Bitan Village left, even if Huang Xiaoyue wanted to stay, there was no reason to stay.
He can only go up the mountain.
Mo Ran hoped that the battle would be resolved quickly, and immediately rushed into the enchantment of Huangshan Mountain, and the people of Jiangdongtang followed. As soon as I entered the enchantment, the ink burned fine, but all the people in Jiangdongtang screamed—
is dead.
There are dead people everywhere.
The ground, the trees, lying on the ground, hanging on the treetops, densely packed, all dead. Moving, crawling, twisting, and approaching every living person at a very slow speed.
Huangshan became a mountain of corpses!
Seeing this, Huang Xiaoyue pulled out the whisk and slammed it forward, rolling down the heads of four or five corpses in the blink of an eye. The ink burned yet why the old man suddenly became so brave, and he heard a scream of "ah", fell to the ground in an extremely exaggerated posture, and rolled his eyes, coughing blood and foam. .
Ink burning: "..."
Jiang Dongtang disciples rushed up: "Senior Huang—"
"Senior..."
"It doesn't matter, although the old man is seriously injured, he can still exert some strength." Huang Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but after crawling twice, his knees softened, and he fell back to the ground, gasping for breath.
Those disciples said anxiously: "Senior, let's go outside and rest, there are too many evil spirits here, I'm afraid it will damage the heart."
"Yeah yeah."
Huang Xiaoyue tried her best to refuse at first, and while she refused, she vomited blood, and the blood was still mixed with sticky saliva. The crowd, like crucian carp crossing the river, hurrahed out of the enchantment of Mount Huangshan.
This barrier stops people from entering, but does not stop people from escaping, and soon there will be few people left in Jiangdongtang. At this time, a young man suddenly descended from the foothills in front of him. The young man had long pale blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a cold expression.
He and Mo Ran saw each other, and they were both slightly startled.
Mo Ran first reacted: "...Brother Mei?"
Mei Hanxue nodded, coldly not fond of words.
The ink burned eagerly and asked: "Have you seen my teacher respect them?"
"Just ahead." When he said this, a corpse staggered up from behind Mei Hanxue, and the ink burned to be reminded, but saw the sword light cold, Mei Hanxue had summoned the sword, headed Without turning back, he stabbed a hole in the corpse's chest with his backhand.
He pulled out the sword with a puff, and there was black fluid on it. Mei Hanxue looked cold, wiped the blood on the sword, and said: "Go up, keep going forward, the first mountain road fork is to the left, There are too many dead bodies, clearing the way, and everyone is there."
The ink burned and thanked, and was about to catch up. Mei Hanxue stopped him again.
"and many more."
"What's wrong with Brother Mei?"
"Well. The palace master and Mrs. Rong are old friends. She couldn't worry about it. She asked me to go back and see the two from the Confucianism Sect. How are they, they are still outside?"
Mo Ran heard the words, and his heart was wide, and he said: "They are still waiting outside, Nangong Si gave himself a restraint spell. But Huang Xiaoyue went out, I may do something to embarrass them again, please take care of them more. ."
Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, no more words, a little toes, and the person has disappeared at the end of the enchantment.
The ink burns no longer delays, and immediately rushes to the main force.
Strange to say, he originally thought that there were so many corpses that he should see the remains of his own people on the road, but there were none. There were chopped corpses everywhere, rotting flesh, disgusting and disgusting, but there was nothing mixed with it. The remains of a monk.
Is it because all the leaders brought in the elites
He didn't have time to think about it any further, and immediately threw himself into the battle to sweep the foothills. If it was said that he was walking along the place where everyone had already fought, and those zombies had been cut to the point of being incompetent, then when he got started, he felt even more strange.
too easy.
He felt that he was not fighting a fierce spirit at all, it was like slaughtering ordinary people who were powerless.
This situation made him uneasy, and he vaguely had a terrible guess...
"Drink giggles-"
Suddenly, a zombie hung on the big tree in front of him, his hair was disheveled, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the ink-burning neck. The ink burned and swept back suddenly, and the zombie immediately turned his head, his nostrils moved, one hand grabbed his shoulder, and he wanted to bring the hideous and rotten face together.
The ink burned was disgusting, but I still took this opportunity to observe first, and then kicked it hard, kicking it in the corpse group that came up, and knocked down several carrion corpses that came over.
"Ink burns!"
At this time, Xue Meng also called, and back to back with him, Xue Meng gasped, some black blood splashed on his cheeks, his eyes were like lightning, and he said in a deep voice: "What's the matter, these corpses are just kidding. ? Playing sea battles? Why are you so weak!"
