Mo Han's expression was solemn, and Chi An's eyes were vicious, with a hint of fear. Wei Su, Peng Yu, and Qian Ze had shock on their faces. None of them had ever seen Mo Han's blood.
Falling to the ground, but at this moment they all know how powerful this move is, and even from a long distance, they can feel the terror of the space splitting apart.
The eagle swooped down from high altitude. Logically speaking, his speed would be getting faster and faster, but the eagle, which only had his soul left and was wildly stimulated by Chi'an's secret method, slowed down. It can be seen from his blood-red eyes.
Fear. In addition to the terrifying power of the drop of blood, this fear also included the fear of a certain aura on Mo Han's body.
The little bits of sunlight that penetrated the protective layer of the poisonous mist of the fish-insect swamp with great difficulty quietly disappeared. The wind blew from nowhere, blowing past the dead tribe, blowing past Mo Han's thin body, and blowing past Chi'an's red face.
The face blew past Wei Su, Peng Yu, He Qian, and everything else.
People have life, eagles have life, plants have life, and everything in the fish and insect swamp has life. Such as this fog, this wind, and this blood drop.
Mo Han has always had a balance in his heart, good is good, bad is bad, it has nothing to do with others, it is just his heart. People who are pleasing to the eye are always pleasing to the eye, and people who are not pleasing to the eye are always pleasing to the eye, no matter how much they act. For example, Long Zheng is pleasing to the eye,
Blessed by the clouds, Chi'an is not pleasing to the eye.
The falcon will be afraid, but the blood drop will not. Therefore, the speed of the falcon's dive will become slower and slower, and the speed of the blood drop will become faster and faster, because of fear, because of fear.
Mo Han's face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold. He looked at the falcon and looked at Chi An with no murderous intent or resentment, just like a stranger. But all this indifference made Chi An feel cold and scared, as if he was already dead.
Same thing.
Poof.
In the end, the falcon failed to avoid the blood droplets flying towards it, because Chi'an did not allow it to retreat, because he rushed too fast at the beginning. So the blood droplets with fine space cracks hit its forehead, just like a falling droplet.
The pebbles dropped into the water, making only a dull sound.
Silently, the blood-red falcon stayed quietly in the air, with the gaze and fear in its eyes frozen. One after another, more coquettish lights than it penetrated from the inside of its body, and in a short time, its entire body
It is just like a sieve. And the light passing through its body is like sunlight passing through a sieve, but the color is different.
Chi'an, who was standing on the ground, let out a muffled groan, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. His trembling body finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell forward to the ground. The imperial fan in his hand was full of fine cracks, and he could tell at a glance that he had reached the end of the oil lamp.
When it's dry.
The soul of the falcon gradually disappeared in mid-air, and a drop of more strange and bright blood reappeared in mid-air, slowly flying towards the place where Chi'an was. There was no space crack, no evil aura, only light, just like an ordinary drop of blood.
of blood.
Mo Han landed a foot away from Chi An, and blood droplets quietly floated less than a centimeter behind Chi An's head.
Chi An was lying on the ground, bleeding from all his orifices, and there was still viciousness on his feminine face. It was difficult for him to even move his fingers. When Mo Han arrived, he still used the last strength of his life to slightly raise his head: "
You are not a human being, you are a monster, you are a devil, and I will not let you go even if I am a ghost."
Mo Han stood quietly, without speaking. He just raised his palm and waved gently to He Qian and the others, and then he was lost in thought. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew what he was going to say. Even just
Even he himself didn't know what he was thinking, but Wei Su, who was close to him, seemed to hear him murmuring: "What is good, what is bad, what is right, what is wrong."
He Qian looked at Chi'an lying on the ground like a dead dog. The anger in his heart disappeared completely for some reason, and he knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
Those who have died are completely dead and cannot be resurrected; those who have left have left forever and will never come back. So what if Chi An is killed, so what if he is heartbroken.
Death is like a lamp going out. The seeds of hatred should not be planted in the heart, and the face of hatred should not block your eyes. Chi An died, with his resentment and hatred for Mo Han. He died with the revenge of Qian Tribe.
, but he has no joy after revenge, only a gentle smile. Because he still has hope, he still has things to do, responsibilities he has to bear, and a group of people are waiting for him.
"My benefactor, I will go first. As long as you give orders in this life, Qian Bi and I will fight to the death."
A fire, a fire, there was no prairie fire, but it completely turned the former tribe in the fish and insect swamp into ashes, including Chi'an's body. He Qian left, not to die, but to find his hope for the future.
, to protect everything in his future.
"Let's go too." Mo Han's face returned to a trace of ruddy color, but his eyes were full of loss. It seemed that he had lost something and gained something. No one knew it, and no one understood it. Maybe this is growth.
There is a monument in the deepest part of the fish and insect swamp. It is ten feet high, three feet wide and one foot thick. On the top of the monument, two large characters "sacrifice to the spirit" are written squarely.
