Han Mo said unhappyly to Nalan Suxiang's eyes, and said angrily: "Stop saying such things, since that's the case, let's go."
Nalan Suxiang nodded and pulled Han Mo forward with a firm expression, as if proving that she did not regret at all.
The two of them went straight to the depths of the Demon Valley, but strangely they did not find the figure of the man in black again, as if they had never appeared at all.
"Strange, don't they want to catch me?" Han Mo murmured in confusion, his eyes swept around him sharply, and after a while, he still didn't notice anything unusual.
Finally, Han Mo still felt something was wrong, why did Nalan Suxiang, who had been behind for so long, not respond to him at all?
Feeling strange, Han Mo suddenly turned around and saw that there was no Nalan Suxiang behind him.
Han Mo couldn't help but panic. He knew that Nalan Suxiang would definitely not have left. Since she was not leaving, she was arrested.
"Damn it, what happened?" Han Mo didn't even think about it and quickly returned. He could capture Nalan Suxiang without knowing it. The strength of the visitor was at least above the Martial Emperor. It was either Wu Zun or Wu Saint. Anyway, it wouldn't be Wu Emperor. Ao Feng believed that he didn't have the capital to let such a perverted person take action.
But just as Han Mo turned around, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly. The lush forest turned into an endless sea of fire, and the surroundings were full of flames.
"Why...what is going on?" Han Mo took a few steps back with horror, and found that there was a cliff behind him, and the flames were forcing him.
"This feeling..." Han Mo's eyes gradually became gloomy. Although he knew that this must be an illusion, the feeling this illusion gave him was so familiar.
"Is this the feeling of Yanwu's bloodline?" Han Mo was suddenly shocked and looked at the wave of flames in disbelief. The feeling coming from the wave was consistent with the bloodline flowing in his body.
"Child, I've finally waited for you."
Just when Han Mo was confused, an empty and lonely voice came out of the flames. Han Mo subconsciously responded: "Who are you?"
After saying that, Han Mo realized that what he had existed was just hallucinations, and everything should not be real.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that we all have the same physique." After saying the mysterious voice, the voice was silent for a while, and then said for a long time: "Do you feel that you exist in an illusion? So everything is not true and you can't die?"
"What about that?" Han Mo asked back.
"A child is just a child after all." A mysterious voice exuded a sense of disappointment, and he said lightly: "If it is an illusion, you should be completely immersed in it now, rather than realizing that you are in an illusion so quickly."
Han Mo was shocked when he heard this. What the other party said was indeed very reasonable. If it was an illusion, it should have more or less affected his consciousness, but the consciousness just now had no feeling that it was affected.
"Who are you?" If it's not an illusion, then the other party should be a spiritual creature.
"Am I? Well, you may not know it after saying it, but there is a title, I must have heard of it."
"What title?" Han Mo asked.
"Yan Emperor."
Han Mo's face changed by these two simple words. He looked at the wave of flames in disbelief and said in horror: "Do you say you are Emperor Yanwu?"
"Why? Don't believe it?"
A joke came from the opposite side, and Han Mo frowned slightly when he heard this.
"How do you tell me to believe it?" Han Mo said jokingly. Suddenly, someone suddenly came out and told himself that he was the Emperor Yanwu who had passed away for many years. To be honest, it was already considered polite to Han Mo not hit him.
Born with Yanwu's constitution, Emperor Yanwu can be said to be his ancestor, senior, how could he be so insulted?
"Child, I don't have much time. This time I'm not talking to you, but just a soul consciousness. It can only last for a few hours at most. After a few hours, I will be scattered."
Han Mo could not help but wonder when he heard the vicissitudes of the other party's tone.
"Since you have soul consciousness, then remove the flames and let me see your true face." Han Mo said as he put his hands on his hips, not realizing the slightest danger.
After Han Mo finished speaking, the flame suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The one who appeared in front of him was really a white-haired old man. His white robe swayed in the wind, looking full of the meaning of a fairy-like trait.
"You're satisfied now?" the old man asked pale and lightly at Han Mo. His face looked pale, as if it was covered with lime, so white that it was scary.
Han Mo couldn't help swallowing his throat and said suspiciously: "Are you sure you are Emperor Yanwu?"
"Hmph, boy, I rarely come out to see you with my last chance. You just kept questioning me?"
"That's not, but you have to prove something, otherwise I can't convince myself." Han Mo looked at the old man and said meaningfully, and he had already determined that this guy must be in the same group as the man in black and was fully prepared. Whenever there was a strange phenomenon later, he would take the initiative.
"The Emperor Yanwu" looked at Han Mo and sighed deeply, then waved his right hand, and the blood power that was silent in Han Mo's body suddenly burst out, and then it seemed as if it was about to break out of the body.
"What's going on? What did you do?" Han Mo's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground and adjusted his breathing.
But no matter how Han Mo regulates his breathing, the blood power in his body was at all unobedient and riotous, which was almost at a level that Han Mo could not bear.
"You can believe it now? Humph, your bloodline power itself comes from this emperor. If you weren't for being contaminated with this emperor's blood, you wouldn't have done this way today."
Han Mo was shocked again when he heard this and looked at the old man in disbelief.
When the old man saw Han Mo's face look painful, he waved his hand again, and the pain in Han Mo's body instantly disappeared. Han Mo's face, who had lost the pain, quickly recovered and looked at the old man with fear.
"Who are you?" Han Mo said, turning his right hand, and the long sword had flashed out, looking at the old man with a vigilant face. Although he knew that he had no chance of winning, if there was still such a situation just now, Han Mo had to fight back with all his strength, otherwise his threat would be even greater.
"I have already said, why do you need to ask again? I didn't want to disclose my own information, but in order to keep the spiritual consciousness alive, I can only give you the strength."
Han Mo was stunned again when he heard this, and looked at the old man with a surprised expression and said, "You want to impart your strength to me?"
"Do you have an opinion? Of course, it's useless to have an opinion. I never need to ask anyone else about what I plan to do." After saying that, the old man flashed and disappeared in an instant. Han Mo suddenly had a headache in his head, and he felt something suddenly in his head, which was so swelling.