Chapter 163: The Master and the Unreturned

Xue Meng, one of the twenty or so young men in the forest, has a Zhenlong pawn planted in his body, and he is constantly walking around the lake, his eyes empty, and when ghosts fall from the sky, he and the others swarm upon them, bravely and fearlessly, like puppets who are not afraid of pain or death, cutting them down by the sword, not letting them destroy the formation, but those who escape to the periphery and into the night. But those who fled to the outer edge and into the night, they did not care.

The purpose of these pieces is clear: they are guarding this five element formation.

When Chu Wanning saw that his pupil was being restrained, he held back for a moment, unable to bear it, and was about to get up and sweep away when Mo Ran fiercely restrained him.

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and whispered, "Let go."

"Don't you go out there, wait a little longer."

"How to Wait That's Xue Meng"

Chu Wanning's strength was so great that Mo Ran couldn't pull him down with one hand, so he had to wrap his arms around him and crush him into his arms, covering Chu Wanning's mouth with one hand, not letting go even though he was struggling in his arms.

"It's too adventurous to go out at this time of year; don't be so spontaneous, listen to me for a moment. Hmm."

He responded with a backhanded elbow, Mo Ran felt the pain, Chu Wanning broke his hand covering his own and gasped, his phoenix eyes full of annoyance, his voice low, " Zhenlong's chess game is manipulated, the spiritual power is rapidly depleted, here are all the evil spirits, if there is a mistake, he will die"

"It won't."

""

Mo Ran took his hand, his eyes heavy and firm: "I know the game of Zhenlong, you can trust me."

Chu Wanning was stunned to see such a stern and solemn look on his face, but his breathing slowly slowed down. At that moment, a strange whistling sound was heard in the distance and they suddenly turned around to see an evil spirit breaking out of the air and swooping down towards Xue Meng

"Brush."

Dragoncity's scimitar reflects the moon's frosty chill, Xue Meng is as light as a swallow, and the blade cuts through the ghosts in a flash

"A living person who has been struck by Zhenlong's pawns gradually depletes his spiritual power and ends up less powerful than before. But he is under control for a short time and will be fine for now."

Chu Wanning turned his head to look at him, a mark rolling across his brow: "Why do you know so well?"

"What you see on your travels."

As the demon falls, quickly shattering into dust, Xue Meng holds the Dragoncity scimitar in her hand, black beads of blood trickling down the blade, trailing treacherous, twisted marks on the snow.

The moonlight shone on his face, his expression cold, his pupils lightless.

Mo Ran's heart clenched.

Xue Meng has never been a pawn in his life, so who is it?

Suddenly there was movement in the distance.

Mo Ran looked back and whispered, "It looks like someone's coming."

There were two men walking through the woods, along the frozen lake, to the eye of the formation. One of them was holding a Shenwu, but because of the angle, Mo Ran could not see what it was.

The man smashed the ice with his palm and threw the Shenwu into the eye of the formation. In an instant the centre of the formation glowed brightly, the dark clouds moved away and the moon emerged from behind the thick clouds, the cold light shining on the ice surface and completely illuminating the figures of the two men guarding the eye of the formation.

One was dressed in gold and glittering, but he was wearing a heavy banner and a hat, so he could not see his face. The other was barefoot in the cold, and did not mind the cold.

The man raised his head and looked at the infernal sky crack.

Mo Ran's eyes widened abruptly.

"How is that possible?"

Xu Shuanglin

Dismayed to the core, shocked to the core. Xu Shuanglin Shuanglin elders

He was Ye Wangxi's righteous father, the good man who died under the sword in his previous life after standing in front of Ye Wangxi with his flesh and blood, how could it be him?

Unaware of Mo Ran's shock, Chu Wanning tapped Mo Ran on the shoulder and whispered, "Go."

"Why hasn't he appeared yet?" the man in the hat beside Xu Shuanglin spoke, and when Mo Ran heard it, it was Nan Gongliu's voice.

Nan Gongliu's tone was distinctly agitated and distressed, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, did you make a mistake?"

Xu Shuanglin said, "Let's wait and see."

"Hurry up and tear this rift in the sky wider, I don't know when those guests will send someone to follow us, it will be too late before it's too late"

"I know you're anxious, but aren't you clear about whether the Heavenly Rift can tear bigger? Last time in Butterfly Town it was because of being too hasty that the situation went out of control and led to the ten sects coming in droves. If you don't calm down, you'll still lose everything."

"Ugh."

Xu Shuanglin closed his eyes and said, "Sect Leader, it was so hard for you to find these five Shenwu with different attributes that can absorb the accumulated spiritual energy of the cultivators, so many years you have endured it, where is the difference between this short night."

