Legend of Yan Wu

Hearing the words, Han Mo gave Nalan Suxiang an angry look, and said angrily, "Don't say such things, since this is the case, let's go."

Nalan Suxiang nodded, and pulled Han Mo forward with a resolute expression, as if to prove that she had no regrets at all.

The two went straight to the depths of the Devil's Valley, but the strange thing was that they didn't find the figure of the man in black again, as if they had never appeared at all.

"Strange, don't they want to arrest me?" Han Mo murmured in puzzlement, scanning the surroundings sharply, and still didn't notice anything unusual after a long while.

Finally, Han Mo still felt something was wrong, why Nalan Suxiang, who was behind him for so long, didn't respond to him at all.

Feeling strange, Han Mo turned around suddenly, only to see that there was nothing behind him, and there was no figure of Nalan Suxiang at all.

Han Mo couldn't help panicking, he knew that Nalan Suxiang would definitely not leave, if he didn't leave, then he was taken away.

"Damn it, what happened?" Han Mo quickly turned back without even thinking about it. He was able to capture Nalan Suxiang away by his side without anyone noticing. Zun Na is the Martial Saint, anyway, it's not the Emperor Wu, Ao Feng thinks that he doesn't have the capital to let someone with such abnormal strength go out.

But the moment Han Mo turned around, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. The originally lush forest turned into a boundless sea of ​​flames, and the surroundings were filled with surging flames.

"What... what's going on?" Han Mo took a few steps back in horror, and found that there was a cliff behind him, and the flames were pressing towards him.

"This feeling..." Han Mo's eyes gradually became gloomy. Although he knew it must be an illusion, the feeling of this illusion was so familiar to him.

"Is this the feeling of Yanwu's blood?" Han Mo was startled suddenly, looking at the wave of flames in front of him in disbelief, the feeling in the wave was actually the same as the blood flowing in his body.

"Son, I'm finally waiting for you."

Just when Han Mo was at a loss, an empty and lonely voice came from the flames, and Han Mo subconsciously responded, "Who are you?"

After finishing speaking, Han Mo realized that his existence was only an illusion, and everything should not be real.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that we all have the same physique." After the mysterious voice finished speaking, the voice was silent for a while, and then continued after a long time: "Do you feel that you exist in an illusion? So everything is not real Yes, you can't die either?"

"Otherwise?" Han Mo asked back.

"A child is just a child after all." The mysterious voice revealed a sense of disappointment, and said lightly: "If it is an illusion, you should be completely immersed in it now, instead of realizing that you are in an illusion so quickly. "

Han Mo was shocked when he heard the words. What the other party said was indeed very reasonable. If it was an illusion, it should affect his consciousness more or less, but just now he didn't feel that his consciousness was affected at all.

"Then who are you?" If it's not a hallucination, then the other party should also be a living creature.

"Me? Well, maybe you don't know it, but there is a title, and you must have heard of it."

"What title?" Han Mo asked.

"Emperor Yan."

Han Mo's expression changed when he was frightened by these two simple words. He looked at the wave of flames in disbelief, and said in horror, "You say you are Emperor Yanwu?"

"What? Don't believe it?"

A teasing voice came from the opposite side, and Han Mo frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"How do you make me believe it?" Han Mo also said jokingly, a man appeared out of nowhere and told himself that he was the Emperor Yanwu who had passed away for many years. To be honest, it was considered polite for Han Mo not to beat him that's it.

I was born with Yanwu physique, Emperor Yanwu can be said to be my ancestor, senior, how could he be insulted like this.

"Son, I don't have much time. What appeared to you this time is not my real body, but just a soul consciousness. It can only last for a few hours at most. After a few hours, my soul will fly away."

Han Mo heard the vicissitudes in the other party's tone, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Since you have soul consciousness, then remove the flame and let me see your true face." Han Mo said with his hands on his hips, not aware of the slightest danger.

After Han Mo's voice fell, the flame suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and what appeared in front of him was really a white-haired old man, with a white robe swaying in the wind, looking full of fairy spirit.

"Satisfied now?" The old man asked Han Mo lightly with a pale face. His face was as pale as if it had been plastered, and it was frighteningly white.

Han Mo couldn't help swallowing, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you are Emperor Yanwu?"

"Hmph, boy, it's rare for me to come out to see you with my last chance, and you just keep questioning me like this?"

"That's not true, but you have to prove something, otherwise I won't be able to convince myself." Han Mo looked at the old man and said meaningfully, and he had already decided in his heart that this guy must be with the man in black. Make full preparations, and when there is a vision later, you will strike first.

"Emperor Yanwu" looked at Han Mo and sighed deeply, and then waved his right hand, the power of the blood that had been silent in Han Mo's body suddenly burst out, and then seemed to burst out of his body.

"What's going on? What did you do?" Han Mo's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground and adjusted his breath.

But no matter how Han Mo adjusted his breath, the violent violence of the blood force in his body was almost to the point where Han Mo couldn't bear it.

"Do you believe it now? Hmph, the power of your bloodline itself comes from this emperor. If it wasn't because you were contaminated with this emperor's blood, you wouldn't be doing what you are doing today."

Han Mo was shocked again when he heard this, and looked at the old man in disbelief.

Seeing Han Mo's face in pain, the old man waved his hand again, and the pain in Han Mo's body disappeared instantly.Han Mo's complexion quickly recovered from the pain of loss, and he looked at the old man with fear.

"Who are you?" Han Mo said as he flipped his right hand, and the long sword had already flashed out. He looked at the old man vigilantly. Although he knew that he had no chance of winning, if the situation just now happened, Han Mo had no choice but to fight back with all his strength. , otherwise the threat to oneself will be even greater.

"The emperor has already said, why do you need to ask again? I didn't want to reveal my information, but in order to keep my consciousness alive, I have to give you my strength."

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at the old man in surprise and said, "You want to pass on your strength to me?"

"Any opinion? Of course, it's useless for you to have an opinion. I never need to ask others what I plan to do." After speaking, the old man flickered and disappeared in place instantly, and Han Mo suddenly had a headache and went straight It felt like there was something suddenly in my head, and it hurt so badly.