No one knows what kind of god it is dedicated to, or what kind of ghost it is, but it is like a mortal spirit standing in the deepest part of the Fish and Insect Swamp, reaching straight into the sky, even the miasma and poisonous mist shrouding the sky above the Fish and Insect Swamp.
As if he was also worried about something, a piece of clear sky was opened for it.
Every cultivator who enters the Medicine-free Valley is unwilling to miss the memorial monument and will try his best to come here. Because everyone knows that it buries unknown secrets and seals unborn treasures. Everyone fantasizes about it
You are unique and the darling of this world.
The memorial stele was completely deserted in a radius of a hundred feet, with layers of white bones piled up. Under the sunlight that passed through the only gap, it shone faintly.
At the edge of the hundred-foot-square forbidden area of the memorial monument, a small circle of cultivators has been standing. They are staring at everything within the scope of the spiritual monument. No one is willing to take a step and step lightly into the hundred-foot-square forbidden area. Even though
They only need to move their feet a little and they will step into it.
Every time the cultivators come here, there are some who are bold, timid, those with high cultivation level, those with low cultivation level, those who are confident, those who have low self-esteem, those who are crazy, and those who are cowardly. Those who are bold, those with high cultivation level, those with low self-confidence, etc.
Crazy cultivators will step into it without hesitation to find the treasures in their dreams. However, all cultivators who step into it will be turned into a pool of pus and blood, and not even their bones will be left behind.
When Mo Han and his party came here, they saw this scene.
The sunlight shines on the memorial tablet, shining with colorful light, just like a group of souls wandering in the world and unwilling to leave, doing the last dance of their lives. Strange to say, the memorial tablet should be so gloomy.
The monument is like a sacred object dropped in the world, which makes people involuntarily admire and believe in it.
Mo Han glanced at the crowd surrounding the forbidden area of the memorial monument. If he didn't find anyone familiar, he jumped over them and landed on the memorial monument.
There seemed to be low humming, there seemed to be Sanskrit singing, there seemed to be unwilling shouting, all kinds of sounds and emotions rushed into Mo Han's mind overwhelmingly, and like the gentle breeze and drizzle, it made people unable to stop and sink into it.
Yes, this kind of thing is called happiness, inexplicable happiness.
Snapped.
Peng Yu's thick palm patted Mo Han's shoulder heavily, waking him up: "The memorial tablet can not only sacrifice the dead souls, but also the living souls. There is a legend that it likes pure and clean hearts, because they always cherish
An innocent heart is not disturbed by external things, it will lead them to heaven."
No one paid attention to the arrival of Mo Han, the three men and the beast, and no one glanced at them. All their minds were immersed in the memorial tablet and the withered bones on the ground.
Wei Su looked at everything in the forbidden area of the Soul Sacrifice Monument with confusion: "Didn't it mean that the radius of a hundred feet around the Soul Sacrifice Monument was completely deserted and barren of grass? Why are there so many dead bones left behind?"
"Because all the withered bones here are not from now, but from ancient times. Anyone who can leave bones here has reached heavenly cultivation."
Zhuge Jing held Bodhidharma in his hand like an eminent monk and walked slowly towards Mo Han and his party.
Mo Han withdrew his gaze from the memorial tablet and nodded slightly in greeting, but said nothing.
"Are you the leader they introduced?" Wei Su asked Zhuge Jing with a different smile on his chubby face.
Zhuge Jing nodded: "Yes, he doesn't know what the great changes in the Demonless Valley mean, but as a disciple of the master of Ziwei Pavilion, I believe you know what this means. We need this monument to suppress those people who are ready to move.
Only in this way can we protect the peace of the Dead Leaf Continent for thousands of years."
Wei Su did not agree immediately, but asked: "How to distribute?"
"Whoever gets it gets it. The ultimate goal is just to suppress them."
"We are neither friends nor enemies, just strangers." Mo Han is a lone wolf. He has his own wolf pack, but that group is very small, at least now.
The cultivators who can come here are either the best of the younger generation, or the old people whose cultivation has been stagnated in the foundation-building stage for a long time. Maybe they will reach the golden elixir stage once they realize enlightenment, or maybe they will give up hope for the rest of their lives. But no matter what kind of people they are, they
We all know a man named Mo Han, the young man in front of us.
Many of them only know Mo Han based on rumors, and it has nothing to do with good or evil, good or bad, but they are in awe. After all, the killing blade has such a bad reputation, and Mo Han's reputation will naturally not be very good.
So when I saw Mo Han coming with Wei Su Pengyu, I subconsciously stepped aside to let them pass.
"The Killing Blade and the Heaven-shaking Seal alone cannot protect you from reaching the spirit memorial monument, let alone give you time to comprehend." Zhuge Jing was startled. After all, he was only a child who was not yet under age. He did not understand what Mo Han meant.