The former master and apprentice eventually turned against each other.
It was a battle of the top.
In the end, Chu Wanning was young and fierce because of the weak spiritual core.
"Stop struggling." The young demon became more and more arrogant as he fought. He grinned and smiled arbitrarily. He was nowhere to be seen and Huaisha collided with each other with swords.
The golden light shines on and off.
But Youbi's flames filled the eyes of the master and apprentice.
Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning's pale face, and then turned his eyes, looking at Huaisha's gradually scattered spiritual flow, his eyes were full of ridicule.
"You no longer have spiritual power. If you fight with me again, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud that you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and did not answer, and his thin lips were bloodless.
In the end, Huaisha's brilliance completely disappeared, and the ink burned to know that Chu nightning's spiritual power had been exhausted, and he laughed and laughed like a vulture.
"What else can you use to resist me? Wan Ye Yuheng... my superior master?"
Chu nightning was half kneeling on the ground with a sword, and the white clothes were stained with mottled blood.
He raised his eyes. At that time, the hatred of the ink was too deep. He only saw the determination in his eyes, but he could not see the sadness buried under the determination.
Years later, when Ta Xianjun took the poison and committed suicide, he unconsciously recalled the first fierce battle in his life.
He couldn't help but think that at that time, Chu nightning did report the determination to die to stop himself...
All living beings are the first and the last.
He once called him a villain and only spoke nicely.
But Chu nightning really did what he said.
- "Be kind."
said his master.
"Don't be evil."
Gold light flashed.
Mo Ran only had time to see the last calm in Wan Ning's eyes, and saw that the light in his palm was blazing. This Beidou Xianzun, this man who had no relatives or friends in the world of self-cultivation, re-called at the expense of his own spiritual core. Three gods came out.
Jiugetian asked Huaisha.
Qu Zizhi's pride, how much did Chu Wanning get
The mighty soldiers made of ink burned were finally suppressed by Chu Wanning with the power of the spiritual nucleus, and the black and white children were broken into ashes under the brilliance of Shenwu.
Strange to say, at that time, the ink burned on the opposite side of Chu nightning, a short distance away. He looked at this stubborn, desperate man, but he didn't stop him.
He was a little surprised, and looked a little curiously.
He wanted to know how far this thin lover in front of him could do for his so-called "beings".
He just looked at it that way.
Watching Chu Wanning exhaust the last inch of spiritual power.
The turbulent river tide subsided, and the yaque that covered the sun dissipated.
The controlled living people regained their consciousness one by one, and the controlled dead people closed their eyes again and fell asleep in the ground.
The ink burned like that.
He saw the core of the Big Dipper Xianzun shattered, saw the fall of Ning Guanghua in the night of Chu, and saw his master kneeling in front of him, and finally fell into the dust.
Mo Ran didn't have too many expressions at the time, his face was slightly sideways, and his mother's murmuring before his death was faintly heard in his ears. The kind-hearted woman stroked his cheek and said to him, "Repay your kindness, don't seek revenge."
After so many years, he heard such a familiar sentence again. Before Chu nightning offered his spiritual core, he said to him: "Read goodness, don't hold evil."
But he didn't do it.
There seemed to be endless resentment in his heart, and only blood could give him a moment of respite—
He annihilated the top of life and death, slaughtered Confucianism, killed thousands of monks, uncles and aunts, ruined several masters, made Tianchi red, and the mountains were full of bones.
In the end, the rebels surrounded the mountain, and he died in front of the tower.
These things are all his own experience, and the heinous crimes are all forged by him. In the appalling tragedy, he was the creditor, and he was stained with the blood of thousands of people, and the Zhenlong chess game cost thousands of lives.
It's him.
The ink burned in front of his eyes and he was dizzy, and he was forced to breathe.
Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan and pulled him out of the mud of memories. He recovered and saw that Mu Yanli's shoulder was stabbed by a chess piece, and blood splashed on his face.
"Pavilion Lord!"
"Master, be careful!"
The people from Tianyin Pavilion immediately embraced and protected Mu Yanli.
Mu Yanli took a breath, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay."
The Zhenlong chess piece in front of her pulled out a sword flower from the long sword in her hand, and under the eyes of the public, the chess piece neatly knelt down to the ink burning. He put on a mask, lowered his head and said, "The subordinates are not good for rescue, and the master is disturbed, and the crime deserves death."
