The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The former master and apprentice finally turned against each other.

It was a pinnacle battle.

In the end, Chu Wanning lost to Mo Gas Swallowing Mountains and Rivers because of his weak spiritual core, young and fierce.

"Stop struggling to your death." The young demon became more and more aggressive as he fought, he grinned wantonly, and he fought hand-to-hand with Huaisha, their swords colliding.

The golden light flickers on and off.

But Youbi's flames filled the eyes of both master and apprentice.

Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning's pale face, then turned his eyes, looking at Huaisha's gradually slacking spiritual flow, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"You have no spiritual power. If you continue to fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud, you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"

Chu Wanning gritted her teeth and did not answer, her thin lips were bloodless.

In the end, Huaisha's brilliance completely disappeared, and Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spiritual power had been exhausted, and he indulged in a long laugh with a voice like a vulture.

"What else can you use against me? Wanye Yuheng...my master?"

Chu Wanning leaned on his sword and half knelt on the ground, his white clothes were stained with blood.

He raised his eyes. At that time, Mo Ran's hatred was too deep. He only saw the determination in his eyes, but he couldn't see the deep sorrow buried under the determination.

Many years later, when Ta Xianjun committed suicide by taking the poison, he unknowingly recalled the first fierce battle in his life.

He couldn't help but think that at that time, Chu Wanning really reported his mortal determination to stop himself...

All beings are the first, and the end is over.

He once scolded him as a villain who could only talk nicely.

But Chu Wanning does what he says.

——"Be kind."

His master said.

"Don't be evil."

Gold light flashed.

Mo Ran only had time to see the last peace in Wan Ning's eyes, and saw his palms blazing brightly. This Big Dipper Immortal, this man who has no relatives and friends in the cultivation world, just sacrificed his own spiritual core to re-summon him. There are three martial arts.

Jiugetian asked Huaisha.

Qu Zizhi's pride, how much did Chu Wanning get?

The mighty army made of ink burning was finally suppressed by Chu Wanning with the power of the spiritual core, and each black and white son was shattered into ashes under the brilliance of martial arts.

Strange to say, Mo Ran was standing opposite Chu Wanning at that time, a short distance away.He looked at this stubborn and exhausted person, but he didn't make a move to stop him.

He just looked at it with some surprise and some curiosity.

He wanted to know how far this thin lover in front of him could do for his so-called "all beings".

He just looked at it.

Look at Chu Wanning exhausting the last inch of spiritual power.

The turbulent river tide subsided, and the sparrows that covered the sun dispersed.

The controlled living people recovered their consciousness one by one, and the controlled dead people closed their eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Ran just looked at it like that.

He saw Beidou Xianzun's spiritual core shattered, saw Chu Wanning Guanghua fall, saw his master kneeling in front of him, and finally fell into the dust.

Mo Ran didn't have much expression at the time, his face was slightly tilted, and his mother's murmurs before his death faintly sounded 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.Chu Wanning said to him before presenting his spiritual core: "Think good, don't hold evil."

But he didn't do it.

There seems to be endless resentment in his heart, only blood can give him a moment to breathe——

He destroyed the peak of death and life, slaughtered Confucianism, killed uncles and aunts, thousands of monks, ruined several heads, dyed Tianchi red, and filled the mountain with bones.

In the end, the rebel army surrounded the mountain, and he committed suicide in front of the death tower.

These things were all experienced by him, and the heinous crimes were all committed by him.In the appalling tragedy, he was the creditor, he was stained with the blood of thousands of people, and the Zhenlong chess game killed thousands of people.

It's him.

The ink burned dizzy for a while, and he was forced to breathe.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan, pulling him out of the mire of memories, he came back to his senses, and saw Mu Yanli's shoulder was stabbed by a chess piece, and hot blood splashed on his face.

"Pavilion Lord!"

"Pavilion master be careful!"

The people from Tianyin Pavilion immediately rushed up to protect 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 everyone, the chess piece knelt down to Mo Ran neatly.He covered his mask, bowed his head and said: "The subordinates are not good at rescue, and they disturb the master. They deserve death."

The crowd was horrified.

"It's a pawn controlled by Mo Ran!"

"He called him master!"

The ink burned: "No... no..."

But who believes him?

Who would believe him!

Mo Ran shook his head in despair and stepped back, looking at the faces full of hatred and doubts.

no.

He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away, he didn't 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 rushing out from behind Mrs. Wang, and in a blink of an eye, he shouted, "Auntie! Be careful!!"

This shout made everyone turn their heads in shock, Xue Zhengyi immediately woke up, but because there were chess pieces on the left and right, it was too late to return.

"aunt!"

"mother--!"

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound of metal, it was actually Jiang Xi who rushed out of the crowd, with a powerful Xuehuang sword, he knocked back the Zhenlong chess piece that was approaching Mrs. Wang several feet away.

Mrs. Wang said in astonishment: "Junior Brother..."

"..." Jiang Xi glanced back at her coldly, and only said, "Look more eyes."

At this time, Master Xuanjing suddenly discovered that the sky was covered with thick clouds, approaching the peak of death and life.He couldn't see it clearly at first, but he saw it clearly later, but he couldn't believe it.

It wasn't until many people around noticed the billowing black cloud that he finally confirmed it, blowing his beard and shouting: "How is it possible?! How many chess pieces are there?!!!"

The black chess pieces are rolling in the river tide, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Some are dead, some are living, all of these people have their faces melted by some kind of magic, and their tongues have been pulled out, even if they regain their consciousness, they cannot speak.

Behind them, there are birds and beasts controlled by Zhenlong Chess Pieces, running dogs, dragons and snakes.

"Ink rain!!"

"Ink burning..."