The ink burning eyes are cold and cold. In the previous life, the Emperor Treading Immortal, who read sorcery all over, already had a vague guess in his heart, but at this moment there were not enough clues, and he could not make a conclusion.
The ink burned the back molar and said: "These are not the corpses of monks. They are ordinary people."
"What?!" Xue Meng was shocked and asked sideways, "Everyone is fucking rotten into black ashes, one by one like charcoal, how can you still see if they are monks? I fucking even they are I can't tell the difference between male and female!"
Mo Ran did not answer directly, but said: "If I fight with you, I don't have time to dodge, and you grab your shoulders, what will happen to you?"
"...How could you expose your shoulders to me? This is a taboo in fighting. Even eleven or twelve year old disciples would not make such a mistake."
"Why is it a taboo?"
"The spiritual core is so close! Grabbing your shoulder is equivalent to grabbing half of your spiritual core, and if you stab the other hand into your chest, you can immediately decide your life and death!"
The ink burned: "Okay, just now a zombie caught me like this-"
Xue Meng was shocked: "Why are you so careless? Don't die?!"
The ink burned interrupted him: "It didn't move."
"what?"
"At such a close distance, it never thought that another hand would attack my spiritual core. For a person who cultivates self-cultivation, protecting their own spiritual core and attacking others' spiritual cores when they are close is already a habit that goes deep into the bone marrow, just like As you said, 11 or 12 year old Xiao Xiu would do this. Even if he turns into a zombie after death, his habit of fighting and fighting will not change, but this corpse didn't do that."
The ink burned for a while, and said solemnly.
"Why not? Two possibilities. Can't do it, can't think of it."
Xue Meng: "..."
The ink burned: "The hands and feet are healthy, the opportunity is rare, and it is impossible to do it. So I can only think about it. ... Most of these corpses were ordinary people before they died, and they would not be the opponents of these elites when they died, so So far, no one has been injured."
Xue Meng was shocked: "How can this be? Xu Shuanglin is doing so many ordinary people in Huangshan? He has this mental strength, why doesn't he control the monks?"
Mo Ran said: "It's the same as just before, two kinds, can't do it, can't think of it."
"How could he not have thought of it!"
"So only the last one is left. It can't be done." The ink burned his eyes heavily, and the ghostly sparks splashed in his eyes, like boiling molten iron falling into the night ocean, "Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power is not enough to use the Zhenlong chess game. Control so many monks."
"Then it's useless for him to control these soft-footed shrimps?" Xue Meng kicked back a bunch of zombies, but he couldn't laugh or cry, "What can you do? What can you stop?"
The ink burned no longer, and the guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.
He looked at the zombies that were fighting with the crowd, and soon, he discovered a very strange phenomenon: those corpses whose hands and feet were cut off and their heads were chopped off, immediately after falling to the ground, tiny vines would stick out and stab directly. into their chests, and then with a "poof", the chest flesh, together with the heart, slammed into the ground and disappeared.
This is very easy to find, but there are many chaos and crowds, and the vines are small and thin. If you don't stand still and observe, you can't see it at all.
"Ink burning?"
Xue Meng was still calling him, but Mo Ran couldn't notice his voice at all.
Suddenly, he flew up and grabbed a zombie's neck, pulled out a hidden weapon dagger in his hand, and stabbed the zombie's heart.
Black blood splashed all over his face in an instant!
Xue Meng suddenly opened his mouth wide and stepped back two steps, but he was speechless.
He thinks the ink must be crazy...
The ink burned half a well-defined face, and quickly exerted force, pulling out the black-gray heart of the zombie and shattering it, revealing a black chess piece inside.
This is no surprise. The Huangshan corpse group is obviously under the control of the Zhenlong chess game, so it will act like a tiger, and it is not this chess piece that the ink burns to see - he is rummaging in the blood, enduring the strong stench .
Xue Meng couldn't take it anymore, and squatted and spit out.
"You! Are you sick?... This is disgusting... vomit..."
The ink burned and ignored him, his fingers fiddled with the blood clot, and soon found the thing he was looking for.
I saw on the back of the chess piece, there was a small insect lying on the back, crimson all over - Soul Eater.
At the same time, dozens of soft vines suddenly sprang up from the ground, attacking the ink-burning bloody hands! He quickly avoided it, but the vines swept faster and faster, vowing to wrap the chess piece and the worm into the center of the earth.
Mo Ran now fully understands Xu Shuanglin's intentions and practices.
