He Qian's body trembled, and Mo Han saw panic and despair in his eyes.
"He clan leader, are you okay?"
It took a long time for He Qian to recover: "I'm fine. Let's go see what's going on first."
During the three-kilometer journey, a few people could no longer care about anything else. They all stood up and had a cup of tea.
The closer you get, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, mixed with the smell of decomposed corpses, which makes you feel sick.
The settlements of Heqian's tribal tribes are similar to those of Mu Zhaolu. The only difference is that there are small cities and houses made of loess. Here, trees were cut down and made into fences to surround the city.
There are wooden houses scattered at random inside the fence. All the fences and wooden houses are coated with an unknown substance, which not only prevents the wood from rotting, but also repels approaching mosquitoes.
The tribe that was supposed to be a harmonious one is now panicking and heartbroken. Fences have collapsed, houses have collapsed, and there are broken trees and traces of monsters everywhere. There are corpses everywhere inside, and dried blood stains can be seen everywhere.
, there were also a large number of mosquitoes flying around, and molluscs squirming on the carrion.
He Qian was stunned on the spot, the big man's tears were streaming down his face, with the color of blood.
Mo Han's arm holding the killing blade had veins popping out, his eyes were red, and evil energy permeated his whole body, which was already a sign of being possessed by a demon.
"Alas!" The old man Dugu in the Linglong Tower sighed deeply, as if he felt unfair, and seemed to feel sorry for him. As someone with an imperial lineage and a demon species, he should cultivate his moral character, try to avoid contact with negative things, and don't become possessed by demons.
.But in a short period of time, Mo Han has been possessed by the devil many times. Even if the Linglong Tower, known as a sacred weapon, protects the body, in the long run, it will completely fall into the devil's path, lose all his sanity, and become a killing machine.
Looking at everything in front of them, Wei Su and Peng Yu were also very angry. They didn't know who had attracted the monster to do such a cruel thing.
"He clan leader, do you have a grudge against anyone?" Although Mo Han has become possessed by the devil, he still retains the last of his sanity. After all, he has no one to vent his anger on.
He Qian looked calm and shook his head: "No, although we are one of the gangsters who created a momentum in the Demonless Valley, except for the King of Five Swords, no one else will be active outside. Even the identity of King of Five Swords is only
We clan leaders know it. Even though we have a smooth journey here, it is because I lead the way. If no one leads the way, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky to find this place."
"Our four tribes have lived here for thousands of years. We are very familiar with the monsters here and have corresponding defense measures. They will not take the initiative to attack our tribe unless someone deliberately drives them."
Mo Han was startled and seemed to have grasped something: "Little fat man, do you know if there is any force on the Dead Leaf Continent that can drive the monster's skills?"
"Jun Xiuzong. A long time ago, Jun Xiuzong was just a small sect. It didn't rise rapidly until the arrival of the Demon City. At that time, they relied on a technique called Yi Ling Jue. This technique was the most
The great thing is that you can enslave monsters and beasts for your own use, but the practice of this technique is extremely harsh, and nine out of ten people who practice it will die. Later, it was listed as a forbidden book by Jun Xiuzong, and it was forbidden to practice." The little fat Wei Su thought about it.
After a long time, he suddenly spoke.
"Hey, I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who know the details of the rise of Xiuzong. Wei Su is indeed worthy of being called the little prodigy of reading!"
As soon as Wei Su finished speaking, a strange laughter came from behind several people.
"Did you attract the monsters and kill the people here?" Mo Han grabbed He Qian who was about to rush forward and asked knowingly.
Jun Xiuzong Chi'an held the imperial fan in his hand, with a ferocious face: "So what? If not, so what."
"Hey, I've become possessed by a demon, but I'm still sane. I'm really not an ordinary person." Old man Dugu stood in the Linglong Tower, ready to awaken Mo Han from the inner demon at any time, but he didn't expect that Mo Han didn't do what he thought.
Losing reason and sanity.
"Why do you do this? Most of them are ordinary people. What's the use of killing them."
Chi An did not answer Mo Han's words, but looked at He Qian who was stopped by Mo Han, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Hand over the Emperor Dragon Art, and I will spare your death, otherwise the group of people lying behind you will be yours."
