The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Bitanzhuang was gone, even if Huang Xiaoyue wanted to stay, she had no reason to stay.

He can only go up the mountain.

Mo Ran hoped for a quick battle, so he immediately rushed into the barrier of Huangshan Mountain, and the people of Jiangdongtang followed.As soon as he entered the enchantment, Mo Ran was fine, but everyone in Jiangdong Hall screamed——

is dead.

There are dead people everywhere.

The ground is full, the trees are full, lying on the ground, hanging from the treetops, densely packed, full of dead bodies.Moving, crawling, twisting, approaching every living person at an extremely slow speed.

Huangshan Mountain has become a whole mountain of corpses!

Seeing this, Huang Xiaoyue came forward alone, pulled out the whisk and slammed forward, rolling off the heads of four or five dead bodies in the blink of an eye.Mo Ran hadn't realized why the old man suddenly became so brave, he heard him scream "ah", fell to the ground in an extremely exaggerated posture, rolled his eyes again, and coughed up bleeding foam .

Ink burning: "..."

Jiang Dongtang's disciples hurriedly rushed forward: "Senior Huang——"

"senior……"

"It's okay. Although the old man is seriously injured, he can still exert some strength." Huang Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but after climbing twice, his knees gave way, and he fell back to the ground, panting heavily.

Those disciples said anxiously: "Senior, let's go outside to rest, there are too many evil spirits here, I'm afraid it will damage the heart."

"Yeah yeah."

Huang Xiaoyue tried her best to refuse at first, and vomited blood while she refused. The blood was still mixed with sticky saliva, which was unspeakably disgusting. After two or three times like this, Huang Xiaoyue led most of Jiang Dongtang's disciples and made a look of extreme regret. The group of people, like crucian carp crossing the river, huffed out of the Huangshan barrier.

This barrier prevents people from entering, but does not prevent people from escaping, and soon there will be few people left in Jiangdong Hall.At this time, a young man suddenly came down from the foot of the mountain in front. The young man had pale blond hair, blue eyes, and a cold expression.

He and Mo Ran saw each other, and they were both slightly stunned.

Mo Ran reacted first: "...Brother Mei?"

Mei Hanxue nodded, cold and silent.

Mo Ran anxiously asked: "Have you seen my master?"

"Just ahead." When saying these words, a dead body staggered up from behind Mei Hanxue. Mo Ran was about to remind him, but saw a cold sword light. Mei Hanxue had summoned the sword, head Without turning back, he poked a hole in the chest of the dead body with his backhand.

He pulled out the sword with a puff, black fluid was flowing on it, Mei Hanxue looked stern, wiped off the blood on the sword, and said: "You go up, go straight ahead, the first mountain road fork is to the left, There are too many dead bodies, the road is being cleared, everyone is there."

Thank you for the ink burning, and I am trying to catch up.Mei Hanxue called him again.

"and many more."

"Brother Mei?"

"Hmm. The Palace Master and Mrs. Rong are old friends. She was worried, so she asked me to go back and see those two from the Confucian School. How are they, are they still outside?"

Mo Ran heard the words, his heart widened, and he said: "They are still waiting outside, Nangong Si cast a restraint spell on himself. But Huang Xiaoyue went out, I am afraid that he will do something to embarrass them again, please take care of them .”

Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, said no more, with a little tiptoe, the person had disappeared at the end of the enchantment.

Mo Ran no longer delays, and immediately rushed to the large army.

Strange to say, he originally thought that with so many corpses, he should have seen some remains of his own people on the road, but he didn't. There were chopped corpses everywhere, rotting flesh, disgustingly disgusting, but there was nothing mixed with them. The remains of a monk.

Is it because the leaders brought all the elites?

He didn't have time to think about it, and immediately threw himself into the battle of clearing the foothills.If it was said that he walked along the place where everyone had already fought, and those zombies had been cut down to have no combat power, then he felt even more strange when he got started.

too easy.

He felt that he was not fighting a fierce spirit at all, he was simply slaughtering a powerless ordinary person.

This situation made him uneasy, and he vaguely had a terrifying guess...

"Drink cluck—"

Suddenly, a zombie hung from the big tree in front of him, with disheveled hair, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Mo Ran's neck.Mo Ran slammed back, and the zombie immediately turned his head, his nostrils twitched, one hand grabbed his shoulder, and he wanted to move the hideous and rotten face.

Mo Ran was disgusting, but he still took this opportunity to observe first, then raised his foot and kicked it into the crowd of corpses that came up, knocking down several carrion corpses that came over.

"Ink burning!"

At this time Xue Meng also called, back to back with him, Xue Meng panted, some black blood splashed on his cheeks, his eyes were like lightning, and he said in a deep voice: "What's going on, these corpses are just a joke ? Playing a human sea battle? Why are you so weak!"

