Yin Tianyou stood on the sixth floor, looked at Mo Han, sneered, and gently spit out two words with his mouth: waste.

Bang.

Mo Han's foot finally stepped on the second floor, and there was a sudden loud bang in his head, like thunder, which made his head dizzy, and his body swayed, as if he would fall down in the next second.

Just when everyone thought that Mo Han was going to fall and sighed for him, Mo Han's other foot landed firmly on the second layer and walked towards the third layer.

The great pain still lingered on Mo Han's body, but at this time he was numb and couldn't feel any pain. His mind, his heart, has only one thought: I want to go up, I want to go up.

The thought was simply terrifying, and his feet landed on the third layer. Suddenly, Mo Han's mind was surging, lightning and thunder, and the back of his head seemed to have been hit with a stick, and he was about to fall down as soon as it was dark.

At the critical moment, the small tower hanging on his neck shook for a while, and Mo Han's eyes were clear again, he had already stepped on the fourth floor, followed by the fifth floor.

Mo Han's thin figure gradually enlarged in everyone's eyes, until there was nothing but this figure in their eyes. He is the sky, he is the earth, he is everything.

Against the sky. I don't know when this word came to Sha Yuwei's mind, and her clear and bright eyes were full of mist.

The earthy yellow light rushed out from the top of Meng Fan's head, becoming more and more intense, faintly revealing cyan. Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief for Mo Han, the light disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace.

Yin Tianyou exhaled a long breath and patted his chest, not caring about Xiao Ning's angry glare at him, "Waste is waste, even if you step on the fifth layer, you are still waste."

Mo Han lost his mind for a while, raised his feet and stepped onto the sixth layer.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his entire thin body finally fell on the top of the stairs for the first time. The blood in his body also seemed to find breakthroughs, seeping out through his skin.

The other six deans of the Demon Capital didn't know when they appeared beside Sha Yuwei, they didn't make a sound, they didn't alarm anyone, they just stood in the air, looking at Mo Han who fell on the stairs.

There was a deathly silence in the square, and no one made a sound, because everyone was in shock, expecting a miracle to happen, and the child would be able to stand up and step onto the sixth floor.

Yin Tianyou's face was gloomy and terrifying now, his eyes were full of deep fear, and he hoped that Mo Han would fall down on the steps and die, not standing up. But another voice stubbornly told him that Mo Han was not dead, and he could still stand up.

Mo Han's fingers moved, and his open eyes were bloodshot, as if blood would soon flow out of his eyeballs.

Yin Tianyou's heart fluttered, as if his beloved thing had been snatched away, and he raised his eyes to meet Mo Han's blood-red eyes, just like facing two blood-red suns, dazzling.

Mo Han slowly straightened up and stood up, and the cyan light rushed out from the top of his head, becoming brighter, surpassing the cyan, turning white, and then disappearing in an instant.

There was no sigh, no fluctuation, Mo Han's eyes were like his heart, unwavering, calm and terrifying, as if everything was expected by him.

This time, Mo Han didn't hesitate any longer, and his body stood up and slowly retreated back under everyone's surprised gaze.

"He's going to give up?"

"Can't bear it and want to go back?"

Only Sha Yuwei, who is refining the ladder to heaven, understands Mo Han's mind, this ladder of heaven moves at will, as long as you stand on it, it will change with your thinking, if you want it to be wider, it will be wider, if you want it to be narrow, it will be narrower.

In the eyes of worry and sighs, Mo Han's body did not fall from the sixth layer of the staircase, but retreated on the plane parallel to the sixth step of the ladder of the Babel Ladder.

Mo Han looked at the top floor of the ladder to heaven and grinned with difficulty, revealing a mouthful of blood-colored white teeth, which looked a little crazy in the sun.

The small tower emitted a dim white light on Mo Han's chest, and due to the obscuration of the ladder's own light, no one noticed anything abnormal. Mo Han retreated almost backwards, his whole body stopped, and he ran towards the remaining floors of the ladder.

"Maniac. ”

Everyone's mind is thinking of the word madman, except for Yin Tianyou, who is looking forward to a miracle and expecting him to create a new record.

Yin Tianyou was so scared in his heart, he didn't know why he was afraid, and he didn't know why he wanted to provoke Mo Han before.

He was looking forward to Mo Han's defeat, and the ladder to heaven would be able to stop Mo Han. Because this ladder to heaven is a magic weapon and has its own soul, and everything Mo Han is doing now is fighting against it.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live, Mo Han ran faster and faster, not caring about the injuries in his body or the huge pain.

7th floor, 8th floor, 9th floor, 10th floor.

With great perseverance, Mo Han rushed to the tenth layer in one go, and each layer was like the fifth and sixth layers, and the light flashed away. Everyone looked at Mo Han with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open.

The moment Mo Han landed on the tenth layer, purple light erupted from the top of Mo Han's head, piercing into the sky, shocking the entire Withered Leaf Continent.

Genius, genius, genius.

