Restart, Death Wings of Ending

Ying Moran tried to calm down. This result was within his expectation. He also knew that obsession could not be reborn as a human being, so his father was just a fantasy and could not return to reality with him.

"Do you really not remember who killed you?" Ying Moran still asked this sentence,

"I don't know!" The voice answered simply. Then he suddenly thought of something and said, "Maybe there is an answer in that box."

"Child, it's time for you to leave. Once I disappear, I will no longer be able to suppress these soul-refining crystal walls."

Ying Moran sighed heavily. His father's obsession was true. The strange magnetic field here can really disorient the soul. All he can do now is to listen to his father's words and leave here, find the black box, and find out what happened back then. The truth, so he can't stop,

Ying Mo Ran obediently ran straight to the right direction, running and running all the time. He didn't know how long he ran. He didn't slow down until bright light penetrated his eyes. At this time, he was exhausted. Zhao, out of breath, hurriedly walked closer,

Just at the exit, he found the drop of ink stain, and punched it open eagerly. Sure enough, there was an ink cartridge underneath, and at the same time, the familiar and friendly atmosphere came back.

"Is this daddy's ink guide?" Ying Moran's trembling lips made his eyes red with tears, and he stretched out his fingers little by little. The moment he touched it, the ink exploded instantly, and Ying Moran was wrapped in it. After a while, The ink suddenly shrunk and merged into his heart,

Ying Moran took a deep breath, and at the same time he felt a huge force eroding his whole body. His cells were rapidly fissioning and reborn, his blood was transformed into ink, and his bones and organs were all reduced to nothing. The most important thing was that his soul was lost. It has been reshaped like never before, and its strength and resilience are as mysterious as the stars in the galaxy.

"Is this?" Ying Mo Ran spread his hands and looked carefully at the sebum lines on his palms. They were all different from before, and he felt a strong sense of rebirth.

"This is... an immortal body!" Ying Moran felt a mixture of sadness and joy. The sad thing is that all this was given by his father with his life. The happy thing is that he finally transcended the mortal body and became an immortal body, and can truly have the ability to fight with Ying Moyue fights, no!

Some vague memories suddenly appeared in Ying Moran's mind, memories that did not belong to him.

"This is...the answer!" It gradually became clear to Ying Moran that the answer his father insisted on should be this memory, or the last scene his father saw before he died.

Why should it be sealed in Mo Yinzi? It may be due to obsession, unwillingness in the heart, or there may be some secret that I want to keep. In short, this memory is definitely not simple.

Ying Mo Ran opened it very carefully, but due to the long time, the visual picture seemed a bit blurry. It was on a large platform, surrounded by ink-colored tobacco. Seven giant vertical cabins were vaguely visible, corresponding to the seven suspended above. Secret realm model.

At this time, he could hear heavy breathing, like a seriously injured person struggling to breathe.

"Yunli, don't let him control you, regulate your breath and calm down," this was Ying Moyue's voice. Then she moved her perspective downwards and saw him standing in front of him with injuries all over his body. His face was covered with blood stains and he looked very anxious, and kept trying to persuade him: "Yunli, think about your wife and children, they are all waiting for you to come back!"

The tobacco smoke is getting thicker and thicker, and it feels like my eyes are almost blurred.

"Help me, Ying Moyue, I can't control it anymore." As soon as Ying Yunli's voice came out,

Ying Moran could feel the fear and helplessness his father felt when he said these words.

Then Ying Moyue stretched out a blood-stained hand, "Yunli, give me your hand,"

"No," the perspective quickly swayed left and right, "Mo Yue, I was the one who let it out. You shouldn't bear it. Quick, kill me! You can't let this monster take my body and destroy the whole world." Mo Clan."

"Yunli, believe in yourself, suppress him, and we will find a way to seal it!"

"It's useless, it has already swallowed up more than half of my soul, there is no time,"

After an urgent conversation, the perspective began to zoom in on Ying Moyue. It seemed that Ying Yunli took the initiative to approach him.

At this time, Ying Mo Ran also clearly saw Ying Mo Yue's sad and helpless expression, and also saw another pair of eyes determined to die in his eyes.

"Come on, Mo Yue, you are my best friend and best brother. I would rather die in your hands than become a demon who exterminates the clan. Come on!"

