Mo Han walked out of the secret room, stood quietly and waited for the secret room door to close, turned around and bowed to the secret room, took a man and walked out with his leather mask.

Han Jingdao was ready to walk back and forth anxiously. When he saw Mo Han walk out of the stone gate, he strode forward and asked, "Old Master, please give me what Mr. Shanglong asked me to hand over."

"Mr. Shanglong's natal dragon seal?" Mo Han asked.

Han Jingdao was stunned. He didn't expect that Mr. Shanglong would tell Mo Han about such an important thing, and he was more convinced that the things were on Mo Han. He begged again: "Please ask the alchemist to give me some."

Mo Han smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Mo Han put his right hand close to the wide sleeve of his left hand and quickly summoned the fire spirit talisman.

One

Two

Three

Four roads

Stacked layer by layer, attached to the palm.

"The Envoy of the Palace will follow."

Then he raised his arms and raised his strength to hit Han Jingdao's chest with lightning speed.

Han Jingdao instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest, his eyes widened, and before he could speak, he could only hear a "click" sound, and his arms were shattered.

Four stacked fire spirit talismans hit his chest firmly, and the flames rolled, and the powerful air waves shocked the four black-robed masters hit the stone walls on both sides.

Han Jingdao's body flew backwards several feet like a bow, and slammed on the wall with a "bang" and slid to the ground.

Mo Han held the zhangtian ruler in his hand and poured the condensed fire into the zhangtian ruler. The flame tongue more than one meter long made a squeak.

Before the four black-robed masters could react, Mo Han's figure flashed in ghosts, and after four wails, eight corpses were scattered on the ground.

‘Cough cough...’

Han Jingdao struggled to hold the ground and raised his head. The blood in his mouth flowed, his face turned pale and his eyes rolled up, and his body trembled and he had no ability to resist.

Not to mention the strong man in the middle level of the Yellow Level, even the strong man in the high level of the Yellow Level will be seriously injured when he is photographed by Mo Han's four fire spirit talismans stacked together.

Han Jingdao grinded his teeth and trembled with his words: "You, who are you?"

Mo Han asked with a cold look, "Do you still remember the fire from the Mo clan a few months ago?"

Han Jingdao was shocked when he saw his eyes with double pupils. Before, he felt something was wrong when he saw Wang Zhongsheng having double pupils, but he didn't expect that he would...

"How, maybe!" Han Jingdao said unwillingly.

"snort!"

Mo Han pressed Han Jingdao's neck with the ejected flame tongue. Han Jingdao's clothes and neck began to be burned by the high temperature around the flame tongue. His resentment towards him turned into a backbone that was unwilling to surrender without dodging at all.

He hated himself for why he didn't bear Mo Han that night. He thought Mo Han would die if he jumped off the cliff, but he didn't expect that a waste who could be killed with one palm would have such strong strength in just a few months.

"Where is the left?" Mo Han asked.

Han Jingdao did not answer Mo Han's words, and he seemed to understand a question and asked: "Fengtianlu?!"

Before Han Jingdao finished speaking, his tongue of fire flashed by and his head rolled to the ground.

‘Crazy...’

Nine black iron fence gates slowly rose, and Mo Han walked towards the prison.

The sound of iron chains echoed in the wide passage leading to the prison gate. Ye Yan appeared in the middle of the passage in black and watched Mo Han walk towards her, her gem green eyes were deep and charming.

She saw Mo Han’s heavy steps showing a sad face and asked, “Grandpa…”

Mo Han lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, grandpa is gone."

Ye Yan raised her head, tears in her eyes

The socket trembled, took a heavy breath and vomited it out, saying, "When I was a child, he hugged me in the Night Clan, and I even pulled his beard. I thought..."

There were "bangs" sounds of the prison door opening in the passage, and then people wearing gray and white prison uniforms walked out of the prison cell. Their strength was also the ninth statute of entry, and the tall ones were the middle level of the yellow level. The tall ones were different in shapes, and each of them exuded a strong aura.

These people did not move any more after seeing Ye Ling and Mo Han, as if they were listening to their instructions.

Ye Ling glanced at these people and said, "These are all people detained by the Youdian Palace and can be used by the ghost clan."

It seems that Mr. Shanglong's words are true. Ye Yan gathered so many yellow-level masters, how could she suppress the hatred in her heart?

Mo Han pulled Ye Yan's hand and said, "Let's go out."

Ye Ling's face turned red and she nodded shyly, Sui Mohan wanted to walk to the prison gate.

After Mo Han and all the detained people walked out of prison, the prison gate slowly closed.

Jian Chen, Shuijing Tianhe Ghost Clan everyone was concentrated outside the prison. The black-robed masters and scale guards who had guarded the prison Dragon Prison were all buried on the ground, and they all looked blood-red at first glance.

Mo Han turned around and looked up at the three big words "Prison Dragon Prison". He flipped his palm and condensed a white and sharp sword energy talisman and shot at the three words "Prison Dragon Prison".

He controlled the sword energy talisman to erase the three words and then carve them again. The stones fell down, and three iron-painted silver hooks with a powerful character "Shanglong Tomb".

After seeing these three words, everyone knelt on the ground and observed a deep and silent sentence.

At this time, the Ghost Clan and the masters imprisoned in prison have far surpassed the Eight Great Halls of Your Highness You. Facing the Lord of You Hall Zuo Ying and Deputy Lord of You Hall, it is probably not enough.

"Grandpa said that we were preparing a big show for us, why didn't the show start yet?" Mo Han murmured to himself as he looked at the blue sky.

When Ye Ling heard Mo Han's words, she raised her head and looked at the sky. She also knew that Zuo Ying should have appeared.

