Long Zheng was stunned for a while, completely forgetting that they were in the Desert Tower, surrounded by fierce spirits.

"Roar. ”

A loud roar came from the depths of the Desert Tower, which seemed to suppress the terrifying aura of the fierce spirits, and seemed to urge the fierce spirits to move forward.

Perhaps it was the roar from the depths of the Desert Tower that worked, or it seemed that the spirits had not been able to restrain their thirst for the breath of the living.

"Boom. ”

The spirits took the first step in unison, and their low roars were deafening.

"Are we going to die?" Long Zheng's arm holding the long sword trembled for the first time, as if the confidence she once had had completely dissipated, or that she didn't have the confidence in the first place, and just came in just for Mo Han to come in.

"If you want to die, I will die before you first!"

The light of the killing blade was even stronger than before, and Mo Han took a slow step, ready to kill the murderous spirit.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock. ”

The loud sound of his heart beating came from Mo Han's body again, and it seemed that an ancient giant had revived from Mo Han's body.

Mo Han's steps froze, and the arm holding the killing blade was also stunned in mid-air. The face was distorted and hideous against the blood-red and dark red light.

"Roar!"

The low roar was not like a human voice, nor like the roar of a beast, but it carried great power. The pace of the murderous spirits immediately stopped, only instinct remained, and the fear on their faces was even stronger, and even the roar that had been urging them to move forward disappeared in an instant.

"Are you really a demon?" Long Zheng's pretty face turned pale, as if he didn't believe what he saw in front of him, but Mo Han's red eyes and the evil aura that permeated him told her that her guess was right.

On Mo Han's heart, the seed-like imprint was also slowly squirming as Mo Han's heart beated. If there is a person who has reached an extremely high level of cultivation here at this time, he will find that the loud beating sound is actually coming from this imprint.

The Killing Blade seemed to have been affected by the beating of his heart, and the bloodthirsty aura that had been suppressed by Mo Han suddenly erupted, enveloping Mo Han in it.

"Boom. ”

At the moment when the bloodthirsty aura of the Killing Blade broke out, the Martyrdom Sword in Long Zheng's hand also burst out with dazzling white light, enveloping Long Zheng in it, colliding with the blood-red light of the Killing Blade, protecting Long Zheng and flying out.

Mo Han also seemed to feel the hostility of the martyrdom sword, and turned around, staring at Long Zheng with blood-red eyes, like the gaze of a beast looking at its prey.

Long Zheng looked at Mo Han, who was only bloodthirsty and crazy in his eyes, and two tears slipped down quietly in his crystal clear eyes.

Since ancient times, good and evil have only been in one thought, but why don't the world allow you to be in the world?

The slender and straight white figure was reflected in Mo Han's blood-red pupils, Mo Han, who was holding a killing blade, seemed to be stunned, and his body slowly turned around, facing countless fierce spirits, he roared angrily and rushed out.

Mo Han's voice was low and vicissitudes, as if it had been suppressed for ten years, a hundred years, and a thousand years. The fierce souls in the depths of the Desert Tower seemed to be enraged by Mo Han's roar, and one roar after another came out, deafening.

Countless fierce souls and resentful spirits also raised their heads and roared under the leadership of the fierce spirits in the depths of the desert tower, the fear in their eyes was swept away, and they rushed towards Mo Han fiercely. Like thousands of troops and horses galloping forward, mighty and endless.

Mo Han's lips had dried up at some point, it seemed to be a bloodthirsty desire, and it seemed to be caused by the breath of this place.

"Fate falls to Yellow Springs!"

Mo Han's body rose from the ground, avoiding the frontal impact of the fierce spirits and resentful spirits, his hands were raised above his head, and the killing blade emitted a dazzling light, making it impossible to look at it directly.

Thunder suddenly rang out in the sky above the desert tower, and the thunder roared loudly. It's as if the end of the world is coming, and this world is going to be destroyed.

