At the same time, at the foot of Jiaoshan Mountain, except for the group of people in Jiangdongtang, all the monks had successfully escaped. At the moment of stepping out of the barrier, although they knew that they had not escaped from danger, many of them were exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Ma Yun rolled her eyes and lay on a big rock and cried out, "No, no, I can't stand it anymore. Friends, hurry up and go home to take strict precautions. I really don't have the strength to make trouble anymore."

Jiang Xi said: "The mysterious magic array and the people who came out of the magic array have not yet been thoroughly investigated. Go back now?"

"What can we do? If we still have the energy to fight them, we wouldn't be so embarrassed to escape."

Master Xuanjing also said: "President Jiang, this time I will listen to Master Ma. Instead of resisting here and ending up in a heroic and miserable situation, it is better to go back and regroup and make preparations."

Jiang Xi pursed her lips and said nothing, looking at the person on the top of life and death. But Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng were both extremely dissipated, looking at the main trail of Jiaoshan until a person flew out from the rolling dust.

"Mo Ran..." Xue Meng murmured.

Mo Ran was the last one to leave the barrier of Jiaoshan. He frowned with his dark eyebrows, glanced at everyone, and said, "It's Zhenlong Chess, perhaps related to the first forbidden technique, the Life and Death Gate. If this is the case, I don't know who the person who came out there would be. You all go quickly, don't wait to die here, save your life is important."

He paused and said to Jiang Xi: "Master Jiang, please take everyone to Linling Island, where you are protected by the Xuanwu barrier and can resist Hua Binan for a while. In addition, the noble school is the Medicine Sect. People who have been trapped in the heart-killing insects will also be able to unlock the poison."

Jiang Xi asked: "Where are you?"

"Master is still on the mountain. When you leave, I will go back to help him. After all, I will settle all this, and then join the sect."

Jiang Xi didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he raised his hand and hugged Mo Ran, saying, "I'll say goodbye to you at the moonlit night."

The group of people was injured, tired, and disabled, ready to follow Jiang Xi to leave this place of failure. Mo Ran suddenly called him again.

"President Jiang!"

"Mr. Mo still has something to do?"

Mo Ran said: "Miss Ye..."

"I know, Jiang won't let anyone hurt her any more."

Mo Ran was relieved. Jiang Xi and the others walked away, but the people at the top of life and death had not moved yet. Xue Zhengyong had been patrolling for a long time and stepped forward and frowned and said hoarsely: "Ran'er, what's going on?"

Mo Ran looked at his uncle and then at his cousin. He felt a sudden sigh of grief in his heart, but he forced a smile and said, "It's a long story. Uncle, you lead Xue Meng away first, and then I will tell you the whole story."

Xue Meng was not willing to wait for so long. He was burning with a heart of fire and said, "No, how could you be a member of the Confucian Feng Sect? You have always been growing up on the top of life and death, you-you--"

He "you" for a long time, and finally with red eyes, he pushed out: "You are my brother, right?"

Mo Ran stared at him.

Xue Meng was trembling, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still trembling.

His confused and sad look was so pitiful. Mo Ran's throat was so sore that he didn't know what to say.

Finally he stepped forward and patted Xue Meng on the shoulder.

"When I first came to the top of life and death, you didn't want to recognize me." Mo Ran smiled bitterly. He didn't dare to look at Xue Mengyuan's open and misty eyes.

Those eyes were too clean and too hot.

And he is dirty.

He is afraid.

Xue Meng was silent for a while before speaking, his voice hoarse: "...Can you please tell me the right words?"

He held Longcheng tightly, and the scimitar that Mo Ran gave him crystals and inlaid him.

He grabbed it like a life-saving grass.

In just one night, he saw Nangong Si throwing the pond to sacrifice to the dragon. Seeing Shi Mei's eyes ruined life and death, he saw Mo Ran sprinkling blood and opening a seal that only the people of the Nangong family could open.

He couldn't breathe, and he felt that he was about to drown.

Mo Ranyu couldn't bear it: "...Okay. I'll give you this accurate word."

He held Xue Meng's shoulder. He no longer knew who was trembling, whether it was Xue Meng or himself, but that was no longer important. He looked at Xue Meng's eyes and paused word by word.

"Listen, I have never been a member of the Confucian Sect. I have never done anything to hurt the top of life and death in my life. If possible, I will be willing to serve the sect for the rest of my life."

Xue Meng moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say it, tears rolled down first. He bit his lower lip hard, and after biting for a while, he collapsed: "Shi Mei said I never understood him, but... Actually... I never understood you either... I was too willful before and never thought about it for you. I didn't understand anything, I did everything randomly... But... But... "

He paused, and tears fell down.

"But I actually really care about you. I will never scold you again, nor will I bully Shi Mei again... I think everything will be the same as before... As long as things can become the same as before." At the end of his speech, he was already in tears, "Brother, don't lie to me..."

When he was like this, Mo Ran could not bear to watch it anymore. He pushed Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong, his voice was low and moist, like the thick dew on the flowers at dawn.