His hair was standing on end, his blood was cold—
Because in this world, apart from the past immortal lord, no one would want to get this kind of evil secret technique!
Just like Wan Tao Huilang was created by Chu Wanning, all this, this chess piece, this soul-devouring worm, these corpse groups, all these arrangements point to a magic circle that is familiar to the ink. :
Array of common hearts.
This is the formation that he created with his own hands in his previous life!
If he was still guessing before, then the reappearance of this formation is equivalent to giving him a blow in the first place, and its existence should undoubtedly correct two things:
First, in addition to himself, there must be other people in the world who have been born again.
Second, the reincarnated person must be familiar with the way he stepped on the Immortal Emperor in his previous life.
The ink-burning hand trembled slightly, and the black blood kept dripping from the fingers, and the black chess piece and the red worm were clenched in his palm.
He avoided the flying vines, but his mind was already in chaos.
In Chaos and Thriller, he suddenly recalled the broken memories of his previous life—
At the time, he was only nineteen years old.
At that time, the ghost world had just been filled, the teacher was newly mourned, and he was carrying everyone behind his back, secretly practicing the rare chess game for nearly half a year, and it has been unsuccessful and failed repeatedly.
until that day.
Nineteen-year-old Mo Weiyu sat cross-legged and slowly opened his eyes.
Spreading out his hands, there were two dark chess pieces lying in the pale palms—that was the first time in his life that he had tempered the precious chess pieces.
Before that, he had tried thousands of ways, all of which had failed. He couldn't understand the obscure sentences written on the Forbidden Art Fragment, but he couldn't ask Chu Wanning. In fact, during that time, he was not very willing to talk to Chu Wanning, and the death of the teacher became a gap that could never be filled between them.
This pair of masters and apprentices has long existed in name only.
In the last few months of his demonic face, he was walking on the road and occasionally encountered a man in white walking across from him. But every time they met, he would act as if he didn't see it and walk away without saying a word.
In fact, at Naihe Bridge several times, the two passed by, and his peripheral vision noticed that Chu nightning seemed to want to say something to him. It is a pity that the dignity of Chu Wanning did not let him take the initiative to call his apprentice in the end. And the ink burns, it will not give him more time to hesitate, just leave like this, and never look back.
Always wrong shoulder.
In the absence of help, it took a long time for the ink to burn, and it took a long time to barely understand the meaning of the Forbidden Art Fragment, and also knew the most critical point of the Zhenlong chess game:
All the chess pieces, whether it is a black piece or a more powerful white piece that can empathize with the caster, are condensed by the caster's spiritual power.
And every piece of chess piece, the spiritual power consumed is very amazing, the spiritual power of refining a black piece is enough to perform hundreds of big moves, and refining a white piece can almost make Chu Wanning's level of great power. The master's entire body's spiritual power was used up in an instant.
That is to say, if a person is Bingxue smart and has an excellent understanding of the Zhenlong chess game, it is of no use, and his spiritual power is not enough. Although the ink burning is talented and rich in spiritual flow, but after all, it is a young man who has not arrived at the age of 20, so he exhausted all his efforts and failed several times, and in the end he only condensed two sunspots.
Lying in his palm at the moment.
The ink burned and stared at the two sunspots, and there was a strange luster in his eyes. There was only one candlestick that was burning out in the dark room, shining on his face.
he made it.
At that time, he didn't care about the number of pieces at all, and was only overjoyed because he had successfully condensed Zhenlong Black. he made it!
He was clearly such a handsome man, but suddenly he had the hideous appearance of some beasts.
He walked out of the dark room of practice, his mind was dizzy, half because of bliss, and half because the two pieces had exhausted all his spiritual power, and he was exhausted. As soon as the sun shone, I was dizzy and breathless.
His face was red and white for a while, and a blurred scene shook in front of him. He saw two disciples approaching in the distance. And the only thing he had time to do was to hide the two sunspots in the Qiankun bag as soon as possible, and then his back feet softened, fell to the ground, and passed out.
Half asleep, he knew that he had been taken back to the disciple's room and lay on a bed that was not spacious. He opened his eyes slightly, and a person was sitting beside the bed.
He had a fever, his head was aching, and he couldn't see the face of that person. He could only vaguely feel that when those eyes were looking at him, he was so concerned, so focused, so gentle, and even seemed to be remorseful.
"Teacher..."
His lips moved, his voice hoarse and unable to say a complete sentence, but tears fell first.
