Because this place is located in the desert, there are very few people who usually come and go here, so Mo Han is here to cross the catastrophe, and only Fu Jiafu is the only one who watches the whole process, and occasionally a few monks passing by see the tragic situation of the guards of the city lord's mansion, and then leave a few people. There are only four or five people who are still there, but after these four or five people saw the thunderball that caused the sudden change of heaven and earth in the sky, and Fu Jiafu who fled far away, they all chose to leave.

At this moment, in the area covered by the Thunder Tribulation, there was only Mo Han alone, and the Heavenly Wheel, Reincarnation Flame, and Linglong Pagoda that Mo Han had cast were naturally not seen by others.

The three changes of the Heavenly Wheel squeezed out all the Yuan power, bloodline power, and divine consciousness power in Mo Han's body, forming a three-layer defense above Mo Han's head.

The first layer is like the name of the Phantom Second Dream, as if it is an independent colorful space, there is nothing in it, nothing exists, only a hazy patch, which makes people unable to see clearly, unlike Mo Han who experienced the curse of heaven in the Dead Leaf Continent and cast the heavenly wheel, Mo Han was not sucked into this space.

The second layer was arranged by the second transformation of the Heavenly Wheel, an incomparably huge disc, slowly rotating, not shooting out countless beams of light, but instead perfectly reflecting the thunderball that was as black as a black hole in the sky.

The third layer was formed by the Heavenly Wheel's Third Transformation Innocent Thunder, a thunderball only the size of a fist, flashing with purple light, quietly suspended directly above Mo Han, corresponding to the pitch-black thunderball.

The fourth layer of defense is completed by the reincarnation flame, the dark blue reincarnation flame, whether it is day or night, is the most dazzling existence, and the dark blue light he blooms, whether it is day or night, can be seen by people, and can make people pay attention to it for the first time. The blazing flames, like the most beautiful elves in the dark night, are not bound by any restraint or any threat of suppression, and the thunderballs above do not seem to have any effect on it.

The fifth layer of defense is formed by Mo Han's biggest hole card, the Linglong Tower. Perhaps it was because he felt Mo Han's extreme crisis, Linglong Pagoda was no longer arrogant, and the pure white light covered Mo Han's whole body, and the most important thing was to protect Mo Han's head. Judging from the strength of Mo Han's body now, as long as Mo Han's head is not destroyed and the Yuan Infant is not destroyed, even if all the other body parts are gone, Mo Han can be reborn with a broken limb, but this price is a bit big, very big, maybe not something that Mo Han can afford.

After the five layers of defense were arranged, Mo Han no longer had any strength in his body, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. The whole person collapsed to the ground, and there was no room for resistance. As long as the five layers of defense are broken, Mo Han will die.

"Life and death are life and wealth, I have done everything I can, and I have done what I can't do, and whether I can survive depends on the will of God. My cheap father, if you have a spirit in the sky, you must bless me to survive, only in this way can I find you and complete your great cause, otherwise you will give birth to another one!" Mo Han lay on the ground, just quietly looking at the thunderball in the sky, his mind was empty, and he looked down on life and death.

The pitch-black thunderball in the sky also began to move at this time, moving very slowly, as if to completely release the pressure of death, to make Mo Han feel frightened, to make Mo Han feel desperate, to make Mo Han feel afraid.

"Hehe, it's time for you, what are you still grinding and chirping, don't worry, even if you are a little slower, I won't be afraid. If you look at the master and blink, even if the master loses. Mo Han looked at the pitch-black thunderball that was falling slower and slower, and sneered: "Master, I have grown up, I don't know how many people I have killed, and I don't know how many times I have been chased and killed, life and death have long been no concept in my master's heart, and my master is ready to die, but unfortunately until now, my master is still alive and well." ”

Mo Han's bold words Fu Jiafu listened to every word in the distance, and while admiring Mo Han, he himself was even farther away.

The pitch-black thunderball fell very slowly, very slowly, and it took half an hour before it could reach the sky above the defensive layer formed by the first transformation of the Heavenly Wheel.

Looking at the thunderball in front of me, the greater the pressure I feel, the deeper the despair I feel, and the closer the death I feel. Loneliness, despair, without any breath of life, without any hope of living, this is the most intuitive feeling in the face of thunderball.

The inexplicable breath was produced together with the fall of the thunderball, as if a lament of death sounded in heaven and earth, tempting people to go willingly, tempting people to give up all resistance to die, and tempting people to die gloriously.

"Is this a fucking thunderstorm? how do I feel that this is a great terror!" Fu Jiafu didn't know how far away, Fu Jiafu felt the aura of death lamentation permeating under the thunder tribulation, and even he was affected to a certain extent, wanting to follow in the footsteps of the death lamentation.