Everyone didn't understand why the two looked up at the sky, and they looked at the sky with curiosity. They only saw that there was nothing but a white cloud or a sun in the square blue sky cut from the towering city wall, and they all began to wonder.

"Here you come." Mo Han said.

A piece of rolling black mist appeared in the sky inside the city wall, and appeared in the sky in a few moments later.

Then more than a dozen black-robed masters flashed out of the black fog, some standing on the city wall, some standing on the attic, surrounding Mo Han and others. These black-robed masters are the strongest strength of the Youdian Palace, and they are all above the middle level of the Yellow Level.

Only Mo Han can fight against the middle-level masters of the Yellow-level middle-level masters by himself. Even Jian Chen and Water Realm Tian also have to join forces with Ye Ling to fight with the middle-level master of the Yellow-level middle-level master. As for the people in the middle-level ghost clan, the first-level ghost clan have almost no ability to fight with them.

After these people appeared, the ghost clan people returned to calm down after a few panic shouts, holding sharp blades tightly to prepare for battle. They were all people who came out all the way, and they were used to life and death, and they also looked down on life and death. Even if the opponent was very strong, so what!

Mo Han looked up at the black fog floating in the air, and his breath sank in Dantian and said in a deep voice: "Master of Youdian Palace, Zuo Ying?"

"Hahaha..."

A sharp and harsh sound came from the lingering black mist, echoing in the sky for a long time before the lingering sound dissipated.

"Who are you?" Zuo Ying asked.

Mo Han ignored it and smiled and said, "The eight halls under the Youth Palace, no, they should be nine halls. They have all been wiped out. You have just turned your head and mind and appeared. Don't you feel it's too late?"

Zuo Ying was covered by black fog and couldn't see clearly, and only heard a voice coming out and said: "

Who you are no longer important, you are going to die anyway. If you don’t abandon these chess pieces, will the remnants of the Night Clan appear? And will your young master of the Bing Sect appear? Hahaha!"

"So you knew it a long time ago?" Mo Han asked.

"Kill the prince, killed the people from the Ten Old House, and killed Zhou Yang, Zhou Qing Yan Feng Yan Feng Yan Yun. Do you think the people of the royal family will give up? Joke! Don't think you are the remnant of the Mo clan Mo Han! You are all going to die! Hahaha..." Zuo Ying's words seemed to be executing an order.

Mo Han was curious about how Zuo Ying knew the identities of the three of them, and then thought about it carefully. Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian took action. Zuo Ying's spy was not good enough to guess the identities of the two of them based on the news. What's more, their skills are so special. It would be easier to think of them when they contacted them.

Since this is the case, there is no need to hide it.

Mo Han was burning with anger, pointing at Zuo Ying and wishing to burn him to ashes with fire, and said, "Zuo Ying, today I will let you go to hell to atone for the fire of the Mo clan!"

"Hahahahaha" Zuo Ying laughed and said, "Mo Han, I let you escape a few months ago, but you can't escape this time. Do you think you are the only ones who can stop me? A joke!"

After Zuo Ying asked about his identity, he no longer talked nonsense to Mo Han and no longer gave Mo Han any chance to escape.

"Summoning Death!"

Zuo Ying roared sharply, and a tragic ghost scream that made the soul tremble in the black fog. Then a white skull condensed with energy made a creepy scream that made people shudder and drove its long tail to Mo Han and others.

After hearing the sharp screams, people with weaker strength knelt on the ground and supported their bodies with their arms and bleeding.

Mo Han and others were also shocked and their blood was churned, enduring the pain and their faces were distorted.

Shuijing Tianhe Jianchen flashed to Mo Han's side, and the colorful light of the colorful exquisite tower suddenly appeared, a blue ice snarled into a long dragon and roared out.

Jian Chen shouted loudly and pushed his palms, and countless green sword energy rushed towards the white skeleton like a galloping meteor.

Mo Han knew that in front of the Xuan-level king, the people in the Huang-level were unable to resist.

Ye Yan saw the white skeleton coming quickly, and the powerful energy pressure was almost suffocating. She gritted her teeth and was about to fly, but Mo Han pulled her down.

As the skeleton had already flown to the height of several floors of the attic, everyone thought they were going to die, and only Mo Han believed what Mr. Shanglong said. This was a big show, they just needed to watch it.

Suddenly, a white sword energy surged into the sky, directly hitting the white skeleton and shattered it. The sound was like thunder, and the earth on the city walls were shaking.

A man in white appeared, holding a long sword in his hand and pointed to the sky. An energy cover appeared to cover everyone and was isolated from the violent energy.

Mo Han saw that the man in white was very unfamiliar, so he just stared at Zuo Ying without moving.

Immediately afterwards, the black-robed yellow-level masters surrounding Mo Han and others were killed by the white sword energy, and white shadows slowly appeared.

"People from the Infinite Realm! Master!"

Mo Han, Jian Chen and Shui Jingtian shouted out in unison. Only Master Chen could mobilize these Wuliang Realm masters in white clothes, and they were all Xuan-level!

"Infinite Realm!" Zuo Ying screamed in horror. He never thought that the people in Infinite Realm would interfere.

How could he deal with these people in white clothes alone? The black fog suddenly became even thicker, and he turned around and wanted to run south. Because south was the sphere of influence of the Bloodthirsty Sect, people from the Infinite Realm could not chase him into the territory of the Bloodthirsty Sect.

"You Palace dares to attack the Mo clan, and will be killed by the infinite world blood! Be obediently and die!"

Le Chen's voice came from the air, and then a sword energy from broken mountains and rivers tore through the space and crashed towards Zuo Ying.
Chapter completed!