A small black snake was in Long Zheng's sleeve, moving uneasily, it was Long Zheng's natal demon beast Xuan Snake. Later, he even bit Long Zheng's sleeve and dragged it back, looking at it like that, obviously unwilling to approach Mo Han.

Long Zheng's raised arm didn't fall down in the end, keeping a distance from Mo Han until the Xuan Snake Xiao Hei barely quieted down, and then looked at Mo Han with a wry smile and said, "What is there on your body that makes my Xiao Hei so scared?"

The two old men behind Long Zheng also looked at Mo Han vigilantly at this time. Although Mo Han's cultivation seemed to be only in the middle stage of foundation building, for some reason, they felt an inexplicable danger from Mo Han's body, and they always felt that once they made a move, they would not necessarily be Mo Han's opponents.

Mo Han shrugged his shoulders and shook the killing blade in his hand casually: "It seems to be nothing, if you have to say that there is, it is it!"

A strong murderous aura came from Mo Han's shaking killing blade, and even carried bloodthirsty desires.

The atmosphere that was already very depressing, under the effect of this murderous aura, added a bit of coldness.

Long Zheng's eyelids jumped, and the two old men behind him subconsciously took two steps forward to block Long Zheng behind him. The four major forces and scattered cultivators who were paying close attention to the surroundings couldn't help but frown together, and the cultivators who lacked concentration turned pale in an instant, sweating all over their bodies, as if they had experienced a big battle.

"Be quiet, it's not your time to go wild for a while. Mo Han's brows furrowed slightly, and he flicked the blade lightly with his fingers.

The Killing Blade seemed to understand the meaning of Mo Han's words, and the bloodthirsty desire finally disappeared, but the murderous aura on it was the same as always.

The uneasiness of the Xuan Snake in Long Zheng's sleeve still did not stop, it seemed that what the Xuan Snake was afraid of was not the killing blade in Mo Han's hand, but something else. It's just that Mo Han doesn't say it, and he won't continue to ask, just know that Mo Han has no ill will towards him.

"Hey, boy, I said did you see any treasures born, if you do, just tell everyone, and don't let everyone wait here, right!"

Similar noises of commotion continued to come from the mouths of the surrounding cultivators, and several major forces also acquiesced in the noise of their subordinates. Even later, such a questioning voice had formed a sound wave, surging towards Mo Han in waves, as if to drown Mo Han and the three of them in the sound.

"Boy, grandpa told you that if you still want to get out of this desert alive today, then obediently hand over the treasure, otherwise you will be allowed to come in standing and go out lying down. ”

Mo Han's name, Mo Han's deeds, everything about Mo Han, as long as you are a cultivator, there are few people who have not heard of it. But judging from the situation at this moment, before greed and desire, they had long forgotten that there was a behemoth called the Demon Capital on the Withered Leaf Continent, they had forgotten that Mo Han was still alive and well under the heavy reward of the Xuanye Kingdom, and they had forgotten the silence kept by the leaders of the four major forces.

"Deliver, what? If you don't pay, what?" Mo Han's voice was so light and fluctuating that if he didn't listen carefully, he couldn't even hear what he said. But this indifferent voice seemed to have magical power, and it resounded clearly in everyone's minds, without a trace of emotion.

All the clamour, all the noise disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the pins could be heard.

"Do you want to get my treasure too?"

Mo Han didn't pay attention to everything around him, turned his head to look at Long Zheng with a smile, and the killing blade in his hand that had taken away his bloodthirsty desire flashed red in the sun, in his eyes. The bright red remnant of the sun seemed to tell the cruelty of the arrival of the night.

Long Zheng was stunned, he never thought that at this time, Mo Han was not going to explain or deal with others, but to ask him rhetorically. In fact, he was really thinking about what treasure Mo Han got in that red cloud just now, and he was also thinking about the pros and cons of gains and losses, whether to move or not.

"Since ancient times, treasures have been inhabited by virtuous people, and those who are mine are mine after all, and it is useless if they are not my demand. Besides, if you want to take something out of your hand, you have to beat you, right?" Long Zheng grinned, quietly put away his thoughts just now, and stood with Mo Han.

At the moment when Long Zheng decided to stand with Mo Han, he didn't notice the two old men standing behind him to protect him, and he was obviously relieved.

Maybe it's because their Jindan stage cultivation is sharper than Long Zheng's, maybe since they appeared, Mo Han gave them a different sense of danger. In short, no matter what, they don't have to face Mo Han anymore. Even they didn't realize that they had put Mo Han in the ranks of extreme danger, more dangerous than everyone here.

Mo Han smiled slightly, and his indifferent gaze swept over all the people around him, only in Jun Xiuzong Chi'an, Yuhuang Gu Songjie, Wenxian Hall Li Yu, Burning Heaven Sect Zhuge Jing, and one or two people behind them stopped slightly.