Mo Han's clear eyes gradually became blurred, and the vitality slowly disappeared with the blurring of Mo Han's consciousness. Mo Han's eyes were already filled with a faint sense of death, if Mo Han couldn't carry this moment, then there was no need for the thunderball to fall, Mo Han would die completely.

The pitch-black thunderball was not big, I don't know if it was because it had no instinctive consciousness, or if it looked down on the five layers of defense arranged by Mo Han, and it actually fell straight on the colorful space of Mo Han's first layer of defense, the first change of the Heavenly Wheel.

Poof.

It was as if the red-hot soldering iron met the water, as if a huge stone had fallen into the deep pool, and without stirring up any wave breath, the pitch-black thunderball was completely engulfed by the colorful space.

Maybe a second passed, maybe a minute passed, maybe an hour passed, and a pitch-black thunderball slowly emerged from the other end of the colorful space. And with the appearance of the pitch-black thunderball, cracks appeared one after another in the colorful space, and they collapsed.

However, the collapse of the colorful space, the thunderball is not without a price, at least in Fu Jiafu's feelings, the power of the thunderball has been weakened by at least one-tenth.

When the thunderball had just broken through the defense of the first change of the Heavenly Wheel, the second change of the Heavenly Wheel had already launched an attack, and a pillar of light the thickness of a person suddenly shot out of the disc of the second defense and shot towards the thunderball.

The pillar of light shot on the thunderball, just like the water sprayed by the high-pressure water gun, encountered a moving obstacle, and was approached by the obstacle little by little, but the high-pressure water gun had no trick.

Click.

The pitch-black thunderball resisted the pressure of the pillar of light, and came to the front of the second defense, and with a slight touch, the disc came out with a crisp sound and burst violently. At this point, the power of the thunderball has been weakened by at least a tenth.

In this way, the pitch-black thunderball, which continued to crush the third layer of defense against the third transformation of the Heavenly Wheel, and the arrangement of the fourth layer of defense against reincarnation flame, came to Mo Han.

However, at this time, the power of the pitch-black thunderball was only half of what it had landed, but Mo Han no longer had any power to resist, except for the automatic protector of the Linglong Tower.

"You've arrived, it's much slower than I expected, this little tower is my last reliance, if you have the ability, you can go straight up." Mo Han opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear, and there were signs of being infected by the inexplicable aura around him, as if everything did not exist.

The pitch-black thunderball paused for 0.01 seconds, and then slammed down towards Mo Han's body.

The dazzling white light that bloomed from the Linglong Pagoda collided with the pitch-black thunderball, and the entire heaven and earth were bright in an instant, as if a beam of light suddenly appeared in the dark night before dawn, and everyone in Yao couldn't open their eyes.

Bang.

The sky shook, as if there had been an earthquake, and the whole desert shook violently, and the sandstorm blew from nowhere, raging across the entire desert, and not an inch was missed.

After the pitch-black thunderball collided with the Linglong Tower, the huge explosion wave generated spread to a radius of five kilometers, and all the protruding existences on the ground, including big trees, houses, grass, and flowers, all turned into ruins, and the whole land seemed to be neatly cut into a large piece of soil.

Fu Jiafu just escaped to the edge of the affected range, looked back at the ground that had become a ruin, and patted his chest: "That guy is really a demon, it's just a pity, it's really a pity, if he doesn't provoke the catastrophe, maybe he really survived." ”

After the thunderstorm, the heaven and earth regained their clarity, and Mo Han's body fell from the sky like a rag pocket, smashed into the desert, and fell deeply into it.

In the place where the thunder tribulation was originally brewing, there was almost a bowl of liquid about a bowl of water that appeared out of thin air, and this liquid exuded a strong breath of life, slowly falling towards the place where Mo Han was.

Before the liquid had reached the ground, in the desert directly below it, a green plant had already grown, lush and beautiful.

When Mo Han fell from the sky and crashed into the desert, due to Mo Han's own weight, a huge sinkhole was smashed out of the desert, and Mo Han was lying at the bottom of the pit like this, with more air out and less air intake, and he was already hovering in front of the ghost gate gate like a gossamer.

Normally, in the desert, no matter what kind of pit it is, due to the peculiarities of the desert, the pit will be refilled by gravel in a short time. But the pit that Mo Han smashed out was too big, if there was no hurricane, it would take at least a day and a night for the surrounding gravel to fill the pit, so now Mo Han could still lie happily at the bottom of the pit, waiting for the source of life he dreamed of to come to restore his body.

According to Mo Han's wishes, the source of life that fell from the sky was indeed coming towards him, but when the source of life happened to come to the surface of the desert, the desert, which had completely calmed down, suddenly surged violently, and the temperature rose exponentially.