"How..." Mo Ran took a step back, shook his head and muttered, "How is it possible? It's really you...?"
"Yes, it is this seat."
Stepping Xianjun looked at him slowly, and then smiled: "Well... I was thinking that after you were reborn, I probably don't remember too much about the past life, but looking at you now, it seems that you are still very clear?"
"… "
"And looking at your expression, you seem to have guessed the existence of this seat. In that case, it's not too stupid."
The ink burned, he had a lot to say, and those words slammed out of his throat, but the last one who broke out of the siege was an unbelievable roar: "But you are clearly dead!!!"
"Oh?"
"You have taken poison as early as in Wushan Temple. The king of poisonous poison has no chance of life! You died in front of the Tongtian Tower and were buried in the coffin under the flower tree, you are already dead!!"
Stepping Xianjun chuckled: "This reason is not sufficient."
He said, slowly raising his eyes, showing a bitter smile, his eyes were like the sharp beak of a bird of prey at this moment, and he wanted to peck and pierce Master Mo's body.
"Why don't you tell me something for you?" He spoke softly, with the calmness of playing with others, and chuckled, "Yes, this seat is indeed dead, which is the best proof that this seat has been driven by Yan. People, stand in front of you right now."
Ink burning: "..."
"Because you are the soul that escaped from this seat." Ta Xianjun laughed, "The most benevolent master Mo, across the rolling red dust, people often come to tell this seat, your... how to say, hero Act of kindness?"
He grinned.
"You're so funny. I thought you didn't remember too much of your past life, so you can pretend to be nothing. But you actually remember it all."
"..." The ink burned and clenched the back molars.
"Hey, Master Mo, do you think that as long as you stay silent, no one will know the truth? Do you think that as long as you put down the butcher's knife, you can start over? Most importantly, do you think..."
Stepping on Xianjun slammed into the hands more ruthlessly, choking the neck of Chu nightning, the nails were deeply immersed in the flesh, and the skin of Chu nightning was bruised, frowning and anger, but could not say a word.
"Do you think that there is no fire in my world, and I will still be kind and benevolent, so that you can enjoy the light alone?"
"Don't touch him!"
Stepping Xianjun sneered: "Don't touch him? Don't you think it's absurd for you to say this to this seat?"
He was holding Chu nightning, slowly, going around in circles.
He and Mo Ran are looking at each other.
Step Xianjun is staring at Mo Zongshi.
Mo Ran is staring at Mo Weiyu.
The past life is staring at the present life.
Treading Xianjun is mocking him: "How did this seat move him, don't you know? Now he is swaying again, what a good person."
"Don't say it!"
"Huh? Why don't you say it? Don't you think those things are not interesting or pleasant? After many years of absence, life and death are fleeting, don't you think you should take it out for a pleasant chat?"
The ink can't help shaking his head. His face is probably more ugly than Chu nightning at the moment. He is angry and helpless, guilty and desperate: "Don't say it."
"Oh, you just want this seat to shut up? It's really interesting, our wise and benevolent Master Mo, it seems like..." Ta Xianjun thought about it and spit out three words, "I'm afraid."
The ink burned and couldn't wait any longer. He watched Chu nightning being tightly strangled in the arms of the emperor, and his heart was full of rage. He didn't know what to do, he just wanted to block the mouth of the devil in front of him, and he just wanted to sink all the ugly and all the past into the ground and seal it in a coffin.
Seeing the ghost light up, he suddenly attacked Immortal Ta, the red spark was crackling, and the flame was more fierce than ever before.
Avoiding the attack, Step Xianjun's expression changed slightly: "... Tianwen?"
No, he had already come up with the answer after speaking, and this red glowing Liu Teng was not a question from heaven.
"... Your new Shenwu is very interesting." Step Xianjun's face was slightly complicated. He stared at the rattan whip for a moment, and then looked up when the ink burned, his expression became a little colder.
"In that case..."
