From birth to now, I have gone through countless killing blades for countless years. At this moment, I finally recognized its master and its only master. Just like in the contract, I will never betray him for three lives and seven lifetimes.
With an evil smile on his lips, Mo Han took the first step to change his life and awakened his bloodline for the first time.
With frivolity and inexplicable self-confidence, Mo Han walked towards the blood cloud in the sky without hesitation. Like the boys and girls who steal forbidden fruit and risk everything for love.
The blood cloud in the sky surged violently as Mo Han approached. A strange beast that looked like a tiger, was as big as an ox, had two wings on its ribs, and was covered in blood-red scales, materialized from the blood cloud.
The eyes of this strange beast were as red as blood clouds, and its sharp fangs were exposed in its low roaring mouth, shining with an icy light in this bloody world.
"Qiongqi." Shengyu was far away, but his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the area shrouded in blood clouds and clearly understand everything that happened inside.
Yes, the strange beast that came out of the blood cloud was exactly the Qiongqi that Shengyu said had fallen here. It’s just that at this moment, Qiongqi, although he had pure violence in his body, his body was like that of old man Dugu, not
The entity, except for the left wing, does not even have the solidity of Old Man Dugu.
As soon as Qiongqi's body transformed, his bell-sized eyes stared at Mo Han, filled with greed, fear, and even more bloodthirsty excitement.
With a low roar, Qiongqi stepped on the blood cloud, his wings vibrated, and he flew down towards Mo Han.
"A dead beast, even if it leaves a trace of its soul behind, how big a wave it can make." Mo Han laughed, holding the killing blade in his hand and also rushed towards the flying soul of Qiongqi.
Before he could get close, Qiongqi's remnant soul swooped down, bringing gusts of evil wind that had already blown over Mo Han's body. The ferocious aura in the wind made Mo Han almost suffocated, and even the blood and energy in his body were not affected.
Control. It becomes violent and violent, and it may break through the body at any time, turning into pieces like the six corpses before.
Mo Han's eyes were still red, and his indifferent expression seemed to have turned into madness under the stimulation of anger. He didn't care about the strange movements in his body or the evil wind rushing towards him. He held the killing blade in one hand and continued to swoop in without hesitation.
Qiongqi, who came down, rushed away.
Chi...
When Mo Han and Qiong Qi were about to collide head-on, and Mo Han could even see the hair on Qiong Qi's face clearly, Mo Han suddenly turned sideways to avoid Qiong Qi's head-on collision, and the killing blade struck fiercely.
Insert it towards the side of Qiongqi's neck.
The killing blade did not insert into Qiongqi's body as Mo Han wished. Instead, it violently rubbed against the blood-red scales on Qiongqi's surface, causing sparks to shoot out.
The ear-piercing clicking sound and the sound of the evil wind brought by Qiongqi's swooping down were like thunder roaring in his ears, causing Mo Han's orifices to bleed in an instant, and he could not hear anything.
Fortunately, after a short period of friction reduction, Mo Han got a buffer, grabbed Qiong Qi's left wing and turned over to ride on Qiong Qi.
Qiongqi roared, very angry at this tiny human who did not die in the impact and turned over to ride on him. His wings vibrated and flapped violently in the air, and his body as big as an ox flew sharply in the space shrouded in blood clouds.
It rose and fell in a rampage, trying to force Mo Han off his back.
Mo Han sneered and endured the pain all over his body, especially the pain from the various mixed sounds coming from his ears. But he finally took advantage of Qiongqi's carelessness and climbed onto his back, but how could he get rid of him so easily.
Bang, bang, bang, one after another, each one stronger than the other, each one more powerful than the other, it seems that it will never stop and become eternity.
The roar of the beating heart resounded in Mo Han's body, in Mo Han's mind, and also in the ears of Qiongqi underneath Mo Han.
Amidst the loud beating of Mo Han's heart, the violent and ferocious Qiongqi's violent and bloodthirsty eyes were a little startled, as if he had remembered something, but was not sure, and was still in the process of determining it.
The pure violent energy that entered Mo Han's body was originally absorbed by the killing blade and then passed into Mo Han's body. Ever since the beating sound of Mo Han's heart came out, Mo Han's entire body, or heart to be precise,
It turned into a bottomless pit, and as soon as the violent energy entered Mo Han's body, it was absorbed by it instantly. Later, he was not satisfied with the absorption speed of the killing blade, and even took the initiative to absorb it.
If Qiongqi's body is compared to a dam, then the hostility in its body is like the torrential flood blocked by it. The moment Mo Han's powerful beating heart wakes up, the torrential flood intercepted by Qiongqi's body is like being opened
Like a floodgate, it quickly poured into Mo Han's body and went straight to his heart.
An angry and low roar similar to that of an elephant dog came from Qiongqi's mouth. The look in his eyes had turned to horror, as if he had encountered something extremely scary and stood motionless, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
I wonder if the Qiongqi body, which has been dead for many years, would have thought that as a famous ferocious beast, it would be afraid one day. The fear that has always only appeared in the cowards would appear in it.
The world stood still at this moment, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, Qiongqi lay on the ground shivering, letting Mo Han ride on his back, not daring to make a sound, just looking pitifully with eyes as big as bells
Holding Mo Han, he seemed to be begging.
In the huge blood-colored space, only the beating sound of Mo Han's heart resounded, like thunder, roaring, and catharsis.
Mo Han sat on Qiong Qi's back, his spine straight, and the killing blade in his hand was still inserted into the root of Qiong Qi's left wing, without moving a single bit.
Qiongqi's head drooped to the ground, and his eyes were deathly gray. There was no anger or sadness. It seemed that everything was as it should be amid the strong beating of his heart.
Half an hour later, Mo Han jumped off Qiongqi's back. His heart was still beating strongly, but there was no anger left in Qiongqi's body, leaving only an empty shell.
Raising his head, Mo Han looked up at the bloody sky forty-five degrees. Disdain seemed to flash across his cold face. With a long roar, the blood cloud in the sky was sucked into his mouth like a whale sucking water.
As soon as the blood cloud entered the mouth, the huge attraction from the heart immediately integrated it into it.
I don't know what's so special about Mo Han's heart. It absorbed so much violence and it's still the same size without any change, but there's a seed-like mark on it.