It's just that somehow, wherever Mo Han's gaze goes, all the cultivators around him will subconsciously lower or turn their heads to avoid Mo Han's gaze.

"There are no treasures in the blood cloud just now, they are all angry, I just accidentally opened a door, a door to the core of here. ”

Mo Han looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to look far away through the clear sky and the blazing sun, and seemed to be waiting for something to come.

Long Zheng was stunned again, he didn't think that Mo Han would explain to him, but Mo Han gave him an explanation. He didn't think to believe the explanation, but he did.

The oppressive atmosphere was like a heavy dark cloud over everyone's heads, making them breathless. They couldn't understand why, under the clear sky, the blazing sun was sweating profusely, but there was a haze in their hearts.

One tea, two teas, a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.

Finally, someone couldn't stand this invisible depression, and his mood began to collapse, and he took steps in the silence, looking crazy.

Is it true that everyone is going crazy here? Is there one or two indelible attachments in everyone's hearts?

The screams sounded out of nowhere, like a stone falling on the water, breaking the peace here, and also waking up several people who were advancing towards Mo Han and the others.

Chi An, Song Jie, Li Yu, Zhuge Jing, Long Zheng and one or two people behind them, Mo Han came back to his senses and looked at Mo Han with horror in his eyes. If it weren't for that exclamation, maybe they left silently.

The red light flashed in Mo Han's hand, and the killing blade jumped on the tips of his fingers, as if he was about to dance a beautiful dance that would never end.

The few people who took the steps just now hurriedly retreated, and no one knew that they were drenched in cold sweat and their clothes were already soaked.

Bang.

There was a loud bang on the ground, and the quiet and steady desert suddenly shook, as if an earthquake was coming.

Countless grains of sand poured towards a place not far from Mo Han and the others, where it was constantly sinking, and it seemed that something below was beginning to wake up and stand up, causing the sand grains to flow.

Nan Ke dreamed, fascinated, who was haunted by the dream in the middle of the night, who passed through thousands of years just for a glance.

Mo Han's sadness came without a trace, and went without a trace. It's like a dream, as if the moon in the mirror is in the water, leaving only the white figure.

The grains of sand fell towards the same place at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rustling sound was like the friction of a group of snakes moving in the dark night.

A bead of the color of a grain of sand slowly rises from the place where the sand has fallen.

The bead is the size of a bowl, and the surface is uneven, full of traces of wind and rain erosion, but I don't know where the things buried under the sand come from the wind and rain erosion.

With the appearance of the beads, the snake and scorpion desert shook, and the clear sky swelled, which was even greater than the appearance of the remnant soul of the poor.

The appearance of the remnant soul of the poor strange was accompanied by endless anger and violent storms, and the appearance of this bead only stirred up the weather environment of the snake and scorpion desert, and there was not much of an out-of-phase, or it was not completely born and had just woken up.

Connected to the beads is a stone with a triangle on all sides, this stone has just emerged with a point, it makes people feel its hugeness, four or five people can't directly surround it, and the stone beads on it are not the same level at all.

Mo Han looked at the completely exposed beads, and the triangular stones connected to the beads, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, and his mind involuntarily thought of his exquisite tower, yes, this is the top of a tower, Tasha.

"How did the Desert Tower come about?"

Everyone's attention was attracted by the Mo Tower that was being born, Mo Han looked at the Mo Tower's Tasha without blinking, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he asked towards the Holy Honor on his shoulder.

"I didn't find the memory of the Desert Tower from the remnants of Qi Qi, but I did find the record of the Mo Tower from the skeleton of Qi Qi hidden in the snake and scorpion desert. After the battle between Qiqi and Qilin, they both fell and fell here. If no one had built the tomb of the Demon Valley specifically for them, even if they were alien beasts, they would not have escaped the ravages of time. This desert tower was brought by someone from the outside world to support a pillar of the Demonless Valley, but that person only brought a remnant tower, not even a tower, just a corner of a certain tower. ”

After Shengyu finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Han as if intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to find something from his face.

"What's inside the Desert Tower?"

Mo Han's heart moved, and he immediately thought of his Linglong Tower. As his cultivation deepened, he knew that the Linglong Pagoda was indeed an amazing artifact, but somehow it had long been broken, and many abilities could not be brought into play. In order to restore the Exquisite Tower to its heyday, it is necessary to find the remains of its past, or find a better material than refining it, before it can be re-refined.

In just a few moments, the Desert Tower had completely appeared in everyone's field of vision. The tall and stocky tower, like the pillar of optimus, makes people look forward to it, and it is unattainable.

At a glance, the breath of vicissitudes rushed towards him. With the passage of time, with the precipitation of years, it seems to assimilate you with it.