A small black snake was inside Long Zheng's sleeve, moving around uneasily. It was Long Zheng's natal monster, the Black Snake. Later, it even bit Long Zheng's sleeve and dragged it back. Looking at it like that, it was obviously
It's because he doesn't want to get close to Mo Han.
Long Zheng's raised arm failed to fall down in the end, and he kept a distance from Mo Han until Xuan Snake Xiao Hei reluctantly calmed down, then looked at Mo Han with a wry smile and said: "What's on your body that makes me
Xiao Hei is so scared?"
The two old men behind Long Zheng also looked at Mo Han with wary faces. Although Mo Han's cultivation seemed to be in the middle stage of foundation building, for some reason, they felt an inexplicable feeling from Mo Han.
The danger is high, and I always feel that once they take action, they may not be Mo Han's opponents.
Mo Han shrugged and shook the killing blade in his hand casually: "It seems to be nothing. If there is something, then it is it!"
A strong murderous aura came from Mo Han's swinging killing blade, even with a bloodthirsty desire.
The already depressing atmosphere became even more chilly under the influence of this murderous aura.
Long Zheng's eyelids twitched, and the two old men behind him subconsciously took two steps forward to block Long Zheng behind him. They were paying close attention to the four major forces and casual cultivators here, and their brows couldn't help but frown together, determined.
The weak practitioner's face suddenly turned pale and his whole body was sweating, as if he had experienced a big battle.
"Be quiet, it's not time for you to act wild." Mo Han frowned slightly and flicked the blade with his finger.
The killing blade seemed to understand the meaning between the lines of Mo Han's words. The bloodthirsty desire finally disappeared, but the murderous intent on it remained the same as before.
The uneasiness of Xuan Snake in Long Zheng's sleeve has not subsided. It seems that what Xuan Snake is afraid of is not the killing blade in Mo Han's hand, but something else. But if Mo Han doesn't say anything, he will not continue to ask. As long as he knows that Mo Han
As long as Han has no ill intentions towards him.
"Hey, boy, let me ask you, have you seen any treasures being born? If you have, just tell everyone, and don't let everyone wait here, right?"
Similar hooting sounds continued to come from the mouths of the surrounding cultivators, and several major forces also acquiesced in the noise of their subordinates. Even later, such interrogations had formed waves, and they came towards Mo Han in waves.
Come, as if to drown the three of Mo Han in the sound.
"Boy, grandpa tells you that if you still want to walk out of this desert alive today, then you must hand over the treasure obediently, otherwise you will be asked to come in standing and go out lying down."
As long as they are cultivators, few people will have heard of Mo Han's name, Mo Han's deeds, and everything about Mo Han. But judging from the current situation, before greed and desire, they have already forgotten the dead leaves
There is a behemoth called Modu on the mainland. They have forgotten that Mo Han is still alive and well despite the heavy reward from Xuanye Kingdom, and they have forgotten the silence maintained by the leaders of the four major forces.
"So what if we pay? If we don't pay, so what?" Mo Han's voice was light and erratic. If you don't listen carefully, you can't even hear what he said. But this cold voice seemed to have magic power, and it sounded clearly.
It's in everyone's mind without a trace of emotion.
All the clamor and noise disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Do you also want to get my treasure?"
Mo Han ignored everything around him and turned to look at Long Zheng with a half-smile. The killing blade with bloodthirsty desire in his hand shone red in the sun and in his eyes. The bright red sun seemed to
It tells the cruelty of the coming night.
Long Zheng was startled. He never thought that at this time, Mo Han was not going to explain or deal with other people, but to ask him questions. In fact, he was really thinking about what treasure Mo Han got in the red cloud, and he was also thinking about it.
Gains, losses and disadvantages, do you want to grab it?
"Since ancient times, treasures have been inhabited by virtuous people. What's mine is ultimately mine. It's useless if I don't force it. Besides, if I want to take something from you, I have to be able to beat you, right?" Long
Zheng grinned, quietly put away his thoughts, and stood together with Mo Han.
At the moment when Long Zheng decided to stand with Mo Han, he did not notice the two old men standing behind him to protect him, and they obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe it's because their cultivation in the Golden Core stage is sharper than Long Zheng's, maybe it's because Mo Han gave them a different sense of danger since they appeared. In any case, they don't have to face Mo Han anymore. Even themselves
I didn't realize that at some point they had listed Mo Han as extremely dangerous, more dangerous than anyone else here.
Mo Han smiled slightly and glanced at everyone around him with indifferent eyes. Only Chi'an from Jun Xiuzong, Gu Songjie from Emperor Yu, Li Yu from Wenxian Palace, Zhuge Jing from Burning Heaven Sect and one or two people behind them stopped for a moment.
It's all swept away.
