Mo Han calmed down his breath, took off his mask, pushed the cloak behind his back, and knocked on the door: "Don't be afraid, I am Mo Han, the disciple of the Stegosaurus. Mr. Ye is waiting for you at home, and now I will pick you up."

The crying in the house disappeared and became very quiet.

Mo Han was not in a hurry to push the door open. He was giving them time to react and mental preparation.

"Stebranch dragon? Is the brother that my father often mentions?" the woman asked.

"Yes, yes, even the people in the village don't know the name of Brother Stegosaurus, that's right!" the man said in surprise.

The wooden door creaked open, Mo Han put the Ghost King mask behind him, and smiled and said hello to the two of them: "My name is Mo Han. My master Sword Dragon heard that there was trouble at home, so let's resolve it."

The moonlight was clear, and Mo Han saw the man's thick eyebrows and big eyes, because of sorrow. He had a strong body and was wearing brown coarse cloth clothes, giving people a sense of solidity and stability.

The woman did not modify her makeup much, her eyebrows swept across her face, and her tears flashed like a lake, her lips, silver teeth, and her chin was round, and her eyes were filled with some unusual decisiveness and virtuousness. Although she was a village woman, she had the tenderness of a pear blossom with rain.

Mo Han felt that Xiaoyi looked more like his mother.

"Are you here to save us?" Xiao Yi's father asked half-believingly.

"Well, it scares you. Do you have anything to bring? Let's send you away." Mo Han nodded and responded.

Xiao Yi's mother said gratefully: "Thank you guys," she hurriedly turned around and took back a package from a bed with only wooden boards, and asked nervously: "But, there are so many guards, how can we go?"

Mo Han kept a smile, making the two of them less worried, and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I have my own way."

Xiaoyi’s parents are of the same generation as his master, and Mo Han feels that he should be honored as his uncle and aunt.

Xiao Yi's mother felt much more relieved when she heard Mo Han call her aunt, and she smiled a little more on her face, saying, "I'm working hard."

They felt unprecedented peace of mind from Mo Han's smile. Since he could come in smoothly, I believe that the young man in front of him would take them out of Shuntian.

As soon as the two of them left the room, they saw the two guards slumped at their feet, and the blood spread on the ground reflected the moonlight and the red color.

Xiao Yi's father was frightened and hurriedly raised his foot. Xiao Yi's mother grabbed him and signaled to whisper.

Mo Han glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "It's not a problem."

Mo Han whistled, and the golden-winged roc spread its wings and glided.

"Auntie, forgive me!" Mo Han held their waists on the left and right, jumped onto the wall, and then jumped onto the back of the golden-winged roc.

The golden-winged roc rushed upwards and climbed up to the sky.

"Who! Someone has broken in there!" For a moment, Shuntiantang inner courtyard was panicked.

Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian saw that they were saved and knew that the blood swamp was about to begin.

Xiao Yi’s parents had seen flying beasts, but they had never taken a flying beast. They were afraid of falling down and hugging each other and squatted together. Seeing the Shuntian Hall compound below, they finally escaped from the cage. In addition to being surprised, they hugged their heads and cried.

Xiao Yi's mother wiped away her tears with her sleeves and sobbed: "Thank you for saving our family!"

Seeing that she was about to kneel down, Mo Han hurriedly squatted down and straightened her body. He said embarrassedly: "Auntie, this is breaking my life. Don't be a family. Let the flying beast send you back first, and we will destroy Shuntiantang!"

She was not like an ordinary village woman, who knew some etiquette and kindness. Mo Han was afraid that she would say something grateful or make a gesture of gratitude, so she hurriedly flew up and down from the Golden-winged Roc.

Mo Han landed on the top of the main hall of Shuntian Hall, standing on a high stone sculpture dragon head. He looked at the golden-winged roc flying towards the Maple Leaf Village, and they will soon be home.

Looking down at the people from Shuntiantang surrounding them, some masters began to jump up and kill Mo Han.

Mo Han put on the ghost king mask, looking down at the downward eyes, like the death contempt of the god of death. He raised his head, and a devilish roar came out: "Kill!"

He shook his arms, and eight ten-meter-high fire spirit talismans were surrounded by them. The violent energy of the hot flames instantly wiped out the group of masters who had just rushed up.

Mo Han smashed eight fire spirit talismans into the inner courtyard and hall of the Qian clan, and a loud bang shock, and the heavenly heaven instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Crying and tragic howlings kept coming in the fire. At this moment, this place looked like the world and hell.

Mo Han stood motionless. There was water world in the front door and Jian Chen in the back door. He believed that even flying insects could not fly out. He stood at the highest point and waited for the rabbit, and the one who was waiting for the Lord of Shuntian Hall Qian Hai.

Qian Hai did not show up for a long time, and Shuntian began to escape towards the front and back doors. They all thought that Mo Han was the Ghost King coming to harvest their lives. It was like a devil chasing him behind his back. Without dignity and status, he ran away desperately and trampled on him, just trying to escape from the gate and escape from the Ghost King's devil's claws.

The guards at the back door saw the fires rising into the sky and heard horrified shouts, and they were all confused. They didn't know whether to go in to rescue or guard the door.

Jian Chen flew down from the gate tower, and his back was motionless to the guard.

"Who are you!"

The guards saw Jian Chen appearing like a ghost, and they were frightened and took a few steps back, pulling out the sharp blade and crossing it in front of them.

Jian Chen turned around, revealing the face of the Ghost King, and made a low voice from under the mask: "Kill your people!"

