The young man surnamed Mo roared, his speed was too fast, like a meteor coming towards him, but his spear just pierced the darkness, piercing the void.

His eyes were sinister and filled with physical pain. When he looked at the place where the golden jade plate disappeared just now, he was ignited by endless anger. The fire was so fierce that it seemed to burn the heavens!

That's his barren blood.

It was a treasure promised to be given to the beloved in my heart, but it was lost like this.

Moreover, it is really difficult to kill through the eighteenth floor, with countless obstacles. If he were not strong enough, he would definitely fall on the way forward. Otherwise, it would be impossible for only one or two people in tens of thousands of years to take away the blood of the Desolate Man.

He had already obtained it, but he missed it and was easily taken away by the person he wanted to kill.

Moreover, the enemy's words were too harsh, and he bluntly said that this was the price he paid for inviting a fight and losing.

"Lin Fan! I, Mo Wentian, will kill you!"

A roar caused the void to collapse, and Lin Fan felt that the abyss was shaking.

Lin Fan had heard too many such so-called death declarations, at least hundreds of times, and just smiled slightly before entering the sixth level.

The rolling yellow water flows eastward. I don’t know where it starts or where it goes.

After arriving at this level, Lin Fan clearly felt that the number of treasure hunters had dropped sharply, and few human traces could be found here.

In fact, as you go down layer by layer, the number of people is gradually decreasing, and it is not as dense as the first and second floors.

I don’t know what I will encounter on this level.

The yellow yellow current surges, and it doesn't stop flowing for thousands of miles?

Inside, the waves are rolling, the rapids are unstoppable, and they can easily shake mountains and demolish cities, etc., but they are silent, just like the river is just painted by a skilled painter and framed in a picture.

This feeling is suffocating. You can clearly see the waves sweeping across the sky, but it is deathly silent.

This made Lin Fan frown. It was very evil and weird. There was no sound in such a fast river. This was so unreasonable.

Go forward——

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering earthquake sounded, and Lin Fan was immediately alert, his whole body tensing up, like a cheetah about to prey, thinking that a big crisis was approaching and something terrible would break out at this moment.

But soon, Lin Fan discovered that the thunderous sound was not from the so-called great evil, but from the roar of the river. It could only be heard when approaching a certain critical point.

"How could this be?"

Lin Fan frowned and took a few steps back. The sound in his soul was gone, as if thunder exploded in the sky. He once again experienced the silent silence.

However, when he stepped forward, a loud sound suddenly penetrated into his ears.

All this is so strange and extraordinary that it is unbelievable and cannot be explained at all.

Galloping along the river, he wanted to find the source, but half an hour later, Lin Fan returned to the same place!

The beginning is also the end, just like reincarnation.

Lin Fan was most sensitive to the word reincarnation. When these two words appeared in his mind, he frowned tightly.

Approaching the roaring yellow river, Lin Fan felt dizzy for a while. The river was very yellow and exuded the fluctuations of reincarnation and afterlife. In addition, there was an evil aura that made people feel disgusted and wished they could get away quickly.

"I finally saw the real Huangquan water today."

At this time, a cold and stern voice appeared behind Lin Fan, and the person who spoke was naturally Mo Wentian.

He came, dragging a bright yellow spear, and came towards Lin Fan step by step. His murderous aura was so strong that he raised his spear straight and pointed at Lin Fan's vest: "Hand over the blood of the barren man, and I will allow you to die."

Lin Fan ignored him.

The main thing is that after he carefully comprehended this place, he actually sensed a vitality connected by blood, as if his close relatives had been buried here, leaving behind the aura of their deceased relatives. Sadness came from his heart. This was uncontrollable and involuntary.

Hot tears rolled down.

"I am talking to you, don't you hear me?"

Mo Wentian shouted fiercely, and he came towards Lin Fan, his spear whimpering like a poisonous dragon, trying to pierce through Lin Fan's chest and kill him to death.

"roll!"

Lin Fan's eyes were sharp and he was roaring. He didn't even look back and just punched out.

Mo Wentian's kill was useless.

The sadness in his heart became more intense. With a long roar, Lin Fan started galloping along the long yellow river again, but half an hour later, he returned to the far point again.

"It's ridiculous. Do you want to find the source? Countless outstanding people have done this for hundreds of millions of years, but this is yellow spring water, and the end is also the starting point. What can you find?" Mo Wentian smiled grimly.

"Shut up."

Lin Fan scolded, and at this moment, he quickly retreated three thousand feet, because the ground he stood on suddenly exploded, and the loose soil rolled up, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Appeared, this is a huge stone tablet, which is sad, with two huge and ancient fonts - Huangquan.

On the stone tablet, you can vaguely see some very ancient patterns, which are engraved with the wind and frost of the years, and the ancient relics are mottled. You can tell at a glance that it has gone through endless years.

"Higanbana?"

Lin Fan screamed!

He could see some patterns that had been almost completely eroded by the years. They were strange flowers from the other side of the world. They were very vivid. If he stared carefully, they seemed to be able to suck in the soul of people.

The most important thing is that this flower from the other side is so familiar, so similar to the mark between Xiao Nuo's eyebrows, exactly the same, as if carved from the same mold.

"What are you howling about?"

Mo Wentian scolded angrily and said coldly: "The road ahead has come to an end. Depending on your level and my level, we can only reach this level. If you dare to go down, you will definitely die violently. This is where life and death have been decided."

He took up his stance with a solemn expression, waiting for Lin Fan's response.

But Lin Fan ignored him.

Lin Fan knew how to get that aura that felt like he was burying his loved ones.

Moreover, the guess in my heart is already certain.

Xiao Nuo must be the reincarnation of the Great God of Samsara. Even if he is not the reincarnation of the Great God of Samsara, he must have a lot to do with it!

"There is Huangquan, but why is there no Naihe Bridge, why is there no Kuwang Xiangtai, etc.? Where have they all gone?"

Lin Fan fell into his own world, completely ignoring Mo Wentian and paying no attention to him.

"ah……"

Don't ask about the weather and it will cause smoke.

He felt that he had never met someone who wanted to be killed like Lin Fan in his life.

How dare you look down on him like this, or even ignore him.

who is he?

The monster of the Mo family.

Even though he had only lost three moves in Fengdu's hands, and he had just stepped onto the sixth floor of the pagoda, he was definitely standing at the pinnacle of the holy level, and he was definitely the top level monster in the world.

Who dares to underestimate him?

But Lin Fan just turned his back to him, immersed in his own world.

If you cannot tolerate it, you will be killed!

He made a move, and after roaring, the light of rules bloomed, like rounds of scorching sun rising from his body, illuminating thousands of brilliance.
Chapter completed!