When Mo Han said those words, Ban Liming seemed to be like a deflated ball, and the momentum of his whole body fell, and the whole person was a little excited, very decadent, and coughed sharply.

Ban Liming coughed very badly, and mouthfuls of blood spurted out with the cough. Mo Han's blow, the murderous reputation of the Killing Blade, was even more powerful than he expected, and it was even more powerful than everyone imagined. Ban Liming has never figured out why Mo Han, who seems to be weak, is so powerful, why he doesn't die, every time he is like Xiao Qiang, who can't be killed, he lives strongly. Is this really fate?

Everyone here looked at Ban Liming, who was still majestic one moment ago and decadent in the next second, with a shocked expression, and couldn't figure out why? Could it be that Mo Han's words were really so powerful? Even Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng, who were standing with Mo Han, couldn't understand that in their plan, they would have a big battle, a battle of life and death.

Only Mo Han was still indifferent, not surprised at all, as if he had already expected the current situation.

Ever since Mo Han passed the exam in the Demon Capital and completely got rid of the control of the Xuanye Kingdom, Mo Han felt that there was something in the dark that was guiding him forward, that thing would not tell him everything in the future, but would always tell him a feeling in many moments. It was as if he had inexplicably guessed that Ban Liming had sent Xiao Ning out of the Wuhua Rainforest.

This feeling comes very naturally, as if it were innate, as if it were meant to be.

"Is this fate?"

Ban Liming finally calmed down the restlessness in his body, and he stopped coughing, just looked at Mo Han blankly. The world thinks he is a madman, unreasonable, even a pervert, but only he knows that he is not a madman, because a real madman is irrational. He has reason, he knows better than anyone what he is doing, and he knows better than anyone what he should and should not do.

It was what he should do to kidnap Xiao Ning, and it was not what he should do to completely offend Mo Han.

"Do you believe that all of us are illusory, all of us don't exist?"

Ban Liming stared at Mo Han's eyes tightly, wanting to see what he hoped to get from Mo Han's eyes, but the final result disappointed him.

Mo Han's face was dazed, and even his eyes were dazed. Ban Liming knew, Mo Han didn't know, maybe his guess was wrong, but he wouldn't give up.

Qi Ling and Wei Su glanced at each other, and suddenly the same thought as Ban Liming suddenly appeared in their hearts, this thought appeared out of thin air, and it was so real and out of control.

The world is illusory, and none of them exist. So what is the meaning of their existence? Qi Ling and Wei Su were confused, and they invariably set their eyes on Mo Han.

Poof.

Behind them, a huge pillar of light, representing the waterhole of life, collapsed at this moment, and with a huge sound of electricity and dazzling light, a majestic mountain fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

The lush mountain is covered with a variety of vegetation, surrounded by colorful mist, and the faint sound of various birds, beasts, fish and insects comes from the sound of streams, as if it were fairy music.

But at this time, no one thinks that all this is beautiful, because the mountain is so big that people can't see the edge at a glance.

The huge shadow of the mountain shrouded everyone below, and they did not even have the courage to flee, because they could not see any hope of escape.

Mo Han didn't move, looking up at the gradually falling mountain, his face was full of indifference. Qi Lingwei and Su Xiaosheng didn't move, and his heart was calm. It's not that they look down on life and death, or that they don't want to run away. It's that they believe in Mo Han and believe in Mo Han unconditionally. They believed that if he really died under the mountain, Mo Han would not be indifferent. Because Mo Han is never a person who gives up easily.

The fear of death spreads silently, and panic hangs like a guillotine on everyone's neck, to cut off the final blow and make them say goodbye to the world once and for all.

The huge mountain was still slowly falling, and it seemed to be very close to them, but it was this seemingly close distance that it took this mountain peak a whole hour to completely reach the top of their heads.

It wasn't overhead, after all, the mountain was still a long way from them, but the peak, which at first looked very huge, when they could see clearly, was very low, not at all as large as they had seen at first. The only thing that was the same was that the mountain peaks still had a majestic momentum, and as the mountain peaks got closer and closer to them, it was like a big rock pressing on a person's chest, making them breathless.

In the colorful misty mountain peaks, Mo Han saw one picture after another, these pictures were like a beautiful soap bubble, telling the story of another world, and the story of their world.

The cultivators under the majestic momentum of the mountain peaks all saw these images, and they began to doubt themselves, the world, and whether they really existed? Is it really as Ban Liming said, everything they have here is illusory, this is just an invisible cage, a cage built to achieve ulterior purposes. Or maybe it's for someone?

All the cultivators here all set their eyes on Mo Han, and they remembered Ban Liming's previous performance: he stared into Mo Han's eyes and asked, 'Do you believe that all of us are illusory and non-existent?'

They also remembered that Mo Han appeared in the cultivator's field of vision, and everything happened. In their eyes, these things are all death-bound killings, but Mo Han is coming back to life again and again from these seemingly death-defying killings, and he is alive and kicking. Could it be that this seemingly illusory world really exists because of Mo Han?

They don't know, they don't want to know, so be it, maybe they don't know the deepest truth, and they will be a little happier.

Looking at the mountain peaks that were getting closer and closer to him, Mo Han's eyes were lost, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't see anything clearly, as if he was dead. But a strong, powerful beating sound came from his heart, telling him that he was alive.

"Dugu, do you say that this world is really illusory? Do we really not exist?" Mo Han didn't know if he was hallucinating, he saw the complete Linglong Pagoda appear in front of him, and the old man Dugu sat quietly cross-legged in front of the tower, motionless, like a monk who had passed away, quiet and peaceful.