They were so scared that they were pale in their bodies and shouted: "Ghost!"

The guards turned around and ran into the gate. They heard a dragon roar, and green light swords flashed like the fire of the underworld. More than a dozen guards screamed and their limbs were separated before they could even scream.

Jian Chen rushed into the gate and transformed into thousands of sword energy like flying rain, ruthlessly killing the people of Shuntiantang who had escaped.

At this moment, he truly understood Mo Han's heart. Hate was like a knife that had cut the heart away from pain and was already numb. Killing was not about seeking pleasure, but was a little heavy or even a little depressed. This kind of heaviness was like the more mud and sand in the rivers and seas, and finally the changes of the world changed, the deep sea troughs turned into towering mountains. There was no joy and sorrow in my heart, right and wrong, good and evil.

The only thing that can judge everything is the butcher's knife. A thought of Xiaoren may cause a great disaster. Killing is also redemption.

The moment the water world flew down from the front door, the blue ice blade pierced the air and flew out, and rows of guards fell to the ground. Without taking a look, he turned around and walked into the gate, and turned his hands to turn the colorful exquisite tower appeared, and the ice crystals sealed the gate.

"Storm of Heaven! Frozen for thousands of miles!"

The water world has decisive methods and directly uses his unique skills. Ice skates swept through like snow in the sky, and rows of people running towards him fell to the ground.

Large areas of people were frozen, and the water world stretched out the hand of death coldly, and with a force, the ice crystals exploded, and the red flesh and blood were wrapped in the ice crystals and shining under the moonlight.

There is a seed of hatred in Shuijingtian's heart. He has seen too many killings and has long been numb to the blood flowing into the river. In his heart, there is only his own clan and his relatives. If someone wants to hurt them, no matter who it is, he will have to pay more blood.

Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian came from both sides, leaving no living mouths wherever they passed.

Mo Han threw out ten copper corpses and killed His Highness's guards. The copper corpses entered the flock of sheep like wolves and slaughtered them, wailing and screaming endlessly. But Qian Hai did not appear.

"Hide it?"

If the guard was telling it true, then Qian Hai must still be in Shuntian. Although he has the strength of the first stage of the Yellow Level Realm, even if Mo Han doesn't pay attention to him mingling in the crowd and fleeing, he can't escape the interception of Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian.

What surprised Mo Han was that Qian Hai was so tolerant that Shun Tiantang was almost killed, but he hid without showing up. Even the slightest bloody person had already rushed up to fight to the death, even if he was facing ghosts or gods!

Such people are so cruel to their own people, and even cold-blooded and ruthless to outsiders. In the world, he may only care about himself, or what he cares about is rights, wealth or beauty that is more important than his life?

Such a person staying in the world is a cancer of darkness. Therefore, Qian Hai will die!

Jian Chen, Shuijing Tian and ten bronze corpses surrounded the few people. They were crowded with lambs to be slaughtered in a group of fear.

They had no ability to resist the killing of Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian. The sharp blade slashed the bronze corpse but could not hurt them at all. The copper corpse's hideous face and invulnerable strength made him believe that what was in front of him was the evil ghost from hell, not the human!

The fire in Shuntian Heaven soared into the sky, and after a scream, he calmed down. The corpses were covered with blood stained the plants and trees, and the walls were covered with blood and flashing with fire.

If this stalemate continues, someone may come. It is better to solve it as soon as possible to avoid affecting the subsequent plans.

Mo Han flew down from the top of the hall, pointed to the cringing crowd and asked, "Who is Qian Dun!"

"ah!"

A terrified voice came from the crowd. Mo Han glanced at the crowd lying on the ground and saw a man with disheveled hair, kneeling on the ground and burying his face with his hands. This sound was exactly what he said.

He felt that Mo Han had buried his head tighter and trembled even harder, and he murmured: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me..."

"Who is Qian Dun!" Mo Han let out a low growl again.

"ah!"

The man was kicked down by the person beside him and rolled out of the crowd.

They don't want to be implicated by Qian Dun, and hope that these devils can spare their lives after killing Qian Dun.

Although Qian Dun had cruel and evil methods, the identity of the young master of Shuntian was no longer deterrent to them at this time. Compared to loyalty for interests, they hoped to betray them more.

Mo Han shook his hand and the Grim Reaper's sickle appeared in his hand. The hilt of the sickle was placed on Qian Dun's neck, and the sickle blade was pressed against his neck. Mo Han pulled the sickle, and Qian Dun's head was about to roll to the ground.

Qian Dun felt like he was surrounded by ice. The cold light on the death scythe made his pores tight and his hair stood up. He even controlled his trembling, for fear of touching the blade of the death scythe.

"Death Scythe, black cloak, ghost face, hoarse and low voice..." Qian Dun really believed that they were ghosts.

"You're going to get Qiandun?" Mo Han asked.

Qian Dun nodded when he heard the call of Death, with a very small amplitude, as if his body was shaking, causing his head to tremble.

"Qian Dun stays and kills!"

With Mo Han's order, ten bronze corpses roared and attacked at the same time, and the steel knife ruthlessly slashed and slashed among the crowd. Soon, the horror cries disappeared, leaving only Qian Dun rolling all over the ground with his head in his arms. His white underwear was stained with blood, and his shouting was full of energy, and he had reached the edge of collapse.

He didn't hear any more noises, and raised his head and looked dull, as if he was already crazy.

"Ghost? The ghost is gone? Haha, haha..." Qian Dun pointed around, tilting his head and staring blankly.
Chapter completed!