Inside the small building, the old man lay peacefully on the wooden bed, with a smile and joy, and passed away. Perhaps he was happy, and at the end of his life, he finally fulfilled his life's wish, or perhaps he was unhappy, because in the last moments of his life, he saw the hope that his ancestors had spoken of.

In the Valley of No Demons, the leaders of the five major bandits were all in the small building at this time, except for Mo Han and his party, Mu Zhao of the golden snake, the killing of the poisonous scorpion, the fish and insects and Qian, and the dragon whale Gan Yi all knelt down in front of the old man's body.

The old man has an unsurpassable position in the hearts of the four bandits of the Demon Valley, and the old man called the four of them by his side before he died, and the only order and the only last words on his deathbed was to let them obey Mo Han's command whenever and wherever they wanted, and they were not allowed to disobey Mo Han.

Even though they didn't know the meaning of doing so, they chose to listen.

Seven days later, the old man's body was cremated in the square in front of the small building, and finally in accordance with the old man's last wishes, his ashes were scattered in the Demon Valley, and everything in the Demon Valley was integrated.

Mo Han's blood contains strong vitality and strength, otherwise he would not have saved Peng Yu from the brink of death, and Shengyu would not have seen him taste the taste of his blood and would not leave. Originally, Mo Han was going to use his own blood to prolong the life of the old man and live in the world for a few years. But the old man's words left him speechless: life may not be happy, and death may not be painful. Old man, I have been living in the world for hundreds of years, and I have already seen through life and death, so why should I live in the world?

"Mo Shao, let's go. Now that the Demon Valley has undergone great changes, the Desert Tower has been destroyed, and the Snake Scorpion Desert has become an oasis since then, and it will not be too late for the other four places to change. We have to go back and prepare early, once the Demon Valley is all turned into an oasis and the barrier disappears, we will have to move the clan. He Qian, the leader of the fish and insect bandits, walked behind Mo Han and said very politely.

"In the future, please take care of me, and Qian is going back to the fish and insect swamp with you, I want to return to the dragon whale ocean, so I will go first." After Gan Yi finished clasping his fists, he turned around and walked away.

The death of the old man had a great impact on the four of them, as they had to prepare for the migration while reassuring the hearts of their people and preventing their people from panicking.

Looking at the backs of Mo Han and his party, Mu Zhao suddenly asked, "Do you really believe that he will bring us miracles?"

Lu Sheng smiled slightly: "I believe in the old patriarch's gaze, and even if we don't believe him, do we have a better way?" After all, he has promised the old patriarch that he will find a place for us to live after we go out." ”

The small city was not far from the fish and insect swamp, and following He Qian's advice, Mo Han and his party did not fly quickly, nor did they rush to the road, just stop and go, and when it was dark, they also arrived at the edge of the fish and insect swamp.

"Mo Shao, the place where my clan lives is on the way you must go to the spirit monument, and when you get to the place where our clan lives, you can repair it and move forward again. By the way, Mo Shao, you must keep the ten thousand poison beads that the old patriarch gave you before leaving. After thousands of years of condensation by our clan, these ten thousand poison beads are not only extremely poisonous, but also able to detoxify hundreds of poisons. No matter what poison you have been poisoned in the Valley of the Demons, this bead can be removed. We'll rest here tonight and enter the fish-insect swamp early tomorrow morning. ”

There was nothing wrong all night, Mo Han always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. Because they had come all the way, they hadn't encountered a single demon beast, nor had they encountered a single cultivator, as if they had been abandoned by the entire world.

However, out of trust in the old patriarch and He Qian, Mo Han did not ask, but learned from He Qian's mouth that there were a total of 20,000 people in their four clans, of which there were 1,500 cultivators.

Most of them were in the late stage of Bigu and the early stage of foundation building, and at the same time, He Qian also told Mo Han that the entire Demonless Valley was filled with an inexplicable energy. Because they have exercises and items to refine this kind of energy, their physical bodies are stronger than those outside cultivators. And the inexplicable energy that Mo Han felt in the femme fatale desert before was the kind of one he Qiankou said.

It's just that at that time, they didn't have the corresponding cultivation method and no corresponding items, so they didn't know how to cultivate. Only Mo Han's flesh that had been condensed by heavenly punishment, elixir, and blood had a certain reaction.

"Mo Shao, the Fa decision of absorbing that kind of power to refine the body can only be understood and not spoken, in our four races, everyone has a different comprehension, so please forgive me. As for the items that support cultivation, let me sell them, I'm sure you'll have a better replacement than we do. He Qian walked in front and took Mo Han and his party into the fish and insect swamp.

In the early morning of the fish and insect swamp, the night has just gone, the sun has not risen, with a faint coolness, and the miasma poisonous mist shrouded in it has also faded a lot, a thin layer, and the line of sight can barely see a hundred meters away.

