Mo Han calmed down, took off his mask, pushed his cloak behind his back, and knocked lightly on the door: "Don't be afraid, I'm Mo Han, a disciple of the stegosaurus." Ye Lao is waiting for you at home, and now I will take you back. ”

The crying in the house died down and became very silent.

Mo Han didn't rush to push the door in, he was giving them a time to react and prepare in their hearts.

"Stegosaurus, is Stegosaurus the brother that Daddy often mentions?" the woman asked.

"Yes, yes, even the people in the village don't know the name of Brother Stegosaurus, that's right!" the man said in surprise.

The wooden door creaked open, Mo Han put the ghost king mask behind him, and greeted the two with a smile: "My name is Mo Han, and my master Stegosaurus heard that there is a problem at home, so let's resolve it." ”

The moonlight was clear, and Mo Han saw the man's thick eyebrows and big eyes, as if he was about to freeze together because of sorrow. He has a strong body and wears a brown coarse cloth shirt, giving people a sense of stability and stability.

The woman didn't groom her makeup much, her light eyebrows swept across, her tears flashed like a lake, her red lips and silver teeth and her chin were round, and her eyes showed some unusual women's decisiveness and virtuousness. Although she is a village woman, she has the softness of a pear blossom with rain.

Mo Han felt that Xiao Yi was more like his mother.

"Are you here to save us?" asked Xiao Yi's father, half-convinced.

"Well, to frighten you, if you have anything to bring, I'll send you away. Mo Han nodded in response.

Xiao Yi's mother said gratefully: "Then thank you, little brother," she hurriedly turned around and retrieved a package from a bed with only wooden planks, and asked nervously: "But, there are so many guards, how do we go?"

Mo Han kept a smile to make the two of them less worried, and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I have my own way." ”

Xiao Yi's parents are the same generation as the master, and Mo Han feels that he should be called uncle and aunt.

Xiao Yi's mother heard Mo Han call her aunt, and she was much more relieved, with a smile on her face, and said, "I'm tired." ”

They felt from Mo Han's smile that they had never felt more steadied than before, since he could come in smoothly, they believed that the young man in front of them would definitely take them away from Shun Heaven.

As soon as the two of them left the room, they saw the two guards who collapsed under their feet, and the blood on the ground spread all over the ground, reflecting the moonlight and scarlet.

Xiao Yi's father was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his feet, and Xiao Yi's mother grabbed him and signaled to be quiet.

Mo Han glanced at the corpses on the ground and said, "It's out of the way." ”

Mo Han whistled, and the golden-winged roc spread its wings and glided.

"Auntie, forgive me!" Mo Han grabbed their waists left and right, jumped onto the wall, and then jumped forward, flying onto the back of the golden-winged roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc rushed upwards and climbed high in the sky.

"Who! There's someone there, someone has broken in!" For a moment, there was a panic in the inner courtyard of Shun Heaven.

Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian saw that the two of them were saved, and knew that the bloodbath was about to begin.

Xiao Yi's parents have seen flying beasts, but they have never ridden flying beasts, and the two are afraid of falling down and squatting together. Seeing the Juntendo compound below, he finally escaped from the cage. In addition to the surprise, he hugged his head and cried.

Xiao Yi's mother wiped away her tears with her sleeves and sobbed: "Thank you for saving our family!"

Mo Han saw that she was going to kneel and bow, and hurriedly squatted down to straighten up, and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, this is my birthday, don't see the family outside." Let this flying beast send you back first, and we will destroy Shun Heaven!"

She is not like an ordinary village woman, she knows some etiquette and favors. Mo Han was afraid that she was saying something grateful or making a grateful move, so he hurriedly flew down from the Golden-winged Dapeng Fly.

Mo Han landed on the top of the main hall of Shun Heaven, standing on top of a stone carved dragon head that rose high. Looking at the Golden-winged Dapeng Dynasty

Fly in the direction of Maple Leaf Village, and soon they will be home.

Looking down at Shun Heaven's people surrounding him, some masters began to jump up and kill Mo Han.

Mo Han put on the mask of the Ghost King, and his eyes looked down like the death contempt of the Grim Reaper. Raising his head, a devilish roar came out: "Kill!"

With a shake of his arms, his body was surrounded by eight one-zhang high fire spirit runes, and the scorching flames and violent energy directly wiped out the group of masters who had just rushed up in an instant.

Mo Han smashed the eight fire spirit runes into the inner courtyard and the main hall of the Qian clan, and the earth shook with a bang, and Shuntian instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The cries and howls continued in the flames, and at this moment, it was like hell on earth.

Mo Han stood motionless, there was a water realm heaven at the front door and Jianchen at the back door, he believed that even the flying insects could not fly out. He stood at the highest place and waited for the rabbit, waiting for Qian Hai, the master of Shun Heaven Hall.

Qian Hai didn't show up for a long time, and Shun Heaven began to flee up and down towards the front and back doors. They all thought that Mo Han was the ghost king who had come to harvest their lives. It's like the devil is chasing after him. Without dignity and status, he ran desperately and trampled wantonly, just wanting to escape from the gate and escape from the clutches of the ghost king.

The guards at the back door saw the flames and heard the screams of terror, and they were all confused. They didn't know whether to go in and rescue them or stay at the door.

Jianchen flew down from the gatehouse, his back to the guards motionless.

"Who are you?"

When the guards saw Jianchen appear like a ghost, they took a few steps back in fright, drew their blades and laid them in front of them.

Jian Chen turned around, revealing the face of the Ghost King, and let out a low voice from under the mask: "The one who killed you!"

Frightened, their souls turned pale, and they exclaimed, "Ghosts!"

