Chapter Ninety-Three: The Last Layer

Mo Han walked into the door excitedly, and there were echoes from the fierce footsteps, Mo Han began to feel surprised, and then his black eyes kept looking around.

After walking through the gate, there was a sense of emptiness, faintly emitting a burst of death, the only ray of sunlight on the roof broke through the endless darkness, and the bright tiles of the roof revealed a few small holes, so that the creatures here would not die.

It's true that no one has been here for a long time, but is there really a legendary Xuanyu spirit card here?

Mo Han was puzzled, and kept recalling the previous scene of Han Angel's Xuan Domain Spirit Card, the blood-covered Xuan Power almost increased the original strength by ten times, and this was only a quarter of the strength, if it was fully exerted, it was conceivable, wouldn't it be a condensation of the mountain and shatter the domain.

Mo Han's face trembled slightly, and his steps struggled forward, this last layer was so empty that even the most daring people would secretly tremble.

Mo Han looked around, he didn't even notice that there were countless iron chains connected to this place before, but these iron chains were hidden in the shadows and almost merged with the darkness, and it was really difficult to notice when you looked at it at will.

As the footsteps gradually entered the center, the light became more and more dazzling, and the light here did not have the slightest heat, but an endless cold air.

Mo Han was quietly fixed under the beam, the churning in his heart was slightly still, and his eyes flickered and scanned the surroundings.

Suddenly, he found that the flow of Xuan Li was actually closed here, and all his own Xuan Power was imprisoned, which made him feel faintly uneasy.

Bang bang bang!

The flat ground suddenly exploded, slowly moving from the soles of Mo Han's feet to the sides, and judging from the speed of this rift, it turned out that this was not the last layer, but just a passage.

Boom Boom!

The voice became louder and louder, and Mo Han hurriedly put his feet together, and his face lifted a trace of solemnity. Crystal stairs appeared on the torn ground, and a faint golden light flashed on the stairs, like countless mystical forces condensed.

After a while, the huge rumbling sound finally stopped, and Mo Han looked around carefully, and the space suddenly shrank rapidly, and even the air began to be continuously compressed.

Wow!

Suddenly, two huge golden gates flashed out, and countless earthworms faintly appeared on them, which looked extremely hideous from a distance.

What is it?

Mo Han looked at the dark avenue suspiciously, and then a small human figure rushed into his shrine, and then quickly pounced on a huge ancient book, constantly flipping through it.

Is this the last layer, why are there two doors? There is no mention of it even in ancient books.

Mo Han hesitated for a long time, and then slowly stepped towards one of the doors, but as soon as he raised his foot, the oppressive air immediately rushed to his face, Mo Han hurriedly closed his eyes, in the dark, Mo Han heard a violent sound, and when he opened his eyes, the door had already closed.

And when he entered here, there was no road at all, and the dark space made a few strange noises faintly, Mo Han trembled slightly, and immediately forced himself to calm down.

After swimming in this space for a long time, Mo Han suddenly felt that the space here was compressed again, and it was difficult for him to even breathe.

Boom!

A light suddenly shot out of the narrow space, Mo Han looked up, and a stone tablet of vicissitudes of life was erected in front of him, and when he looked closely, he found that it was so familiar.

Death tombstones?

Mo Han exclaimed in surprise, and then his calm heart suddenly began to be irritable, these thousands of people are buried here, I am going to destroy him!

The white tomb slowly cracked, and a remnant of vicissitudes emerged from the thousands of skeletons, and then slowly solidified.

An unfamiliar face made Mo Han feel extremely uneasy in his heart, and then his cloudy eyes suddenly looked at Mo Han, and an invisible inductive power rippled out, and then Mo Han's head buzzed, and his eyes suddenly lost concentration.

Strange God?

A faint voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, and he was suddenly happy and worried, and just as this afterimage was condensed, countless black iron chains in the sky shot out quickly and smashed on the old man.

The hard iron chain suddenly sparked on this body, and Mo Han swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely.

This scene will definitely only appear in a dream, such a terrifying scene, without the peak of the Divine Mystery Realm, it is absolutely difficult to resist.

Bang bang bang!

The spark shot out quickly, and the old man's withered body was suddenly locked by several iron chains.

What's going on here?

Mo Han kept asking himself, and slowly fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, an old voice broke the dead silence and said intermittently: "If the dog is in charge, God will not escape!"

Mo Han was puzzled, but he could faintly feel the pain, which could be said to be heart-piercing, or rather, heartless pain.

After a while, Mo Han finally came to his senses and walked slowly towards the old man, but at this moment in his heart, he had already sensed that this step would open a large piece of plasma, but he still chose to go on.

The nervous footsteps finally stopped, and the black eyes of Mo Han shot faintly, and then the old man smiled slightly, as if the endless bitterness in his heart had been released.

Then the old man looked up to the sky and laughed, and in a majestic voice, he roared angrily: "Heavenly Dao, man-made! Blood cellar, fate!"

Although this voice did not shake the sky, it echoed in Mo Han's mind over and over again.

After a while, the old man's cloudy eyes were faintly projected, and Mo Han looked at these eyes, as if he immediately understood Mo Lao's firm gaze.

Maybe that sky is really not the color it is now, but blood-stained scarlet!

A chill slowly spread to Mo Han's heart, what kind of secret is hidden in the space here, the heaven and earth here?

The old man said lightly: "The past thing, ten years, the pervasive death qi here is all from countless innocent powerhouses, why is it so bloody, my cloudy old eyes can no longer see clearly, but in the long run, it will destroy the domain and destroy the sky!"

The words shook Mo Han's chest, and he felt more and more that this tenth layer was not only as simple as exercises, but perhaps a bigger treasure was still on this old man.

Mo Han couldn't hold back his horror and asked tremblingly, "What happened ten years ago?"

The old man's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and then a wave of anger spread to his face, and the old man said reluctantly: "Ten years of suffering, I have not been so dead for a day, the great changes of the year, swept every dead end, and now, I am trapped here, all because of one thing!"

"You mean the Xuanyu Spirit Card?"

Mo Han stared blankly, and his heart once again defined the Xuanyu Spirit Card, and the faint chill gradually froze him.

"yes, that's it! And it's the toughest Meteorite card!"

The corners of the old man's eyes trembled slightly, beads of sweat struggled on his forehead, and his cloudy old eyes looked to the left unwillingly.

This dark space faintly emitted a glimmer of light, and under the light, there was a fiery red spirit tablet.

Mo Han stared at this spirit card tightly, and said tremblingly, "This is the Meteorite card?"

The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, mixed with joy and sorrow for a while, and only after a while did he say bitterly: "This is just a broken meteorite, the real meteorite card was destroyed by me, destroyed by me!"

"Is this just a crippled Meteorite card? That powerful coercion, even the air doesn't dare to approach, and even that place is occupied by it, do you still believe this?"

"Crippled Flame Card!ha!ha!ha!"

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