Mo Han's hand on Wei Su's shoulder gradually loosened, and his body flew uncontrollably into the air.
The dark clouds in the sky completely blocked the sun higher up, and it was as dark as ink, pressing down heavily on the earth.
The wind suddenly rose, the thunder roared, and the lightning ripped apart the sky in one place like a bloody mouth, as if it wanted to choose people and devour them.
With the light of lightning flashing across the sky, Wei Su saw that the bodies of the six imperial guards who were finally killed by Mo Han were floating in the air at some point. They were higher and farther than Mo Han's position, but
It is closer to the black clouds.
When Wei Su was stunned for a while, a huge thunder sound came from the dark clouds, which made people's ears hurt and their souls trembled. It was as if an ancient giant beast was slowly awakening, announcing its arrival to the world.
A thick bolt of lightning that was several times brighter than before struck across the sky. It seemed that the world was too dark and was about to tear out an eternal light. But he didn't expect that the place where it fell was the place where the six dead imperial guards were.
There were six popping sounds, and the corpses of the imperial guards exploded from the inside out. The corpses that should have been charred and blackened under the high temperature were not only covered with blood, but were even brighter red than when they were alive, and even their pale skin became pale after death.
It was very red and flying towards the black clouds in the sky bit by bit.
The strong wind raging on the ground quietly blew under the black clouds, causing the clouds to surge and form a huge whirlpool. The strange thing was that the falling raindrops were still straight and unaffected by the strong wind.
The huge whirlpool in the black cloud was like a giant beast opening its mouth, sucking hard, and all the blood, bones, and pieces of meat floating in front of it were swallowed deep into the clouds.
Light red, dark red, bright red, bright red, all six corpses were originally negligible compared to the black clouds in the sky, but just such a little thing miraculously dyed the entire black cloud red, and then the black clouds shrouded the
The earth also turned bright red.
Mo Han shouted, as if he was in great pain. The calm indifference on his face had long since disappeared, his eyes were red, and the veins in his hands holding the killing blade were protruding, full of madness and violence. If it weren't for the raised head and the longing on his face
, telling others that there is something in the black cloud that he desperately desires. Maybe they have thought of the scene of Mo Han killing everyone.
The remaining sun on the killing blade seemed to echo the black clouds above, as bright red as blood.
In this strange world, Wei Su looked at everything absentmindedly. He had no worries about Mo Han, no worries about his own situation, nothing at all, and his mind was empty: "Isn't this blood that is falling?"
Wei Su subconsciously stretched out his arm, and a drop of bright red rain fell on his palm. With a slight sip, half of his palm was dyed red.
I don't know when the rain got heavier and heavier, as if there was no end, no time, and it would never stop.
Shengyu's small body floated in the air, watching everything quietly, and murmuring in a low voice: "Is this right or wrong?"
In an unknown corner, perhaps deep in Mo Han's soul, perhaps deep in his heart, or perhaps in any corner that does not belong to this world, Mo Han curled up with his arms tightly clasped in front of his chest,
Looking at everything that happened to him, he was like an outsider.
Who is sighing in the rain that feels like night? And who is pulling and arranging everything in the dark.
Mo Han squatted alone in the corner, his eyes staring straight at the lightning under the black clouds, never blinking for fear of missing something.
A deep sadness emanated from his body, so heavy and so sad.
Wherever the lightning struck, a picture appeared in Mo Han's eyes.
It was a tall and mighty body, a figure as tall as mountains. He held an infant baby in his arms, and behind him were countless pursuers. His face was full of exhaustion, and his armor was in tatters.
It was unbearable. Through the armor, one could even see his bones. The flesh and blood had rotted in many places. One could imagine how brutal the fight he had gone through.
The pain in his body and the exhaustion in his mind could not stop him from loving the baby in his arms. Every time he escaped for a certain distance, he would stop to see if the baby in his arms was hurt or if there was any discomfort.
The same night, the same lightning, the same rain of blood. The mountain-like figure finally fell in mid-air, as if the sky collapsed instantly.
The baby's shrill cry resounded in the man's arms. The black clouds and lightning in the sky and the raging storm could not cover up the baby's cry. It resounded in the night sky, resounded in everyone's hearts, and resounded throughout the world.
In the soul of that night.
The man's drooped head seemed to have heard the baby's cry. He slowly raised it again, looked at the baby, smiled slightly, and threw the swaddled baby away. The corners of his mouth wriggled, trying to say something, but in the end nothing came.
He couldn't say it out loud, as it seemed that this throw had exhausted all his life's strength.
Where the baby fell, a bolt of lightning that tore through the sky appeared out of thin air, as if tearing apart space and time, surrounding the baby, and then disappeared.
Mo Han looked up to the sky and screamed, but there was no sound or tears. Only he knew that the baby was him.
I wanted to continue watching to see who that figure was and who the group of people behind that figure were, but the thunder and lightning in the sky disappeared at this moment.
The world became quiet at this moment, except for the bright red clouds and the falling raindrops.
