At the same time, at the foot of Mount Jiao, all the monks had successfully escaped, except for those from Jiangdongtang. At the moment of stepping out of the barrier, although they knew that they were not out of danger, many people were exhausted and slumped to the ground.
Ma Yun rolled her eyes and lay on a big rock and cried, "I can't do it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, all my friends, go back to your home and be on guard. I really don't have the strength to fight any more."
Jiang Xi said: "The mysterious magic circle and the people who came out of the magic circle have not been thoroughly investigated. Now go back?"
"Then what can we do? If we still have the energy to fight them, we won't be so embarrassed to escape."
Master Xuanjing also said: "Sect Master Jiang, let's listen to the owner of Ma Zhuang this time. Instead of fighting stubbornly here and ending up in a heroic and miserable situation, it's better to go back to regroup and prepare again."
Jiang Xi pursed her lips and did not speak, looking at the person at the top of death and life. But Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng looked very slack, looking at the main trail of Jiaoshan until one person swept in the billowing dust.
"Ink burning..." Xue Meng murmured.
Mo Ran was the last one to leave the enchantment of Jiaoshan Mountain. He frowned, glanced at everyone, and said: "It's Zhenlong chess, maybe it's related to the life and death door of the first forbidden technique, if so, where to come out. I don't know who it will be, you all go quickly, don't wait here to die, your life is the most important thing."
He paused, then said to Jiang Xi: "Head Jiang, please take everyone to Linlingyu, where it is protected by the Xuanwu barrier and can resist Hua Binan for a while. In addition, the noble sect is the Yaozong, the Chinese It's easy to get rid of the gu poison if you know the heart-piercing worm."
Jiang Xi asked, "How about you?"
"Master is still on the mountain. I'll go back and help him after you leave. After all this is settled, I will meet with your sect."
Jiang Xi didn't speak for a long time. At the end, he raised his arms and folded his arms. He snorted with Mo Ran and said, "Hou Jun Gu Yue Ye, farewell."
The group of people were injured, tired, and disabled, and they were ready to leave the place of right and wrong with Jiang Xi. The ink burned and called him again.
"Sect Master Jiang!"
"Master Mo, is there anything else?"
The ink burned and said: "Miss Ye..."
"I know, Jiang will not let anyone hurt her any more."
The ink burned and I was relieved. Jiang Xi and the others have gone far, but the people at the top of the dead haven't moved. Xue Zhengyong patrolled for a long time, stepped forward and frowned and said hoarsely: "Ran'er, what the hell is going on?"
The ink burned and looked at the uncle and looked at the cousin, and there was a sudden sadness in his heart, but he forced a smile: "It's a long story, it's a story. Uncle, you lead Xue Meng to go first, and then I will tell the whole story. I will tell you all."
Xue Meng didn't want to wait so long. He was burning with fire and said: "No, how can you be a Confucianist? You have always grown up on the top of life and death, you-you-"
He "you" for a long time, and finally with red eyes, he squeezed out a sentence: "You are my brother, right?"
The ink burned staring at him.
Xue Meng was trembling, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still trembling.
His dazed and sad look was so pitiful, the ink burned his throat and he didn't know what to say.
Finally, he stepped forward and patted Xue Meng's shoulder.
"When I first came to the top of life and death, you didn't want to recognize me." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, and he didn't dare to look at Xue Mengyuan's open, steamy eyes.
Those eyes were too clean and too hot.
And he is dirty.
He fears.
Xue Meng was silent for a long time before speaking, his voice was hoarse: "... Can you give me a word?"
He clenched Longcheng tightly, and the ink burned to him the spar, the machete inlaid for him.
He held it like a life-saving floating weed.
In just one night, he saw Nangong Si throwing himself into the pond to kill the dragon, and saw that the teacher's eyes were destroyed and his life and death were unknown. He saw the ink burned with blood and opened the seal that only the people of the Nangong family could open.
He was out of breath and felt like he was about to drown.
The ink burned in my heart and couldn't bear it: "...Okay. I'll give you this exact sentence."
He held Xue Meng's shoulders, he didn't know who was trembling, whether it was Xue Meng or himself, but that was no longer important, he looked at Xue Meng's eyes, word by word.
"Listen, I've never been a Confucianist. In my life, I've never done anything to hurt the peak of life and death. If possible, I'd like to serve the sect for the rest of my life."
Xue Meng moved his lips and seemed to want to say something, but before the words were spoken, the tears rolled down first. He tried to bite his lower lip and bit it for a while, but collapsed: "The teacher said that I never understood him. , Actually... Actually, I never understand you... I used to be too self-willed, I never thought about it for you, I didn't understand anything, I didn't know anything... But... But... "
He paused, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"But I actually really care about you. I will never scold you again, and I will never bully the teacher again... I think everything is the same as before... As long as things can become the same as before." Said finally , he was already sobbing, "Brother, don't lie to me..."
He is like this, where the ink burns can't bear to watch anymore, he pushed Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyi's side, his voice is low and moist, like the thick dew on the flowers at dawn.
"Be obedient, let's go with uncle, and when this matter is settled, I will come to you right away."
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the Jiaoshan Barrier, dropped the seal, and never looked back.
The bricks and tiles in the main hall of the Dragon Soul Pond were broken and the stone pillars fell. The Mo knife that stepped on Xianjun was placed between the neck of Chu nightning, and the force was a little harder, and the dazzling blood was smeared from under the skin and stained on the black blade.
Chu night Ning closed his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Master, in this fight, you were too distracted."
