Chapter two hundred and sixty-four desperate escape (3)
At this moment, Jian Pengkun regretted so much, why did he stand out just now, why did he seek trouble for himself.
"No, he's running away, everyone, stop him!"
Just when Jian Pengkun was blaming himself, Mo Han suddenly shouted, and then Jian Pengkun felt a sharp pain in his back, which hurt his heart.
boom.
A loud noise like thunder sounded behind Jian Pengkun, and Jian Pengkun himself flew out like a rag sack.
Boom, boom, boom...
The explosion behind Jian Pengkun was like a ignited gun, and a series of explosions exploded from the entire site cleared by Mo Han.
"There is an ambush. Jian Pengkun, you old fool, you can kill even members of your own sect, are you still a human being?"
"Jian Pengkun, you and I are irreconcilable."
"Jian Pengkun, you old beast, just wait!"
All kinds of curses about Jian Pengkun continued to come from all over the venue, but more of them were painful howls and *.
But Jian Pengkun himself was lying on the ground at this time, his entire back was blown to pieces, and his damaged internal organs could even be seen. There was more air coming out and less air coming in. He was not far from death.
Only then did Jian Pengkun realize that he had been plotted by Mo Han, or that no matter who was the first to jump out, he would be plotted by Mo Han. This was an unsolvable situation unless no one
The first one to jump out.
The explosions continued, and the cultivators who entered the area cleared by Mo Han were completely in chaos. There were screams, curses, and fights everywhere. Blood splattered everywhere, and limbs were broken.
Fly up.
I don't know whether it was the aftereffects of the bomb explosion or the effect of the formation arranged by Mo Han. As the bomb exploded in the entire open space, thick fog rose up. These fogs can not only block the sight of the eyes, but also the spiritual and spiritual thoughts.
Spiritual consciousness cannot be separated from the body, and everyone can only see things within half a meter of themselves.
Beidou Qingyun and Nangong Glory stood outside with their men and did not enter the formation range arranged by Mo Han. Feeling the explosion sound coming from inside, Beidou Qingyun's eyes were full of smiles, while Nangong Glory's was
His face was livid, and his eyes were full of fear.
We can't blame Nangong Guangrong for escaping and still looking so ugly. When he came here, Nangong Guangrong was planning to take people in. After all, if he wanted to get the treasures on Mo Han, he might not be able to if he was far away.
Got it. But after arriving here, Nangong Guangrong was surprised to see Beidou Qingyun coming.
If anyone except Mo Han and others knows the most about the relationship between Mo Han and Beidou Qingyun, then it must be Nangong Glory. In Nangong Glory’s plan, Beidou Qingyun will not appear here, but Beidou Qingyun unexpectedly came
, and he was still standing at the very back. Nangong Guangrong had a good idea and stood not far from Beidou Qingyun, not getting too close to Mo Han.
Within the range covered by the formation, Beidou Qingyun and Nangong Glory could not see what was going on inside, but the explosions inside were continuous. Judging from the fluctuations after the explosion, the power was not very great, at least not
It may kill practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage, but the power is not small. The practitioners in the Golden Core stage will definitely lose their skin even if they are not dead.
If it was just an explosion, then Nangong Guangrong's face would not be so ugly. The key is that the explosion sound was continuous, resounding for a whole stick of incense in the entire range that they could not see clearly.
The explosion of this stick of incense was irregular, giving people the feeling of flowers blooming all over the place. But when these irregular explosions ended, another explosion sounded from the inside. This time the explosion was no longer blooming everywhere, but
It is extremely regular, just like a walking person eating melon seeds and throwing them away as he walks. The steps are the same size and the speed is constant.
Beidou Qingyun looked at Nangong Guangrong with a smile on his face: "Do you still want the treasures on him now? Do you still want to accept him as your lackey?"
Nangong Guangrong glared at Beidou Qingyun, turned around and left. There is no point in staying here. Everyone who came here tonight failed, and only Mo Han won.
Within the area covered by the formation, Mo Han was carrying the Tai Chi heavy sword and walking towards the outside from where he was standing. With every step he took, Mo Han would take away their storage bags from the wailing cultivators lying on the ground.
.The cultivators who were not affected by the explosion were knocked to the ground by Mo Han's sword. Of course, Mo Han did not kill them, but simply took away the storage bags they were carrying.
In Mo Han's opinion, few of the cultivators who came here were worthy of death. Taking away their storage bags was already the biggest punishment for them. Mo Han himself did not want to cause too many killings.
, although there are already a lot of killings on him.
Half an hour later, Mo Han had gathered everyone's storage bags on himself, without even opening them, and threw them all into the Linglong Tower.
There was silence in the entire area covered by the formation. There was no sound of gun explosions or the wailing of practitioners.
The heavy lead clouds in the sky suddenly exploded, and the pouring rain hit instantly, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
As the elemental energy supporting the formation was exhausted, the huge formation slowly dissipated between the sky and the earth, and the thick fog was washed away by the heavy rain, revealing the original appearance of the earth.
There was no longer any figure of Mo Han in the field, nor any figure of the major forces in the Cambrian Continent. After harvesting everyone's storage bags, Mo Han had already left; when he felt the formation collapse,
The disgraced practitioners of Cambrian Continent also quietly left.
In the courtyard where Zhao Kaian of the Zhao family lives.
"Master, we!" Huale's face was livid, he wished he could eat Mo Han's meat and drink Mo Han's blood.
"Shut up, isn't it enough for me to lose face and shame? What's the use of raising a bunch of trash like you!" Zhao Kaian couldn't help but cursed loudly.
This was the biggest loss he had ever suffered since he was born. He had never suffered twice at the hands of the same person. Not only did he suffer a loss this time, he was also so aggrieved.
Whenever he thought of Mo Han holding a black gun the size of a baby's fist, placing it in front of their eyes, and Feng Qingyundan asking them to hand over their storage bags, Zhao Kaian wanted to tear Mo Han into pieces.
If it was Mo Han in his heyday, Zhao Kaian might have just swallowed his breath and stopped talking, and he wouldn't be depressed. After all, the power of Mo Han in his heyday was there. But when Mo Han appeared next to them, asking them to hand over their reserves.
The appearance of the object was obviously that it was at the end of a powerful crossbow and was being held up with just one breath. Even an ordinary person without a cultivator could kill Mo Han with a knife when he came in front of him.
But they didn't dare to resist. The black thing the size of a baby's fist gave them an ultimate sense of crisis. At the same time, they had also discovered that the explosion sound within the coverage area of the formation was also caused by this thing.
"Why are you still standing? Why don't you hurry up and chase me? I definitely can't let him escape!"