"Come on, do you two also want to be possessed by the devil?" The old man Dugu, who was living in the Linglong Tower, flew out of the tower at the moment when Mo Han looked up to the sky and screamed, grabbing Shengyu with one hand and Wei Su with the other, and faced him
Escape into the distance, away from this blood cloud.
"Mo Han!"
Shengyu and Wei Su screamed at the same time and struggled to save Mo Han. But the old man Dugu, who had only a trace of his soul left, seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. No matter how hard the two struggled, the arms they held could not move at all.
"Not only will you two not be able to save him, you will also put yourself in a desperate situation and make him regret it extremely."
"No, we have said that we share blessings and hardships together, so there is nothing to fear even if it means death!"
"He won't die. He is possessed by a demon. If you go now, not only will you not be able to save him, but you will also put yourself in danger and escape from death. If you are hurt, he will definitely be in pain when he wakes up." Old man Dugu took the two of them.
He threw it next to Peng Yu and stared solemnly at the blood cloud in the distance.
Peng Yu was awakened from her practice. When she stood up, she saw a large cloud of blood in the distance. Not even the blazing sunlight in the sky could shine through.
"Senior, what does it mean to be possessed by a demon?" Peng Yu was, after all, experienced and mature. He was not as impulsive as Holy Honor Guard Su, but instead held his fists respectfully.
"Since ancient times, there have been good and evil. Maintaining justice in the world, upholding justice and dethroning evil are righteous. Burning, killing, looting, and destroying the laws of heaven are always evil. On the Withered Leaf Continent, in the Tianlong Kingdom, Ziwei Pavilion is righteous. Xuan Ye
The king of the country who cultivates the sect is a devil; cultivating in a disciplined manner and taking one step at a time is righteousness; being opportunistic and pursuing salvation wholeheartedly is a devil."
"Mo Han has been a killer since he was a child. He has an evil spirit in his body, and he also possesses the most dangerous weapon in the world, the killing blade. His evil roots have been deep for a long time. He is usually suppressed by the Holy Linglong Pagoda, so he is naturally fine. At this time, he was killed by the most evil weapon left by Qiongqi.
Surrounded by the most evil and violent energy, it evoked pain in his heart, so he became a demon. I just hope that he can stick to his true heart, otherwise the world will have another lawless and bloodthirsty demon in the future."
Under the blood clouds, the sky is red, the ground is red, and the smell of blood fills every corner, making you want to vomit when you smell it.
Mo Han stood in the air, his clothes rustling, as if he couldn't see or hear, and silently looked up at the sky.
The wind became stronger and the rain became fiercer. The blood clouds in the sky seemed to have come to life. He looked at Mo Han, as if he wanted to find the weakness in Mo Han's state of mind and give Mo Han a fatal blow. He has been sinking ever since.
"Artifact soul, if you swallow the vicious energy above, can you fly far away from now on without being bound by anything?" The madness and violence in Mo Han's eyes have long since disappeared. If he is willing to walk out now, maybe he can rely on the killing power in his hands.
The blade can kill a bloody path out.
But Mo Han didn't want to, he longed for power, crazily longed for power. He wanted to find out his life experience, he wanted revenge, he didn't want to be a rootless duckweed wandering around all his life.
Who is it, struggling to hold on to the obsession in his hand? Who is it, unknowingly falling into the devil's path?
Mo Han thinks that he is awake at this time, but in the eyes of outsiders, he is not awake. Reality and dreams are actually just between thoughts, and no one can tell who is awake and who is not.
"If I swallow it, can I also gain powerful power to get everything I want and protect everything I want to protect."
The Soul of the Killing Blade, which had not yet recovered from the huge surprise, shuddered when it heard Mo Han's next words.
The violent aura in the sky was the essence of Qiongqi's life left behind after his death. It was so ferocious that even with the ferocity he had accumulated since the birth of the Killing Blade, he would not dare to fully absorb it. But it was the person holding him.
, actually wanted to use his body to absorb and refine it crazily.
"Submit to me, and I promise to give you your freedom and a body one day, otherwise I will be completely destroyed in this battle!" Mo Han fell into that weird state again that even he didn't understand. Every time before
He gets inexplicably excited when he kills people, and this excitement appears again.
The weapon spirit of the Killing Blade felt a chill in his heart. After following Mo Han for so long, he already knew Mo Han's character and knew what Mo Han said. He also knew how scary Mo Han was, especially when he was inexplicably excited.
"Submit to me!"
No doubt, no negotiation, cold and cruel. This is what Mo Han expresses in these three words. He is domineering and ruthless.
Supposedly, the emotion of fear should not appear in the weapon spirit of the deadly weapon of the Seshin Blade, but now the weapon spirit of the SesshÅ Blade is fearful, instinctive fear, and he doesn't know what he is afraid of.
"Using my soul as a guide and my bloodline as evidence, from today onwards I am willing to serve Mo Han as my master for three lives and seven lives, and never betray him in all my lifetimes."