He said floating and swept away, and handed Chu nightning to a subordinate behind him, and then raised his hand and summoned him and did not return, "Come, confront this seat. This seat is curious, whether he is holding it and not returning. When he is fierce, he is still fierce when he is carrying a vine whip."
Saying that, Stepping Xianjun's finger wiped the Mo Dao inch by inch, and the blue light of no return surged, and the spiritual power was quenched to the peak.
At the same time, Mo Zongshi's fingers brushed the willow vines inch by inch, the ghostly red light overflowed, and the flames burned fiercely.
"Fire attribute?" Step Xianjun sneered, "Although I am the spiritual core of wood and fire dual attributes, I clearly remember that I am better at using wood, not fire. Why did you change your temper?"
Mo Ran was silent, he looked cold and solemn, pursed his lips tightly, and there was a hint of sternness in his eyes.
Those were the eyes of a man who was standing on the edge of a cliff and was crumbling.
"Zheng!"
Two almost identical tall postures jumped up and collided fiercely in midair, slaughtering and fighting.
Seeing ghosts and no return roared silently, flowing out a turbulent spiritual current, like a dragon meeting a giant whale, the flood smashed into the beast, and the bricks and stones of the Dragon Soul Temple were splashed all over the place, and the stone and sand were scattered. The magma of the Dragon Blood Pond was sprayed several feet high and fell to the ground.
Everyone has spirits under their feet, so that they will not be scalded by the overflowing lava water.
Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi were no exception. The two of them fought fiercely against each other. The black shadow rushed to the black, the bloody eyes stared at the desperate, every move was the pinnacle, and the flames surged!
There was another sharp whistle of the weapon. The two of them pointed their toes and flew in the air. The rattan whip and Mo Dao collided, and the splash of spiritual power reflected the two pale faces.
One comes back to life.
A life is better than death.
During the power struggle, a thousand piles of snow surged up in the eyes of Teng Xianjun, and he shouted sharply: "If you don't return, you will temper your spirit!"
Mo Zongshi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Damn it, quenching the spirit."
In an instant, their own spiritual power rushed into the Shenwu, and the two Shenwu each gave a brilliant light, and Lie Hong and Youbi slammed into each other to fight - in the end, they only heard the sound of "bang" explosion, and they hit the ink without returning. The burning shoulder pierced the left arm of Ta Xianjun.
Both of them groaned, one left and one right, each fell to the ground, panting, not feeling the pain of the wound at all, and all focus on each other. They are like beasts fighting in a cage. Either you die or I live.
Stepping Xianjun's eyes are dark: "You make the tricks and styles of the vine whip too much like him."
"He" naturally refers to Chu Wanning.
Mo Zongshi did not want to entangle with Ta Xianjun more, and his eyes were killing: "Aren't you going to get out?!"
"Let me get out of here?" Stepping Xianjun sneered, "Mo Weiyu, what qualifications do you have? You have been wearing sheepskin for a long time, you should not forget that you still have sheep's blood on your lips."
Without saying a word, he rose up again and fought a lore. Stepping Xianjun swept over, the lava boiled under his feet, and the sparks splashed, but his every move was not clear, he seemed to be watching his reflection in the lake, on the eve of stepping on Xianjun's knife. He suddenly retreated a few feet back, and his feet were also scorching hot, and the fire was rushing.
Between the two of them advancing and retreating, they raised their hands and gestures, and they were not surprised by the other party. In the blink of an eye, the peak duel was more than a hundred rounds, but they were not evenly matched, and neither could take advantage of the other.
The ink-burning forehead is full of fine sweat, and the emperor is also panting deeply. They are still lingering, staring, and turning round and round.
Sweat seeped into the dark eyebrows, stopped for a moment, and then dripped down suddenly.
Mo Ran gritted his teeth and whispered: "What are you doing all this for?"
"I've said it before, there is no Sui Ren in this world, so don't think about swallowing the last fire alone."
The ink burned suddenly and angrily: "That is your last fire!!"