End!"
He Qian laughed sadly: "The Emperor Dragon Art, it is indeed the Emperor Dragon Art."
Mo Han looked at He Qian with some confusion: "He Qian, I wonder what this Emperor Dragon Art is that makes him so mad?"
Chi An looked ferocious: "Mo Han, if I kill you here, Sha Yuwei won't know about it. Don't seek death yourself. It has nothing to do with you here. Get out!"
Mo Han ignored Mo Han, but Wei Su took over the words: "You are not sure about leaving us here, and are you worried that we will ruin your affairs? However, if we are here, you can stop daydreaming and get out as soon as possible.
There is still one life left, otherwise your bones will be gone."
Chi'an's face was filled with uncertainty. The arm holding the fan loosened and tightened, held and opened, but in the end he held back and did not make a move. First, he was not completely ready yet. The two guards with him attracted more people.
The monster did not come back; secondly, Mo Han's performance in the Snake Desert Tower was too dazzling, and Mo Han's previous series of incidents made him dare not act rashly.
Leaving the Snake and Scorpion Desert and entering the Fish and Insect Swamp, by coincidence, he accidentally entered He Qian's tribe. He found that the people here were practicing and their bodies were very strong. A child of seven or eight years old had reached the late stage of physical training.
This is simply impossible outside the Demon-free Valley. In addition to the special environment of the Demon-free Valley, Chi An can only attribute the reason to the skills they practiced. Sure enough, Chi An took advantage of them not paying attention and assassinated a and
Qian's clan members searched their souls and found out that the technique they practiced was called the Emperor Dragon Jue, but no matter how much he searched, he could never find the technique of the Emperor Dragon Jue. In anger, he used the Spirit-Serving Jue to attract the monsters and generals.
He Qian's tribe massacred to find out the Emperor Dragon Jue.
"Young Master Mo, this Emperor Dragon Art is the body-refining art we practiced that I told you before. I was planning to let Young Master Mo realize his self-realization before telling you the name, but this happened instead."
Mo Han could see the intention to die in He Qian's eyes. The old patriarch passed away and his tribe suffered genocide. No one else would be able to imagine this.
Halfway through He Qian's words, he did not speak again. Instead, he walked behind Mo Han, took out a blank jade slip, entered the source and circuit diagram of Emperor Dragon Jue and handed it to Mo Han: "Master Mo, I hope you can complete the old work."
Following the instructions of the clan leader, I can’t help my ancestors, so I can only take the first step.”
Mo Han put down the arm that was blocking He Qian and held the killing blade: "What I hate the most in my life is the injustice in the world. If it happens to me, then I will accompany you to see him off."
Mo Han glanced at Wei Su and Peng Yu, who nodded slightly to him and stepped back, unknowingly blocking Chi An's retreat.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The huge heart beating sound came from Mo Han's body again, and the last bit of clarity left in Mo Han's eyes completely disappeared.
Chi'an's heart suddenly palpitated, and a bad premonition came to his mind. He subconsciously turned his head and looked around, only to see the group of monster beasts under his control arranged neatly behind him. With the beating of his heart, his eyes flashed.
Gradually becoming filled with fear.
And this fear spread among the monster beasts at an incredible speed. After a while, the cruel and bloodthirsty monster beasts quickly retreated as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in time.
Formation? Formation? Nothing worked. Chi'an's body was extremely red, as if dripping blood. This was the result of the backlash from the Spiritual Art. But no matter how he controlled it, these monsters still rushed to escape.
"Young Master, we." Outside the tribe, the two Jindan monks who had been protecting Chi'an were flying towards here with excited faces. However, they had just shouted four words and had not yet said their words.
Excited, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.
Countless monsters, like thousands of troops crossing the border, kept running away towards the outside of the tribe. The direction was exactly the direction they flew from, and behind them were a large group of monsters they had attracted.
"Young Master!" Two practitioners at the Golden Core stage screamed in despair. They had seen the terror of these monster beasts with their own eyes and knew that they would never survive in this group of monster beasts. But their young master, at this time
But they watched helplessly as the monster beasts trampled over them.