Mo Han's palm on Wei Su's shoulder gradually loosened, and his body flew uncontrollably into the air.

The dark clouds in the sky completely obscured the sun higher up, and it was as black as ink, towards the earth, and pressed down heavily.

The wind rose suddenly, the thunder roared, and the lightning tore through the sky one after another like a bloody mouth, as if it was about to choose people to devour.

With the light of lightning streaking across the sky, Wei Su saw that the six imperial guards who were finally killed by Mo Han had already floated in the air at some point, higher and farther than Mo Han's position, but closer to the black clouds.

When Wei Su was stunned for a while, a huge thunderclap came from the dark clouds, shaking people's ears and trembling souls, as if an ancient beast was slowly awakening, announcing its arrival to the world.

A thick lightning bolt that was several times brighter than before slashed through the sky, as if it felt that the world was too dark, and it was about to tear out an eternal light. But he didn't want it to fall where the six dead Imperial Guards were.

There were six pops, and the corpses of the imperial guards burst from the inside out. The corpses that should have fallen blackened in the heat were not only bloody, but the color was even more bright red than when they were alive, and even their pale skin became very ruddy after death, flying towards the black clouds above bit by bit.

The wind that raged on the ground had silently blown under the black clouds, stirring up the clouds to rush and surge, forming a huge whirlpool, and strangely the raindrops that fell were still straight, unaffected by the wind.

The huge whirlpool in the black clouds, like a giant beast opening its mouth, sucked it hard, and all the blood, bones, and broken flesh that floated in front of it were swallowed into the depths of the clouds.

Pale red, dark red, bright red, bright red, all the six corpses were negligible compared to the black clouds in the sky, but just such a little thing miraculously stained the whole black cloud red, and then the earth shrouded in the black cloud also turned bright red.

Mo Han shouted, as if he was suffering a great deal of pain. The calm and indifference on his face had long since disappeared, his eyes were red, and the hands holding the killing blade were full of madness and tyranny. If it weren't for the longing on his raised head and the desire on his face to tell others that there was something in the black cloud that he desperately desired, perhaps they would have thought of the sight of Mo Han killing all directions.

The remnant sun on the killing blade seemed to echo the black clouds above, bright red as blood.

In this strange world, Wei Su looked at everything distractedly, without worrying about Mo Han, without worrying about his situation, nothing, and his head was empty: "It can't be blood that falls here, right?"

Wei Su subconsciously stretched out his arm, and a drop of bright red rain fell on his palm, staining half of his palm red with a slight sip.

I don't know when the rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if there is no end, no time, and it will never stop.

Shengyu's small body floated in the air, quietly watching everything, and muttering in a low voice: "Is this right or wrong." ”

In an unknown corner, maybe it was the depths of Mo Han's soul, maybe it was the depths of his soul, or maybe it was any corner of this world that didn't belong to him, Mo Han curled up, his arms clasped tightly in front of his chest, looking at everything that happened to him, like an outsider.

Who is it that sighs in the rain that seems like night to night, and who is it that pulls and arranges everything in the dark.

Mo Han squatted lonely in the corner, his eyes staring straight at the lightning under the black clouds, never blinking, for fear of missing something.

A deep sadness emanated from him, so heavy, so sad.

Where all the lightning flashed, a picture appeared, appearing in Mo Han's eyes.

It was a tall and mighty body, and it was a figure like a mountain. He carried an infant baby in his arms, and behind him were countless pursuers. His face was full of exhaustion, and his armor was in tatters. Through the armor, you can even see his white bones, and the flesh and blood have rotted in many places, and you can imagine how tragic the battle he has experienced.

The pain in his body and the exhaustion of his mind could not stop him from cherishing the baby in his arms. At each distance, he would stop to see if the baby in his arms was hurt, if there was any discomfort.

The same night, the same lightning, the same rain of blood. The mountain-like figure finally fell in mid-air, as if the sky had collapsed in an instant.

The baby's terrible cry sounded in the man's arms, the black clouds and lightning in the sky, the raging storm, how could not hide the baby's cry, resounded in the night sky, resounded in everyone's hearts, resounded in the soul of that night.

The man's head, which had already hanged, seemed to hear the baby's cry, and slowly raised it, looked at the baby and smiled slightly, and threw the baby in the swaddling clothes into the distance. The corners of his mouth squirmed, trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, as if the throw had exhausted the strength of his life.

Where the baby fell, a lightning bolt that tore through the sky appeared out of thin air, as if tearing through space and time, enveloping the baby, and then disappearing.

Mo Han looked up to the sky and roared, but there was no sound, no tears, only he knew that the baby was him.

I wanted to continue looking, to see who that figure was, to see who the group of people behind that figure was, but the thunder and lightning in the sky disappeared at this time.

