Thundered.

A huge roar of thunder rang out under the sky, waking everyone up.

Mo Han looked up at the sky, the blazing sun had long since disappeared, and it was full of dense dark clouds. But under this dark cloud, there are countless lightning bolts, which not only do not give people a dark feeling, but make people feel very comfortable and bright.

"The Desert Tower contains Qiqi's left wing, which is one of the tokens that opened the Inheritance Altar. It's just that Qi Qi is a fierce beast between heaven and earth, and this desert tower is the core of the snake and scorpion desert. The meaning of its existence is not inheritance, but sealing. Hurry up, this place is about to become a living hell. ”

Shengyu jumped up from Mo Han's shoulder and shouted loudly in Mo Han's ear.

It's just that it's too late to remind the Holy Reputation, and the desert tower hundreds of feet high rises from the ground, and the extreme speed brings up the wind and yellow sand in the sky.

The cultivators standing around the Desert Pagoda were caught off guard, and they all used the Yuan Force in their bodies or took out spiritual weapons to cover them in front of them.

As the core of the Snake and Scorpion Desert, the Desert Tower has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, absorbing the anger of Qi Qi before his death and the resentment after death, and he has long been psychic, how can this group of cultivators who have cultivated in the foundation building period be able to resist it, even if there are so many Jindan stage cultivators who have suppressed and cultivated through secret techniques or pills, under the great power of the Desert Tower, they can only tremble.

As a killer, Mo Han's perception of danger is unmatched. It's just that compared to Mota, his cultivation is not worth seeing, and Mota's birth is too calm, and he is thinking about Linglong Tata, so he didn't find out in advance.

The moment the Holy Honor reminded him, Mo Han made the most correct response, first condensing a layer of evil qi shield on the surface of his body, then blocking the killing blade in front of him, and finally quickly retreating back.

Due to the long-term contact with the desert tower, although the yellow sand in the sky has not been refined with similar magic weapons, the hardness is no weaker than that of ordinary spiritual weapons, and it has a strange anger and resentment.

Therefore, driven by the strong wind, there was a rain of spiritual weapons around the desert tower, and it was still an extremely fierce kind of spiritual weapon.

"Crush it, smash it, get it, get it......"

Except for Mo Han, the cultivators of the major forces were desperately retreating, defending the spiritual weapons one after another, as if they didn't want money, blocking in front of their own forces and helping their subordinates escape.

The leaders of the four major forces even took out the spiritual treasure and protected it in front of him. Jun Xiuzong Chi'an held a fan in his hand, a huge eagle falcon phantom protected everyone in Jun Xiuzong on his back, and flew backwards quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly flew out of the range shrouded in yellow sand, which was the jade fan he held in his hand before, called the imperial fan.

Song Jie of Yuhuang Valley was alone in the aftermath, holding a large knife with a whole body of turquoise, and from time to time he burst out towards the wind and yellow sand behind him, accompanied by a loud roar of the earth dragon, splitting the wind and yellow sand.

Li Yu of the Wenxian Hall held Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and asked the two Jindan monks who were protecting him to escort his subordinates to retreat. He himself did not retreat, but advanced, rushing towards the wind and yellow sand, and streams of pure demonic qi swung out from Fang Tian's painting halberd, opening and closing, turning the incoming wind and yellow sand upside down.

Zhuge Jing of the Burning Heaven Sect was the most stable of the four major forces, a short staff floated above his head, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting came out of it, turning into a huge light shield that enveloped everyone in the Burning Heaven Sect, and even the scattered cultivators who were close to them also obtained Zhuge Jing's blessings.

Among all the cultivators, the most difficult thing to resist the wind and yellow sand was the loose cultivation, they did not have a unified organization, nor did they have a powerful spirit treasure, and occasionally a five-forging spirit weapon gradually lost its light in front of the yellow sand and became scrap iron.

As soon as Mo Han's eyes swept away, he saw everything and had a certain understanding of the leaders of the major forces.

"Let's go, why are you still stunned?

Long Zheng didn't know why Mo Han, who had the fastest reaction, stopped after escaping a short distance when the desert tower rose from the ground, standing in place in a daze. When he came to his side, he couldn't help but stop and yelled at Mo Han.

Mo Han turned his head to look at Long Zheng beside him, with an evil smile on his face, and pointed towards the desert tower that had risen to the air: "It is the core of the snake and scorpion desert, which seals the left wing of Qiqi, after thousands of years of baptism of anger and resentment, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, it has become a treasure, and there is a token to open the altar of inheritance, aren't you excited?"

The first thing Long Zheng saw was the desperate madness in Mo Han's eyes, and what he heard was something that made people want to rise, scared and excited, "How sure are you?"

"Not sure. "What Mo Han said was straightforward, and what he said was frank.

"Smash it, smash it, get it, get it......" as if a dream shout, as if whispering, as if something that the dying old man was thinking about.

Mo Han didn't know who was speaking, and he didn't know what "it" meant, he just needed to know that the voice was coming from the Linglong Pagoda, it was coming from the white figure, it was enough.

"Do you want to do it?"

Mo Han's deep voice was like a roar, calm with seductive magic.

