The few people walking around Mo Han and Mu Zhao knew that in the moment just now, Mo Han and Mu Zhao had already had a silent confrontation. Mu Zhao shot out with all his might, wanting to slap Mo Han with a palm. If Mo Han's strength is not enough, then Mo Han will transform into a dead soul under this palm, and if Mo Han's strength is strong, then after this palm, Mu Zhao and Killing Sheng will recognize Mo Han's identity as the leader of the Five Swords King and give him corresponding respect.

It's a pity that Mu Zhao's palm hasn't fallen yet, and he was stabbed in front of his chest by Mo Han, and he had to forcibly withdraw the strength in his hand, not only did he not test Mo Han's cultivation, but suffered a small loss.

"Let's go, brother, let's go into the city and say, what does it look like to stand here!" Lu Sheng laughed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his broad palm was also slapped on Mo Han's shoulder, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time. It's just that Mu Zhao suffered a dark loss just now, how could he not see that this slap did not have any malice, nor did it mean to be tempting.

"It's all up to the two big brothers!"

There are two streets in the small city, in the form of a cross, leading to the city gates on all sides, and there are scattered low houses on both sides of the street, most of which sell the bones and furs of monsters.

At the intersection of the two streets, there is a small square, in the center of which stands a small three-story building, two rows of naked men tattooed with golden snakes and scorpions, standing on both sides, full of fierce faces. When cultivators from outside come here, they will consciously bypass the small building and stay ten feet away.

From a distance, I saw a plaque hanging crookedly on the top of the small building, with three crooked big characters written on it: "City Lord's Mansion".

The reason why you can see the small building as soon as you enter the city gate is that the small building is the only three-story building in this small city, and it is made of huge stones mixed with mud and sand, and the others are one-story huts made of loess. At this time, Mo Han and his entourage were being taken by Mu Zhao and Lu Sheng to this only small building.

Along the way, there would always be a greeting from the hut on the street, and Mu Zhao and Lu Sheng also nodded and smiled in response. And most of the people in the hut were ordinary people who had not cultivated, and they didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate.

No one wants to live a lifetime of exile, and no one wants to spend a lifetime of baring their teeth and claws. Even the notorious and infamous leader of the bandits of the Demonless Valley has a sunny side. Maybe they're just here to survive, just to keep this group of people in the small town from the wind and frost and starvation.

"Come, brother, this is our City Lord's Mansion in the Snake and Scorpion Desert, and it is also our residence, don't you see enough domineering and magnificent!" Mu Zhao pointed to the City Lord's Mansion in front of him, with a proud face.

The traces of the years, the vicissitudes of life after the erosion of wind and rain, and the breath of distant tranquility, like the twilight of heroes, tell everything here. Perhaps thousands of years from now, who will remember the small town here, remember this dilapidated little building.

For some reason, Mo Han suddenly felt that he was small and weak in the world, just like this small city standing in the middle of the boundless desert.

When I entered the small building, I was greeted by simple wooden furniture, and the bones of demon beasts hanging on the walls on the four sides.

"The environment here is difficult and the conditions are simple, which makes the brothers smile. ”

Mu Zhao rubbed his broad palms, looking embarrassed. Killing Sheng kept a straight face, twisted his head to the side, and didn't seem to see everything. At this time, where did they still have the ferocity and cruelty of being the leader of the bandits, but they were like honest men in a farmer's house, bringing guests into the house, but they felt shy because of their own shabbyness.

Mo Han was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the guards who were standing at the door with a fierce face just now, their existence may not be to prohibit others from approaching the City Lord's Mansion, but to prevent cultivators from outside from seeing the shabby here.

Wei Su was also stunned, everything here was too far from what he had imagined, and he didn't seem to understand why the five great bandits of the Demon Valley, who were famous among their foreign cultivators, were so cold: "Aren't you two of the five great bandits in the Demon Valley?

Mu Zhao poured out hot water from the pot, one cup per person, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "The five great bandits of the Demon Valley, the five great bandits, have deceived generations and how many people have been deceived, even we ourselves have almost forgotten who we are!"

"The five bandits are just a gimmick we made up to protect ourselves and survive. Actually, we're just a bunch of poor people. Generations of people have struggled in the Demonless Valley, not only to face the harsh environment of the Heaven and Earth in the Demonless Valley, but also to face the invasion of the demon beasts in the Demonless Valley, but also to face your foreign cultivators. In order to survive, to protect our people, our ancestors had to portray themselves as ferocious and notorious bandits. ”

There is no high-quality tea here, and there is no high-quality wine, and the only thing that can entertain Mo Han is a glass of water and a few pieces of dry demon beast meat. Mu Zhao was silent, and his face was stiff.