"As you please come with your uncle. When the matter here is settled, I will come to you right away."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the Jiaoshan barrier, left the seal, and never looked back.

The bricks and tiles in the Dragon Soul Pool Hall were broken, and the stone pillars fell down. A fierce battle had passed, and only the smoke of gunpowder filled the air. The Immortal Lord's Mo Dao was placed between Chu Wanning's neck, and the force was used a little harder, and the dazzling blood color rose from under the skin and dyed on the black blade.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and pursed his lips without saying anything.

"Master, you're too absent-minded in this fight."

“…”

"You are not attentive." The Immortal Lord pulled him from the ground and raised his finger. Mo Daobugui hid in an instant, but he also put the strongest forbidden spell on Chu Wanning's body. The light of Youbi tied him tightly. He pinched Chu Wanning's chin and forced him to raise his head.

"Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Chu Wanning slowly opened his eyes, and the reflection of his eyes was the extremely familiar and unfamiliar face.

He felt Li Ran.

He knew this was not Mo Ran, but every move of this man was so similar to Mo Ran. What's even more terrifying was that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this face in a dream.

I have been entangled with Mo Ran in my dreams for many times, but it seems like this slightly pale and thin face. There is evil spirit dormant in my handsomeness, and there is no warmth in my dark eyes, only ferocity, and only madness.

"Actually, even if you don't say it, I know." He said slowly, "Master must be thinking about who I am, what am I talking nonsense, and where I came from."

His fingertips scratched Chu Wanning's cheek intimately.

"No hurry. These... I can tell you slowly. By the way--" His eyes moved down and fell on Chu Wanning's left hand.

"Jiuge and Huaisha, don't think about summoning you. I have been wary of it and will not repeat the mistakes I made back then."

When Chu Wanning heard him mention the names of his other two magical martial arts, his face became more and more ugly. Although his phoenix eyes were gloomy, there was confusion flowing inside. The Immortal Lord was probably pleased by his stubborn and confused expression, and he actually chuckled softly.

He touched Chu Wanning's face: "What's wrong? I think I know Jiuge and Huaisha. You are surprised? But no wonder, I had already received the news before coming and knew this world well. I know that the 'I' in this time and space have not yet stepped on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and forced you and him to draw their swords to face him. Naturally, he has never seen those two magical weapons."

"This earthly...you?"

Stepping on the Immortal Lord but laughing but not answering.

Chu Wanning suddenly felt a very creepy feeling, and felt that Mo Ran looked at him, as if he was looking at a corpse or a dream. His eyes were too naked and too crazy, and there was a lush mood inside. The emotion was so intense that it would drive any normal person crazy.

"The Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space." He said slowly, "Master must be very clear about this forbidden technique."

"!"

"In another world of cultivation, Master, you have been dead for many years."

He looked at Chu Wanning's increasingly paler face, and watched the last bit of blood disappear under the other person's skin. The Immortal Lord looked at him, his eyes shining with a gleam.

Suddenly it was like a dragon breaking through the sheath.

The man's calm mood seemed to be extremely tense. He suddenly pulled Chu Wanning up and gradually became a little crazy: "Yes... that's it, that's this face."

“…”

"It's this face... I look at your face, I look at you lying in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion like a living dead, every day and night... Your face has no blood and energy, your body is corrupt, but you can't speak again and you won't open your eyes. In that world of cultivation, you have already died - you take revenge on me!"

He took a breath, his eyes shining brightly.

Desperate, the flames and lightning surge inside, and the dragons and snakes are flying.

"Chu Wanning, I hate you. Keep me alone."

He said this, but raised his hand and hugged him and hugged him all in his arms.

Very hot.

Like fire.

He was stinged by this long-lost handful of warmth. He let out a low sigh in his throat. He wrapped himself tightly and hugged him, wishing he could rub his bones and blood and swallow him into his lungs. From now on, whether it is life, death, warm or cold.

He has all his companions and sacrifices, and he no longer has the same silence.

No no—

But Chu Wanning's scalp was numb and his eyes were getting dark. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't understand who died? Who left whom?

The hall gate of the Dragon Soul Pond was opened again.

A man hurriedly walked in the crowded light and shadow, and the man called anxiously: "Master!"

All soldiers are on guard and block the front.

When the Emperor of Immortal heard this voice, he was stunned at first, and then laughed coldly: "Who am I? It turns out to be 'him'." He waved his hand casually and lazily, and said to the chess pieces that followed him: "It's all gone, it's okay, let him in."

Mo Ran was thinking about the matter of Zhenlong chess pieces and the time and space life and death gate along the way. He felt that Hua Binan was definitely not the last hand. If all this was designed by Hua Binan, there was no reason for him to harm Xu Shuanglin like this in front of the soul-suming platform, Xu Shuanglin would not recognize him.

So who will be the last hand?

Zhenlong Bureau, the gate of life and death, no return, two ancient legends twisted together in the world, one after another, and he had a crazy idea in his heart. This idea made him feel cold all over his body, but he didn't believe it, he ran all the way, and he didn't believe that all this would be true.

Until he broke into the Dragon Soul Hall.
To be continued...