"You are right." Nan Gongliu took a deep breath and nodded, "I've waited five years for this.

Nan Gongliu murmurs, "I've been waiting"

"Don't wait."

Suddenly a harsh, stern male voice rang out across the empty silence of the lake like thunder and lightning breaking through the clouds, startling the two men on the lake to look up at each other.

The moon is in the sky, the pines are in the air, a slender man stands in the treetops, his eyes narrowed, his moon white suit rolled and tumbled, and his dark clothes set off his face like jade in ice, his handsome face oozing with bone-chilling intent.

" Nan Gongliu, that's the end of it."

Nan Gongliu was startled, then gritted his teeth and said, " Chu Wanning "

The heavenly question crackles with golden light, reflecting Chu Wanning's eyes in a gloomy and uncertain way, making him look more and more dangerous.

"Good night, Yu Heng, Beidou, how come Butterfly Town didn't let you die in the first place, and now you're here to ruin my life.

Chu Wanning was stunned and lowered his eyebrows as he said in a stern voice, "So you were responsible for the disaster five years ago."

Nan Gongliu, seeing that the matter had been revealed, had no intention of hiding it and sneered, "So what if it is?"

Chu Wanning lifted Tianwen up, his fingers swept over the willow vine, the vine whip polished inch by inch on his fingertips, the light almost white gold. When you begged for a sword at the Golden City Pond, the spirit in the pond wanted your wife's spirit core in exchange, so you ordered a human being to cut her heart open and throw it into the lake. I was so disgusted that I wanted to kill you, but you said to me that Nangong Si was too young to be without a father, that you had lost your mind and were remorseful, and that from now on you would correct the School of Confucianism and never do evil again.

willow vine rubbed to the last tine, golden flash.

Chu Wanning: "Nan Gongliu, you are so vicious and unforgiving"

"Master Chu is not to blame for his own youthfulness, he was still a teenager of 15 or 16 at that time. I was spared by a few words, a few tears and Nangong Si as a pretext. Why don't you think, Master, that I am today because of your mercy?"

Before the words were out of his mouth, the wind had already arrived.

In a flash, dragon light danced and flames broke the sky, splitting the frozen Cold Water Lake in half and shattering the ice.

And Nan Gongliu bellowed, "All rise!"

The group of puppets that had been walking around the cold water lake and waiting for orders suddenly got a glint in their eyes and turned back towards Chu Wanning, with Xue Meng at the forefront of the battle.

Clang

Dragoncity and Tianwen clashed violently, Chu Wanning, fearing to hurt Xue Meng, withdrew his momentum in time and swept back a few feet, his expression ruthless: " Nan Gongliu, what kind of skill is it that you use others as a graft"

"Ha, you have nowhere to strike, you can't kill me, that's what I can do." Nan Gongliu laughed out loud, "You fight, they are all living people, they are just hit by my Zhenlong Black Son, Chu Wanning, this Little Xue Gongzi is your disciple, right? You can't do anything about it, you can only let me go, you"

Suddenly you can't go on, the smile on his face feels like a sudden drop of cold water, the grey-black coals smouldering with residual smoke.

Chu Wanning's eyes are too calm.

He stared hard at Chu Wanning, the calmness in his face unsettling and unnerving him, and Nan Gongliu's lips opened and closed, as if he were feeling a little guilty: "What do you want?"

Chu Wanning did not want to talk to Nan Gongliu, his eyes were cold, he raised his hand and waved the heavenly question away, sternly shouting, "Heavenly question, coffin of ten thousand people"

Dozens of golden vines rose up from the ground, trapping the puppets that had been hit by the Zhenlong pieces. A thick and strong vine rose up from the ice lake like a pale dragon and broke the waves, splashing ice crystals everywhere.

" Nine Songs, summoned."

Wisps of golden light gushed out from his palm and converged on his knee to form a black ancient zither, the tail of which was curled like a living tree, its branches flourishing and its begonias in bloom, its strings a clear, ice-white colour, and the cold air constantly escaping from them.

Shenwu Nine Songs .

The most common move of Tian Wen is "Wind", a killing move, while the most common move of Nine Songs is "Ode", a healing move to clear the mind. Chu Wanning only plucks a few strings to play a small section of "Ode", and those who have been caught in the Zhenlong game look confused and disoriented.

Nan Gongliu was enraged, mouthing the incantation, his forehead was bruised, fighting against Chu Wanning, and seeing that he could not support himself, he turned back in anger: " Shuanglin, go and interrupt him."

