Mo Han's outstretched hands grabbed an air, and when the puppy hit his chest, he clearly heard the sound of bones breaking. Before he could think about anything else, the whole person flew upside down and slammed into the cave wall.

The puppy shook his head and stood up from Mo Han's arms, and his two dripping eyes looked at Mo Han suspiciously, as if he didn't expect Mo Han's body to be so strong, and under the full force of his impact, he was not seriously injured.

"Are you still a dog?" Mo Han was stunned when he was hit, looked at the puppy dangling in front of him, and couldn't help but shout.

"Wang. The puppy barked at Mo Han, like a dog but not a dog, and flew up again, hitting Mo Han's head.

Mo Han, who had suffered a loss, naturally did not dare to underestimate the collision of the puppy. The body lying on the ground must not be able to let go, so you can only raise your hands to protect your head. Pray that the puppy will not come again, otherwise he will only have half of his life left.

Looking at Mo Han who was holding his head with both hands, the puppy showed a humane expression on his face, and a treacherous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, facing Mo Han's wrist and biting it down.

"You belong to a dog!" Mo Han's wrist hurt, and he wanted to throw the puppy out with both hands, but he didn't want the puppy to bite tightly. Mo Han tried all his strength but failed, so he could only look at it with a compromised face.

The harmless puppy has a mouthful of white teeth, and these teeth look like wisdom teeth that have just erupted. But this wisdom tooth easily bit through the skin of Mo Han's embryonic stage, and after a while, the blood in Mo Han's body flowed into the puppy's mouth along the puppy's teeth.

Looking at the blood flowing from Moha's wrist, the puppy immediately let go, shook his head in disgust, and kept spitting, looking as if Mo Han's blood had defiled its noble body.

"Obviously you bit me, you returned. Halfway through Mo Han's words, he suddenly found that the puppy who was still spitting desperately a moment ago quickly sucked the saliva mixed with blood before and ate it again with his tongue, and he looked satisfied.

It wasn't until he ate all the blood that flowed from Mo Han's wrist just now that the puppy looked at Mo Han with unfinished eyes, as if Mo Han was its delicious food, and even this deliciousness surpassed the previous 10,000-year-old Lingzhi.

Mo Han looked at the squinting puppy vigilantly, and pulled out the killing blade tied to his leg: "Let me tell you, the master was not prepared just now, if you dare to rush up again, the master will skin you today, draw your tendons, and stew you on the spot and eat it." ”

The puppy looked at Mo Han with disdain, not taking Mo Han's threat in his eyes at all. The two little claws compared to each other, wanting to tell Mo Han something, but after comparing for a long time, he found that Mo Han looked ignorant, gave up directly, turned around and plunged into the pungent smell of blood in the cave.

Taking advantage of this time, Mo Han hurriedly checked the injuries in his body and found that except for the broken rib that happened to be hit head-on by the puppy, there was no major problem. The hanging heart breathed a sigh of relief, and according to what he had learned when he was a killer before, he used the Yuan Force in his body to connect the broken ribs together.

In about half a pillar of incense, a puppy that had been immersed in black blood rushed out of it, and its small body flew towards Mo Han with a sword-like thing in its mouth.

As soon as he approached Mo Han, the puppy loosened his mouth and threw the sword box in front of Mo Han.

Rumble.

The pitch-black sword box, which didn't seem to be heavy, just hit the ground, as if a thousand pounds of weight had fallen, bringing up bursts of dust and a huge sound.

Mo Han looked at the sword box that was deeply trapped in the solid face, and looked at the puppy in disbelief, not understanding what it meant.

The puppy looked at Mo Han's incomprehensible appearance and froze for a while, pointed at Mo Han, and then pointed to the sword box on the ground, and then stared at Mo Han's wrist, revealing a longing expression.

"You said you want to drink my blood and exchange this thing for this?" Mo Han looked at the puppy for a long time, and finally understood what it meant.

The puppy listened to Mo Han's words, and nodded humanely, with a smug look.

Mo Han didn't know what special effects his blood had, and he didn't know what was good, so he made this little dog unforgettable. But from the moment the puppy ate a 10,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in an instant, there was no reaction at all, and after knocking out the internal injury of his embryonic flesh with a light bump, he knew that this puppy was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Why should I trade with you?" Looking at the puppy's drooling and greedy expression, Mo Han suddenly wanted to tease the puppy.

After listening to Mo Han's words, the puppy was not in a hurry at all. Instead, they stood upright. looked at Mo Han with disdain, as if to say that as long as you look at the contents of the sword box, you will definitely agree to change it with me.

Looking at the puppy's arrogant face, Mo Han's curiosity couldn't hold back any longer, stood up, and fished towards the sword box with one hand.