"But I can't get him in this seat." Stepping Xianjun Senran said, "What's more, is there any difference between you and me? This seat is full of blood, so you are clean? Why can this seat only be alone in the long night, drunk and dreaming, you But you can guard the teacher, guard Chu Wanning, guard your ridiculous uncle and cousin - why are you?"
The ink burned when he heard what he said, and suddenly he was stunned. After a while, he said: "You have got it."
"… "
Mo Ran looked at himself in his previous life. He kept saying it in his heart, but he never said anything, so he murmured: "What you got, you stepped on him yourself. ... You put out him by yourself. ."
Ta Xianjun's expression suddenly became extremely dangerous, the bridge of his nose was slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be evil floods in his pupils, he was so gloomy that he even changed his self-proclaimed unknowingly: "I ruined him. It's ridiculous. How do you know that he didn't destroy me?"
"You don't even know the truth about the cracking of the sky back then!"
"I don't need to know." Stepping Xianjun said sensibly, "Mo Weiyu, everything is too late. I think this is good, as long as he is alive, he is my person, and I can hold him in my palm, and he will be happy. It doesn't matter whether you are unwilling, hate me, or blame me. It doesn't matter."
He paused: "I only want to see him."
The burning voice was boiled with anger and pain, and was torn by shame and trembling, and he trembled slightly: "You have destroyed him once. You have to destroy yourself, and you have to destroy it. He in this world... the second time... "
Stepping on Xianjun's face, his pear vortex was deep, and he looked back and forth at the burning face.
Then he said, "What can be destroyed? Don't you think so? It doesn't matter whether this person is dead or alive, as long as you can hold it in the palm of your hand, you can do anything."
Mo Ran shook his head, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "You are wrong. You shouldn't treat him like this, he... He is the best person in the world to treat you."
"It's so absurd." Step Xianjun's smile tightened suddenly, "He is the best person in the world? What about the teacher? Master Mo, don't you think you are ridiculous? The person you should care about is obviously always gentle. When you never despise your teacher Mingjing, you told me that Chu nightning is the best person in the world? Do you know what you are talking about?"
"It's you who don't know what you're talking about!"
They were close to each other, and their spiritual energy hissed and collided.
The burning eyes are red.
"He treats you with all his heart, but he is stupid, many things... Many things have been done so stupidly, he doesn't tell you. Sober up, the person you like is not a teacher at all, so why have you ever thought about it over the years? Have you ever thought of a teacher? When you were lying on the empty bed in the Wushan Temple, who were you thinking about?"
"... This seat does not deny that he is very cool." Stepping Xianjun said indifferently, "But so what. He can never replace the teacher."
When Mo Ran heard him say this, he was clearly his previous life, but he was so angry that his blood surged and his head buzzed. He gritted his teeth and said: "You are not allowed to humiliate him."
Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes: "Why, you are protecting him so much now, are you getting together with him again?"
"… "
"Have you ever had sex with him in your life?"
His narrow eyes were like snakes.
The strength and spiritual power in the hands of the two did not stop, and the powerful techniques even made the other chess pieces unable to support, and some people even curled up on the ground.
Stepping Xianjun first stared at Mo Ran for a while, and then his eyes slanted and fell on Chu Wanning, and then he murmured: "Mo Zongshi, I heard that in this world, the teacher is still alive, but you just Do it to him."
The ink burned for a while, and I really didn't know how to argue with such a guy who came from the door of life and death, and didn't know how to resurrect.
Finally he said: "What about you? Now that you come to this world, the teacher is still alive and well. But when I came in, why did you hold my master tightly?"
"Your master?" Step Xianjun rolled his eyes and looked sarcastic, "Oh, who is your master in this seat, you know it yourself."
"… "
"You said if I could hug him."
Mo Ran wanted him to let go of Chu nightning, and said, "You are right to start a teacher like this?"
"The teacher is such a pure person, and he can't be blasphemed." Stepping Xianjun is not fooled, lazily, "But Chu nightning is different, he looks cold, invincible, strong and conceited, but he fucks What kind of debauchery looks like, have you forgotten?"
