The spiritual body of the Picking Heart Liu didn't get enough time to answer, and his expression quickly distorted and deformed. He raised his hand, hugged his head in pain, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent howl. Although he couldn't make a sound, his hideous expression and sudden eyes seemed to make people hear a heart-wrenching scream.

Help.

Help!!!!

His lip shape twisted into an incredible curve, and bloodshots quickly spread throughout the eyeball. If it weren't for the four chains tied him, he would have probably already jumped up and committed suicide.

"Please......... destroy me..."

It seems that the time limit for Picking Xinliu to recover from his mind has come. Picking Xinliu's spiritual body struggled painfully but was ineffective. He only saw a black air coming out of the sword-casting pool, constantly ramming and attacking the flesh of the willow spirit body soaked in the pool. For a moment, the iron chain Dingling and fireworks flew everywhere.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Chu Wanning quickly waved his sleeves and stopped his disciples behind him. His face was sharp and asked Zhuxinliu, "How can I save you?"

Although the action of pinching the willows is slow, it can drive the iron of the sword casting pond, forming the ancient Cangjie book in an instant.

"I will lose my mind immediately. I will hurt you and others at that time. It is not my original intention. I cannot help you, so I can't explain in detail. I can only tell you the magic I know, and I hope you will be careful..."

The iron changes suddenly.

"There are three techniques that I have good at. One is Nan Ke's dream. This is a nightmare technique. The subject will get what he wants in his sleep and his beautiful dream will last forever. Because of this, even if someone has strong spiritual power that he perceives this as an illusion, he will still be willing to indulge in it and never wake up forever.

Second, the secret to the confusion of the heart is to tempt people's greed and slaughter them.

Third, heart-pulling technique…”

However, his spiritual power was used to the extreme at this time, and he could not mobilize iron and form more words.

What is the ability of this heart-plugging technique? It is unknown.

Picking Xinliu struggled for a while, and suddenly a blood mist exploded. He couldn't adjust the iron, but he still used his fingers to stain the blood that burst out. His eyes were spasming and thrusting, staring at Chu Wanning with his eyes raking, and his eyes burst out, and he was extremely unwilling to accept it.

"Master!" Seeing Chu Wanning coming forward, Xue Meng hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't go, for fear of fraud!"

Picking Xinliu couldn't speak, but just hung her finger dipped in blood. Suddenly, tears flowed out from her eyes.

Chu Wanning: "...you want me to go over?"

Picking willow nodded slowly.

“…”

"Master!"

Xue Meng wanted to stop him again, but Chu Wanning shook his head at him, walked forward alone, came to the edge of the sword casting pool, and handed over.

Picking the hearts seemed quite touched. He looked at Chu Wanning deeply, struggled and waved the flesh-hugging arm, as if he wanted to give a greeting. Then, he endured the huge pain and grabbed Chu Wanning's hand, trembling in the other party's palm and wrote:

Lottery chips, breaking the nightmare...

Don't - lose your mind... wisdom...

Nightmare...break... catastrophe - destroy!!

Before the last word "名" was pressed out, the willows pinched in the heart suddenly looked like a pool of mud, quickly sagging, falling back into the boiling sword-casting pool, and disappeared.

At the same time, with a loud "bang", the sword-casting pool suddenly burst into a huge red water wave, and the rolling iron cracked the air, and nine dragon-shaped fire pillars were freed out. Chu Wanning was forced to retreat behind by the stormy waves, and the flames reflected his dark eyebrows.

Four signs suddenly emerged from the gushing iron column, hanging high in the air.

Shi Mei remembered what Picking Xinliu ordered just now when she woke up, and hurriedly said, "Is this... the lottery chip that Picking Xinliu mentioned?"

Seeing him approaching, Chu Wanning stopped him: "Don't touch me, go behind me."

Shi Mei: "Master..."

"It will be fine if I am here." Chu Wanning said, "You can't take risks. When I finish smoking, you will come again."

This was said indifferently, and there seemed to be no emotional ups and downs, but Mo Ran's heart moved. For some reason, Chu Wanning in front of him suddenly overlapped with the ruthless person who looked at his disciple's death in his previous life.

Since he could say such words, why could he stand idly by the disciple's stubbornness in his previous life?

Mo Ran suddenly felt that he had never understood Chu Wanning.

He couldn't help but murmur: "Master..."

Chu Wanning ignored them and raised his hand to take off one of the signature pieces. The signature was made of light yellow jade pieces. He looked through both sides of the front and back, and said "Hmm?" quietly.

"What's wrong?" Xue Meng asked.

Chu Wanning said: "There is no word on this signature."

"What happened?" Xue Mengqi said, "Then I'll try it."

The four signs were drawn. Xue Meng and Shi Mei had the same situation as Chu Wanning. There was no text on the jade sheet. Mo Ran turned his signs over and suddenly opened his eyes wide:

"Deng Guyu?"