At this time, these people turned their heads to stare at him, but they were more afraid than angry. Some people who were approaching him even took a few steps back involuntarily.

"Crazy... Mo Ran, are you crazy..."

"How many chess pieces have you refined?!"

Mo Ran opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, no, not me.

But if it wasn't him, who else could it be?

The gate of life and death in time and space opened again, and Ta Xianjun came to the world with millions of soldiers.

What is the difference between him and Ta Xianjun?

They have the same memory and perform the same spells. Master Mo is also good at the Zhenlong chess game of the Xianjun Association.If the chess pieces made by Ta Xianjun are not specially ordered, they will also recognize Grandmaster Mo as the master.

Therefore, kill relatives and cities, and participate in forbidden techniques.

Thousands of troops, thousands of horses, sow beans into soldiers.

Subvert the world, all living beings are dogs.

All of these were done by him, and no one ever wronged him.

More and more chess pieces are pressing down, and there is no end in sight at a glance, like black ink quickly spreading on the rice paper, approaching step by step.

Someone panicked: "What should I do!"

Mu Yanli said angrily: "Mo Ran! What are you arguing about! You designed all of this! I only hate Tianyin Pavilion for not intervening in this matter earlier and killing you!"

Dark clouds cover the sun and the sky is dark.

The mountain is full of bleak wind, these tens of thousands of dead chess pieces are like huge bells hanging above the sky, and they will crash to the ground at any time, shattering all corners of the world, and human lives are like ants.

The ink burned his pupils tightly, and he looked at the sky.

Everyone didn't want to catch them with nothing to fight, they were fighting with those chess pieces either with their swords or at close quarters. This time the battle was much more intense than before, with blood and screams everywhere.

Heads fall.

Intestines flow out.

But the skyline still has a steady stream of black tides rushing in, endless and creepy.

Suddenly I heard Xue Meng's shout in the distance: "Father! Mother!"

Mo Ran turned back and saw that Xue Zhengyi and Jiang Xi were both covered in blood. The bright red spattered so violently that it was hard to tell whether it was their own injuries 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 seemed very contradictory when he saw him, and Xue Meng was avoiding him.

Suddenly, a Confucian scholar raised his sword and stabbed Xue Meng's shoulder, and immediately the blood flowed profusely, and the light armor was dyed through.

"Xue Meng... Xue Meng!"

Mo Ran rushed towards him anxiously, but there were so many people in the melee, and 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 figure of the young man was quickly engulfed in a group of Zhenlong puppets who were red-eyed.

"Monger!"

"Meng'er—!"

Screaming.

It was Mrs. Wang's voice and Xue Zhengyong's voice.

Mo Ran had never heard such a scream that broke his bones.

His scalp is numb.

Xue Meng...

No.

It shouldn't be like this.

There must be a way, there must be a way! !

Since Hua Binan asked him to come here and set up such a situation, it was definitely not for him to see the summit of death and life destroyed, 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 to end all this, how to let him go...

suddenly.

He thought, he understood.

The ink burned for a moment, and then his heart beat.

He finally understood.

What Hua Binan did was ruthless, not only to ruin his reputation, but also to make him irreversible... He understood.

Nangong Si did this in Jiaoshan.

Chu Wanning, he did it in the duel in his previous life.

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 crazy sneer of Ta Xianjun in the previous life seems to appear in front of his eyes again——

"You have no spiritual power. If you continue to fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud, you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"

He knows what to do.

The eye sockets are warm, and the flames of war are raging, but Mo Ran's mood suddenly calms down.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning died in martyrdom and told him personally that it is not a false statement that the so-called all beings are the first and the self is the last.

He seemed to see the pale face before Chu Wanning overdrawn his spiritual core in his previous life.

His master thought that he would definitely die. Before he died, he said to Mo Ran:

"Think good, don't do evil."

The earth crashed.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

Everyone was stunned, while avoiding dodge, while looking for the source of the movement.

In fact, there is no need to look for it.

In the place where Mo Ran was standing, a raging fire burst out suddenly—it was not a real flame, but a powerful spiritual flow when the fire system's spiritual core was overdrawn and burned, and Mo Ran was completely wrapped in it.

Ink rain.

The emperor who stepped on the fairy in the previous life is now the master of the generation.

He...he was in the face of the catastrophe, he actually...in order to prevent all this...

He shattered his spiritual core!

Like Nangong Si Chu Wanning, the shattering of his spiritual core made him suddenly gain 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 Ta Xianjun who is reviled by thousands of people.

If possible, he also wants to be Chu Wanning.

The spiritual core slowly shattered and melted in the chest cavity.

The flames burned more and more fiercely, piercing the clouds and fog, and shining through the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the pure and clean dreams of his childhood had all 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 woodshed, she said—"Repay kindness, don't hold grudges."

I saw the young man outside Wubei Temple holding rice milk and carefully feeding it to him.

"Drink slowly, it's not enough and..."

All his life, he wanted to be a good person.

He didn't do it in his previous 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, but he couldn't get a result.

If he told others that he also had an old dream of sheltering the poor in the world, who would believe him?

Only ridicule, abuse, ridicule.

Because he is Mo Weiyu, he is Emperor Taxian.

He missed and killed someone, so doing anything to make up for it is useless.

are all wrong.

No one can forgive him.

Perhaps only in this fire, only at the moment when the core of the spirit is broken, martyred, and walked towards Chu Wanning's previous life, can he get a little bit of comfort.

He could say carefully:

"If possible, 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, I had no one to accompany me.

I walked like this for two lifetimes, and went astray for 20 years.

Too stupid, I don't know why I ended up in an endless darkness, I don't know why things turned out like this in the end, looking back, it was all wrong.

I can't find my mother.

I couldn't find Master either.

Please, hell is too cold.

let me go back please...

I want to go home.