Chapter 1501: : All death row?

Woohoo!
The huge wind kept blowing in Monan's ears, giving him a feeling of chapped body.
He swept out of his consciousness, and suddenly found out that it was a completely strange place, but it was unclear how big it was, and many places simply blocked it.
In addition, the yellow sand was violently windy, the sky was dark, there was no aura floating, and it was definitely a Jedi.
Mo Nan sighed secretly, knowing that this is definitely inside the endless sword grave of the sword slave king. There is no danger here, but it must not be taken lightly.
This place can be used to collect elements, can it be an ordinary place?
"I don't know if this concession can give Tiandao a hint of epiphany!"
In fact, Mo Nan didn't have much hope for this heavenly road, because Su Ye had said before that the starry sky in the north is a place of chaos.
Mo Nan walked step by step in this desert, he turned his divine power to withstand the wind and sand.
Just walked a few kilometers, and suddenly felt a huge black shadow in front.
It seemed to be a tianzhu, dumped to the ground, and the yellow sand whistling around had already covered the tianzhu more than half.
Mo Nan moved his divine power, stepped out, and appeared directly on Tianzhu.
"Well? This Tianzhu should be a magic weapon for practitioners."
Mo Nan immediately judged it, but he observed carefully that this magic weapon had lost its due mana, and even the magic mark in the magic weapon had been wiped out.
"Does it still absorb divine power here?"
Mo Nan secretly operated his divine power, and found that he was not absorbed in the surroundings. Instead, he wanted to take something out of the real world, but found that he couldn't take it out.
There is such a terrible divine power in this world that he can be prevented from taking out things.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Nan touched the dragon ring on his hand. Although he didn't have many rings, but the ring on his hand was an artifact of the Dragon family. He wanted to communicate the inside of the ring with divine thoughts and took out things.
"Strange! I can sense everything in the ring, proving that this heaven and earth can't restrain my consciousness, but it can cut off the space connection." Mo Nan immediately concluded.
Just then, he suddenly heard a stream of light roaring above the distant void.
Mo Nan looked up, faintly, and found a figure of a practitioner.
However, this practitioner did not come from a sword at all, but was penetrated by the chest with a radiating flying sword and passed by.
This practitioner is clearly dying.
Woohoo!
Jian Mang flew across the sky, as if Mo Nan had not been found at all.
Mo Nan was surprised, there was someone else besides him, and there must be some hidden feelings like that.
He was also not melancholy, but stepped out and followed him on the ground.
Along the way, Mo Nan also saw another weird thing, the most magic weapon, and occasionally he saw only a beast with only bones left.
"It seems that there are many things buried in this endless sword grave!"
Following Fei Jian flying for hundreds of miles, Mo Nan suddenly felt the light rising from the sky.
He knew the destination had arrived.
"It looks like this ... eh? That's the elemental messenger!"
Mo Nan's gaze swept away, and he found a towering mountain with golden light all over his body, but he looked at some trends that would slowly fade.
However, he can judge immediately that this mountain is absolutely the gold element that was absorbed and devoured before him!
Mo Nan had just thought about it, and suddenly there were ancient swords coming from below the earth.
A buzzing sound was made and surrounded him.
Looking at all these ancient swords exudes murderous intentions, so that Mo Nan has an illusion, as if surrounded by powerful practitioners.
With a fist, Mo Nan was about to give these ancient swords to Hong Fei.
Suddenly, a tight female voice came from the front, "Are you going to die? Come back soon! What are you doing?"
Suddenly, another person shouted, "Don't go out to die, they're going to fight, come back!"
Mo Nan looked and found that there were many practitioners in front of him, and they all shouted at him.
He immediately realized that he didn't understand the situation here, so don't do it first, think about it and step out among those practitioners.
Those ancient swords seemed to sense that Mo Nan had not escaped, but only made two laps outside, and suddenly re-inserted to the ground and disappeared.
"Well? This person seems to be human?"
"It looks like a newcomer, we haven't seen it before." The former practitioners looked at Mo Nan and whispered for a moment.
Mo Nan also looked at them, and found that there were at least hundreds of practitioners in front of him, and some fell to the ground and were unwilling to move. There should be many people.
Look at the clothes on their bodies, they are already tattered. Many practitioners are unkempt, and I do n’t know how long I have n’t taken a shower, and I have n’t used the past to decide.
The nun who just started talking strode up. Her hair was very long, she looked petite and exquisite, and her face was clean.
She smiled slightly and said, "Are you new here? My name is Zhan Shangyou, this is my father, Zhan Chen!"
Introducing, a tall man came out next to him, holding an ancient sword, his eyes were deep, and he looked weather-beaten.
Zhan Shangyou asked again, "What's your name? How did you get caught in it?"
"My name is Mo Nan."
Mo Nan's gaze turned to Jin Shishi, and said, "Behind it, it was dragged in by a chain of iron. Is this endless sword mound? Who are you?"
The Zhan Chen smiled helplessly, waved everyone to disperse, and said, "We are the same as you, the death row!"