Mo Ran didn't expect that he would say so lewd and straightforward, but he was stunned.
Then he couldn't help but think of Chu nightning's sullen look under him, and what's more, although he didn't want it, he thought of Chu nightning in the most violent and largest dose of love in the previous life. Under the medicine, he finally succumbed to desire, entangled with himself wildly, actively catered to, sweaty, beast-like intense sex and love.
The pair of phoenix eyes with unwillingness and shame, but misted with water vapor, closed slightly, Chu nightning's eyes were out of focus, his lips were slightly opened, and he couldn't stop breathing...
He closed his eyes abruptly and opened them again, full of anger inside: "I'm not the same as you at all! I've been in my life... I'm still..."
"How's it going?" This time, Step Xianjun was puzzled.
He feels that he has never pity Chu Wanning, so he can't imagine the love and restraint of the ink burning on the bed.
After a while, he suddenly realized from the angry and embarrassed eyes of the other party, but after realizing it, he was more stunned.
"You are joking?"
"… "
"Haven't you been with him yet..."
The ink burned and the silver teeth were shattered, and the red light was almost materialized, tearing the entire Dragon Soul Hall to pieces.
Ta Xianjun suddenly laughed: "Master Mo, at this moment I suddenly feel that you and I have nothing to do with you, are you still me? Huh?"
The two of them, one is like a mad dog, the other is like a loyal dog.
Crazy, grinning and laughing.
The loyal and obedient were silent and sullen, stubbornly and firmly confronted him.
It's just that when he faced the monstrous outdated he once cast, the overwhelmed look on the loyal dog's face was really, extremely pitiful and helpless.
Under the confrontation, the victory and defeat are really indistinguishable.
Stepping on Xianjun gradually got a little tired.
He suddenly said: "Okay, enough to play with you. Master Mo, let's see Zhenzhang."
He said, with a wave of his hand, those precious chess pieces who had previously obeyed his orders and stood still on the edge were slaughtered and slaughtered.
"Is this your real chapter?"
Stepping Xianjun exited the fierce battle circle, walked towards Chu Wanning, and sneered while walking: "The chess pieces made by this seat are naturally the combat power of this seat, how can it not be a true chapter."
Mo Ran watched him carry it and did not return, took the blood-stained blade and patted Chu Wanning's cheek gently, and then raised his hand and pinched Chu Wanning's face, all sweetly talking to the other party.
He couldn't bear it any longer. Under his anger, he forgot that there seemed to be some kind of connection between Chu nightning and no return. He shouted: "No return!!"
The Mo Dao flashed lightly, and it really shook in the palm of Tread Xianjun's hand. It seemed to hesitate and struggle.
It doesn't know who to listen to.
Ta Xianjun raised his brows slightly and looked down at his knife: "Oh? Do you want to listen to him?"
However, it was this sound that Chu nightning suddenly suffered from intracranial fissure.
Those dreams that I once had, those messy fragments, like sand and gravel, rolled into my mind.
Scarlet tents, pungent hides.
Body entanglement.
The foreign minister of the hall couldn't afford to kneel, and the maid's arrogance laughed.
Treading Xianjun noticed his strangeness, raised his hand to release his silencing spell, and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Chu nightning did not answer, he was already in pain, and the whole head seemed to be split-
He saw the ashes that covered the sky, the crab-blue sky was floating and filled with dead ashes, and a man in black with big sleeves stood between the sky and the earth, corpses everywhere, and life was charred.
"Master." The man turned back, it was a burning face, grinned, and smiled evilly.
He held a bright red object in his hand.
If you look closely, it is a puchi puchi, still beating heart.
"You are finally here, are you here to stop me?"
With a little force on his hand, the heart burst open in his hand, revealing the dazzling spiritual core inside, and the ink burned and absorbed the spiritual core into his palm.
He walked towards him, approaching step by step.
"I can't imagine that you and I have been mentoring and apprentice for half a lifetime. In the end, we still can't escape this duel."
"!"