Ying Yunli urged urgently and resolutely, and Ying Mo Yue finally made up her mind and formed an ink blade. However, this ink blade was different from the regular ink blade. There was a circle of cinnabar red.

When Ying Moran saw this scene, he was filled with grief and doubts, but as the memories continued, he had no time to delve deeper.

Ying Moyue still hesitated, the hand holding the ink blade trembled disobediently, and refused to stab it.

"Yunli, is there really no other way?" Ying Moyue asked again, with reluctance and reluctance in her eyes, but also hope for a miracle.

Ying Mo Ran saw this and felt very complicated.

"Mo Yue, I hope you can go out, live well, and help me take care of Mo Ran," Ying Yunli's reply was still firm, and he became sad as he spoke, "That kid is very naughty, you need to train him more." Train him, don't spoil him, don't..." I was choked up and speechless.

Ying Moyue closed her eyes in pain, and when she opened her eyes again, her expression became determined. She seemed to be trying to understand something, or saw something, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I will let him grow into the strongest existence in the Black Ink Clan!" After saying that, he closed his eyes in pain and stabbed forward,

Cha~

The sound was very sharp, and the blood in the heart dyed the cinnabar red into crimson,

"I'm sorry, Yunli," Ying Moyue murmured hoarsely, never daring to look directly at him. The retracted ink blade instantly turned into red ink smoke and penetrated into his heart. At the same time, the scars and cracks on his body also appeared spontaneously. Get better,

Then, bang~

With a loud sound, the perspective dropped to the ground, and at the same time it became increasingly blurry. Only a pair of feet escaping hastily could be seen vaguely.

"Trash, do you think he can escape?" A very cold voice suddenly sounded,

Ying Moran was frightened, but his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see who the person was. Then his father's extremely weak voice came out again:

"I believe you can escape!"

"Who is that person?" Ying Moran was confused. Based on what Mo Ruyuan said at the mountainside mansion before, Ying Moyue had numerous scars and was crazy when he escaped. Then that person must be very powerful and make both Dad and Uncle Yue afraid, no! As well as the second clan leader, Uncle Qiming died in his hands. Who is this person?

"Uncle Li,"

"Is this...?" Ying Moran was startled. The voice was very green, but from his shout, we could tell that he was his father's nephew.

Gradually, another memory appeared in Ying Moran's mind, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer, and he saw the face of a teenage boy, with a green and immature smile, but his eyes were as dark as abyss and unfathomable.

"Uncle Li, are you okay?"

"You...why did you come down?" Ying Yunli asked in exhaustion and surprise.

The boy smiled lightly and said, "I'm here to help you!"

"No! You are not Mo Ruyuan, you are..." Ying Yunli didn't finish his words.

With a bang, his whole head hit the ground, and at the same time, heavy breathing and Mo Ruyuan's sinister voice came.

"I am Mo Ruyuan, have you forgotten my father, Mo Qiming? How did he die? It was because you didn't save him,"

"No, the situation was critical and we had no choice but to abandon him!"

"Lying, my other self was watching from the side at that time. You just didn't want to save him. Now you also feel the feeling of being abandoned!"

haha~

A sinister laughter followed

Ah~ah~

There were four screams in succession, each one weaker than the last. Ying Moran could feel the pain that he was still enduring after grinding his teeth. His vision was blurred and trembled slightly, as if he was convulsing in pain.

"Does it hurt? It's just that after removing your limbs, this pain is unbearable. Then how will you handle the next heart-gnawing insects and Lingchi Fei Mansion?"

"What?" Ying Moran was filled with grief and anger. How could Mo Ruyuan come up with such cruel torture when he was a child? Thinking about it makes him shudder, not to mention,

suddenly,

"What do you want to do?" Mo Ruyuan shouted in shock. It also made Ying Moran wake up. The memory began to be confused and blurred, and he couldn't see clearly what happened. He could only see the wisps of ink gathering into beads, and finally

Jump~

There was an explosion, and everything in the memory became silent,

This result caught Ying Mo Ran off guard. His father's death was caused by him being forced to blow himself up. The end result of this was his soul being scattered. This may be the only way to save Mo Yin Zi and this important memory!