At that time, he was under the same master as Mo Ran. Mo Ran was the most joking apprentice. Even though Xue Meng had disliked him for a long time, he would be amused by him from time to time.

I don’t know what the hell is this steamed concubine who erected the queen. It was probably the tombstone erected by Mo Dazi for his two wives. The style is so similar to "Tornado", "gua" and "half". However, why did he give his queen these two posthumous titles? It is unknown.

Xue Meng looked at the third tomb.

Under the night, the tomb was open, and there was a coffin lying inside, but there was no one in the coffin, and there was no ink on the tombstone.

But there was a pot of white pear blossoms in front of the grave, a bowl of cold red oil, and a few plates of spicy side dishes, all of Mo Ran’s favorite things to eat.

Xue Meng stared at him for a while, and suddenly felt shocked - Could it be that Mo Weiyu didn't want to resist, and had already dug her own grave and decided to die?

Sweat in cold sweat.

He didn't believe that Mo Ran had always fought to the end, never knowing what was tired or giving up. With his behavior, he would inevitably fight the rebels to the end, so how could he...

In the past ten years, Mo Ran has stood at the peak of power, what has he seen and what has happened.

neither knows.

Xue Meng turned around and stumbled into the night, strode towards the brightly lit Wushan Palace.

In Wushan Hall, Mo Ran's eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Xue Meng guessed correctly, he was determined to die. The tomb outside was dug for him. An hour ago, he dismissed the servants with teleportation technique, and he took the poisonous medicine. His cultivation was very high, and the medicinal properties of the poisonous medicine spread particularly slowly in his body, so the pain of being eaten and melted by the internal organs became more and more profound.

With a creak, the door of the palace opened.

Mo Ran did not look up, but said hoarsely: "Xue Meng. Is it you? Are you here?"

On the golden bricks in the hall, Xue Meng stood alone, his ponytail scattered, and his light armor flashed.

When his classmates reunited, Mo Ran had no expression. He sat sideways with his chin, and his slender and dense eyelash curtains fell to his eyes.

Everyone thinks he is a hideous demon with three heads and six arms, but he is actually very beautiful. The curve of the bridge of his nose is soft, the lips are thin and moist, and he grows a little gentle and sweet. Just looking at his appearance, anyone will think he is a well-behaved person.

When Xue Meng saw his face, he knew that he had taken poison. He didn't know what it felt like, but he wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he clenched his fists and asked, "Where is the master?"

"……What?"

Xue Meng said sternly: "I ask you, where is the master!!! Where is yours, mine, our master?!"

"Oh." Mo Ran snorted softly, and finally slowly opened his eyes that were somewhat purple in the dark, and fell on Xue Meng through the years of the mountains.

"About this, since you left the Snow Palace in Kunlun, you and your master have not seen each other for two years."

Mo Ran said, smiling slightly.

"Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Return him to me!"

Mo Ran looked at him calmly, endured the thrust of his stomach, and sarcastically leaned on the back of the imperial chair.

His eyes were getting dark, and he almost felt that he could clearly feel the internal organs twisting, dissolved, and turned into dirty and smelly blood.

Mo Ran said lazyly: "I'll give you something to you? I'm stupid. You don't think about it. I have such a deep hatred between Master and I, how could I allow him to live in this world?"

"You--!" Xue Meng suddenly lost all blood, his eyes widened and he retreated step by step, "You can't... you won't..."

"I don't know anything?" Mo Ran chuckled, "You tell me, why can't I?"

Xue Meng said in a trembling voice: "But he is yours... He is your master after all... How can you do it!"

He looked up at Mo Ran sitting high above the throne. There was Fuxi in the heavens, Yan Luo in the underworld, and there was Mo Wei Yu in the world.

But for Xue Meng, even if Mo Ran became the emperor of the human world, he shouldn't have become like this.

Xue Meng was trembling all over, and tears of hatred rolled down: "Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to..."