"… "
"You're not attentive." Stepping Xianjun pulled him up from the ground, raised his finger, and Mo Dao disappeared instantly, but he also cast the strongest restraining spell on Chu nightning, Youbi's streamer will be He was firmly bound, and he squeezed Chu's chin and forced him to look up.
"Tell me, what are you thinking about?"
Chu nightning slowly opened his eyes, and the reflection of his eyes was the face that was extremely familiar and unfamiliar.
He felt trembling.
He knows that this is not a burning ink, but this person's every move is so similar to the burning ink, and what is even more terrifying is that he suddenly found that this face he seemed to have seen in a dream.
How many times have I been entangled in love with ink burning in a dream, it seems to be this slightly pale and thin face, with evil dormant in the handsome, no warmth in the dark eyes, only fierce, only madness.
"Actually, even if you don't say it, this seat will know." He said slowly, "Master must be thinking, who am I, what am I talking nonsense about, and where did I come from? ."
His fingertips rubbed the cheeks of Chu nightning intimately.
"No hurry. These... This seat can tell you slowly. By the way-" His eyes moved down and fell on Chu Wanning's left hand.
"Jiuge and Huaisha, don't even think about summoning. This seat has been on guard for a long time and will not repeat the mistakes of the past."
Hearing him mention the names of his other two Shenwu, Chu nightning's face became more and more ugly, although his phoenix eyes were gloomy, but there was confusion in it. Ta Xianjun was probably pleased by his stubborn and dazed expression, and he laughed softly.
He touched Chu nightning's face: "What's the matter, I think I know Jiuge and Huaisha, you are surprised? But it's no wonder that this seat has already received the news before coming, and I still know this world. This seat knows , the 'I' of this time and space has not yet stepped on the sea of corpses and blood, forcing you to draw swords against him. 'He' naturally has never seen those two gods."
"This earthly... you?"
Stepping on Xianjun but not answering with a smile.
Chu nightning suddenly had a very creepy feeling, and felt that this ink burning looked at his expression, very much like looking at a corpse, a fantasy, his eyes were too naked and naked, too crazy, and there was a lush green inside. Emotions, so vast that they would drive any normal person crazy.
"The door of life and death in time and space." He said slowly, "Master must be very clear about this forbidden technique."
"!"
"In another cultivation world, Master, you have been dead for many years."
He looked at Chu nightning's increasingly pale face, and watched the last bit of blood disappear under the other's skin. Ta Xianjun looked at him, his eyes shining brightly.
Suddenly, like Li Pei unsheathed, the dragon broke the water.
This person's calm mood seems to be stretched to the extreme. He suddenly picks up Chu nightning, and gradually becomes a little crazy: "Yes... That's it, this is the face."
"… "
"It's this face... I look at your face, I look at you lying on the red lotus water pavilion like a living dead, every day and every night... There is no blood on your face, your body is rotten but never again You can speak and can't open your eyes. You are already dead in that world of self-cultivation—you take revenge on me!"
He took a deep breath, his eyes glowing brightly.
Desperate, flames and lightning surged inside, dragons and snakes danced.
"Chu nightning, I hate you. You leave me alone."
He said this, but raised his hand and hugged him, hugging him completely.
So hot.
like fire.
He was stung by this long-lost warmth, and a deep sigh came out of his throat, he wrapped his arms around him tightly, hugged him, wishing he could rub him into his bones and blood, swallow him into his heart, and live from now on, Dead or dead, warm or cold.
He was accompanied by martyrdom, no longer hanging in the shadows.
no no-
But Chu nightning's scalp was numb, and his eyes were black. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't understand, who died? Who is left alone
The gate of the Dragon Soul Pool opened again.
In the moving light and shadow, a person walked in a hurry, and that person called anxiously: "Master!"
Hundreds of soldiers are on alert, blocking the front.
When Emperor Ta Xian heard this voice, he was stunned at first, and then smiled coldly: "Who am I, it turns out to be 'he'." He waved his hand lazily and lazily, and said to the chess pieces following him: "All It's okay, let him in."
On the way, Mo Ran was thinking about the Zhenlong chess piece and the life and death gate of time and space. He felt that Hua Binan was by no means the last hand. If all this was designed by Hua Binan, there is no reason for him to harm Xu Shuanglin in front of the soul stage. , Xu Shuanglin would not recognize him.
So who will be the last hand
Zhenlong Bureau, the door of life and death, no return, two ancient legends twisted together in the world, one after another linked together, he had a crazy idea in his heart, this idea made him chill, but he didn't believe it , he ran all the way, he did not believe that all this would be true.
Until he broke into the Dragon Soul Palace.
Until he saw that person clearly.
The ink burned and only felt a buzzing sound in the brain, and the blood rushed into the brain. He was out of breath for a while, his lips moved, and his eyes were cracked.
Do not…
Do not!
How can this be true
The man in the hall, surrounded by the crowd, looked so contemptuous and cold, and his eyes were so contemptuous and playful.
He stared at the ink burning lightly.
The same eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the lips, the same face, rhythm, and physique.
The difference is only a millimeter. He seems to be looking in the mirror, and it is like seeing the ghostly and ghostly self of yesterday through the torrent of time.
Stepping Xianjun hooked the corner of his mouth and opened a bloody smile.
He took Chu nightning in front of him, and his fingertips lightly passed the corner of Chu nightning's lips, and he cast a silent spell, and then smiled at the person at the door:
"Well, Master Mo, I have heard about the reputation of Master Mo for a long time, and I am quite curious. Now that the door of life and death is open, you and I can finally meet."
He paused, his eyes flashed dimly, and he tapped with his white teeth, typing out two sweet and cold words.
"Happy to meet."