The crowd was horrified.
"It's a chess piece controlled by ink!"
"He calls him master!"
The ink burned: "No... No..."
But who believed him
Who will believe him!
Mo Ran shook his head in despair, and he looked at the faces full of hatred and doubts.
no.
He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away to notice the movement here, and then he saw Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyi.
The two of them saw all these changes, and their faces were extremely ugly.
The ink burned his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what else to justify.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a group of chess pieces pouring out from behind Madam Wang. Between the lights and flints, he shouted, "Auntie! Be careful!!"
This violent shout made everyone turn back, and Xue Zhengyi immediately woke up, but because there were chess pieces on the left and right, it was too late to return to the world.
"aunt!"
"mother!"
"boom!"
The metal squeaked, and Jiang Xi swept out of the crowd. A snow phoenix sword was threatening, and in one fell swoop, the Zhenlong chess piece approaching Madam Wang was repelled by several meters.
Madam Wang said in astonishment, "Junior Brother..."
"..." Jiang Xi glanced back at her coldly, and said only, "Longer your eyes."
At this time, Master Xuanjing suddenly found that there was a thick cloud covering the dark sky, approaching the peak of life and death. He couldn't see clearly at first, but when he saw it later, he couldn't believe it.
It was not until many people around him noticed the billowing black cloud that he finally confirmed it, blowing his beard and shouting, "How is it possible?! How many pieces are there?!!!"
The black chess pieces are rolling in the river, and the horizon is endless.
Some are dead, some are living. These people have all been melted by some kind of magic, and their tongues have been pulled out. Even if they regain their consciousness, they can't speak.
Behind them, there are birds and beasts controlled by Zhenlong chess pieces, lackeys dragons and snakes.
"Ink Rain!!"
"Ink burns..."
At this time, these people turned back to stare at him, but they were more fearful than angry, and some of the people who were approaching him even took a few steps back involuntarily.
"Mad... Is the ink burning you crazy..."
"How many pieces have you refined?!"
The ink burned and opened his mouth.
He wanted to say, no, not me.
But if it wasn't him, who else could it be
The door of life and death in time and space opened again, and the emperor Ta Xian led a million soldiers to come to the world.
What is the difference between him and Ta Xianjun
They have the same memory, use the same technique, and step into the chess game of the Xianjun Club, and Master Mo is also good at it. If the chess pieces made by Tread Xianjun are not specially ordered, they will also recognize Mo Zongshi as the master.
So, kill relatives and slaughter the city, and participate in the practice of forbidden arts.
Thousands of troops, scatter beans to become soldiers.
Subvert the world, all living beings are dogs.
These are all his actions, and no one has ever wronged him.
More and more chess pieces were pressing down on the realm, and the end could not be seen at a glance, like black ink splattering quickly on the rice paper, approaching step by step.
Some people have panicked: "What should I do!"
Mu Yanli said angrily: "Ink burning! What quibble do you have! All this is designed by you! I only hate that Tianyin Pavilion did not intervene in this matter earlier and killed you!"
Dark clouds cover the sun, and the sky is dark.
The mountains are full of bleak winds, and these tens of thousands of dead chess pieces are suspended above the nine heavens like a huge clock, and they will fall to the ground at any time, shattering all over the world, and human life is like ants.
The ink burned pupils tightened, and he looked at the sky.
Everyone didn't want to be captured, either with swords or close quarters, and had already fought with those chess pieces. This time the battle was much more intense than before, with blood and screams everywhere.
Heads fall.
The intestines flow out.
But the skyline also has a steady stream of black tides, endless and creepy.
Suddenly I heard Xue Meng's shout in the distance: "Father! Mother!"
The ink burned and turned back, seeing Xue Zhengyi, Jiang Xi and Jiang Xi were all covered in blood, and the bright red splash was so powerful that they could not tell whether it was their own injury or the blood stained when they killed the enemy.
Xue Meng struggled to squeeze towards his parents, fighting all the way, but was outnumbered.
"Xue Meng!"
Mo Ran wanted to help him, but Xue Meng was very contradictory when he saw him, and Xue Meng was avoiding him.
Suddenly a Confucianism sect dead man raised his sword and stabbed Xue Meng's shoulder, immediately bleeding, and the light armor was dyed.
"Xue Meng... Xue Meng!"
The ink burned eagerly and squeezed towards him, but there were so many people in the melee, they were so far away, he couldn't get through... He couldn't get through...
