qi Lingwei Su Xiaosheng didn't move either, and his heart was calm. It's not that they take life and death lightly, or that they don't want to escape. It's that they believe in it.
Mo Han, believe in Mo Han unconditionally. They believe that if they really die under the mountain, Mo Han will not remain indifferent. Because Mo Han is never a person who gives up easily.
The fear of death spreads silently, and panic hangs on everyone's neck like a guillotine, wanting to cut off the last blow and make them say goodbye to this world completely.
The huge mountain peak was still falling slowly. It seemed to be very close to them, but even at this seemingly short distance, it actually took a whole hour for the mountain peak to reach above their heads.
It's not above their heads, after all, the mountain peak is still a long way away from them, but the mountain peak that seemed very huge at first, when they could see clearly, the mountain peak turned out to be very low, not at all what they initially saw.
The mountains were huge. The only thing that was the same was that there was still a majestic momentum on the mountain peak. As the mountain peak got closer and closer to them, this momentum was like a big rock pressing on people's chests, making them unable to breathe.
Among the colorful mist-shrouded mountains, Mo Han saw one picture after another. These pictures were like beautiful soap bubbles, telling the story of another world and the story of their world.
The cultivators who were under the majestic momentum of the mountain all saw these pictures. They began to doubt themselves, the world, and whether they really existed? Is it really like what Ban Liming said, everything they have here is
Illusive, this place is just an invisible cage, a cage built to achieve an ulterior purpose. Or maybe it is for someone?
All the cultivators here unanimously focused their attention on Mo Han. They remembered Ban Liming's performance before: He stared into Mo Han's eyes and asked, "Do you believe that all of us are illusory and do not exist?"
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They also remembered that Mo Han appeared in the field of vision of the cultivators and happened to everything. These things seemed to them to be fatal situations, but Mo Han survived again and again from these seemingly fatal situations.
Come here and be alive and kicking. Does this seemingly illusory world really exist because of Mo Han?
They don't know, and they don't want to know, so be it. Maybe they will be happier if they don't know the deepest truth.
Looking at the mountain peaks getting closer and closer to him, Mo Han's eyes were lost. He couldn't see anything, couldn't see anything clearly, as if he was dead. But there was a strong beating sound from his heart.
, tell him he is still alive.
"Dugu, do you think this world is really illusory? Do we really not exist?" Mo Han didn't know if he was hallucinating. He saw the complete Linglong Tower appearing in front of him. Dugu
The old man sat cross-legged in front of the tower quietly, motionless, like a deceased monk, quiet and peaceful.