Mo Ran's eyes were cold and chilly.In his previous life, Emperor Stepping on the Immortals, he had read all over the sorcery, and he already had a vague guess in his mind, but at this moment, there were not enough clues, so he still couldn't make a conclusion.

Mo Ran gritted his molars and said: "These are not the corpses of monks. They are ordinary people."

"What?!" Xue Meng was surprised, and asked sideways, "Everyone is fucking rotten into black ashes, all of them are like charcoal, how can you tell if they are monks? I don't even know if they are monks or not. You can't tell the difference between male and female!"

Mo Ran didn't answer directly, but said: "If I fight with you, I have no time to dodge, and you grab my shoulder, what will happen to you?"

"...How could you expose your shoulders to me? This is a big taboo in fighting, and even eleven or twelve-year-old disciples would not make such a mistake."

"Why is it taboo?"

"The spiritual core is so close! Grabbing your shoulder is equivalent to grabbing half of your spiritual core, and stabbing your other hand into your chest will immediately determine life and death!"

The ink burned: "Okay, a zombie just caught me like this-"

Xue Meng said in surprise: "Why are you so careless? Don't die?!"

Mo Ran interrupted him: "It didn't move."

"what?"

"At such a short distance, it didn't even think of another hand attacking my spiritual core. For a cultivator, protecting his own spiritual core and attacking others' spiritual cores when close is already a deep-rooted habit, just like As you said, Xiaoxiu at the age of eleven or twelve would do this. Even if he turns into a zombie after death, his habit of hand-to-hand combat will not change, but this corpse did not do so."

The ink burned for a while, and said in a deep voice.

"Why not do it? Two possibilities. Can't do it, can't think of it."

Xue Meng: "..."

Mo Ran said: "The hands and feet are healthy, the opportunity is rare, and it is impossible to do it. So I can only not think about it....I am afraid that most of these corpses were ordinary people before they died, and they will not be the opponents of these elites when they die. So until now, no one has been injured."

Xue Meng asked in shock: "How could this be? What is Xu Shuanglin doing in Huangshan when he wants to gather so many ordinary people? He has this mental strength, why doesn't he control monks?"

The ink burned: "It's the same as the possibility just now, two kinds, can't do it, can't think of it."

"How could he not think of it!"

"So there is only the last one left. I can't do it." Mo Ran's eyes were heavy, and the sparks of hell splashed in his eyes, like boiling molten iron falling into the night ocean, "Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power is not enough to use Zhenlong chess game Control so many monks."

"Then it's useless for him to control these soft-legged shrimps?" Xue Meng kicked back a bunch of zombies, but he couldn't laugh or cry, "What can you do? What can you stop?"

Mo Ran didn't say anything, and the guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.

He looked at the zombies wrestling with the crowd, and soon, he discovered a very strange phenomenon: Those corpses whose hands, feet, and heads had been severed, would immediately have tiny vines protruding out after they fell to the ground, stabbing them directly. into their chests, and then with a "poof", the chest meat, together with the heart, was suddenly strangled into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

This was an extremely easy thing to discover, but there was so much chaos that everyone was overwhelmed. The vines were so small and slender that if you didn't calm down and stand by the side to observe, you wouldn't be able to see them at all.

"Ink burning?"

Xue Meng was still calling him, but Mo Ran couldn't notice his voice at all.

Suddenly he flew up, strangled a zombie's neck, pulled out a hidden dagger in his hand, and stabbed the zombie's heart.

Black blood splashed all over his face in an instant!

Xue Meng suddenly opened his mouth wide, took two steps back, but was unable to speak.

He thinks Mo Ran must be crazy...

Mo Ran turned half of his well-defined face to the side, and quickly exerted force, pulling out the black-gray heart of the zombie and shattering it, revealing a black chess piece inside.

This is no surprise, the Huangshan corpse group is obviously controlled by the Zhenlong chess game, so it will work for the tiger like this, and what Mo Ran wants to see is not this chess piece - he rummaged through the blood, enduring the strong stench.

Xue Meng couldn't stand it anymore, he bowed his body and vomited it out.

"You! Are you sick?...This is too disgusting...vomit..."

Mo Ran ignored him, fiddled with the blood clot with his fingers, and quickly found the thing he was looking for.

On the back of the chess piece, there was a small insect crouching tightly, the whole body was red - the soul-eating insect.

At the same time, dozens of soft vines suddenly sprang up from the ground, attacking Mo Ran's bloody hands!He avoided it quickly, but the vines swept faster and faster, vowing to wrap the chess piece and the bug into the center of the earth.