Chu nightning closed his eyes suddenly, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, and the blood flowed wildly.
Stepping Xianjun felt that his expression was wrong, raised his fingertips, touched his cheek, and then broke his chin: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"..." Chu nightning trembled slightly under his fingertips.
Treading Xianjun became more and more misunderstood, and frowned: "It didn't hurt you very much, why did you become so unbeatable?"
Seeing that Chu nightning still didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows and seemed to want to say something, but before he spoke, he heard a heavy cracking sound outside.
Stepping Xianjun slightly changed color: "Someone forcibly broke the barrier of Jiaoshan?"
His eyes flashed, and he turned his head abruptly.
But seeing an apricot-yellow shadow flying over, the momentum was astonishingly fast, and the number of paths was eerie and gloomy, drifting like a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, Chu nightning has been captured by the man.
The ink burned: "Master!"
Stepping on Xianjun said: "Wanning!"
"… "
The two men who shouted at the same time glanced at each other, and there was disgust in each other's eyes, but soon, Mo Ran and Ta Xianjun turned their heads again, staring at the uninvited guest who was floating in the air and the cassock flew.
Guilty Master.
The face of guilt is not so good-looking. Compared with five years ago, his expression is a lot withered, but the sharpness in his eyes has not been reduced by half, and it is still like a river of light, ripples and waves.
The ink burned his heart and he didn't know why he suddenly appeared here, but since this person is willing to use the technique of rebirth to save Chu Wanning, it will not be harmful to the master.
But Ta Xianjun had never seen him before, and his expression became dangerous: "What a little bald donkey, where did he get out of? He should also be the enemy of this seat."
Glancing at him with guilt, his eyes fell on Mo Ran again.
He didn't seem to be too surprised because the two Mo Weiyu appeared at the same time. On his face, there was more of a look of worry than surprise at the moment.
"The ink donor." With a wave of the sinful robe sleeves, there are too many people here. In order not to let Ta Xianjun hear it, he passed this sentence to the ink burning ear with a sound transmission, "I can't stay here for a long time. , you come to Dragon Blood Mountain to see me."
He paused and added three words: "Must be fast."
After all, just like when it came, go like a gust of wind, and disappear in an instant. No matter these precious chess pieces or Jiaoshan's enchantment, they didn't seem to be able to stop him.
Even for a moment, the ink burned to see that a monk had grabbed his arm, but the next moment the guilty figure was far outside the temple door, and the monk had nothing in his hand, only a cold ball left. Air.
Stepping Xianjun wanted to catch up, but unexpectedly there was a sharp whistle in the sky at this time, his face condensed, and he scolded: "This time?"
The whistle was sharp and ear-piercing, and his eyebrows were twisted into a river, and he glanced at the ink. Although he was unwilling, his fingers were still a little in the air: "You count your fate, and you will have a chance to fight with me next time."
After saying that, he led the billowing chess pieces and quickly withdrew to the direction of the Soul Calling Stage.
This fierce battle came fiercely and went swiftly.
For a while, the guilt disappeared, and the stepping fairy disappeared. There was no one left in the Dragon Soul Hall. The ink burned out of the soul-calling platform, but I saw stepping on the fairy jumping up and moving towards the black The center of the formation was swept away, and those precious chess pieces followed, one by one, and were swallowed up by the boundless darkness in an instant.
After the last wave of cultivators entered, the formation immediately shrank and distorted, dissipating in the night sky, leaving only an Emei moon on the horizon, glowing with scarlet streaks.
The door of life and death in time and space is closed.
Mo Ran stood on the conjuring stage where the wind was flying, and he looked at the boundless night and the mess on the ground. He only felt cold and cold, and he couldn't recover for a long time. All this was like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He knew clearly in his heart that everything today was just the beginning.
He... is a ghost born from the dead.
Some things are only sooner or later, and there is no way to escape.
The heinous crimes he once committed were like a sword hanging over his head.
Finally asked him the guilt and asked him for his life.
