In the roar that sounded one after another, the three of them were knocked away at the same time, blood sprayed wildly on the way, and Wu Ji Zhu Ke was directly beaten back to his original form.

At the moment when Sun Yuan's tungsten moon dagger disappeared, the three of them fell into the snow together.

Except for the slightest movement on Wu Ji's side, the other two did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Endless expanse of snow, with occasional hills.

What was supposed to be a quiet night was completely shattered by the roar that sounded every few seconds.

The roar and the roar of the beasts along the way were mixed together, but it was a bit lively.

If you don't use the naked eye, it's hard to see that it's actually a person running wild.

The scary thing is that the man can achieve a height of tens of meters and a distance of hundreds of meters with every jump.

Gradually, however, he seemed to slow down until he stopped in front of a huge hill.

Han Lei's chest rose and fell violently, his face flushed, obviously it took a lot of strength to run wildly for so long.

It's just that there is more of a smile on his face, and the hearty feeling brought by this wild run really makes him feel very good.

But as soon as he looked down at his legs, the smile froze.

The big straight black stick shook slightly, as if showing off.

Forehead...

A few black lines suddenly appeared on Han Lei's forehead, and then he couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, and he muttered, "Why is it so hard?!"

With that, Han Lei smacked his lips, then turned to look into the distance.

The field of vision is white.

After Han Lei pondered for a moment, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he was sure that Mo Zihan would definitely not leave those people behind, but why wasn't the latter in a hurry at that time?

Or rather, the other party had already expected him to run away.

That is, they have put their own safety first.

Is this so-called Holy Son really that important to the Demon Yuan Continent?

Thinking of this, Han Lei's face was bored, and he scolded angrily: "Han Lei, Han Lei, don't forget that you are still burdened with a three-year contract. They don't know you all the time, it's not worth your time!"

After speaking, Han Lei turned around and raised his steps to leave.

But as soon as he put down his footsteps, Han Lei's body suddenly stopped.

He looked at the Qiankun bag belonging to Minghua in his hand and muttered, "It's hard to get rid of them, do you just go back?"

After a long time, an angry voice rang out.

"Damn!"

Han Lei scolded angrily, he never thought that he would be so indecisive one day.

To be honest, Minghua and Mo Zihan and the others couldn't make Han Lei feel good at all.

Needless to say, the former is a stubborn nerd who seems to have a crazy obsession with cultivation.

As for the latter, he was still grateful to them, but after a day of torture, in addition to physical and mental unhappiness, Han Lei also felt great humiliation.

Besides, in the final analysis, everything they did was just for the Demon Yuan Continent. Although he saved himself, why didn't he return it?

And because of Cai Jin's practice of raising guns with his soul, Han Lei couldn't help but classify others into the ranks of the same stream.

In Han Lei's heart, there is no distinction between continents or even different races, and his opinions on these people are only judgments based on his own personal experience.

But now...

Anyway, the other party is in a life-and-death dilemma for himself, and he is...

Thinking of this, the face of that girl with a beautiful appearance and excellent temperament appeared in Han Lei's mind.

Perhaps, neither she, nor her companions, deserved to die.

"That's it!"

A light shout sounded, Xiao Yan glanced at Mo Zihan in front of him, and hurried towards Wu Ji and the three of them without the slightest hesitation.

Zhu Qian was still lying there, but her face was not as pale as before.

"Today, you will die!" Mo Zihan said lightly.

She slowly closed her beautiful eyes, not afraid that Minghua would suddenly attack or run away.

At this moment, an extremely terrifying aura began to spread out around Mo Zihan.

At this moment, the whole body of Cangyu Rainbow Sword on the other side began to tremble slightly, and it also made a buzzing sound from time to time.

Minghua's pupils shrank, and then he looked at Mo Zihan's eyes with a hint of surprise.

What is it that can make Cangyu Rainbow Sword become like this.

In his impression, this was the first time that Cang Yu's rainbow sword had lost his temper, and it was also the first time that he conveyed a different emotion to him.

It's just that that emotion contains not fear, but anger, and even a little unwillingness.

Minghua didn't dare to slack off anymore, with his current state, he would definitely not be able to last long, and Han Lei escaped, and he didn't know how long it would take to find him again.

However, just as Minghua was about to step forward with his sword, an incredible scene happened to him.

Cangyu's rainbow sword was actually stuck in mid-air like that, no matter how Minghua twitched, the former just didn't move forward in the slightest.

Minghua was shocked and angry, he actually felt the emotions transmitted by the rainbow sword again.

That's waiting!

He's waiting for that thing to show up!

Seeing this, Minghua scolded angrily, and actually abandoned his sword and rushed directly towards Mo Zihan.

Just when Minghua raised his fist and was less than two meters away from Mo Zihan, the latter's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and his black pupils were instantly covered with a touch of purple.