"I ugh, okay fine."

Xu Shuanglin sighed and, rather reluctantly, tried to dart towards the top of the huge tree where Chu Wanning was, but a dark shadow flashed into view and Mo Ran, standing in the wind, raised his hand across the whip and stopped him in his tracks.

" Elder Shuanglin, please enlighten me."

Xu Shuanglin blinked and suddenly snorted out a laugh, "Stop me you guys are really a heartwarming mentor and disciple."

Chu Wanning, on the other hand, said to Mo Ran as he fought, "Boundaries."

"It's all set up."

The reason Mo Ran did not appear was because he had been ordered to erect a barrier around the Cold Water Lake. Although the rift in the sky this time was not as dramatic as Butterfly Town's, all the prisoners in the Infernal Hell were evil spirits with twisted minds and lost their sanity.

Mo Ran and Shuanglin exchanged blows and the two fought for about ten strokes in an instant. Mo Ran said, "Elder Shuanglin don't always try to run to my master, it's me you should be dealing with."

"What for?" Shuanglin laughed abruptly, "I'm not saying you're too aggressive, young man, you're too old to stand up to that kind of violence."

Mo Ran :""

"Come with you, it's going to get broken." He smiled and said, "Little brother spare me, let me have some water and let me go play with your master"

In his previous life, he had seen Xu Shuanglin's death and knew that he was not a villain, but in his current life, he was one of the people behind it.

He had the same interrogation skills as Tianwen, and it would be easy to pester Xu Shuanglin and find out what he was really thinking, but Xu Shuanglin was so light that he could move in and out much more skillfully than Nan Gongliu. The red light could only hit him, but not lock him in place.

Moreover, since he was Ye Wangxi's father, Mo Ran could not help but show some mercy until the matter was clarified.

Xu Shuanglin suddenly gave another evil laugh: "Almost, Master Mo, I'm sorry first."

Mo Ran didn't know why he said that and was stunned, "What"

"Because I'm going to bully your master."

Xu Shuanglin raises his hand and with a flash of light at his fingertips, a white train whistles in the direction of Chu Wanning playing his zither high above him.

Mo Ran was most concerned about Chu Wanning and was distracted when Xu Shuanglin's eyes darkened and with his other hand he flicked his fan from his waist and brought it down on Mo Ran's throat with a stern gesture.

"Brakes"

Xu Shuanglin retracted the handle of the fan, which was stained with Mo Ran's blood, and pointed his hand to the ground, only to see a drop of blood fall into the lake, which suddenly lit up with a greenish light.

When I looked down, I saw that the Shenwu, the wood core formation that Nan Gongliu and Xu Shuanglin had been guarding, was immersed in the water of the frozen lake, drawing on the essence of the surrounding grasses and trees.

The earth trembled and after a few moments of dead silence, an ancient, sharp, hair-blowing black blade emerged from the water, blazing with light.

Xu Shuanglin shouted at Nan Gongliu, "The spell is open he's coming out get under the sky rift, meet the battle meet the battle"

Meet the Battle

Did they summon someone from the infernal hell just for a fight?

When he saw the Shenwu floating in mid-air, he could think of nothing else and stood frozen as if struck by a whip, unable to speak a word.

Because the weapon that brings together the wood attribute of the eye of the formation is actually

Fairy Tramper's 100th Blade of War Shenwu does not return

Mo Ran suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, his eyes went black, and some kind of murmuring he couldn't hear seemed to repeat itself in his ears. He couldn't breathe, he felt the blood of his past life pounding through the night, soaking him to the bone, he was nauseous, dizzy and his heart was beating fast

When he saw what Xu Shuanglin was going to do with the Bugui, Mo Ran raised his hand and tried to recall Shenwu. But as soon as his spiritual energy was released, he heard Chu Wanning's zither stop.

The pupils closed suddenly.

"Master."

How could he have forgotten the fragility of Chu Wanning's spirit core? Back when Xuanyuan would come out, a groom had said that Bugui seemed to have some kind of repulsive force with Chu Wanning and that it would backfire on Chu Wanning and would make Chu Wanning's already weak spirit core even more unbearable.

How could he forget

Mo Ran snapped off his link with Bugui, swept up the giant vine and leapt up before it gave way, grabbing Chu Wanning, who was pale with pain, and landed with him in the nearby orange grove.

At the same time, the coffins that Chu Wanning had summoned to the Heavenly Question broke up and disintegrated, but fortunately those who had been bewitched were no longer confused, and although they did not wake up completely, they no longer listened to Nan Gongliu's orders.

