Mo Han's expression was solemn, and Chi An's eyes were vicious, with a hint of fear. Wei Su, Peng Yu, and He Qian were shocked, none of them had ever seen Mo Han's blood fall to the earth, but at this moment they all knew how powerful this move was, even from a long distance, they could feel the horror of the space cracking.

The falcon swooped down from the sky, and it was supposed that his speed would get faster and faster, but the falcon, who was only left with a soul and was driven crazy by Chi'an's secret method, slowed down, and fear could be seen in his blood-red eyes. In addition to the terrifying power of that drop of blood, this fear also had a certain aura on Mo Han's body.

It was extremely difficult to penetrate the sparkling sunlight of the protective layer of the miasma poisonous mist of the swamp of fish and insects, and quietly disappeared. The wind blew from nowhere, blowing through the dead tribe, through Mo Han's thin body, through Chi'an's flushed face, through Wei Su, through Peng Yu, through He Qian, and through everything.

People have life, falcons have life, plants have life, everything in the swamp of fish and insects has life. Like this mist, this wind, this drop of blood.

Mo Han has always had a scale in his heart, good is good, bad is bad, this has nothing to do with others, just his heart. People who are pleasing to the eye are always pleasing to the eye, and people who are not pleasing to the eye are not pleasing to the eye no matter how they act. If Long Zheng is pleasing to the eye, Yin Tianyou and Chi'an are not pleasing to the eye.

The falcon will be afraid, but the drop of blood will not. So the speed at which the falcon swoops down will be slower and slower, and the speed of the blood droplets will be faster and faster, because of fear, because of fear.

Mo Han's face was expressionless, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at the eagle falcon and Chi An's eyes without killing intent or resentment, just like a stranger. But all this indifference made Chi An feel cold and frightened, as if he was already dead.

Poof.

The falcon was unable to avoid the drops of blood flying towards it, as Chian would not allow it to retreat because he had rushed too fast in the first place. So the drops of blood with the cracks in the fine space hit its forehead, like a stone falling into the droplets, only a dull sound.

Silently, the blood-red falcon stayed quietly in mid-air, the gaze and fear in its eyes froze. Beams of light, even more bewitching than it, pierced through its body, and in a few moments its entire body was like a sieve. And the light that passes through its body, like sunlight through a sieve, is just not the same color.

Chi An, who was standing on the ground, snorted, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and his trembling body finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he fell forward to the ground, the fan in his hand was full of fine cracks, and he knew at a glance that it was time to run out of oil and run out of lights.

The spirit body of the falcon gradually disappeared in mid-air, and a drop of more demonic and bright blood reappeared in mid-air, slowly flying towards the place where Chi'an was, there was no spatial crack, no evil qi, only light, just like a drop of ordinary blood.

Mo Han landed a foot away from Chi'an, and blood droplets quietly floated less than a centimeter on the back of Chi'an's head.

Chi'an was lying on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his feminine face was still vicious. He struggled to even move his fingers, but at the moment of Mo Han's arrival, he still used the last strength of his life to raise his head slightly: "You are not a human, you are a demon, you are a devil, I will not let you go if I am a ghost." ”

Mo Han stood quietly and didn't speak, just raised his palm and gently beckoned to He Qiansan, and he was distracted. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew what he was going to say. Even he didn't know what he was thinking, but Wei Su, who was close to him, seemed to hear him murmuring, "What is good and what is bad, what is right and what is wrong." ”

He Qian looked at Chi'an lying on the ground like a dead dog, and the anger in his heart disappeared for some reason, and he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The dead are completely dead and cannot be resurrected, and those who leave have left forever and will never return. What if you kill Chi'an, even if you tear your heart out.

Death is like a lamp going out, the seeds of hatred cannot be planted in the heart, and the face of hatred should not cover your eyes. Chi'an died, with his resentment and hatred for Mo Han. And the revenge of the thousand tribes, but he did not have the joy after revenge, only a gentle smile. Because he still has hope, he still has things to do, there are responsibilities that he has to bear, and there is a group of people waiting for him.

"Engong, I'll go first, as long as you have orders in this life, I and Qianqian will die forever. ”

A fire, a fire, did not burn the plains, but it completely reduced a tribe in the Fish and Insect Swamp to ashes, including Chi'an's corpse. And Qian is gone, not to die, but to find hope for his future, to protect everything in his future.

"Let's go too. Mo Han's face regained a hint of ruddyness, but there was a loss in his eyes, as if he had lost something and gained something, no one knew, and no one understood. Maybe that's growth.

There is a stele in the deepest part of the swamp of fish and insects, ten zhang high, three zhang wide, one zhang thick, and two big characters "sacrifice spirit" are written squarely above the tablet.