The atmosphere of the entire floor was a little oppressive and silent, "Won't you leave the Demon Valley and go to the outside world to find a better place to live?" I believe that the environment in the outside world must be better than here."

"Leave, if we can leave, how can we struggle for generations to survive in this Demonless Valley. If you want to come in, you can only come in below the Jindan period, and it is best to build the foundation period, the demon beasts from the outside world can't get in, and the demon beasts inside can't get out. We are like this monster, we can only live here for generations. ”

"Why?" Wei Su's eyes widened, not understanding why.

"Guard, or wait?"

"Even we don't know what we're guarding, what are we waiting for? Don't mind that little brother Mu Zhao slapped just now, the Five Swords King is actually a robber that we pushed out on the bright side. After all, we can't go out every day to burn, kill, loot, and we can't do such things. But in order to push the reputation of the five bandits out, someone has to do it. ”

"The Five Swords King Disciples are the ones we pushed out, although the five great bandits seem to have nothing to do with each other from the outside, but in fact we are all the same poor people. The leader of the Five Swords King has always been chosen by our four clans. This time, we were unlucky, not only did the Five Swords King die, but even the leader of the Five Swords King fell into the hands of outsiders, so Mu Zhao was so radical before. ”

"Then how can you get out?" this time it was Mo Han who asked, and in the dark, it seemed that all this had something to do with him.

Lu Sheng shook his head: "We don't know, our ancestors have been studying our way out for generations, we only know that unless one day the entire Demonless Valley is the same as the outside world." And just a few days ago the femme fatale desert has changed, so we're still waiting. ”

"Waiting for what?"

"Someone who is destined to wait for us!" A trembling old man, holding a cane, swayed down from the top of the small building, looking at Mo Han with blazing eyes.

Mu Zhao and Lu Sheng hurriedly stood up and supported the old man on both sides: "Great Patriarch, why did you come down?"

The old man was already skinny to the bone, and although the old man looked very energetic, Mo Han could already see that he was coming to the end of his life.

"When a distinguished guest comes, how can I not come down?" The old man trembled and pushed away Mu Zhao and Killing's arms: "You two go out first, I have something to say to this little friend." ”

At the first glance of the old man, Mo Han had already gotten up, and at this time, the old man said that he wanted to talk to him alone, turned his head to look at Peng Yu and Wei Su, and motioned for them to go out.

"I don't know what the seniors have to say to the kid. After the others had left the small building, Mo Han stepped forward, helped the old man sit down, and asked respectfully.

The old man's eyes flashed with wisdom, and his somewhat cloudy eyes looked at the Holy Honor on Mo Han's shoulder, and with a gesture of his hand, the Holy Honor automatically flew in front of the old man: "Little guy, you were finally born, and it is not in vain that our clan has carefully cultivated you for so many years." ”

has always been naughty, but at this time in front of the old man like a good baby, rubbing the old man's face affectionately with his head, with a strong reluctance and attachment.

"Senior, where do you know where the Holy Honor comes from?"

The old man stroked Shengyu with his withered arms, his eyes were full of kindness and love: "Know, my clan was originally a lowly slave under the control of the fierce beast Qi Qi, after the fall of Qi Qi and Qilin. I don't know who one person came here, but according to the ancestral records, it was such a person. He brought three things, an egg, a remnant tower, and a pair of wings, and transformed the Valley of the Demons. He told my clan that my clan would wait here for generations, pouring the blood of the poor and the blood of the unicorn on the eggs every day, and that one day someone would come here with the eggs that had hatched, and give my clan eternal freedom!"

"I thought I wouldn't see that day in my lifetime, but I didn't expect him to lie to my clan, and this little guy didn't abandon us. ”

Mo Han's heart suddenly felt anxious, and he instantly understood that the person who made them wait was him, and at that time he had expected him to come here: "Senior, please tell the kid, when did that person come and where did he go?"

The old man shook his head, as if the whole person was very tired, but he didn't fall down because he was holding on: "Xiaoyou, don't be excited, we can't remember when that person arrived and where he went." Because it's really been too long, a lot of things have disappeared in the long river of time. But I'm sure that the person isn't who you think it is. ”

"What about you?"

The old man smiled, reached out and took out a turquoise bead from his arms: "I know that I have come to the end of my life, and I am unwilling to leave because of my obsession." Since you are here, Xiaoyou, it proves that in the near future, the prohibition outside the Demon Valley will completely disappear. When there is no control of the enchantment, and our clan has been separated from the human race for a long time, it will definitely not be adaptable, and it will be bullied by the wicked, and please ask the little friend to protect my clan for 20 years for the sake of this little guy and this poisonous pearl, and let them fend for themselves no matter what they live after 20 years. ”