Mo Han couldn't hear the sound outside in his coma, but now he was in an extremely illusory realm.

Although he was seriously injured this time, he didn't wake up for five or six days. But it seemed as if something was deliberately trapping him in this space. made Mo Han slowly recall what happened these days.

From the cave to this place, and still haven't come out of here, his purpose seems to be getting farther and farther away, and the great enemy is even more...

What can I do against that proud man who once showed no mercy in killing me?

Mo Han didn't feel a bitterness in his mouth, and the days of floating were muddy, and he didn't know how long it would take.

Suddenly, Mo Han felt a sharp pain in his palm, and quickly looked at a tragic wound slowly emerging, and then an ancient painting the size of a small palm slowly rose up.

Mo Han's face changed slightly, and he stared at the ancient painting tightly. Immediately, a wave of joy inexplicably set off in my heart.

Is this an ancient painting of Qiankun?

Strange thoughts kept rushing into Mo Han's mind, and Mo Han's expression seemed to be imprisoned, staring at the ancient painting blankly, without saying a word.

The slowly rising ancient paintings exuded a little bit of light, and the crystal mass slowly dispersed, and the golden mystical power tightly wrapped into a string of words......

It is then slowly combined into four familiar verses.

Lonely Mountain, Lonely Cloud, Lonely Star...

Mo Han suddenly remembered the predecessors of the immortal Gu Cheng in the painting, as if the sadness had been raging out after a long time, how long had it been since all this?

Mo Lao!

Suddenly, the poem headed by the poem suddenly shone brightly, and the brilliant crystal light continued to shoot in Mo Han's eyes, and the dazzling light shocked Mo Han's spirit.

Could it be that this is the location of the remnants that remind me?

Mo Han faintly recalled everything here, but the environment here was not as described in the sentence.

Mo Han looked at the ancient painting faintly, and the crystal light in the painting slowly dissipated, and then left a blank palm. The light is also slowly fading.

The space for dissipation slowly shrank, and Mo Han suddenly felt that he was constantly being compressed, and the pain in his body became more and more intense.

Xuan Li seemed to be uncontrollable at this moment, shuttling indiscriminately, rushing frantically on every acupuncture point, meridian, and bone.

The huge tremor slowly broke away from the illusion, and Mo Han's body began to shake in reality.

Xi Chen looked at it in a panic, but Mo Han's trembling became more and more intense, Xi Chen suddenly hugged Mo Han desperately, his palm tightly grasped Mo Han's hand, the warm temperature slowly passed into the illusion, and Mo Han's trembling began to slow down slightly.

This trace of warmth seemed to awaken something in Mo Han's body, and some meridians began to flow slowly.

Then the Xuan Power gathered and dispersed, tormenting Mo Han in a loop, but the meridians were slowly increasing.

Mo Han clearly felt one, two, three.

Mo Han, who was already seriously injured, gradually couldn't support it, and the feeling of swelling pain in the meridians seemed to explode immediately.

Suddenly, Mo Han spurted a mouthful of blood onto the bed, and the sheets were stained red.

But Mo Han in the illusion only felt the pain of tearing his body, but his appearance was not hurt at all.

Suddenly, a light slowly spread in one of the meridians, and a thumb-sized bead stared at the two eyes, helplessly looking at the surging Xuan Li.

Then he said fiercely: "Dare you disturb my uncle's sleep, okay, let you quarrel!"

Then a majestic force suppressed the Xuan Force, and the dissipated Xuan Force suddenly condensed into the sea of force from afar.

The sea of power was churning, and then another, and finally the Xuanli slowly turned into small words. The text continues to condense, and by the end it has basically reached about fifteen.

Stopped the churning sea of power and slowly awakened Mo Han's memory.

A voice echoed intermittently: "There is no trace of time, meteors have passed, thousands of years have passed, why is there only one pearl in the sea"

The voice echoed in Mo Han's mind with a burst of vicissitudes.

Mo Han slowly felt the touch of his body, a delicate body clinging to him, his heartbeat seemed to be not so slow, and the warm feeling made his heart no longer so desolate.

Then a faint fragrance wafted into Mo Han's nose, and Mo Han greedily enjoyed this beauty.

Suddenly, the fragrance slowly faded away, and the delicate feeling gradually lost, and this beauty slowly dissipated.

Mo Han kept recalling in his mind: "Is it true that the beautiful will eventually be lost, or will the lost be beautiful?"

Mo Han broke the illusion fiercely, struggled to rub his eyes, and woke up suddenly.

When I looked at it in a blink of an eye, I realized that I was the only one in the room, could it be that those feelings were all hallucinations?

Mo Han was puzzled, the injuries on his body were still the same, and he still couldn't move.

Just a fantasy?

The feeling of pain made him lie down helplessly, slowly thinking of the scene just now.

The sea of power in the body slowly condensed, and a mysterious force that was several times stronger than before rushed through the meridians.

Mo Han's slightly pale face suddenly flashed with joy.

Later stage of the Jin Xuan Realm?

Feeling this inexplicable strength promotion, Mo Han was a little confused.

Since the strength has improved, let's stabilize it!

But not here!

The empty room made Mo Han feel sad.

Four years have passed since the failures of the past, but what can we do in the remaining year?

The Controversy of the Domain Power?

I'm wasting my time here.

Since this place has nothing to do with me, let's leave.

Mo Han sighed, this was just the beginning, but the heaviness was quite torturous.

It's been four years, four years!

Maybe the flowers in the small courtyard of the Luo family have bloomed at this moment.

It's summer, and there's only ten months left in the battle for the power of the region.

What do I use to make up for four years of strand?

Crunch!

The door opened, a pink dress, wrapped in a delicate body, a slightly green little face, more and more lovable, Hao wrist holding a porcelain bowl, slowly walking towards Mo Han with lotus steps, gracefully showing in each step of the dripping exquisite.

The girl's faint voice came: "Are you awake?"

Mo Han let out a slightly distracted "um".

At this moment, Mo Han suddenly felt that this woman seemed to have an incompatible relationship with him.

But Mo Han didn't know what the reason was, and it made his will tremble slightly.

was determined to leave, but at this moment, he didn't want to abandon the woman in front of him.

After staring silently for a long time, Mo Han came back to his senses.

A small spoon was handed to Mo Han's lips, and Mo Han opened his mouth to take a sip.

Then I saw that the girl carefully blew the cold and handed it to him again.

The rustling wind blew through the window, blowing the girl's green silk.

Quiet atmosphere, Mo Han quietly enjoyed.

But I still made a decision for myself.

I'm always leaving, I'm never going to do what I want to do.

The breeze blew through the girl's willow eyebrows, and Mo Han suddenly felt a kind of reluctance.

He muttered in his mouth: "Reluctantly girl, go back again!"

At this time, the girl who was concentrating did not hear.

This time I just missed it!

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