The guards turned around and ran towards the gate, only to hear a dragon groan, and one after another blue light swords flashed like netherworld fire, and more than a dozen guards were separated by beheading limbs before they could scream.

Jian Chen rushed into the gate, turning thousands of sword qi into the sky like a rain of rain, mercilessly slashing towards the Shuntian people who had fled.

At this moment, he really understood Mo Han's heart. Hatred is like a knife that has cut the heart no longer painful, and has long been numb. Instead of seeking pleasure, killing is somewhat heavy and even somewhat depressing. This kind of heaviness is like an extra layer of sediment in the rivers and seas, and finally the vicissitudes of the sea change, and the deep sea valley becomes a towering mountain. There is no joy and sorrow, right and wrong, good and evil in my heart.

The only thing that can rule everything is the butcher's knife, and a single thought of Xiaoren may cause a catastrophe. Killing is also redemption.

The moment the water realm sky flew down from the front door, the blue ice blade pierced the air and flew out, and rows of guards fell to the ground in response. He didn't take a second look, turned around and walked towards the gate, and as soon as he turned his hand, the colorful exquisite tower appeared, and the ice crystals sealed the gate.

"Heavenly Storm!

The Water Realm Heaven is resolute in its means, and directly uses its own mastery. Ice blades swept through the sky like snow, and rows of oncoming people fell to the ground.

A large number of people were frozen, and Shui Jingtian indifferently stretched out the hand of death, and with a strong grip, the ice crystals exploded, and the red flesh and blood were wrapped in ice crystals and shiny under the moonlight.

There was a seed of hatred in the heart of the Water Realm Heaven, he had seen too many killings, and he had long been numb to the blood flowing into the river and the bones all over the field. In his heart, he only has his own clan and his own relatives, and if anyone wants to hurt them, no matter who they are, they will have to pay more blood.

Jian Chen and Water Realm Heaven struck from the left and right sides, leaving no living holes where they passed.

Mo Han threw out ten bronze corpses to kill the guards of His Royal Highness, and the bronze corpses slaughtered like wolves into the flock, wailing and screaming endlessly. I just don't see the sea of money appearing.

"Hide

Done?"

If what the guard said was true, then Qian Hai must still be in Shun Heaven. Although he had the strength of the first stage of the Yellow Order, even if Mo Han didn't notice him mixing in the crowd and running out, he couldn't escape the interception of Jian Chen and Shui Realm Tian.

What surprised Mo Han was that Qian Hai had such forbearance, and Shun Heaven was almost killed, but he hid and did not show up. Even the slightest bloody person would have rushed up to fight to the death, even if it was a ghost or a god!

Such a person is so cruel to his own people, and even more cold-blooded and ruthless to outsiders, in the world, he is afraid that the only thing he cares about is himself, or does he care about power, wealth or beauty that is more important than his life?

If such a person remains in the world, he is a dark cancer. Therefore, Qian Hai, he will die!

Jian Chen, Water Realm Heaven, and ten bronze corpses surrounded the few remaining people, and they trembled like a herd of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

They didn't have the slightest ability to resist in the face of Jian Chen's and Shui Realm Tian's slashing, and the sharp blade slashed at the bronze corpse, but they couldn't hurt them in the slightest. The bronze corpse's hideous face and invulnerability made him even more convinced that it was a demon from hell in front of him, not a human!

The flames in Shun Heaven soared into the sky, and after a burst of screams and wails, they calmed down. There were corpses everywhere, blood stained the grass and walls, and a pool of blood flashed in the firelight.

If this stalemate continues, I'm afraid someone will come. It is better to solve it as soon as possible, so as not to affect the later plans.

Mo Han flew down from the top of the main hall, pointed to the cowering person and asked, "Who, it's Chanton!"

"Ahh

A frightened voice came from the crowd, Mo Han glanced at the crowd lying on the ground, and saw a man with a disheveled head, disheveled, kneeling on the ground with his hands buried in his face. This was the one he made.

He felt Mo Han bury his head tighter and tremble even more, and whispered, "Don't kill me!

"Who's Chanton!" Mo Han let out another low growl.

"Ahh

The man was kicked down by someone next to him and rolled out of the crowd.

They didn't want to be implicated by Chanton, hoping that these demons would spare their lives after killing Chanton.

Despite Chanton's brutal and evil methods, the identity of the young lord of Shun Heaven at this time no longer had any deterrent effect on them, and they preferred to live and betray them rather than their allegiance because of their interests.

Mo Han shook his hand, and the Death Scythe appeared in his hand. The handle of the scythe rested on Chanton's neck, and the blade of the scythe pressed against his neck. Mo Han pulled the scythe, and Chanton's head was about to roll to the ground.

Chanton felt as if he was surrounded by ice around his neck, and the cold light on the death sickle pierced his pores and his hair stood up, and even the trembling was strongly controlled, for fear of touching the blade of the death sickle.

"Death scythe, black cloak, ghost face, hoarse and low voice..."Chanton really believed they were ghosts.

"Are you going to Chanton?" Mo Han asked.

Chanton heard the call of death and nodded, in a small way, as if his head was shaking due to the trembling of his body.

"Chanton, stay, kill!"

Mo Han gave an order, and the ten bronze corpses roared and shot at the same time, and the steel knife ruthlessly slashed through the crowd. After a while, the screams of horror died down, and only Chanton rolled on the ground with his head in his hands. The white undershirt was red with blood, and the screams were hoarse, and they were on the verge of collapse.

He didn't hear any more sounds, and looked up with a glazed gaze, as if he had gone mad.

"Ghost, ghost gone, hehe, hehe..." Chanton pointed around, tilting his head and stunned.

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