Long Zheng only realized at this time that for some reason, whenever the wind or yellow sand passed by him and Mo Han's side, it was natural to bypass the two of them, and it seemed that they had become a part of it. And the killing blade in Mo Han's hand was already bright to the extreme, and the blood-red light was like the madness in Mo Han's eyes, excited and desperate.

Long Zheng knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and he couldn't hesitate anymore, Mo Han's appearance was clear that he wouldn't give him any more time, and he didn't even have time to say yes or no. Because Mo Han had already defied the wind and yellow sand, he took the lead in galloping towards the desert tower in mid-air.

"You two are waiting for me on the periphery, and if I die, bring my body back to my father. ”

A burst of heavenly light burst out from Long Zheng's body, and he pushed the two old men accompanying him backwards with one palm, and with the power of the rebound, he ran towards Mo Han's figure.

The two Jindan stage old men who accompanied Long Zheng to protect him reached out to grab Long Zheng and wanted to say something, but their bodies involuntarily retreated quickly. Because Long Zheng took advantage of them not paying attention, because the mysterious power only protected Mo Han and Long Zheng.

"Uncle Peng, you said Xiao Han would be fine, right?" Wei Su stood beside Peng Yu, they had already broken away from the range of the wind and yellow sand with the help of Mo Han and Shengyu, and stood on the periphery, looking up at the two figures rushing towards the Desert Tower, like moths rushing towards the fire.

"Hmph, you still want to live, it would be nice to have bones left!"

The place where Wei Su and Peng Yu were standing was not far from Jun Xiuzong, and at this time, it was Chi Ankou, who had a gloomy face, who said sarcastically. Just now he led their respective forces to escape, Chi'an did not have the domineering spirit of Yuhuang Gu Songjie, the courage of Wen Xiandian Li Yu, and the calmness of Zhuge Jing of the Burning Heaven Sect, he just blindly escaped, so he was holding back the fire in his stomach now.

"Cut. Wei Su, who was worried just now, suddenly calmed down, and said disdainfully to Chi An with a smile: "I only know that the coward who is holding his head is not qualified to say this, you have the ability to be as fearless as Mo Han, and rise to the top in the face of difficulties?"

Wei Su's words were heart-wrenching, pointing to the weakest place in Chi'an's heart. Although it wasn't Chi An who was on the run just now, it was the characteristic of the Imperial Fan, and what he did was also a way to maximize the power of the Imperial Fan, but it did look like a rat with his head in his arms.

Chi'an's eyes were red, and the arm holding the royal fan was bruised, and he wanted to stand up and fight Wei Su to the death.

"Young master, don't be impulsive, the dispute in the Valley of No Demon has just begun, and if we lose manpower here, it will be worth the loss. Moreover, Wei Sunai is the most proud disciple of Fu Chuang, the master of Ziwei Pavilion, and he has all the skills passed down by Fu Chuang, and his talent is high, not only has his cultivation reached the early stage of foundation building, but even in the three aspects of refining, alchemy, and talisman making, he has also reached the third stage. In the Demon Capital, he is still one of the four students of Sha Yuwei, the head of the Array Academy, such a person cannot be offended, otherwise there will be endless troubles. ”

"The old slave knows that the young master is not afraid of this, nor is he worried about this. But the few are mainly for the sect to consider one or two. I heard that not long ago, Yin Tianyou, the prince of Xuanye Kingdom, led five teams of imperial guards to come in, so he chased and killed this person all the way. Now that we have lost contact with the team of the Xuanye Kingdom, this little fat man is standing in front of us lively, it can already be seen that we are carrying a heavy responsibility on this trip, and please be cautious. ”

The old man of the Jindan period, who was standing behind Chi An, suddenly stepped forward, quietly pulled Chi An's sleeve, and whispered in his ear.

The two old men who were pushed out of the range of the wind and yellow sand by Long Zheng's palm, because of the relationship between Mo Han and Long Zheng, also quietly walked to Wei Su and Peng Yu at this time, and stood quietly aside. But from their eyes and movements, it can be seen that as long as Chi'an dares to make a move, they will definitely not stand idly by.

Chi An's face was cloudy, but in the end he didn't make a move, he snorted coldly, turned his head and looked at the desert tower in mid-air, as for whether he was praying in his heart that Mo Han and Long Zheng fell under the desert tower, no one knows.

Wei Su accepted it when he saw it, knowing that if he really fought, his side would inevitably suffer, so he didn't take advantage of his tongue anymore, and silently looked at the two smaller and smaller figures.

"You kid won't wait for me, I'm afraid that Lao Tzu will not dare to follow if he is timid!" Long Zheng caught up with Mo Han and yelled at Mo Han angrily.

Long Zheng transmitted the sound through the Divine Thoughts, this place was already very close to the Desert Tower and the sky, and the Divine Thoughts would be stirred into pieces before they left the body.

The raging wind and yellow sand cut their faces and bodies like knives, the roaring thunder was deafening, the dazzling lightning covered their figures, and the entrance to the black hole at the bottom of the desert tower was like a fierce * with a mouth open and a big mouth of blood.

If Mo Han hadn't waited for Long Zheng to follow, he would have rushed into the entrance of the Desert Tower without hesitation at this time.