A pitch-black crack appeared out of thin air, and all the lightning and thunder rushed towards this crack in unison, as if to destroy it in an instant, and prevent this crack from appearing in the world.

The dark cracks seem to be the darkest place in the world, where the light cannot shine and the warmth cannot come. The lightning and thunder in the sky fell in the cracks, and did not stir up any waves.

Sen's cold and gloomy aura spread from the cracks, and in a short time, half of the femme fatale desert was filled.

There was a sudden loud thunderclap in the sky, drowning out all the sounds in heaven and earth. An extremely bright lightning bolt fell from the sky, and the lightning that had not yet been extinguished around it gathered into it one by one. It was as if the heavens were roaring, sending down the thunder of the world to destroy everything.

Mo Han, who was standing in the desert tower, seemed to have seen everything outside through the thick tower wall of the desert tower.

"Huh. Mo Han smiled disdainfully, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"What can I do with a mere thunderstorm?"

At that moment when he was abandoned by heaven and earth and envied, whose figure stood tall and tall? Whose figure was desperate and roared to the sky!

Mo Han's figure at this time was so lonely, and Mo Han's expression was so lonely at this time. It seems that he is the only one left in heaven and earth, and only his thin body is left to face the whole world alone.

Long Zheng's heart suddenly ached, and the pain made her unable to breathe. Something extremely important seemed to be leaving her.

Tears fell like raindrops of broken threads.

"Martyrdom, don't you think we shouldn't let him face it alone?

The martyrdom sword exuded a soft glow, and did not give Long Zheng any reply. But Long Zheng had already run towards the lonely body in mid-air.

A peerless fierce blade, a nine-heavenly divine weapon, should be life and death, you live and die, but at this time, they seem to feel the intentions of their respective masters, converge on each other, and gradually merge together.

The blood red and white light crossed and corresponded, and Long Zheng came to Mo Han's side without any obstacles, his green jade hand was strangely pale, and he gently grabbed Mo Han's palm and held it tightly.

Any words seemed pale at this time, Long Zheng's peerless face was as pale and cold as her arm, only looking at Mo Han's eyes, exuding a fire-like enthusiasm. It seems to pull Mo Han back from that cold world, and it seems to warm Mo Han's whole world.

There was a loud bang, deafening, as if the heavens and the earth were just opening, the clear air was rising, and the turbid air was sinking.

Inside the pitch-black crack, there is an endless river, exuding a cold aura and an astonishing evil aura, flowing out of it.

On the wide surface of the river, the river is turbulent and tumbling, and from time to time you can see the bones of Sen Sen sinking and falling in it.

The thickest, loudest, and brightest thunder and lightning in the heavens and the earth also fell at this moment, and slammed into the long river.

Silently, the thunder disappeared, the lightning was annihilated, and the endless river was torn apart and gradually disappeared.

The madness in Mo Han's eyes slowly faded, and the bloodthirsty light also converged at this moment. It's just that the sound of the heart beating in the desert tower is getting louder and louder.

"Destroy them all!"

Mo Han, who was about to calm down and regain his senses, suddenly roared in the huge heartbeat, broke free from Long Zheng's palm, held the killing blade with both hands, and inserted it in the air.

There was a loud bang, the sound of the heart beating abruptly stopped, the desert tower shook violently, and all the fierce spirits and resentful spirits poured into Mo Han's body uncontrollably.

One by one, the cracks quietly climbed up the thick tower wall of the desert tower, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pieces of loess and stones piled up and condensed into the walls of the desert tower, falling rapidly.

From Mo Han rushing to the Mo Tower, the Holy Reputation, which was quietly lying on Mo Han's shoulder, suddenly jumped up from Mo Han's shoulder and flew towards the top of the Mo Tower.

Burst!

Mo Han, who was half-kneeling in the air, after his body inexplicably absorbed all the murderous spirits and resentful spirits, suddenly a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out and passed out.

Long Zheng, who was standing not far away, was startled and hurriedly chased after Mo Han's falling body.