Mo Ran has fully understood Xu Shuanglin's intentions and practices at this moment.

His hair was standing on end, and his blood was so cold——

Because in this world, except for Ta Xianjun in the previous life, no one would want to obtain this kind of evil secret technique!

Just like Wan Tao Huilang was created by Chu Wanning, everything in front of him, this chess piece, this soul-eating worm, these corpses, all these arrangements point to a magic circle that Mo Ran is very familiar with :

Concentric array.

This is the formation he created with his own hands in his previous life!

If it was still guesswork before, then the reappearance of this formation was like giving him a blow in the face. Its existence undoubtedly corrected two things:

First, in addition to himself, there must be other people in the world who have been reborn.

Second, the reborn person must be familiar with the ways of stepping on the immortal emperor in the previous life.

Mo Ran's hands trembled slightly, black blood dripped from his fingers, and the black chess piece and the red bug were tightly held in his palm.

He avoided the flying vines, but his mind was already in chaos.

In the chaos and horror, he suddenly recalled the broken past in his previous life——

At the beginning, he was only 19 years old.

At that time, the Heavenly Crack in the Ghost Realm had just been filled, and the teacher had just died, but he secretly practiced Zhenlong chess game for nearly half a year behind everyone's back, but it has been fruitless and failed repeatedly.

until that day.

19-year-old Mo Weiyu sat cross-legged and slowly opened her eyes.

Spreading his hands, two pitch-black chess pieces lay in his pale palms—these were the Zhenlong chess pieces he had tempered for the first time in his life.

Before that, he tried thousands of methods, but all ended in failure.He couldn't understand the obscure sentences written on the forbidden scroll, but he couldn't ask Chu Wanning.In fact, during that time he was not very willing to talk to Chu Wanning, and the death of Shi Mei became a gap that could never be filled between them.

This pair of master and apprentice has long existed in name only.

In the last few months when he showed his face as a demon, he would occasionally meet a man in white walking across the road when he was walking.But every time they met, he would act as if he hadn't seen them, and walk away without saying a word.

In fact, several times at Naihe Bridge, the two passed by, and his peripheral vision noticed that Chu Wanning seemed to want to say something to him.It's a pity that Chu Wanning's dignity didn't let him take the initiative to call his apprentice in the end.As for Mo Ran, he will not give him more time to hesitate, so he will leave without looking back.

Finally wrong shoulder.

With no one to help, it took Mo Ran a long time to barely understand the meaning of the forbidden art fragments, and also know the most critical point of the Zhenlong chess game:

All chess pieces, no matter they are black pieces, or more powerful white pieces that can empathize with the caster, are all condensed by the caster's spiritual power.

And every time a piece of chess is condensed, the spiritual power to be consumed is amazing. The spiritual power of refining a black piece is enough to perform hundreds of big moves, and refining a white piece can almost kill a big player of Chu Wanning's level. The spiritual power in the master's body was exhausted in an instant.

That is to say, if a person is ice-snow-smart and has reached the pinnacle of understanding of Zhenlong chess game, then it is of no use. If he does not have enough spiritual power, he can only talk on paper.Although Mo Ran is very talented and full of spiritual flow, but after all, he is still a young man who has not yet reached the age of 20, so he has exhausted all his efforts, and after several failures, he only condensed two sunspots in the end.

Lying in the palm of his hand at the moment.

Mo Ran stared at the two sunspots, his eyes shone with a strange luster, and in the dark room, only a burning candlestick was on, shining on his face.

He did it.

At that time, he didn't care about the number of chess pieces at all, he just felt ecstatic because he successfully condensed the Zhenlong black chess.He did it!

He was obviously such a handsome person, but suddenly he had the ferocious appearance of a wild beast.

He walked out of the dark room where he practiced, feeling dizzy, partly because of bliss, partly because these two chess pieces had exhausted all his spiritual power, and he was completely exhausted. When he went outside, he was dazzled As soon as the sun shines, I feel dizzy and out of breath.

His face was red and white for a while, and a blurry scene flickered in front of his eyes. He saw two disciples who were at the top of death and life approaching in the distance.And the only thing he had time to do was to hide the two sunspots in the Qiankun bag as soon as possible, and then his hind legs went limp, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Half asleep and half awake, he knew that he had been taken back to the disciple's room, and was lying on a bed that was not spacious.He opened his eyes slightly, and there was a person sitting beside the bed.

He had a fever, his head hurt, and he couldn't see that person's face clearly. He could only vaguely feel that when those eyes looked at him, they were so concerned, so focused, so gentle, and even seemed to have self-blame.

"division……"

His lips moved, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak a complete sentence, but tears flowed down first.