The other three immediately looked at him, and Xue Meng frowned and said, "What kind of Tang Guyu?"

Mo Ran poked his signature: "It says it."

Xue Meng leaned over and looked at it, and immediately said angrily: "Bah! Have you read half of the things you can recognize?"

"...It's blood dripping." Chu Wanning suddenly said.

He could recognize the ten-pointed ** in Cangjie's ancient books. If there were uncertain words, he would not say nonsense. Therefore, since he said that the blood dripping on it was written, he would never admit his mistake.

Mo Ran said, "What does blood drip mean?"

Chu Wanning shook his head: "I don't know."

However, as if answering them, the towering dome of Shenwuku suddenly rumbling and a huge hourglass fell from the sky, with mottled copper rust all over it. However, unlike the other hourglass, there is a cross-shaped copper frame on it, and I don’t know what it is for.

Chu Wanning looked at the hourglass and lowered her eyes to look at the signature in Mo Ran's hand.

Blood dripping.

In a flash, I suddenly understood what the so-called "drawing lots" meant. Chu Wanning changed his color instantly and shouted loudly: "Mo Ran, throw that lottery away!"

Although he didn't know what Chu Wanning meant, the order that he said without saying anything almost made Mo Ran subconsciously follow his words.

But if you don't throw it away, Mo Ran found that the jade sticker was attached to his palm with some strength, and he couldn't shake it off.

Chu Wanning cursed inwardly, and was about to exchange his signature with Mo Ran for exchange. Unexpectedly, the rusted copper hourglass suddenly stretched out dozens of sharp thorn vines, attacking Mo Ran!

"Does go!"

“Master!!!”

"Master!"

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. At a critical moment, Chu Wanning pushed Mo Ran away with his palm, and the thorn vines were like arrows piercing through the forest, piercing them into Chu Wanning's flesh and blood.

Mo Ran is now a young man, so naturally he could not withstand Chu Wanning's attack. He was pushed back and fell to the ground. But the sound of the tearing was so clear and terrifying, and Xue Meng and Shi Mei's almost twisted voices were so sharp and thrust.

Impossible.

How is it possible...

That was Chu Wanning, the one who beats and scolds him and never gives him a good look, the one who cruelly watches his disciple die in front of him for his own efforts, the one who said coldly, "The character is poor, the quality is difficult to beautify", the one who...

Mo Ran raised his head.

In the chaos, he saw the man's blood splattering three feet away, and the sharp and dense thorn vines penetrated from the man's back, and then pricked out from the front. His location was impartial, which was exactly where he was hit by the fierce attack of the ghost ceremonial. Before he healed, his fascia was shattered again, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

It was the one... it was the one Chu Wanning who held his body in the coffin and was silently enduring his words when he was pierced by sharp claws...

It was Chu Wanning, who hid under the stone bridge and secretly released the formation to shelter everyone from the wind and rain, but did not dare to show up.

It was Chu Wanning, who was clumsy in the kitchen after Shi Mei died in his previous life, so that he could have the mood to eat something, so he went to the kitchen to cover his hands.

It is the one he is the one who has a bad temper, a bad mouth, is afraid of bitterness when taking medicine, and eats spicy and coughing. He is the one he is most familiar with.

It was that person. He often couldn't remember to care about it. He gritted his teeth with hatred, but he felt so pitiful...

Chu Wanning.

Wanning...

"Master!" Mo Ran shouted, and he rolled and crawled towards Chu Wanning, "Master!!!"

"Your signature..." Chu Wanning raised his hand tremblingly, his face turned pale, but his eyebrows were still sharp, "Take it to me..."

He stretched out Mo Ran's palm and spread the unmarked piece of his own draw. His arm, which was slightly trembling due to the pain, held it up with difficulty and slowly.

Chu Wanning's eyes were bright and determined, covered with a layer of water vapor.

"Quick, give it to me!"

Mo Ran didn't even get up, so he knelt down and came to Chu Wanning, staring at the terrifying wounds that were rummaging out of his flesh and blood.

“No…Master…”

“Master!!”

Xue Meng and Shi Mei wanted to come over, but Chu Wanning seemed to be disappointed, waved a barrier and repelled them both. Then he said sternly: "Heavenly asked!!!"

Tianwen came out and cut off dozens of sharp vines that were stabbing Chu Wanning!

But the vines were not ordinary things, and Chu Wanning could clearly feel that they were swallowing his spiritual power between his flesh and blood. There was no other way, so he had to bite the silver teeth, raise his hand to hold the broken branch, and ruthlessly pull out the vine branch!

In an instant, blood surged!

Chu Wanning threw away the broken branch, took a breath, and tapped his spiritual veins and acupoints to temporarily stop bleeding. Then a pair of black and shiny eyes stared at Mo Ran and said hoarsely: "Give it to me."
To be continued...