Immediately after, a purple sun suddenly rose behind him, and the dazzling light directly made Minghua have to close his eyes.

"Get out!"

Mo Zihan let out a low snort, and the purple sun light shone again, illuminating this side of the world in an instant.

"Boom!"

The terrifying power rushed towards all directions with Mo Zihan as the center, and suddenly stirred up the ice and snow in the sky. Minghua flew in response.

In just the blink of an eye, there was not a single trace of ice and snow in the nearly ten-foot radius under Mo Zihan's feet.

It's like a vacuum.

The light of the purple sun was still dazzling, and in its slow rotation, it was faintly possible to see that there were still objects in it.

Minghua slowly stood up and held the Cangyu Rainbow Sword again, his eyes full of solemnity.

Just when he thought it was about to end, a dragon's groan suddenly sounded.

A demon dragon phantom covered with dark purple scales suddenly drilled out of the purple sun, and immediately rushed into the sky.

During this time, the dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth, and its body gradually became larger.

In just a moment, the Demon Dragon Phantom turned into a hundred-meter-long behemoth.

Xiao Yan and Wu Ji, who had woken up, couldn't help but look up, and their frenzy and excitement were beyond words.

This is their absolute belief and even that of the entire Demon Yuan Continent!

Purple Sun Demon Dragon!

There is no way to restrain him with any rank!

Only because it comes from the supreme will of the demon world, the supreme ruler!

Just like in the Demon Yuan Continent, the Heaven-Defying Purple Sun Demon Dragon can only be possessed by the Demon Hall Master and his descendants!

It's an absolute status symbol!

It is also the recognition of the demon world!

Due to the vision brought about by Mo Zihan's release of Tian Yuan, it has attracted the attention of many places.

In the territory of the Northern Cang, the land of the demon dragon can be seen, and countless people stop to watch, their eyes pointing there.

The Demon Dragon Flying Heaven, this strongest aura belonging to the Demon Realm, even if they are far away, they can still feel it.

For a while, there were suddenly countless running figures on the snow, and their goal was extremely obvious.

Temple.

A middle-aged man who was sitting on the quaint throne and resting slightly moved his body slightly, and then opened his deep eyes and looked into the distance.

"Hall Master!"

The man who had been paying attention to everything around him noticed the change in the man in the seat and said respectfully.

The corners of the temple master's mouth were slightly raised, and he said slowly: "It's his breath, but it's not him." ”

Hearing this, the man looked shocked and said, "Then we..."

The hall master of the temple smiled slightly and said, "Wouldn't it be better to open one eye and close one eye?"

"But..."

"There are a lot of things that we can't change, so let's be a wait-and-see for the time being, maybe someone will appear. As he spoke, there was a hint of depression in his eyes, and then he continued to take a slight rest.

The man was stunned and had to step back.

The dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth again, and then the huge Demon Dragon Phantom Dragon's head turned around, and it suddenly rushed towards Mo Zihan on the ground.

Due to the extremely fast speed of the demon dragon, Mo Zihan at this time seemed to be wrapped in a purple pillar of light with a diameter of several meters.

In just a few seconds, the pillar of light disappeared, revealing the ink purple Han within.

Zhu Ke swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help but worry: "Will this movement be too big?"

Wu Ji shouted in a low voice: "Knowing the danger, why don't you recover quickly? As soon as he is defeated, we will leave here immediately!"

Everyone knew that he was Minghua as Wu Ji was talking about, because in their impression, Mo Zihan had never lost in the same level of strength!

Not to mention that there is a two-level gap between the two.

...

Han Lei looked at the purple that lit up in the direction when he came, and frowned, "It's Tian Yuan's breath, could it be her?"

In his mind, Wu Ji and the three of them were naturally not Minghua's opponents, and this aura did not belong to them.

It seems that there is only Mo Zihan.

But what kind of Tianyuan is it, he can clearly feel it from a distance of hundreds of miles.

After pondering for a moment, Han Lei no longer hesitated, now that he had made a decision, there was nothing to worry about.

Thinking of this, Han Lei took a deep breath and patted his leg. Then he stomped his right foot and shot out.

The successive roars rang out again, and the roar of the beast from before was mixed with it again.

It's just that this time the difference is that there is more than Han Lei who appears in the vast snow.

Like an avalanche, snow and ice stir up layers of snow on the ground.

Vaguely, it can be seen that there are dozens of fierce beasts among them, and they are still increasing.

Han Lei, who seemed to have a feeling, couldn't help but look back, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this look suddenly startled him.

What's going on? Where did this beast tide come from?

Undoubtedly, this should be asked of himself.

The previous roar not only broke the silence of the night, but also woke up countless resting beasts.

There was no one and no two, so when Han Lei ran again, they couldn't bear it anymore.

In just a moment, the number of fierce beasts behind Han Lei was as high as a hundred, which just reached the standard of a primary beast tide.

"It's really a wave of unsettled!"

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