Looking at Mo Han who was enchanted, Sha Yuwei's heart trembled slightly: "Old man, if Mo Han falls under this curse, then you can go with him!"

Mo Han, who was holding the Taiji Xuanci heavy sword, his figure continued to rise and expand between heaven and earth, like a demon god descending into the world to destroy it. A huge surging killing intent pierced into the sky, staining half of the sky red.

"What is right, what is wrong, what is positive, what is demon?" What the old man Dugu didn't expect was that under the effect of the killing intent that had never disappeared and Mo Han's own long-term condensation, Mo Han actually went directly into the demon.

Mo Han's long hair was windless, and the pitch-black demonic qi and blood-red killing intent shrouded around him, and the blood-red pupils exuded crazy killing intent, as if he wanted to slaughter everything in the world, including the thunderclouds formed by the heavenly punishment in the sky.

"Seven kills, the first kill—blood falling to the earth!" Mo Han raised the Tai Chi Xuanci heavy sword in his hand high, and the killing blade appeared in his hand at some point, and miraculously merged with the Taiji Xuanci heavy sword!

A drop of crimson blood rushed directly into the sky from the top of the Taiji Xuanci Heavy Sword, carrying Mo Han's killing intent and demonic aura.

Boom! A bright pitch-black lightning bolt fell from the thunderclouds above with the breath of death, and slashed at the oncoming red blood.

There was a dark sound, and the red blood emitted a pungent and unpleasant green smoke under the power of the pitch-black lightning.

Just when everyone thought that the blood had been evaporated by the high temperature of lightning, the green smoke from the red blood suddenly drifted away in the wind, spread to the entire sky, and turned into drops of red blood, falling towards the earth.

The pitch-black lightning ended without a problem, bringing no harm to Mo Han, drowning in the rain of blood.

"Seven kills, second kills-fate falls to Huangquan!" In the middle of the first kill, Mo Han did not pause, and used the second kill among the seven kills.

The breath that did not belong to this world suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a spatial crack that was several times darker than the thundercloud condensed by the Heavenly Damnation appeared, accompanied by an inexplicable breath.

No one knows what is inside the spatial rift, where it comes from, or what will come out of it or where it will go. What can be seen is that a pitch-black hole appeared in mid-air, with the second kill of the seven kills.

The sound of water flowing came from the dark hole, and a river that was not wide suddenly flowed out of the hole. The blood rain that fell from the sky, the moment the river appeared, there was a moment of stillness, and then all fell backwards towards the river.

The blood rain fell on the river, and the originally calm and slowly flowing river instantly boiled, as if there was a blazing flame boiling the river beneath the river.

Mo Han still didn't understand the essence of the Yellow Spring, but the effect of the Yellow Spring was significant. The thunderstorms that fell from the sky were all blocked by the seemingly unwide yellow spring, turned into invisible, and disappeared into the spring.

Looking at the yellow spring that suddenly appeared in the sky, Old Man Dugu and Sha Yuwei were shocked, they felt the breath of death and new life at the same time from above, as if if they looked at it again, they would forget everything and sink in it.

Shengyu, who was standing next to the two of them, glanced at Old Man Dugu and Sha Yuwei, raised his two front paws, and patted them separately before they came back to their senses, but the two of them were already in a cold sweat.

The yellow spring is endless, and the strength is exhausted. Mo Han's cultivation was still too low, and under the Heavenly Curse Thunder Tribulation, the dark hole continued to shrink, until it finally disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared.

The Yellow Spring, which has no source, is like a tree that has broken its heel, which is gradually worn out until it disappears under the bombardment of the Heavenly Damnation and Thunder.

Huangquan had just disappeared, and the thunder tribulation had not yet fallen, Mo Han, who was standing between heaven and earth like a demon god, whispered again: "Seven kills, the third kill—flowers bloom on the other side!"

The rain of blood that has never disappeared is like flower buds, blooming beautiful and bewitching flowers in the sky shrouded by heaven's curse.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, but what can be done in front of the bridge!

The flowers in the sky are beautiful and enchanting, and the bright red color dyes the whole sky, like the fiery clouds in the evening.

The aura of sadness accompanied the appearance of the flowers on the other side, spreading to every corner of the Withered Leaves Continent, and many people couldn't help but cry out, either loudly or lowly.

Sha Yuwei didn't know what she was thinking, and tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

The sad aura of the flower on the other side didn't seem to affect Mo Han, his eyes still revealed madness, and some of them were endless killing intent.

There was a loud bang, and Heavenly Punishment was once again angered by Mo Han's success. But the thunder tribulations that fell from the Divine Curse were all separated by the sea of flowers on the other side, as if the Divine Curse and Mo Han had crossed the infinite distance of time and space, and were not in the same space. No matter what kind of thunder tribulation falls from the heavens, no matter how many thunder tribulations the heavens fall, they are completely separated by the sea of flowers, and they can't get to where Mo Han is.

Since the thunder calamity sent by heaven could not reach the place where Mo Han was, then there was no possibility of harming Mo Han.

If the Flower on the Other Shore can exist for a long time, or if the Flower on the Other Shore can be more and more powerful, then Mo Han can simply pass in the face of the curse this time.

Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel. Heavenly Damnation gathers the Heaven and Earth Vitality of the entire Withered Leaf Continent, and it has all been transformed from the breath of destruction to death. And all Mo Han can mobilize is the Yuan Force stored in his body, after three kills out of the seven kills, there is not much Yuan Force left in Mo Han's body. If it weren't for the support of the Soul Burial Coffin, Mo Han might have been completely exhausted and slaughtered by heaven when he used the first of the seven kills.

One after another, the flowers on the other side shattered and disappeared under the power of the Heavenly Curse Thunder Tribulation, and one after another big holes appeared in the sea of flowers in the sky, constantly narrowing the distance between them and Mo Han.

Looking at the sea of flowers that kept disappearing, and the thunder tribulation that was constantly approaching him, Mo Han's arm holding the Taiji Xuanci heavy sword was trembling slightly, and his blood-red eyes gradually returned to normal.

The thunderclouds gathered by the heavenly damnation in the sky were endless, and Mo Han was already exhausted, and his Yuan power was exhausted.

When Sha Yuwei first came, Mo Han had already felt her breath, but he didn't have time to take a look. At this time, Mo Han had already made the final decision in his heart, turned around and raised his head, Mo Han's gaze met Sha Yuwei's.

Mo Han's heart ached, who made Sister Yuwei cry? Who broke Sister Yuwei's heart?

The dried tear stains formed two most beautiful landscapes on Sha Yuwei's cheeks, Mo Han looked at Sha Yuwei, and Sha Yuwei also looked at Mo Han. From Mo Han's gaze, Sha Yuwei saw Mo Han's desperate determination, and saw Mo Han's determination to die, and she felt a pain in her heart, and tears flowed uncontrollably.