"Master," Mo Ran was so anxious and remorseful that he fell to his knees in the snow and hugged Chu Wanning, whose brow was furrowed, stroking his face, "How are you?"

When he saw the blood seeping from the corners of Chu Wanning's mouth, his heart ached, and he scrambled to wipe it away, but as he did so, he suddenly thought of Chu Wanning in his previous life, lying in his arms, bleeding to death on top of the Kunlun Snow Mountain. He was wiping away the blood in the same way he was wiping away the stains, but he couldn't get it off.

Like an awl into the heart.

His eyes were red, "Did it hurt"

Chu Wanning was so affected by Bugui's fury that he felt it all flowing towards his chest in an instant, like it was trying to cut open his chest cavity.

What was worse, there seemed to be many tattered visions twisting and flickering before his eyes.

He shook his head, struggling to shake off the blurred visions, and struggled to look over at Nan Gongliu, and with only a glance, the last of the blood on his face faded and quenched violently.

He grabbed Mo Ran's arm at once, out of nowhere, and said in a dumb voice, "Over there, look out."

Mo Ran saw his face like gold paper, his eyes shining with great consternation, reflecting the firelight

Firelight

When he turned around, it was no longer little ghosts and monsters that were pouring out of the crack in the sky, but rolling hellish lava, the fire of the earth boiling down from the sky. The ghosts and monsters who had escaped at the same time were all scorched to ashes in the raging fire, and were reduced to a puff of smoke before they could even utter a wailing cry.

What a treacherous situation

The lava hung in the canopy like a magnificent golden-red waterfall, flowing slowly and calmly, licking sinisterly and magnificently, as it reached the cold water lake, where the broken ice and water were set alight like firewood and began to burn. Nan Gongliu and Xu Shuanglin, standing at the front of the group, turned on their strongest water spells to keep from being engulfed by the fire.

The flames flowed slowly, but they were soon to reach those who were frozen and caught in Zhenlong's game.

Mo Ran cursed and raised his hand to form a seal, but he was not familiar with water formations and was halfway through when Chu Wanning in his arms suddenly held his hand down, his face pale as he said, "The seal is wrong. I'll do it."

Mo Ran took him and sat him up against him, but stopped his hand, "Stop moving, you teach me."

Chu Wanning hesitated, but knew that his spiritual power was momentarily impaired and that he might not be able to cast the spell properly, and there was no room for ambiguity when human life was at stake. So he took Mo Ran's hand, laced his ten fingers one by one and positioned them correctly, before saying hoarsely, "Cast the spell."

The streams of spirit spilled out from the tips of their fingers, quickly creating a boundary in the air, forming blue waves of water that enveloped the mind-lost puppets.

Chu Wanning breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to compliment Mo Ran, but when his eyelashes lifted, he saw a wet tear on that handsome face in the light of hell.

Why is he crying?

Because of who

Chu Wanning is a little confused.

Shi Mei is not here, Xue Meng is not injured, Mo Ran does not know anyone else, so can he dare to be greedy, Mo Ran is in tears for himself

"Don't cry."

Mo Ran looked back and wiped her face almost hastily and carelessly.

"What does it look like to be such a big man."

Mo Ran just looked at him with moist eyes and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

At his words, Chu Wanning froze for a moment, and then a warmth as soft as a hot spring stream rose in his chest, where the pain was still fresh. For the first time in his life, before the catastrophe, his heart was filled with something personal, a mixture of sorrow and tenderness, sourness and pain, sweetness and astringency. It was out of place, but it could not be contained.

"It's just a small injury, probably because I summoned two Shenwu at the same time and lost too much spiritual energy, so my old illness came on." Chu Wanning raised his hand, hesitated and stroked Mo Ran's hair, "Don't worry, I'm not in pain anymore."

And then he turned his head again to look at the hoary hellfire, the fiery red lotus.

The colour of his eyes sank, the pain under his eyes subdued, his gaze nearly ruthless and steady.

"You see what Nan Gongliu is going to do and find the right moment." He paused, and when he spoke again there was no more tramping, "Kill him."

Chu Wanning's eyes are extremely hateful, and there is even more remorse in them.

Nan Gongliu was right. At Jin Chengchi, it was he who, at the age of 14 or 15, had spared Nan Gongliu, who was already showing his demonic face, even for the sake of the stability of Upper Fairy World and so that Si, who was still young, would not know about it. He did not even tell the world that Nan Gongliu had given up his wife to get Shenwu.

It was his youthful naivety, his excessive good intentions that brought about this situation, his letting the tiger back into the woods that caused the red lotus fire at this moment.

What exactly does Nan Gongliu want to do?