In an instant, those monks covered in black swooped down from the clouds with their swords, like gulls and herons vying for food, and attacked the camp below with heavy casualties.
Mo Ran has already reacted at this time. As the emperor of the previous life, the breath of these people being controlled by Zhenlong chess pieces is too obvious. These chess pieces are exquisite, perfect, and powerful, and they are completely similar to those made by Xu Shuanglin. different.
It can never be their opponent.
The ink burned almost turned back in horror, and shouted to those who had never experienced Zhenlongqi really powerful: "Run!!"
He tightly grasped the wrist of Chu nightning beside him, and then pulled up Jiang Xi, who was kneeling on the ground, and pushed everyone along the way, his pupils contracted sharply.
"Run! Get out of here! Get out of the hall! Don't stay! Don't fight! You can't fight!!"
He didn't need to say more, when the first piece fell to the ground and swung the sword, everyone was shocked by his terrifying strength and rushed towards the corridor.
Running at the front was the timid and rat-like owner of the Ma Zhuang. He was the first to arrive at the stone gate of the corridor, and then stopped.
The people in the back stopped one by one, one by one, and bumped into each other. Someone shouted, "What's wrong?! Why did you stop?!"
The voice of the owner of Ma Zhuang came from the front of the dark corridor with obvious panic and crying.
"Close, close..."
"What's closed?"
"When Hua Binan escaped, the stone gate was closed..." The owner of Ma Zhuang said, his feet softened, and he knelt on the ground in despair with a thud, his face was full of tears and sifted with chaff, "This is the stone of Jiaoshan Mountain. , once it's closed, without the blood of the Nangong family, it's... definitely can't be opened."
Someone hurriedly said: "Although Nangong Si is gone, there is still Nangong Liu! Isn't his father who was made into a rare chess still on the mountain? What about others?"
"In the front hall, I thought he was useless, so I didn't bring him here at all..."
Despair permeated the entire corridor, and the dark aura almost soaked their marrow.
"What should I do?"
"Go out and fight recklessly?"
Outside, there are still people of unknown reasons squeezing in, and there are more people who can't squeeze in, so they can only bite the bullet and fight against the mysterious chess pieces that came out of the sky.
In the darkness, Huang Xiaoyue suddenly shouted: "Let me go over! I can open this door!"
He tried his best to push the crowd away, like a menacing fish on its way, rushing all the way to the stone gate.
The owner of Ma Zhuang raised his tearful face and said blankly, "Zhang Daochang?"
"Get out of the way, let me come!"
"But your surname is Huang, and your surname is not Nangong..."
Huang Xiaoyue ignored him, the golden sword came in, he waved his wide sleeves, but fortunately he still had a little blood of Nangong Si, which was secretly saved in order to steal the treasure room. He also deliberately cast a spell on the bloodstain to prevent it from drying up and coagulating immediately.
However, the spell didn't last long, and at this moment he couldn't help but be thankful that all these shocking changes happened in an instant. I hope the blood is still useful.
Huang Xiaoyue took her skinny old hand and pressed it hard on the broken stone.
From the corridor, the ghostly voice of the magic dragon came: "Who is it?"
Heart pounding.
Huang Xiaoyue said: "The Confucianism Sect No. 1... The seventh generation of the origin blood clan, Nangong Si, bow down."
Pause for a moment.
The magic dragon said hoarsely: "Wangli... Congratulations... Master..."
"boom-"
The stone gate descended, Huang Xiaoyue was the first to leave the corridor, and the disciples of Jiangdongtang followed one after another. The owner of Ma Zhuang hurriedly climbed up, raised his hand and said in a panic: "Wait for me! I'll come out, I'll come out, I-"
A sword stuck to his chest.
Master Ma's face froze, and he looked up in amazement: "Zhang Dao, what are you doing?"
Huang Xiaoyue sneered and said, "When I was just caught with the heartworm, my camp and yours were already opposed. If you are let out at this moment, I am afraid that the war will subside in the future, and those who seek to settle accounts with Huang will be like ants, Huang is old. , can't afford to toss."
The owner of Ma Zhuang said in horror: "No no no! What are you going to do! Don't mess around! There is something to talk about! Oh, what kind of revenge is it? It's all for business. The zodiac leader, let us go out, the goods of Taobao Villa will be Half price for your faction—no, half price for half price!"
Huang Xiaoyue's old withered wood face showed a ferocious look, and he mocked: "Half price? With the treasure of Jiaoshan, the Confucianism Gate, how could the world's wealth still enter my eyes? It's just a mere Taobao Mountain Villa, what is it?"