Heaven and earth were quiet at this moment, only the bright red clouds remained unchanged, and the falling raindrops remained unchanged.

"Let's go, do you two also want to fall into the devil?" The old man Dugu, who was living in the Linglong Tower, flew out of the tower at the moment when Mo Han looked up to the sky and roared, grabbed the Holy Honor with one hand and Wei Su with the other, and fled into the distance, away from this blood cloud.

"Mo Han!"

Shengyu and Wei Su exclaimed at the same time, struggling to save Mo Han. But the old man Dugu, who only had a trace of remnant soul left, seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties in his hands, and no matter how the two struggled, they grabbed their arms and didn't move.

"Not only will you not be able to save him, but you will also put yourself in a desperate situation and make him regret it a lot. ”

"No, we said that there are blessings and hardships, even if it is death, what is there to fear!"

"He won't die, he's a demon, and if you go now, you won't be able to save him, but you'll put yourself in deep danger and die. If you are hurt, he will wake up in absolute pain. The old man Dugu threw the two of them beside Peng Yu and looked solemnly at the blood cloud in the distance.

Peng Yu was awakened from his cultivation, and when he stood up, he saw a large cloud of blood in the distance, and even the blazing sunlight in the sky could not shine into it for half a minute.

"Senior, what does it mean to be enchanted?" After all, Peng Yu was sophisticated and mature, and he was not as impulsive as Saint Yu Wei Su, but respectfully hugged his fists.

"Since ancient times, there has been a distinction between good and evil, maintaining the justice of the world, doing things that support the right and dethrone the evil is right, burning, killing and looting, and destroying the Heavenly Dao Compendium is often the devil; ”

"Mo Han has been heavy on killing since he was a child, with a bad spirit, and with the world's most fierce weapon killing blade, he has long had deep demon roots, and he is usually suppressed by the Holy Linglong Tower, so he is naturally unharmed. At this time, he was surrounded by the fiercest and most evil spirit left by Qi Qi, which aroused the pain in his heart, so he fell into the devil. I only hope that he can stick to his heart, otherwise there will be one more lawless and bloodthirsty big devil in this world in the future. ”

Under the blood cloud, the sky is red, the earth is red, and the smell of blood fills every corner, and I feel sick to smell.

Mo Han stood in the air, his clothes hunting, as if he couldn't see, hear, or hear, and silently looked up at the sky.

The wind is sharper and the rain is fiercer. The blood clouds in the sky seemed to have life, and they looked at Mo Han, as if they wanted to find out the weakness of Mo Han's state of mind, and give Mo Han a killing blow, and since then he has sunk.

"Instrument Soul, if you devour the aura above, can you fly away from now on and no longer have to be restrained in any way?" The madness and violence in Mo Han's eyes had long since disappeared, if he was willing to walk out now, maybe with the killing blade in his hand, he could kill a bloody way out.

But Mo Han was unwilling, he was hungry for power, crazy for power. He wants to find out his background, he wants revenge, and he doesn't want to be that rootless duckweed floating all his life.

Who is it, who is struggling to hold on to the obsession in his hand? Who is it, who has fallen into the devil's path without realizing it?

Mo Han thought that he was sober at this time, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was not sober. Reality and fantasy are actually just a thought, and no one can tell who is awake and who is not.

"If I devour it, will I also be able to gain great power, to get everything I want, to protect everything I want to protect. ”

The Killing Blade Soul that had not yet recovered from the huge surprise shuddered when he heard Mo Han's words behind him.

The aura in the sky was the essence of Qi Qi's life after his death, and it was so fierce and evil that even if he relied on the ferocity of the Killing Blade since its birth, he didn't dare to absorb it completely. But the person holding him in his hand was crazy about absorbing and refining with his physical body.

"Surrender to me, I promise you to return your freedom one day, and give you back your body, otherwise you will be completely destroyed in this battle!" Mo Han fell into that strange state that even he didn't know. In the past, he would be inexplicably excited every time he killed someone, but this time this excitement appeared again.

The Killing Blade's spirit felt a chill in his heart, he had followed Mo Han for so long, he already knew Mo Han's character, and he also knew what Mo Han said. I know Mo Han's horror even more, especially him in the inexplicable excitement.

"Surrender to me!"

Unquestionable, non-negotiable, indifferent and cruel. This is everything that Mo Han's three words reveal, he is domineering, he is ruthless.

Fear should not appear on the spirit of the big murder weapon of the Killing Blade, but now the spirit of the Killing Blade is fear, instinctive fear, and he doesn't know what he is afraid of.

"With my soul as the guide and my blood as the proof, from today on, I am willing to serve Mo Han as the master, three lives and seven lives, and never betray in all life. ”