At this moment, Jian Pengkun regretted it so much, why did he come out just now, why did he find himself boring.

"It's not good, he's going to run away, everyone stop him!"

Just when Jian Pengkun was blaming himself, Mo Han suddenly shouted, and then Jian Pengkun only felt a sharp pain in his back, which hurt into his heart.

Rumble.

A loud bang like thunder sounded behind Jian Pengkun, and Jian Pengkun himself flew out like a rag sack.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sound of explosions behind Jian Pengkun seemed to ignite*, and a series of explosions exploded from the entire field cleared by Mo Han.

"There is an ambush, Jian Pengkun, you are an old immortal, even kill your own sect, are you still human?"

"Jian Pengkun, I don't share the sky with you. ”

"Jian Pengkun, you old brute, you wait!"

All sorts of scolding about Jian Pengkun kept coming from all over the venue, but more often than not, there were howls of pain and *.

And Jian Pengkun himself was lying on the ground at this time, his entire back was blown up, and he could even see the damaged internal organs, with more air out and less air intake, and he was not far from death.

It was only at this time that Jian Pengkun realized that he was calculated by Mo Han, or that no matter who it was, as long as he was the first to jump out, he would be calculated by Mo Han. It's an unsolvable game unless no one is the first to jump out.

The sound of explosions continued, and the cultivators who entered the field cleared out by Mo Han had completely fallen into chaos, with screams everywhere, scolding, and fighting everywhere. Blood splattered, and stumps and severed arms flew up.

I don't know if it's the sequelae of the * explosion, or the effect of the formation arranged by Mo Han, the whole open space with the * explosion at the same time, a thick fog rises, these fogs can not only block the vision of the eyes, even the divine thoughts and divine consciousness can not be separated from the body, everyone can only see things within half a meter of themselves.

Beidou Qingyun and Nangong Glory stood on the outermost side with people, and did not enter the range of the formation arranged by Mo Han. Feeling the explosion sound coming from inside, Beidou Qingyun's eyes were full of thick smiles, and Nangong Glory was iron-faced, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

It can't be blamed that Nangong Glory escaped, and his face was still so ugly. When he came here, Nangong Glory was going to take people in, after all, if he wanted to get the treasure on Mo Han's body, if he was far away, he might not be able to get it. But after coming here, Nangong Glory was surprised to see that Beidou Qingyun actually came.

If anyone other than Mo Han and others knows the relationship between Mo Han and Beidou Qingyun best, then it must be Nangong Glory. In Nangong Glory's plan, Beidou Qingyun would not appear here, but Beidou Qingyun actually came, and he was still standing at the back. Nangong Glory had a heart and stood not far from Beidou Qingyun, not too close to Mo Han.

Within the scope covered by the formation, Beidou Qingyun and Nangong Glory couldn't see what was going on inside, but the explosion sound inside was endless, judging from the fluctuations generated after the explosion, the power was not very great, at least it was impossible to blow up the cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage, but the power was not small, and the cultivators of the Jindan Stage were definitely immortal and had to shed their skin.

If it was just an explosion, then Nangong Glory's face would not be so ugly, the key is that the explosion sound was endless, and in the entire range that they couldn't see clearly, it resounded for a whole time of incense.

The explosion of this incense stick is irregular, giving people the feeling of blooming everywhere. But when these irregular explosions ended, the innermost explosions sounded again, and this time the explosions were no longer everywhere, but extremely regular, like a walking person eating melon seeds, throwing them over and over again. The pace is the same size, and the speed is certain.

Beidou Qingyun looked at Nangong Glory with a smile on his face: "Do you still want the treasure on his body now, do you still want to accept him as your dog's leg?"

Nangong Glory glared at Beidou Qingyun, turned around and left. There is no point in staying here anymore, everyone who came here tonight has failed, and only Mo Han has won.

Within the range covered by the formation, Mo Han carried the Taiji heavy sword and walked outside from where he was standing. With each step, Mo Han would take away the storage bags from the cultivators who were lying on the ground wailing. And the cultivators who were not affected by the * explosion were knocked to the ground by Mo Han's sword. Of course, Mo Han didn't kill them, but simply took the storage bags from them.

In Mo Han's opinion, few of the cultivators who came here were guilty of deserving death, and taking away their storage bags was already the biggest punishment for them. Mo Han himself didn't want to kill too much, although he had already killed a lot.

Half an hour later, Mo Han had already put everyone's storage bags on himself, and he didn't open them to see it, and threw them all into the Linglong Tower.

The entire area covered by the formation was silent, and there was no sound of explosions, nor the sound of cultivators wailing.

The heavy lead cloud in the sky suddenly exploded, and a heavy rain hit in an instant, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Due to the exhaustion of the Yuan Shi Yuan Power that supported the formation, the huge formation slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, and the thick mist was also washed away by the heavy rain, revealing the original appearance of the earth.

There is no longer Mo Han in the field, and there is no longer the figure of the major forces in the Cambrian Continent. After harvesting everyone's storage bags, Mo Han had already left, and when he felt the formation collapse, the embarrassed Cambrian Continent cultivators also quietly left.

In the courtyard where Zhao Kai'an of the Zhao family is located.

"Young Master, we!" Slippery Pig Iron blushed his face, eager to eat Mo Han's meat and drink Mo Han's blood.

"Shut up, isn't it enough to lose face? What's the use of raising you bunch of waste!" Zhao Kai'an couldn't help but scold anymore.

This is the biggest loss he has suffered since he was born. He has never suffered two losses at the hands of the same person, and this time he not only suffered a loss, but also was so aggrieved.

Whenever he thought of Mo Han holding a black lacquer* the size of a baby's fist in his hand, placing it in front of their eyes, and letting them hand over the storage bag on their bodies, Zhao Kai'an couldn't wait to tear Mo Han apart.

If Mo Han was in his heyday, Zhao Kai'an might have swallowed this breath and would not be depressed, after all, Mo Han's power in his heyday was there. But when Mo Han appeared beside them and asked them to hand over the storage, it was obviously the end of the strong crossbow, with a strong breath. Even if it was an ordinary person without a cultivator, when he came to Mo Han, he could kill Mo Han with a knife.

But they didn't dare to resist, the black thing the size of a baby's fist gave them an extreme sense of crisis, and at the same time, they had already discovered that the explosion sound in the area covered by the formation was also generated by this thing.

"Why are you still standing, don't you hurry up and chase me, you must not let him escape!"