But for some reason, wherever Mo Han looked, all the cultivators around him would subconsciously lower their heads or turn their heads to avoid Mo Han's sight.
"There were no treasures in the blood cloud just now, it was all filled with anger. I just accidentally opened a door, a door leading to the core of this place."
Mo Han looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to see through the clear sky and the blazing sun to a very far place, and he seemed to be waiting for something to come.
Long Zheng was startled again. He didn't expect Mo Han to explain to him, but Mo Han gave him an explanation. He didn't expect to believe this explanation, but he believed it.
The depressing atmosphere was like a heavy dark cloud weighing on everyone's head, making them breathless. They didn't understand why under the clear sky and the blazing sunshine that made everyone sweat profusely, there was a haze in their hearts.
One cup of tea, two cups of tea, a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.
Finally, someone couldn't stand this invisible oppression, and his mood began to collapse. He took steps in silence with a crazy look on his face.
Will everyone go crazy here? Do everyone have one or two obsessions deep in their hearts that cannot be erased?
The screams rang out from nowhere, like a pebble falling on the water, breaking the tranquility here and waking up several people who were heading towards Mo Han and the others.
Chi An, Song Jie, Li Yu, Zhuge Jing, Long Zheng and one or two people behind them, Mo Han came back to his senses and looked at Mo Han with shock in his eyes. If not for that scream, maybe they would have
He left quietly like this.
A red light flashed in Mo Han's hand, and the killing blade danced on his fingertips again, as if he was about to dance a beautiful dance that would never end.
The few people who had just taken steps quickly retreated. No one knew that they were dripping with cold sweat and their clothes were soaked through.
Boom.
There was a loud noise from the ground, and the quiet and peaceful desert suddenly shook, as if an earthquake was coming.
Countless grains of sand were rushing toward a place not far from Mo Han and the others. The place was constantly sinking. It seemed that something below was beginning to wake up and stand up, causing the sand grains to flow.
Nan Ke Yi Meng, so mesmerized, who is haunted by dreams in the middle of the night, who has traveled through thousands of years just for a glance.
Mo Han's sadness came without a trace and left without a trace. It was like a dream, like the moon in the flowers and water in the mirror, and all that was left was the white figure.
The sand grains fell towards the same place at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sound of the sand was like the friction of a group of snakes moving in the dark night.
A bead the color of a grain of sand slowly rose from where the sand had sunk.
This bead is as big as the mouth of a bowl, and its surface is uneven. It is full of traces of wind and rain erosion, but I don’t know where the wind and rain erosion came from the things buried under the sand.
With the appearance of the beads, the Snake Desert shook, and the clear sky was filled with wind and clouds, which was even more powerful than the appearance of Qiongqi's remnant soul.
The appearance of Qiongqi's remnant soul was accompanied by endless violence and violent storms. The appearance of this bead only disturbed the weather environment of the Snake Desert. There was not much difference, or it may have not been fully born yet and had just woken up.
Connected to the bead is a stone with a triangular shape on all four sides. As soon as a sharp point emerges from this stone, it makes people feel that it is huge. Four or five people cannot get around it. It is not at the same level as the stone beads on it.
of.
Mo Han looked at the fully exposed beads and the triangular stones connected to them, and suddenly felt familiar. He couldn't help but think of his Linglong Tower. Yes, this was the top of a tower, the Tasha.
"Where did Mota come from?"
Everyone's attention was attracted to Mota who was being born. Mo Han stared at Mota's Tasha without blinking. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he asked the holy name on his shoulder.
"I didn't find Mota's memory from Qiongqi's remaining memories, but I found Mota's record from Qiongqi's skeleton hidden in the Snake Desert. Qiongqi and Qilin both fell after the battle, and fell here. If no one
The tomb of Demon-free Valley was specially built for them. Even if they are alien beasts, they cannot escape the ravages of time. This desert tower was brought by someone from the outside world to support the Demon-free Valley, but that person only brought it
Here comes a ruined tower, not even a tower, just a corner of a certain tower."
After Shengyu finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Han, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to find something on his face.
"What's in the desert tower?"
Mo Han's heart moved, and he immediately thought of his Linglong Pagoda. As his cultivation deepened, he knew that the Linglong Pagoda was indeed a great divine object, but it was already broken for some reason, and many of its abilities could not be exerted.
To restore the Linglong Tower to its heyday, it is necessary to find its former remains, or to find better materials than can be used to refine it before it can be refined again.
In such a short time, the Mo Tower has completely appeared in everyone's field of vision. The tall and solid tower body, like a pillar supporting the sky, is daunting and out of reach.
At a glance, the breath of vicissitudes of life rushes towards you. With the passage of time and the accumulation of years, it seems to assimilate you with it.