The dissipated mystical power spread, and the forest suddenly became dead silent.

The cold wind gradually blew, and everyone did not dare to gasp loudly, for fear that their breathing would miss the details.

Waiting depressedly, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the two people who fought were fruitless.

Suddenly, a barrel-thick tree broke apart.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the place, and a short figure leaned against the trunk of the tree, and then fell with a bang.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them tremblingly and swallowed their saliva fiercely.

His eyes were scorching, and he wanted to know more and more intensely, what had just happened?

The ruined leaves slowly fell from the air, and traces of blood covered it, staring at it in surprise.

The next moment, an emaciated figure slowly walked out of the forest, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and his clothes were shattered, leaving only a scarred body.

Therefore, everyone took this figure as the focus, followed his footsteps closely, and saw the figure slowly move towards the sound just now.

The figure walked up to the dwarf, picked up the Ling Feng sword with great difficulty, and then ransacked the dwarf's body. Finally, he staggered towards Xichen.

The dwarf's men were staring at each other, their hands trembling constantly, and then a timid subordinate hurriedly threw down his weapons and rushed towards the jungle.

Bang!

One after another, weapons were thrown down, and they all rushed into the jungle in a panic.

After a while, at the entrance of the huge cave, only Xi Chen and Mo Han were left.

Seeing Mo Han coming, Xi Chen hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, Mo Han was also not lightly injured, this battle can be described as quite thrilling.

It's just that Xi Chen didn't know that at the last moment, Mo Han used the regents left in the ancient paintings, and forcibly urged them with blood, so that he could kill the dwarf at the most critical moment.

But this kind of life-saving trick can't be commonly used, after all, his own strength is too weak, and the power of the Regent is huge, so using blood as a guide is to prevent the backlash of the ancient blade.

If you use it for a long time, you will definitely be eaten back, and then you will be a puppet of a weapon. I only know that if I keep killing, in the end, the weapon will devour the mystical power of the human body and get my own evolution.

This kind of thing is really fatal!

Xi Chen was still surprised, but he didn't ask how Mo Han killed the dwarf in the end.

just looked at Mo Han with a little distress, and carefully helped him clean up his wounds.

The dense forest that had stopped was quite quiet, and Mo Han hadn't enjoyed such a good life for a long time.

Luo Xi also took care of her like this, and now I don't know what to do.

Mo Han raised his head and stared at the sky tightly, there was definitely something in that distant place, otherwise Mo Lao would not have looked at it so painfully for a few years.

Mo Han suddenly thought that he had only been away from the battle for a year, and there were so many masters there.

One election in five years, one war in ten years, the hard work in this is not a star, I don't know how many young talents, breaking through the scalp have to squeeze in.

Now I have been delayed for four years due to injury, and I have not received good training. I don't know how powerful those demons are.

Four years ago, Luo Xi had reached the middle stage of the Jin Xuan Realm, and now that four years have passed, she has definitely reached the Illusory Purple Academy to cultivate, and the gap between them will become wider and wider.

If you don't have the strength at that time, do you have to ask someone else to carry it?

So I had to quickly improve within a year so that I could do what I wanted to do.

Xi Chen was also very surprised when he looked at Mo Han's melancholy cheeks, and was about to say something, when Mo Han suddenly came back to his senses.

Directly frightened Xi Chen, Mo Han looked at her in a little surprise, and said lightly: "You don't distinguish between up and down, do you want to kill me?"

Xi Chen pouted angrily, his cheeks flushed, and said fiercely: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm wrong!

"Okay, then you can compensate me for my losses・・・・・・ you cheaply, one West Iron Fruit will do the trick," Mo Han said slyly.

"What? You're too ・・・・・ dark, aren't you?"

"You can't help this, otherwise I will go and blackmail your master to see if she will give it or not"

"Okay, you go, my master won't kill you."

The two of them quarreled for a long time, and finally they were tired before they slowly stopped.

Mo Han looked at the weapons scattered around him, and also took out the Ling Feng Sword behind him.

The white light on Ling Feng's sword shone brightly, and the sharp blade of the sword broke when it was blown, and Mo Han continued to caress happily.

This is just one type of loot, and what makes Mo Han even happier is the dwarf's spirit bag.

Obviously, this thing is not comparable to the Spirit Broken Bag, no matter the size or color, it is absolutely superior, Mo Han's covetous eyes stared at the Spirit Bag tightly.

Then he took out the previous broken spirit bag, threw it aside, and happily groped for the contents of the new spirit bag.

Xichen sat on the side and looked at Mo Han lightly, and muttered: "This guy is really a role model who likes the new and hates the old!

Mo Han didn't notice Xi Chen's eyes either, and continued to look for the contents of the bag.

Clothes, food, knives?

Why is it so rotten! What about the previous things? It can't be without!

What Mo Han said was naturally the technique used by that guy at the last moment, if he didn't escape by luck, it would be really difficult to deal with this trick, and it wouldn't be a waste if he lost it.

After turning over for a long time, just when Mo Han was about to give up, a hard object wrapped in clothes was discovered by Mo Han.

Mo Han hurriedly took out his shirt, and there was a delicate book of exercises lying inside. Five large characters faintly visible on it.

Three thousand palms of red flame!

Mo Han looked at this exercise happily, this is it! I clearly heard the last voice of the dwarf speak.

But Mo Han didn't rush to flip through it, but continued to look for things in the spirit bag.

Then a white jade bottle was taken out of the spirit bag, which contained several small pills, and Mo Han looked at it in surprise.

Immediately, it occurred to me that this thing was a Shunqi Pill, and it could help people eliminate the dark energy of Xuan Li, and it was a necessary treasure for these cultivators.

Finally, after Mo Han turned over for half an hour, he successfully harvested a bottle of elixir, a book of exercises, and a long sword.

Then he threw away the useless things, picked out a shirt and put it on his body.

The previous battle made him look extremely embarrassed, not only was he slapped hard, but he was also scratched by the strong wind, so he should practice now.

Mo Han sat down cross-legged, and instantly felt extremely tired in his body, probably because of the large amount of Xuan Li, which made it difficult for his body to accept, and he also released so much blood.

Therefore, it is impossible to complete the cultivation now, so it is better to rest and rest.

As soon as the thought came, Mo Han fell asleep.

Then the sky gradually darkened, but Xichen did not rest. Instead, he entered a state of cultivation.

When he woke up, he found that he was the only one, and immediately shivered, and looked around blankly, and it was pitch black.

Slowly moved his gaze to the side, only to find that Mo Han, who was asleep, felt a trace of warmth in an instant.

Suddenly there was a loud roar, and a loud voice came from the other side of the mountain.

Xi Chen unconsciously moved towards Mo Han's side, looking at the young man in front of him, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

But for a long night, it was impossible to persist all the time, and in the end, Xichen also fell asleep tiredly, but at this moment his hands were holding Mo Han tightly.