Speaking of being a husband, he pushed the owner of Ma Zhuang severely.
Ma Yun fell to the ground, and everyone who was crowded behind them all fell to the ground and sat in a ball.
And they struggled to get up, and the last scene they saw was that Huang Xiaoyue and Jiang Dongtang stood outside, Huang Xiaoyue pulled the mechanism that dropped the stone, and his face flashed with greed, longing, and schadenfreude...
The people behind him in Jiang Dongtang looked like a villain, and some even said bluntly: "You deserve it, let you look down on others along the way."
"We Huang Daochang are obviously not at fault, but we were scolded all the way by Erwai Xiaoxiao, and we were wronged. Why should he help Erwai with the blood he left behind at the risk of his life?"
boom!
The stone gate was sealed again.
This time, the corridor was plunged into endless darkness and hesitation.
A dead silence.
In desperation, there was a female nun who finally broke down and started to sob. Sadness is contagious. Soon most people became discouraged and lost their fighting spirit. .
"Sister... I don't want to die yet..."
"Master..."
"Father, let's go out and fight to the death, it's better than being stuck here."
Human voices buzzed.
At this time, there was suddenly another voice that had been silent for a long time, with a hint of trembling, and more determination.
He said, "I'll come."
The gray-faced owner of Ma Zhuang turned his head tremblingly, and when he saw a beam of fire light up, he opened his eyes slightly and said in shock, "Master Mo?"
The fireworks in the hands of the ink burning palm reflected his handsome face, and he walked to the sealing stone and stood still.
"You, you also left Nangong Si's blood?"
The ink burned and didn't answer. He knew that although there were people at the entrance of the Yongdao, it would not be able to support it for too long, and those chess pieces would soon come in.
He went up the mountain all the way, and when Nangong Si was in danger, he had many times in his heart to do it, but in the end he couldn't do it.
He thought that he was favored by God, and this time he was able to escape the public eye and escape the fate of his fate.
But at this time, he knew that he finally had no choice.
There is no way back.
"Master Mo...?"
He didn't take care of the owner of the Ma Village, he took out the silver short knife that was attached to his waist, and smeared it in the palm of his hand.
In an instant, blood was pouring out of his palms.
At this time, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyi have already arrived, and Chu nightning is also there, and they stopped behind Mo Ran. Xue Zhengyi's voice was full of confusion: "Ran'er, what are you doing? It's useless, Jiaoshan will only obey the orders of the Nangong family, and it's useless for you to bleed."
The ink burned without turning back, and his bleeding hand was trembling slightly.
In the end, it was still slapped on the sealing stone.
The tentacles are icy and cold, and the bones of the people are pierced.
He closed his eyes.
The distant voice of the dragon's wandering reverberated in this darkness once again.
"Who is coming?"
Throat twitches.
The ink burned under the watchful eyes of everyone, in an extremely suppressed silence, slowly and slowly answered—
"Confucianism... the seventh generation of origin blood clan."
Xue Meng's color changed suddenly, and he took a step back and couldn't stop shaking his head: "What..."
Xue Zhengyi's face was even uglier than his.
One word at a time, like a sharp knife.
Knowing that he will bleed like a gulp, he can't control it, and there is no other choice.
He said the last half of the sentence softly: "Ink burning ink rain, worship."
Xue Meng's voice was hoarse and shouted with bare eyes: "Impossible!!"
However, the door was still open after all.
Wang Li's voice was like a thin smoke, but it was like a sharp bayonet, piercing the eardrum and heart cavity.
"Wangli... Congratulations... Master..."
"burner..."
Xue Zhengyi was completely stunned, unable to say a word.
Chu nightning was also in a state of confusion. He held Xue Zhengyi in time and looked up at the front.
The stone door boomed, one inch, two inches, and submerged into the ground again. The orange fire of the dragon soul pool outside poured into the darkness, and the ink burned against the light.
"Ink burning! Ink burning!! How can you open it? What is the seventh generation of Confucianism? How can this happen?! How can this happen!" Xue Meng seemed to be a little embarrassed and crazy, "How can you be with the Nangong family? Are you related by blood? You are obviously... You are clearly... "
The ink burned for a while, and he finally whispered in the shaking light and shadow: "Let's go out first."
"Ink burning!!"
hoarse.
For a moment, the ink burned to the side of the cheek, as if he wanted to turn back and say something, but he still said nothing, did not stop, and no longer hesitated. He moved forward, the light and shadow moved with his tall stature, and he finally disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After him, people from various sects rushed to flee. When they came, they were aggressive and unstoppable.
The ink burned in this surging torrent, in this crucian carp-like escape across the river, walking alone.
He didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.
He saw Ye Wangxi in the Dragon Soul Pond hall, he walked over, put her up before she woke up, and took her away.
In fact, the person who jumped into the Dragon Soul Pond and sacrificed his life might not belong to Nangong Si, but he.
Although at that time, Mo Ran didn't know that doing so could keep Jiaoshan stable, but he actually had no confidence—
What if you knew it? Will he really go to die instead of Nangong Si
He has lived for two lifetimes, and he is full of sins but can survive, but Nangong Si is only twenty years old, and before the long road of life is halfway through, it turns into dust and smoke, and there is nothing left.
Intellectually, he knew that Nangong Si was far more worthy of being in the world than him, but people still long to live.
Suddenly there was someone behind him screaming: "Those monsters, those monsters are chasing!!"
"how is this possible?!"
The ink burned abruptly and turned around.
The broken stone has fallen again when the last group of people came out of the corridor, and those chess pieces cannot be opened unless—
His face paled.
Unless, among those chess pieces, there are also people with the blood of the Nangong family.
In the midst of all his thoughts, he recalled the black mysterious sky fissure he had just seen, and suddenly thought of the third access control technique, the door of life and death in time and space.
The ink burned only to feel that a strong chill spread straight to the soles of the feet, and instantly wrapped around the whole body.
Could it be that the person who came out was—
No, not possible.
Impossible.
It's ridiculous, even in previous lives, no one can do this... Who can do it? ! !
At this time, Mei Hanxue retreated to him, and Mo Ran handed Ye Wangxi to him, with a frantic light flashing in his eyes, and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction to everyone.
"Ink burns!"
"Burnt!"
In the torrent, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyi saw him, and they were shouting at him, but regardless of the ink, he really didn't know how to face these two people now.
Paper cannot hold fire.
Both lifetimes are the same.
Suddenly the arm was grabbed, and the ink burned and turned his head: "... Master?!"
Chu nightning said: "You can't go over, those people are up to me to resist. Since you can open the Jiaoshan Formation, in order to be safe, you should stay with other people and take them out of here smoothly."
"… "
"Go!"
During the conversation, the black-clothed man at the head had calmly walked out of the tunnel, and behind him, the black-robed Taoist priests appeared one by one.
Chu nightning said sharply: "Quick! Take them away!"
No choice.
Even if the ink burns, even if there is more uncertainty and instability in the heart, after all, it can only retreat with everyone. Xue Meng refused to go, and was dragged forward by Xue Zhengyong, and there was only one left in the Dragon Soul Pool Hall. Chu nightning alone, and those mysterious monks who are getting together more and more.
The dragon soul pool was boiling, and the orange-yellow light shone through the cool stone wall.
Chu night Ning stood alone, and Tian Wenyan's current flowed, reflecting his sharp eyes like a pair of bayonets.
He looked at the mysterious black-clothed man at the head.
And that man, through the heavy covering, looked at him faintly.
The man stood quietly, and someone behind him couldn't bear his temper. He wanted to take the lead and shouted, "How dare you stand in the way of so many people by yourself? How arrogant! Come on, I'll teach you your great tricks!"
But the man hadn't swept away a zhang, but the man in black suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it.
The man exclaimed, "Your Majesty?!"
The man in black ignored him, and he didn't even turn his head. He still stared at Chu Wanning's face, but the blue veins on his hands burst, and he heard a crisp sound of "click". Twisted his neck and threw it to the ground at will.
Chu nightning slightly changed color-
Did this man even kill himself
"What are you, you are also worthy of the master strokes of Master Chu." The man understated it and walked slowly towards Chu Wanning.
Behind him, no one dared to move.
Chu nightning asked across the sky and said sternly: "Who is your Excellency?"
The man stopped when he heard his words.
He was standing not far from Chu nightning, and there was a strange and inexplicable emotion in his eyes. After a while, he chuckled and said: "After many years, I can't think of you and I will meet again, you The first sentence I said to this seat was actually not bland or salty."
"...how did I know you?"
"Oh, don't you know? Chu nightning, you are always so ruthless." The man went forward, this time he did not stop. And Chu nightning has always been stubborn, and it is impossible to retreat.
So the man walked straight to him, and the distance was extremely dangerous and abrupt.
Chu nightning's hand was cold, and he raised his palm and fell.
Such a good skill, as fast as lightning, was easily grabbed by the man's wrist.
"Actually, I have learned this trick many times." The man bowed his head, stared at Chu Wanning's face, and reflected all the details on this face, his eyes were almost greedy, "But you seem to have forgotten all about it. already."