The white figure paused, and then the ink burned and felt a warm hand touching his face, the tears on his cheeks were wiped, and the man sighed softly and said, "Why did you cry?"
"… "
Teacher, are you back
Can you not go...don't die...don't leave me alone...
Since A-Niang left, there has never been a second person in this world who will treat me as gentle as you do, treat me well, there is no second person, will not dislike me, and will always be with me...
Teacher, don't go...
The hot tears couldn't be stopped. He also felt that he was worthless, but he kept crying, and in his sleep, he kept crying.
That man sat beside his bed and accompanied him. Later, he held his hand and didn't speak. He just clumsily stayed with him without leaving for a moment.
Mo Ran remembered the two precious chess pieces in his Qiankun bag, and he also knew that it was the source of sin and the seed of the devil.
But it was also a bargaining chip for him to fight with the sky and the earth after he could not ask for it.
In fact, it is not only spiritual power that is needed to refine chess pieces, but the last sacrifice will be his originally fairly clean soul.
The ink burned and muttered, under the wet eyelashes, his eyes were hazy, looking at the phantom of the teacher, he said: "I'm sorry... If you are still there, I will..."
I don't want to go down this road either.
But for the next half of the sentence, he no longer had the strength to say it, and he fell asleep again. When he woke up again, the man in white had already left, and the ink burned even more that it was the scene that he dreamed of when he was drowsy. It's just that he remembered that there was an incense burner in the house, which was used by Xue Zhengyi to soothe his nerves. The incense was good, but he didn't like to smell it.
The incense has gone out.
The long coils of incense were snuffed out before they were burnt.
Who has come
He sat up and stared blankly at the incense burner. He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think it through. In the end, he didn't think about it at all. He saw that his clothes and accessories, Shenwu Mo Dao, were well placed on the table, as was the Qiankun bag.
He came back to his senses, hurriedly went to the ground barefoot, and went to get his Qiankun bag.
When he opened it, fortunately, the three knots he deliberately circled before he fell into a coma are still those three, and no one has touched it.
Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and rummaged through the bag. He saw the two dark chess pieces, dormant in the corner, like two evil ghost eyes. to devour him.
He stared at the two pieces for a while.
This is probably fate - if Chu nightning turned over the Qiankun bag around him at that time, everything would change.
But Chu nightning will not flip other people's things at will, even if he has his pockets open, he will not take a second look.
The ink burned and took out the chess pieces. His throat was twitching and his heart was beating like a drum.
What to do now? How should he use these two pieces...
This is the first sharp weapon he has condensed, and he can't wait to try it - but who? The lightning flashes in his mind, but a very crazy idea suddenly came up.
Chu nightning.
He wants to put the chess pieces into Chu Wanning's body.
After entering, that ruthless, hypocritical man, will he be obedient to him from now on? Did you tell him to kneel and he would never stand
Can he let Chu Wanning kneel in front of him to apologize, let Chu Wanning fall at his feet, he can let Chu Wanning call that his master can sting him, stab him and bite him! !
The extreme excitement caused the light in the burning pupils to begin to distort.
Yes, torture him...
How can this aloof Immortal Venerable suffer the most? Most ashamed
humiliate him...
The ink burned tightly on the two chess pieces, the tongue was dry, and it was getting hotter and hotter.
He was engulfed in intense excitement and anxiety, and he licked his chapped lips. He couldn't wait to do this, he wanted to see Chu Wanning lowered his pale neck to himself, and then reached out and touched it, feeling the thin trembling, and then...
Squeeze his neck? Crushing his bones
The ink burns feel unpleasant.
He felt empty and unfulfilled for no reason.
It is too boring to let Chu Ning die. Even if he imagined it, he was not happy. He wanted to see him cry, he wanted to see him crawl, he wanted to see him die, and he was ashamed and angry.
He always felt that there was a better way to vent his anger.
He put a chess piece on his lips, and the cold touch was against his lips. He murmured in a low voice: "You can't stop me, Chu nightning. There will be such a day soon, I will let you... "
how about you
He hadn't thought about it at that time, and he didn't know that a large part of his turbulent desire at the moment was the desire to conquer and sexual desire for Chu Wanning.
But he already had that terrifying male instinct.
I want to bury the first condensed devil seed into Chu Wanning's body.
He wants to dirty him.
He got up, pushed the door and walked out—
The author has something to say: There are too many things to do today, I didn’t have time to sort out the scarf’s messages and Aite, and put them all tomorrow~~ I’m sorry, it’s been a busy day qaq, and the small theater has no time to edit it today. , tired and paralyzed
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