He seemed to see Ta Xianjun's ferocious eyes that seemed to glow with red light, and said with a grin, "Atonement? How to atone? You and I are the same. You, never think about washing your blood off your body."
He saw Xue Meng in his previous life roaring at him heart-rendingly: "Mo Weiyu! I can't wait to slash you with a thousand swords! I won't forgive you for the reincarnation of my life!"
He heard the terrifying sound of Song Qiutong falling into the boiling oil and a momentary scream. He heard Ye Wangxi say that none of the seventy cities in Huanghuang Rufengmen were men. He saw Xu Shuanglin standing in front of Ye Wangxi. Resolve and Anxiety—
"Father!!"
The sound is like a cone into the ear.
Bleeding.
Finally, in the shaking light and shadow, in the stinky past, in yesterday's nightmare, he saw a figure of a person.
White and peaceful.
Standing under the begonia tree, and then turning his head, he smiled slightly between the sky and clouds.
"Ink burns."
"… "
"It's me who betrays you, and I don't complain about life or death."
He knelt down abruptly. After all night's bloody battle, he was now in a mess, and his body was covered in blood. Under the reflection of the blue sky and bright moon, he was stunned for a while, and then he curled up like an ant. He hunched on the ground, whimpering and trembling.
"Master... Master..."
He wailed, he choked: "It's not like that... that's not me... please... please... that's not me..."
"I want to go back, I want to start all over again, I can pay whatever price I want, please..."
"I can take out my heart, as long as you don't let me die in the name of Stepping Immortal."
"I really... really don't want to be that person anymore... please..."
He thought of Xue Meng, and thought of the teacher.
He thought of the bunch of candied haws handed by Xue Meng when he was a child, and told him that he liked it or not.
He thought of Xue Meng holding his shirt in tears before leaving, and told him, brother, don't lie to me.
He thought of when he was a teenager, Shi Mei came to see him with a steaming hand, and told him, Ah Ran, I have no parents, and we will be a family in the future, okay
He thought of the teacher's eyes on the soul-monitoring stage, and blood and tears flowed down. He said, in fact, you have never understood me.
Then he thought of Xue Zhengyi and Madam Wang.
Thinking of how they died in the previous life, thinking of Xue Meng's face immersed in the blood and hatred.
He thought of Chu nightning.
He choked suddenly.
His fingers clawed on the ground tightly, so hard, the knuckles were frayed, and the skin was ripped apart.
"What to do... what to do..."
He was like a trapped beast that had been whipped to the point that its skin was torn apart and its muscles and bones were blurred, and he howled in despair and grief.
At this time, he suddenly understood that he had thought that Treading Xianjun was a person who came out of this red dust, so what about him? Why not. He suddenly didn't know how big the world is, where is peace, he suddenly didn't know that his old friend was still there, and who could forgive him.
He is extra.
He was curled up, he was shaking.
He howled, he hugged himself.
It was like in a mass burial place many years ago, next to the rotting bones of my mother.
He was in tears, not knowing where to stop, not knowing where his home was.
At this moment he was even more miserable than when he was a child—
He was suddenly not so sure, who was he, Mo Weiyu
Stepping on the Immortal Emperor, Master Mo.
The blood of the seventh generation of the Nangong family is the second son who was retrieved from the top of the dead.
The most heinous devil.
A virtuous master who is kind to others.
All of a sudden, he became a piece of debris, and the edges and corners of each fragment were sharp enough to destroy him thousands of times and stab him to pieces.
died.
alive.
He is all alone.
"I'm not Stepping Xianjun..." He murmured coldly. The hall was too cold, and every inch of muscle was trembling. He closed his eyes, tears fell, and he whimpered, "I'm not Stepping Immortal... what should I do... I really don't know what to do... Forgive me. I… spare me…”
But who should I ask for mercy? Chu nightning? Your past self? The countless ghosts who died under their own hands? Or to the fate of the ups and downs.
No one can give him forgiveness, no one can give it.
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, and in this empty world, he finally choked up:
"What the hell am I...what else can I do..."