Chu nightning was stared at by him like this, only to feel that the cold hair was upright.
He has never been a person who is afraid of the strong, but the things in this man's eyes are too complicated and too hideous, as if hiding earth-shattering truths and secrets: "Who are you... Who are you?!"
"Do you want this seat to remind you?" The man said solemnly, the strength in his hand was so great that Chu nightning couldn't break free.
"The first time you used this trick was when I was sixteen years old. You taught me to fight with close quarters. You told me that this attack seems simple, but it is difficult to learn. Let me practice hard and don't slack off. "
Chu night Ning suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.
There was a smile in the man's eyes, and there was also a strange light in his eyes.
"The second time you made this move, when you and I were in the decisive battle, I was caught off guard and was hit by you and was severely injured."
He took the hand of Chu Wanning and pressed it to the place of his heart without hesitation.
Chu nightning suddenly found that this man did not have any heartbeat.
like a corpse.
"You... who are you?"
"Don't worry." The man soaked every word between his lips and teeth, and then fed it sweetly to his ears. He got closer now, almost against Chu nightning's face.
He said in his ear, "The third time you did this trick, it was on my bed."
"… "
"I want to get on you, you said it was enough, and you refused to agree." He Shi Shiran, but the strength in his hand was so strong, he clenched Chu Wanning's wrist tightly and forced his hand along his chest. Sliding all the way down, and finally going to a very private place.
Chu nightning was like being stung by a snake and scorpion, and his color changed suddenly, and he was going to fight with him.
The man seemed to be familiar with all his body techniques, and he easily dismantled the move, and then he held him in his arms, not without affection, and murmured mercilessly: "What do you say, Chu nightning This seat was supposed to kill you and destroy you, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you have changed, and I have changed, but when I see you and smell you, it still hardens very quickly. ."
"You, you let me go!!" Chu nightning never thought that things would turn out like this, his face was white and red, red and white, and the whole person seemed to be fainted, but he also earned life and death Do not open the restraint of that person.
He was like a web of heaven and earth, sticking like spider silk, entangling him, hugging him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he held him in his arms, forced, domineering, hideous, and crazy.
Narrow and sticky.
"It hurts so hard, it swells so hard."
"I kill you!!"
The man seemed to be amused, smiled suddenly, let go of his hand, Chu nightning's killing heart suddenly started, and his actions were fierce and fierce, and he really wanted to kill him with one blow.
The cloak fluttered, and he retreated in a hurry, fluttering like a paper kite, landing steadily on the blue brick surface.
But the cover was not spared, and was split in half by Chu nightning, fell off, and shattered on the ground.
The man did not look up, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood.
He was silent for a moment in the shadow, and then sighed: "You can't change your temper, you can't change it, it's the same wherever you go. But Chu Wanning, Chu Zongshi..."
The man in black raised his hand, and a dark wind came from behind.
He caught it neatly.
Chu nightning glimpsed at a glance, it was actually the Shenwu Mo knife that appeared in the Xuanyuan Hui auction before, and it was also one of the five hundred battles that Xu Shuanglin collected.
The man rubbed his head and did not return, in a slow and vicious tone.
"Are you really willing to kill me?"
After saying this, he raised his head abruptly.
The hood fell.
Chu nightning only felt a basin of ice water in his head, his body was drenched in frost and snow, and his mind was buzzing, it was numb...
In the gloomy hall, the black-clothed man had handsome eyebrows and pale face. His smile contained evil spirits and lingering feelings. He was both a calamity and a monster. He grinned, revealing white teeth.
"Step on the emperor, the ink is burning and the ink is raining."
Without returning to the sheath, the frost and cold illuminated his dark purple eyes.
Stepping Xianjun smiles like a ghost, like a tiger and a wolf.
"Please respect the teacher."
The author has something to say: 2:00 is the soul that passed through after 0.5% died, and has always been a person. This is nothing to say, otherwise, what is the rebirth text, so you don't need to expect any kind of gods like dreaming to unfold, other Don't rush to ask the details, I'll talk about it later. Regarding the soul already in 2.0, the soul was lost at 0.5, so it should not exist, but why is he still able to come out? This is not a bug, you don't need to catch this bug~ I like to play a little excitement, I don't want spoilers, and I can abandon the text at will. I have said it many times. I will not modify any plot according to anyone's wishes. Interesting suggestion, I don’t write to please anyone, I just write about what I like, and I produce food for people who have the same hobby, so I don’t need to tell me [I don’t think how to write it. Collapse, I think how to write it is correct, I think he can't do it, how to write it in line with the character] This kind of words, thank you