"Don't fly, the Cryptoptera insects all inhabit the poisonous mist. Now the temperature is still low, they will not come out. Once the sun rises, it is when they are most active. Don't touch everything around you, follow my footprints. Everywhere it is bright or very dark, there is something you don't expect. ”

He Qian walked in front, and every step was taken carefully and very carefully. The place where his feet landed seemed to be very hard at times, and sometimes it seemed to be very soft. But at all times, he walked steadily.

After thousands of years of accumulation, rotting dead branches and leaves have spread all over every corner of the fish and insect swamp. Whether it's hard land, low-lying pools, or swamps full of sediment. If you are not familiar with this place, or do not know the way to walk in the swamp, then you will die.

"There are three main dangers of the fish and insect swamp, the first is the miasma poisonous mist shrouded in the swamp, about a kilometer thick; the second is the inside of the fish and insect swamp, although the miasma poisonous mist is very small, but there are all kinds of demon beasts living in it, the hidden wing poisonous insects and the desert fish are the most powerful two, and they are group demon beasts, once encountered, do not hesitate to run away immediately; the third is the sacrificial spirit monument you are going to, where there is no grass, the miasma poisonous mist can not be approached, and the demon beasts are also regarded as forbidden places, and it is the only place in the fish and insect swamp where there is no poisonous mist miasma, because it is full of endless anger。 Any living being, once stepping into it, will turn into pus and blood, which will become the nourishment of the sacrificial spirit monument. ”

A distance of one kilometer, if it was outside, it would only take a moment for Mo Han and his party, but in the swamp of fish and insects, they had to walk for half an hour before they reached the inside of He Qian.

The sun is rising, with a faint warmth of sunlight over the fish and insect swamp, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold morning. Under the sunlight, you can see the poisonous mist miasma that shrouds the swamp of fish and insects constantly rising, and the slightest mist rises from the rotten ground and merges into the barrier of the swamp.

Perhaps because the poisonous mist that hung over the swamp was so thick that the sun didn't shine in the whole time, it didn't seem to make much difference except that it felt a little brighter and warmer than at night.

He Qian took out a bottle of pill from his arms, one pill per person: "This is a poison avoidance pill to take separately, the air in the swamp of fish and insects is full of poison, slow breathing will bring poison to the body, and it will accumulate constantly, once the poison occurs, there will be no cure."

I don't know if it was because He Qian led the way, or if Mo Han had always listened to He Qian's words, or if it was some other reason, they walked in the fish and insect swamp for a day, and they didn't even see a single demon beast, let alone the famous Hidden Wing Poisonous Insect and Desert Fish.

In the evening of this day, He Qian and Mo Han and one beast had approached the clan led by He Qian, but for some reason, the moment when it should have been green smoke curling and cooking, it was silent. There was no green smoke, no smell of rice, but there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"And the patriarch, are you sure that the front is where your clan lives?" Mo Han stopped He Qian, who was walking in front, and asked out loud.

Along the way, He Qian led the way with instinct, and his mind was full of the explanation of the old patriarch when he passed away and the great changes in the Valley of No Demons, and he was also thinking about how to appease the migrating clansmen. was stopped by Mo Han, he thought that Mo Han still didn't trust him, so he said casually: "Yes, if you go three kilometers further, you will arrive, isn't Mo Shao worried." ”

Before He Qian's words were finished, he was stopped by himself, and when he came back to his senses, he had already discovered that there was something unusual in it.

"And the patriarch, we have traveled all the way, and we have not encountered a single demon beast, in front of which is the place where your clan has settled, but now there is a faint smell of blood. And if I'm not mistaken, the smell of blood should have been in the air for more than two days. Mo Han held the killing blade in his hand and looked at the place where the smell of blood wafted from with a solemn face, as if he wanted to see everything he wanted to see through the fog in the swamp.

In addition to the Five Sword Kings, the other four major bandits in the Demon Valley have a total of 20,000 people, the group in Ganyi in the Dragon Whale Ocean has 10,000 people and more than 700 cultivators, followed by the Fish Worm Swamp and Qian group with 5,000 people and nearly 400 cultivators, and finally the Mu Zhao and Killing Clans have a total of 5,000 people and more than 300 cultivators.

These people are placed in any force outside, and only the number of cultivators and their Dharma Body dual cultivation are definitely not weaker than any second-rate force. If the high-end forces catch up with the nine major forces, then a new force on the Withered Leaves Continent will be born from there.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Han is so cautious at this time, to slaughter so many people, either his cultivation is far superior to them, or there is a mutation. After all, they had lived in the Demon Freedom Valley for so many years, it was impossible for them to be unprepared at all, and it was impossible for them not to have any resistance at all, and besides, the existence of cultivators above the Golden Pill Stage in the Demon Freedom Valley was restricted. Even if there are cultivators in the Jindan stage who suppress their cultivation through various means, they will not be able to give full play to the cultivation of the Jindan stage, and at most they will take advantage of the skill moves.