After being injured, more chess pieces rushed towards Xue Meng, and the young man's figure was quickly engulfed in a group of red-eyed Zhenlong puppets.
"Meng'er!"
"Meng'er!"
Screaming horribly.
It is Madam Wang's voice and Xue Zhengyi's voice.
Mo Ran has never heard such a scream that broke his bones.
His scalp was tingling.
Xue Meng…
Do not.
It shouldn't be like this.
There must be a way, there must be a way! !
Since Hua Binan asked him to come over and set up such a situation, it was definitely not for him to see the destruction of the top of life and death. What did Hua Binan want him to do
What do you want him to do? ? ! What exactly does Hua Binan want him to do? ! ! ! What is this "surprise" for? How can I end this, how can I let him go...
suddenly.
He thought about it, he understood.
The ink burned for a while, and then the heartbeat was pounding.
He finally understood.
What Hua Binan did was extremely cruel, not only to ruin his reputation, but also to make him irresistible... He understood.
Nangong Si did this in Jiaoshan.
Chu nightning, the previous life did it in the duel.
He has no spiritual power now... but the spiritual core is still there.
He could feel the brilliance flowing in his chest, rising and falling with his heartbeat.
The ferocious and frenzied sneer from the previous life, Stepping Xianjun, seems to have appeared in front of me again—
"You no longer have spiritual power. If you fight with me again, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud that you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"
He knew what to do.
The eyes were warm, and the flames of war were flying, but the mood of the ink burned suddenly calmed down.
In the last life, Chu nightning was a martyr and told him personally that the so-called all beings are the first and oneself is the last, which is not a false statement.
He seemed to see the pale face before Chu nightning overdrafted the spiritual core in the previous life.
His master thought he would die at the time. Before he died, he said to the ink burning:
"Read good, don't be evil."
The earth crashed.
"What's wrong?"
"what happened?"
Everyone was stunned, dodging while looking for the source of the movement.
Actually no need to look for it.
In the place where the ink burned, a raging fire suddenly erupted - it was not a real flame, but the powerful spiritual current when the fire core was overdrawn and burned, wrapping the ink in it.
Ink rain.
The Immortal Stepping Emperor in the previous life, the current generation of masters.
He... He was in the face of the great disaster, and he... actually prevented all this...
He shattered his own spiritual core!
Like Nangong Sichu Wanning, the brokenness of the spiritual core made him suddenly obtain his greatest spiritual power. His eyes were dyed red by the flames, and there was not much pain on his handsome and straight face.
Who is he at this moment
Can he stop being the Xianjun Treader who is scorned by thousands of people
If he can, he also wants to be Chu Wanning.
The spiritual core slowly shattered and melted in the chest cavity.
The flames burned more and more blazingly, piercing through the clouds and fog, illuminating the sky.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the pure and clean dreams of his childhood had fallen back to the bottom of his heart. He stood in the flames, and he saw Duan Yihan and Chu Wanning.
Seeing her touching his cheek in the firewood room, she said - "repay your kindness, not your vengeance."
I saw the young man outside the Wubei Temple, holding rice milk and carefully feeding it to him.
"Drink slowly, not enough and..."
He had always wanted to be a good person all his life.
He didn't do it in his last life.
Looking back on the past in this life and asking myself, I have been sad for nearly ten years.
He didn't know how to make up for it, and he suffered day and night without getting a result.
If he told others that he also had the old dream of sheltering the poor people in the world, who would believe him
Only ridicule, abuse, ridicule.
Because he is Mo Weiyu, he is the Emperor Stepping Immortal.
He missed and killed people, so doing anything to make up for it is useless.
are all wrong.
No one can forgive him.
Perhaps only in this firelight, only when the spiritual core is broken, martyred, and walking towards the path of Chu Wanning's previous life, can he get a little bit of comfort.
He could say carefully:
"If I can, I also want to be Chu Wanning."
Please don't laugh at me when you hear this wish.
Don't spit on me.
I was stupid, and for a long time, no one was there to accompany me.
I have walked like this for two lifetimes and gone astray for twenty years.
So stupid, I don't know why I ended up in an endless darkness, I don't know why things ended up like this, looking back, it was all wrong.
I can't find my mother.
Can't find the master either.
Please, it's too cold in hell.
let me go back please...
I want to go home.