"Why doesn't Mo Han come out? Could it be that he has already, no, no, no, Mo Han is an invincible Xiao Qiang. God's punishment has not killed him, how can a mere bit of violence cause him to lose his life?
"The little fat boy Wei Su was restless, walking back and forth on the same spot, muttering to himself.
"Qiongqi is dead, the blood cloud has dispersed, and Mo Han will come out immediately." Shengyu stood in the air, staring at the direction of the blood cloud with his two small eyes, looking at the body standing silently, and added: "Don't
I pounced on him in a hurry, Mo Han’s current state doesn’t seem to be right.”
The killing blade whispered quietly in Mo Han's hand. He wanted to move but didn't dare to move, for fear of angering the indifferent Mo Han.
It wasn't until the sound of the strong beating of Mo Han's heart gradually disappeared and everything returned to calm that the weapon spirit inside the killing blade breathed a long sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.
As soon as the blood cloud disappeared and the blazing sunlight shone on the desert again, the fat guys Wei Su and Peng Yu didn't even hear what Shengyu said, and they immediately galloped towards Mo Han.
As soon as the little fat boy Wei Su came closer, he hugged Mo Han tightly: "Xiao Han, are you okay?"
His tentacles were cold, and his heart was as cold as a temperature that did not belong to a living person. The little fat man Wei Su shivered unnaturally, but his arms holding Mo Han did not let go, and he hugged her tighter.
Two tears slipped silently from the corners of Mo Han's eyes. After a long time, Mo Han shook his head: "I'm fine."
Whose tears slide down the face without leaving any trace, whose heart is cold in the heat, and who walks alone in loneliness and pain.
Old Man Dugu looked at Mo Han with his cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to look through the depths of his pupils, through his blood-stained body, into his heart, and into the depths of his soul.
Peng Yu rushed over like Wei Su and subconsciously raised his arm, wanting to slap Mo Han on the shoulder. But after his arm was raised, he could not fall down for a long time.
He felt a little strange about Mo Han at this time. Although Mo Han looked the same as before except for his cold expression, his palms just couldn't fall. It seemed that there was something deep in Mo Han's body and soul that he didn't know about.
Something that made him fearful and inexplicable.
"I don't have any flowers on my face. You are all staring at me."
The depressing atmosphere dissipated with Mo Han's words. Peng Yu's raised palm fell heavily on Mo Han's shoulder. Regardless of the blood stains and pungent smell on his body, it expressed Peng Yu's deep concern for Mo Han.
and care.
Old Dugu didn't say anything, shook his head, and returned to Linglong Tower with a calm expression. However, the flickering look in his cloudy eyes revealed his inner unrest.
"Qiongqi appears, Mota appears. You killed Qiongqi's remnant soul and swallowed up the essence of Qiongqi's life-long anger. You should know how to summon Mota, right?" Shengyu did not jump up to Mo like before.
Han's shoulders instead fell on Qiongqi's remains lying on the ground after his death.
Mo Han nodded quietly, unable to explain how he felt, as if his soul did not belong to his body, and he was just an outsider, quietly watching everything that happened.
The Mota is the core symbol of the Serpent Desert. According to legend, it contains one of the tokens that can open the altar of inheritance. Only those recognized by the Demonless Valley can find the real Mota and obtain the tokens.
Shengyu was undoubtedly one of the people recognized by the Demonless Valley, so they were looking for the real Mota from the beginning, and did not go to the symbolic Mota at the core of the Snake Desert.
For seven days and seven nights, Shengyu only knew that he could find Mota by heading in the direction of the sun, but he didn't know where Mota was. Until the evil aura on Mo Han's body and the strong murderous aura of the killing blade attracted Qiongqi's remains in the Snake Desert.
When he was angry, Shengyu knew who could find Mota, and that person was Mo Han.
After Shengyu asked Mo Han, he said nothing again, circling around the remains of Qiongqi's remnant soul, jumping up and down, his two little eyes spinning non-stop.
It seems that he has some bad intentions in his heart.
"There's no need to look at it, and there's no need to take any chances with it. There's nothing you can use on this relic, it's just a relic. It's better to let ashes return to dust, and dust to dust."
The little fat boy Wei Su finally calmed down his excitement, loosened his arms holding Mo Han, and lowered his head with a flushed face. He seemed to know that his behavior just now was inappropriate. After all, he and Mo Han were both men.
Mo Han smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to pick up Shengyu and put it on his shoulder, and gently touched the forehead of Qiongqi's head with one finger.
In the hot snake and scorpion desert, there is no wind during the day, but the moment Mo Han's fingers touched the center of Qiongqi's head and eyebrows, the calm breeze suddenly rose in the desert, whining low in the air. It seemed to be telling Qiongqi.
His whole life seemed to be filled with sadness for Qiongqi's death.
The remains of Qiongqi's remnant soul turned into pieces of crystal clear gravel in the blink of an eye, rising and floating in the breeze, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Go quickly, the fire cloud has disappeared, the treasure must have been born, no matter what, you must keep the treasure in my lord's cultivation!"