Xiao Ning's grandfather, as the Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom, is in the middle stage of cultivating as a spirit, has a stable mentality, a firm will, and generally does not lose his mind. But at this time, he couldn't control his heart, and shouted out three geniuses in a row. Even if he knew that this dazzling purple light might be fleeting, it could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

Such a person, even if he has no qualifications and no spiritual root, will become a dragon among people.

Sha Yuwei looked at Mo Han's back standing on the tenth floor, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and her clear and bright eyes were dazzling, as if an iceberg had melted, spring flowers were blooming, and the country was overwhelmed.

Heaven and earth are still at this moment, the wind sings at this moment, the purple light lasts for a long time of incense, and all the talents in the square burst into earth-shattering cheers, they are happy, they are excited, they are excited, not everyone can see the birth of a miracle.

Mo Han stood on the tenth floor of the ladder to heaven, his legs were trembling, his heart was very tired, his whole breath was sluggish, he was even more tired than after his first killing, and he just wanted to sleep with his head upside down for three days and three nights.

It's just that there seems to be a thread pulling him in the dark, telling him that the matter is not over yet. Xiao Ning's eyes were full of little stars looking at Mo Han's back, and his heart already belonged to him.

Sha Yuwei was about to announce the end of this test, and after three days, they would be allowed to choose their favorite cultivation system to cultivate. But before she could speak, the wind surged, lightning and thunder, and the scene that appeared in Mo Han's consciousness before was truly reflected in the sky.

"Hahaha, heaven will not allow him, heaven will not allow him, he will definitely die. Looking at the changes in the sky, Yin Tianyou suddenly laughed arrogantly, as the prince of the Xuanye Kingdom, he naturally knew a lot of secret things, such as the changes in the sky caused by Mo Han now, which is a scene that the legend makes the Heavenly Dao intolerable.

The seven deans of the Demon Capital collectively changed color, and immediately opened the defensive formation of the Demon Capital, enveloping everyone in it, and the grandfather of Xiao Ning, the Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom, who was in the crowd, disappeared from the spot in an instant and fled back to the depths of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom. All the guys on the Withered Leaf Continent who cultivated beyond the late Yuan Infant stage were careful to hide their aura, for fear of being detected by the Heavenly Dao and attracting heavenly punishment.

Sha Yuwei showed her decisive side at this time, taking away all the children on the ladder and protecting them, and at the same time pushing Mo Han on the edge of the forbidden area of life tens of thousands of miles away from the demon capital, wanting to retract the ladder.

Rumble.

As soon as Sha Yuwei's divine sense touched the ladder of heaven, before she could operate the magic decision to control the ladder, the ladder exploded, and a gray and inconspicuous stone bead was suspended above Mo Han's head, blooming with gray light, corresponding to the small tower that Mo Han hung on his chest.

Tasha. Sha Yuwei shouted in a low voice, and immediately realized that she had lost her mind, and quietly glanced around, only to find that everyone was in the shock of heaven's curse, and no one found her loss of consciousness, and no one heard her low shout, so she put her mind down and paid attention to Mo Han in the distance.

Standing in the crowd, Long Zheng, who was standing proudly on the eighth floor before, took in all of Sha Yuwei's performances. He didn't lose his mind, because he was actually a heavenly extreme yang body, and he loved Sha Yuwei very much, so his attention was always focused on Sha Yuwei, and he naturally listened to Sha Yuwei's low cry in his ears. And Sha Yuwei's visit just now directly ignored their group of disciples who had not yet started.

Heavenly Punishment is different from the Thunder Tribulation, the Thunder Tribulation is more of a test for cultivators, as long as they can survive the Thunder Tribulation, there are many benefits. But there is only one purpose for God's damnation, and that is to destroy.

Mo Han stood in the air, facing the heavenly curse gathered in the sky, without fear, looking quietly, as calm as every time he went out to perform a mission. Even though he was now exhausted and sluggish, and he couldn't even stand still, he still had a breath of energy.

The gray and inconspicuous stone beads are exactly the same as Mo Han's small tower, and the breath is the same.

It's not that Mo Han wants to stand in the air, it's the rules of heaven that keep him from falling. There were bursts of heat from the small tower hanging on his chest, and even Mo Han's clothes had been set on fire, but they did not scorch Mo Han's skin.

At this moment, Mo Han had a clear connection with the small tower, and he felt excited, excited, and devoured from the small tower. Yes, not restlessness, not restlessness, longing.

The small tower seems to have a soul, not afraid of the heavens, not afraid of the curse, but arrogant, to swallow the curse.

Click.

There was a crisp sound from the small tower, and the heavenly curse condensed in the sky also fell overwhelmingly at this time. Black lightning, roaring thunder, pitch-black raindrops, and sword-like winds all roared, submerging the heavens and the earth, and the end of the world was coming.

In the face of Heavenly Damnation, cultivators appeared small and inadequate. The spirits did not dare to raise their heads and stop their drums, the Yuan Ying was silent and did not dare to make noise, the golden pill and below knelt on the ground and shrank in a shrunken manner, and the ordinary people prayed and kowtowed......

All living beings are quietly silent, waiting for the forgiveness of Heaven and the departure of God's damnation.