The white figure paused, and then Mo Ran felt a warm hand caressing his face, and the tears on his cheeks were wiped away. The man sighed softly and said, "Why are you crying?"

"..."

Teacher Mei, are you back?

Can you not go...don't die...don't leave me alone...

Ever since A Niang left, there is no second person in this world who treats me as gently and kindly as you do. There is no second person who will not dislike me and is willing to stay with me forever...

Teacher Mei, don't go...

The hot tears couldn't be stopped no matter what, he also felt that he was worthless, but he kept crying, in his dream and in his sleep, he kept crying.

That person was sitting beside his bed, accompanying him, and later holding his hand, without saying a word, just so clumsily, without leaving for a moment, accompanying him.

Mo Ran thought of the two Zhenlong chess pieces in his Qiankun bag, and he also knew that they were the source of evil and the seeds of demons.

But it is also a bargaining chip for him to fight against the sky and the earth after he fails to get what he wants.

In fact, not only spiritual power is needed to refine the chess pieces, but his soul, which is still relatively clean, will be sacrificed in the end.

Mo Ran muttered, under the wet eyelashes, his eyes were hazy, looking at the phantom of the teacher, he said: "I'm sorry... If you are still there, I will..."

I don't want to go down this road either.

But for the second half sentence, he no longer had the energy to say it, and he fell into a deep sleep again.When he woke up again, the man in white had already left, and Mo Ran felt that it was the scene he dreamed of when he was drowsy.It's just that he remembered that there was originally a furnace of incense burning in the house, which was used by Xue Zhengyi to soothe his nerves. The incense was very fragrant, but he didn't like to smell it.

The incense has gone out.

A long coil of incense was snuffed out before it was completely burned.

Who has been here?

He sat up and stared blankly at the incense burner. He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think clearly.In the end, he simply didn't want to think about it anymore. He saw that his clothes and accessories, Shenwu Modao, were well placed on the table, and so was the Qiankun bag.

He came back to his senses, and hurriedly went to get his Qiankun bag with his bare feet.

Open it, fortunately, the three knots he deliberately tied before he passed out, are still the same three knots, no one has touched it.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, flipping through the bag, he saw that the two Zhenlong chess, which were as dark as the night, were dormant in the corner, like two ghost eyes with malicious intentions.To devour him.

He stared at the two chess pieces for a while.

This is probably fate - if Chu Wanning had turned over Mo Ran's Qiankun bag at that time, everything would have changed.

But Chu Wanning will not flip through other people's things at will, even if he opens his pockets, he will not take a second look.

Mo Ran took out the chess pieces.His Adam's apple was throbbing, and his heart was beating like a drum.

What to do now?How should he use these two pawns...

This is the sharp weapon he has condensed for the first time, and he can't wait to try it—but who?There was a flash of lightning in my mind, but what came up suddenly was an extremely crazy idea.

Chu Wanning.

He wanted to drive the chess pieces into Chu Wanning's body.

After breaking in, will that ruthless, hypocritical man be obedient to him from now on?Did you tell him to kneel so he would never stand up?

Can he make Chu Wanning kneel in front of him to apologize, let Chu Wanning fall at his feet, he can let Chu Wanning call his master to sting him, stab him and bite him! !

The extreme excitement made the light in Mo Ran's pupils begin to distort.

Yes, torture him...

How can this lofty immortal be the most painful?The most shameful?

humiliate him...

Mo Ran held the two chess pieces tightly, his tongue became dry and hotter and hotter.

He fell into intense irritation and anxiety, and he licked his chapped lips.He couldn't wait to do this, he wanted to see Chu Wanning hang down his pale neck to himself, then reach out and touch it, feel the thin shudder, and then...

Break his neck?Crush his bones?

Mo Ran felt unhappy.

He felt empty, unsatisfied, for no reason.

It's too boring to let Chu Wanning die.Even imagining, he is not happy.He wanted to see him cry, he wanted to see him prostrate, he wanted to see him living a life worse than death, filled with shame and indignation.

He always felt that there was a better way to vent his anger.

He put a chess piece on his lips, and the cold touch was against his lips. He murmured in a low voice: "You can't stop me, Chu Wanning. There will be such a day soon, and I will let you..."

How about you?

He didn't think about it at that time, and he didn't know that a large part of his turbulent desire at the moment was the desire to conquer and sexual desire for Chu Wanning.

But he already had that terrible male instinct.

I want to bury the first condensed devil seed in Chu Wanning's body.

He wants to dirty him.

He got up, opened the door and went out——

The author has something to say: There are too many things to do today, I didn’t have time to sort out the message and Art of the bib, let’s leave it tomorrow~~ I’m sorry, it’s a busy day qaq, and the small theater has no time to edit it today , tired and paralyzed

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