As soon as he touched the sword box, a cold aura came from the top of the sword box and went straight to the bottom of Mo Han's heart. Mo Han hurriedly retracted his hand, only to see a layer of dark ice crystals on his right arm, which was spreading towards his body.

Mo Han was startled, and used the yuan force in his body, and finally shook off the ice crystals on his arm, but saw the puppy standing upright in the air, with a sneer and contempt on his face.

Since he was a child, because he didn't know who his parents were, and was picked up by a master who was a killer, Mo Han didn't know what warmth was. In order to survive, he must always be careful and not trust anyone, which also develops his cold and arrogant character. At this time, being despised and ridiculed by this sloppy puppy, Mo Han's anger came up at once: "Master doesn't believe it, I can't help you today." ”

Mo Han stretched out his hand towards the sword box again, of course, with the previous experience of suffering, this time Mo Han used the yuan force in his body to protect his palm before holding it on the sword box.

The sword box was about to lift the sword box, but the sword box seemed to be rooted and motionless in place. Mo Han secretly screamed in his heart, and immediately turned the yuan force of his whole body, added the strength of the early embryonic body to his hands, and shouted "up".

Using his strength to eat, Mo Han picked up the entire sword box at a distance of less than half a meter. But Mo Han's face was flushed, sweating profusely, and his legs were constantly trembling.

The puppy jumped mischievously on top of the sword box, looked up at Mo Han with a small head, and looked at Mo Han with a provocative face, which was to say: "If you have the ability, you can pick it up, if you have the ability, you can pick it up!"

Mo Han's forehead was bruised, his eyes were round, and large drops of sweat dripped down his face, and he was frozen into ice crystals and fell to the ground by the cold aura emitted by the sword box in mid-air.

Boom. Under the puppy's provocative gaze, Mo Han threw the sword box with both hands, sat down on the ground, snorted and panted, and finally failed to hold the sword box completely.

The puppy swiped into the air, glaring at Mo Han dissatisfied, and the two front paws were comparing back and forth, all of which were laughing at Mo Han's movements.

Having personally experienced the weight and coldness of the sword box, Mo Han had already determined in his heart that he had picked up the treasure this time, no matter what, he must bring this sword box back, and he would follow the little dog by his side, only in this way would the trip be in vain.

"Huh, I admit defeat, you say, how to open this sword box, as long as you help me open the sword box, my blood can be drunk as you like. Mo Han looked at the puppy helplessly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Hmph. ”

The puppy seemed to snort coldly, brushed it and landed on the top of the sword box, opening its small mouth and biting on one end of the sword box.

Click.

The sword box shattered in response, and the little dog raised his head and glanced at Mo Han, but the movements in his mouth did not stop, and the sword box was opened in a moment, and a heavy sword as black as ink came into view.

As soon as the heavy sword was born, the pool of blood in the cave behind Mo Han that exuded a strong pungent smell instantly boiled, and flew towards the heavy sword.

The puppy was startled by the sight in front of him, as if he didn't know what would happen when he opened the sword box. Subconsciously jumped on Mo Han's shoulder, grabbed the hair of Mo Han's sideburns with his two front paws, and looked nervously at the heavy sword in the sword box.

Under the gaze of one person and one dog, an extremely strong sword intent rose into the sky, sharp, heavy, vast, sharp, and self-respecting.

This is Mo Han's truest feeling, before the sword intent, Mo Han felt like a boat in a storm, the dust in the starry sky, as long as the sword intent moved casually, he would be destroyed immediately.

Mo Han had never been so close to death, no matter what kind of desperate situation he faced before, no matter what kind of enemy he faced, even if he was defeated, Mo Han would never have such decadent thoughts, nor would he have any resistance.

But at this time, facing the sword intent, Mo Han seemed to be facing a mysterious starry sky and facing a wide sea. There is no end in sight, no edge in sight, vast as an abyss, far away and mysterious, and there is no desire to resist at all, as it should be.

"Hahaha, you can't imagine that my Dugu is still alive, right? Wait, when Lao Tzu goes back, it will be when you die. A hearty laugh, with an incomparably powerful confidence, suddenly sounded in the cave.

With this loud laugh, the invincible sword intent that locked Mo Han in place disappeared instantly, and at this time, Mo Han had the strength to raise his head and look at the place where the laughter came from.

An old man with gray hair, full of rags, with a straight back that should have been rickety, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with an invincible momentum straight into the sky.

"Tyrannical Heavenly Things, Violent Heavenly Things!" As soon as the old man's gaze fell on Mo Han, he seemed to see Mo Han inside and out, and said bitterly.

"Who are you learning from? What kind of sect and sect are you a disciple of? What a misguided child, what a good piece of jade is carved like this, sooner or later it will be punished by God!" The old man didn't give Mo Han a chance to speak at all, and a series of questions and sighs came like the water of the Yangtze River, and Mo Han's little face was blue and purple, so he was not embarrassed.