Mo Ran raised his eyes lightly: "What did he do?"

Xue Meng said in a trembling voice: "You should know how he treated you once..."

Mo Ran suddenly laughed: "Do you want to remind me that he once beat me up to nothing and asked me to kneel down in front of everyone. Or do you want to remind me that he had blocked me for you and for irrelevant people, and repeatedly blocked me good things and ruined my great cause?"

Xue Meng shook his head in pain: "..."

No, Mo Ran.

Think about it carefully, let go of your hideous hatred. Look back.

He once took you to practice martial arts and protect you from your comprehensiveness.

He once taught you how to practice calligraphy, read books, write poetry and paint.

He once learned to cook for you, and he was clumsy and injured one hand.

He used to...he used to wait for you to come back day and night, and he went from dark to dawn alone...

So many words were blocking my throat. At the end, Xue Meng only choked and said:

"He... he has a bad temper and speaks badly, but even I know that he treats you so well. Why... how can you bear it..."

Xue Meng raised his head and endured too much tears, but his throat was blocked and he could no longer say anything.

After pausing for a long time, Mo Ran sighed softly from the hall, and he said, "Yes."

"But Xue Meng. Do you know?" Mo Ran's voice seemed very tired. "He once killed the only person I have loved deeply. The only one."

Dead silence for a long time.

The stomachache was like a burning fire, and the flesh and blood were torn into millions of pieces of fragments.

"However, at least, the master and disciple were in the scene. His body was parked in the red lotus pavilion on the South Peak. It was lying in the lotus, and it was well preserved, as if it was asleep." Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm down. When he said this, his face was expressionless, his fingers rested on the long table of the red sandalwood, but his knuckles were pale and blue.

"His body is entirely maintained by my spiritual power to never corrupt. If you think of him, don't spend too much time with me. Go while I'm not dead."

A fishy sweetness surged in his throat. Mo Ran coughed a few times, and when he opened his mouth, blood was everywhere between his lips and teeth, but his eyes were relaxed and at ease.

He said hoarsely, "Go. Go and see him. If it's too late, I'll die, and once the spiritual power is cut off, he will be ashes."

After saying this, he closed his eyes dejectedly, poisoned torment and tormented the fire.

The pain was so heartbreaking that even Xue Meng's grief and twisted wailing became so far away, as if it was coming from the water through the vast ocean.

Blood kept gushing out from the corner of his mouth, Mo Ran tightened his sleeves, and his muscles spasmed.

Opening his eyes vaguely, Xue Meng had already run away. The boy's light skills were not bad. It would not take much time to run from here to Nanfeng.

He must have seen the last time his master has.

Mo Ran held up and stood up staggeringly. His blood-stained fingers formed a magic seal, teleporting himself to the tower of the sky at the top of life and death.

It was late autumn, and the begonia flowers were blooming in a colorful and elegant manner.

He didn't know why he chose to end his sinful life here in the end. But he felt that the flowers bloomed so brilliantly, and it was still a tomb.

He lay in the open coffin and looked up at the flowers at night, floating silently.

It floats into the coffin and on the cheeks. It rises one after another, as if the past has withered.

In this life, he went through countless illegitimate children with nothing, and became the only emperor and lord in the human world.

He was extremely sinful, his hands were full of blood, his love, hatred, wishes and hatreds, and in the end, nothing was left.

After all, he did not use his word "willing to revolt" to mention a sentence to his tombstone. Whether it was the shameless "Eternal Emperor" or the absurd "oil explosion" or "steaming", he did not write anything, and the grave of the First Emperor in the Cultivation Realm has never been left in a word.

A farce that lasted for ten years finally faded.

After several hours, when everyone held up bright torches, like a fire snake, and rushed into the imperial palace, what was waiting for them was the empty Wushan Palace, the top of life and death of no one, and Xue Meng, who was lying beside the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, who was lying in the ashes and crying to the point of numbness.
Chapter completed!