No one knew what kind of god or ghost it was worshipping, but it was like an ordinary heavenly spirit standing in the deepest part of the Fish and Insect Swamp, reaching into the sky, and even the miasma and poisonous mist that shrouded the Fish and Insect Swamp seemed to be afraid of something, opening up a clear sky for it.

Every cultivator who entered the Medicineless Valley was unwilling to miss the Sacrifice Spirit Monument, and they would come here by all means. Because everyone knows that it buries secrets that no one knows, and seals treasures that do not come to life. Everyone fantasizes that they are unique and the darlings of this world.

The memorial monument was silent in a hundred feet, and there were layers of white bones piled up. In the sunlight that passed through the only gap, there was a faint glow.

At the edge of the forbidden land within a hundred zhang radius of the Spirit Sacrifice Monument, a small circle of cultivators was already standing. They stared at everything within the scope of the Sacrifice Spirit Monument, and no one was willing to take a step and gently step into the forbidden land within a radius of hundreds of feet. Even if they only need to move their feet a little, they will step into it.

Every time a cultivator comes here, there are those who are bold, those who are timid, those who have cultivated high, those who have cultivated low, those who are confident, those who have low self-esteem, those who are crazy, and those who are cowardly. Bold, highly cultivated, confident and crazy cultivators will not hesitate to step into it to find the treasure of their dreams. However, all the cultivators who stepped into it turned into a puddle of pus and blood, and even bones were not left.

When Mo Han and his entourage came here, they saw such a scene.

The sunlight shone on the monument of the sacrifice, flashing with colorful light, just like a group of souls who wandered in the world and did not want to leave, doing the last dance of their lives. It is strange to say that the memorial monument that should be gloomy is like a sacred object that has fallen in the world, which makes people involuntarily admire and believe.

Mo Han's gaze swept over the crowd around the edge of the forbidden place of the Spirit Monument, and without finding any familiar people, he jumped over them directly and landed on the Spirit Monument.

There seems to be a whisper, there seems to be a Sanskrit chanting, there seems to be an unwilling shout, all kinds of voices and emotions overwhelmingly rushed into Mo Han's mind, and like the light wind and drizzle, people can't stop and sink into it.

Yes, this kind of thing is called happiness, inexplicable happiness.

Syllable.

Peng Yu's thick palm slapped heavily on Mo Han's shoulder, waking him up: "The spirit monument can not only sacrifice the dead soul, but also the living soul. There is a legend that it likes pure and pure hearts, because they always have a pure heart, and they are not disturbed by external objects, and it wants to extradite them to heaven. ”

No one cared about the arrival of Mo Han's three people and one beast, and no one looked at them, all their minds were immersed in the sacrificial spirit monument and the dry bones all over the ground.

Wei Su looked at everything in the forbidden land of the Sacrifice Spirit Tablet in puzzlement: "Didn't you say that the Sacrifice Spirit Tablet was silent in a hundred zhang radius, and there was no grass growing? ”

"Because all the dry bones here are not left now, but from antiquity. Anyone who can leave bones here, their cultivation has already reached the sky. ”

Zhuge Jing held the Dharma battle like a monk, and walked slowly towards Mo Han and his party.

Mo Han withdrew his gaze from the sacrificial spirit tablet and nodded lightly to greet him, but did not speak.

"Are you the leader they pushed out?" Wei Su's chubby face was filled with a different smile, and he asked Zhuge Jing.

Zhuge Jing nodded: "Yes, he doesn't know what the great change in the Demonless Valley means, but as a closed disciple of the Pavilion Master of Ziwei Pavilion, I believe you know what it means." We need this monument to suppress the people who are ready to move. Only in this way can we protect the peace of the Withered Leaf Continent for thousands of years. ”

Wei Su didn't immediately agree, but asked rhetorically, "How to distribute?"

"Whoever gets it counts, and the ultimate goal is just to suppress them. ”

"We are not friends, nor enemies, just strangers. "Mo Han is a lone wolf, he has his own wolf pack, but that group is small, at least not now.

The cultivators who can come here are either the leaders of the younger generation, or the old people who have been stagnant in the foundation building period for a long time, maybe they will enter the Jindan stage once they have attained enlightenment, or maybe they will not have hope for the rest of their lives. But no matter what kind of person they were, they all knew a person named Mo Han, that is, the young man in front of them.

Many of them only know Mo Han on rumors, it has nothing to do with good or evil, good or bad, but they are in awe, after all, the killing blade is too famous, and Mo Han's reputation will naturally not be too good.

So seeing Mo Han walking with Wei Su Pengyu, he subconsciously let go of his body and let them pass.

"The Killing Blade and the Heaven-Turning Seal alone can't protect you from reaching the Sacrifice Monument, let alone give you time to realize. Zhuge Jing was stunned, after all, he was just an underage child, and he didn't understand what Mo Han meant.