"I will go first, and you will follow. The treasure must not fall into other sects!"
"We speed up the process. When the treasure comes out, it will definitely attract the covetousness of many people. No matter what the situation is, it will definitely fall into the devil's path."
"Hey, I didn't expect that I was so lucky. As soon as I came in, a treasure was born."
…
Mo Han looked at the remains of Qiongqi's remnant soul that had just disappeared. Before he had time to sense the direction of Mo Tower, noisy sounds came from all directions, some were surprising, some were domineering, some were vicious, and some were righteous.
In the time it took to make a cup of tea, the cultivators who were on their way just now arrived at where Mo Han was and surrounded him from all sides.
All the major forces occupied a place alone, and the casual cultivators gathered together alone. No one made a sound, and they all silently looked at the three people and one dog in the center.
But no matter how silent they are, it is just the silence before the storm, and no one wants to be the first to do so.
"Yuhuang Valley, Junxiu Sect, Wenxian Palace, Burning Heaven Sect, except for Xuanye Kingdom, which was crippled just now, and the forces behind us, all the major forces on the Dead Leaf Continent are basically here.
"Wei Su looked at the cultivators coming around and whispered in Mo Han's ear.
"Come on, come on, if any of you get the treasure, show it to me. I promise not to steal it. I'm really just looking at it."
A burst of laughter suddenly came from a distance, with a domineering and joking tone, instantly breaking the depressing atmosphere here.
For some reason, Mo Han always felt that this voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"Long Zheng of Qingli Kingdom, isn't this bastard in seclusion to attack the embryonic stage? Why is he here?" Wei Su, the fat boy, stared at the direction of the sound with his eyes wide open.
A handsome young man in green clothes, with an arrogant look on his face, flew in from the sky, followed by two old men.
There was a bright smile on this young man's face, and the sun shone on his handsome and sunny face, making people feel lost for a moment.
The person who came was none other than Long Zheng, who had a relationship with Mo Han, or had a fight with Mo Han, and had inexplicable feelings that were both evil and good.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Before Long Zheng landed, he had already noticed the three Mo Han and the beast. In other words, as long as the man was not blind, he would definitely notice the three Mo Han.
Because the cultivators who were coming towards the blood cloud in search of treasures subconsciously surrounded the three of them, standing there alone.
Long Zheng didn't mind the unkind looks from around him, and strode towards where Mo Han and the others were, looking familiar.
"You!" Chi'an, a direct disciple of Jun Xiuzong's leader Ji Jia, is the leader of Jun Xiuzong this time. Just now, a disciple of Jun Xiuzong who was behind him was very unhappy when he saw Long Zheng arriving first, and he yelled.
.But as soon as he said a word, Long Zheng's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling had already fallen on him.
For some reason, when Long Zheng's eyes fell on him, he suddenly felt a chill, as if he was being targeted by an extremely ferocious beast. As long as he said one more word, he would be greeted by death.
"Chi'an, take care of your dog and don't let it bark." Long Zheng's eyes moved from the Jun Xiuzong disciple to Chi'an.
Chi'an, like Long Zheng, was dressed in Tsing Yi, holding a jade fan in his hand, looking like a scholar with no power to tie a chicken. But for some reason, Long Zheng, wearing the same Tsing Yi, looked upright and upright.
, Chi'an looks a bit evil, as if there is darkness in his place.
"My disciples of Xiuzong do not need you to teach me a lesson, and you are not qualified to teach me a lesson. If you are not convinced, you can come over and challenge me a few times to see who wins and who loses." Chi An shook the jade fan in his hand,
He looked a bit lazy and didn't look like he was going to fight.
"Tch, you don't have the treasures that appear here. I'm full, why should I fight you?" Long Zheng made a disdainful sound, turned his head slightly, and glanced at everyone around him, with an arrogant look that seemed to say
None of you are qualified.
The people from the four major forces and all the casual cultivators looked at Long Zheng and the two old men behind him unkindly, but no one interrupted or stood up.
There are very few people who can enter the Demonless Valley. Long Zheng is a lunatic, a complete lunatic, and the kind of lunatic who is overflowing with talent and whose cultivation surpasses his peers. There were people who were targeted by him just to beat them up.
After one fight, he chased her for two whole years.
Moreover, although the two old men who had been following Long Zheng silently did not speak, it could be seen from their calm steps and extraordinary temperament that they were at least at the Golden Core level.
"Nothing good happens every time I meet you. Did you take the treasure from this world?" Long Zheng came to Mo Han and reached out to pat Mo Han on the shoulder.
Just following his words, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly condensed, making people feel cold in this hot desert, so his raised arm did not fall for a long time.
Of course, the thing that could make the third prince of Qingli Kingdom, who has lived a life of debauchery, be stunned was definitely not the greedy, evil and fearful eyes of the people around him, but something coming from something strange in his sleeves.