Chapter 201: Master, How Shall I Humiliate You

With Jade Lake Villa gone, Huang Xiaoyue has no more reason to stay, even if he wants to.

He could only go up the hill.

Hoping for a quick victory, Mo Ran jumped into the Phoenix Mountain boundary, followed by Jiangdong Court's men. Once inside the boundary, Mo Ran was fine, but Jiangdong Court's men all screamed out

It's dead people.

There are dead people everywhere.

All over the ground, all over the trees, lying on the ground, hanging from the treetops, densely packed with dead bodies. Moving, crawling, twisting and turning, at a very slow pace, towards each living person.

Phoenix Mountain has turned into a mountain of corpses

Huang Xiaoyue saw this and, with one man in front of him, drew out his duster and struck forward, rolling off the heads of four or five dead bodies in the blink of an eye. Before Mo Ran knew why the old man had suddenly become so brave, he was heard to scream, falling to the ground in an extremely ostentatious position, his eyes turning white and coughing up blood.

Mo Ran: "" Jiangdong Court's disciples were busy crowding up: "Senior Huang"

"Seniors."

"No matter, I'm badly injured, but I can still do something." Huang Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but after two strokes, his knees gave out and he fell back to the ground, panting heavily.

The disciples then said anxiously, "Senior should go outside to rest, there are too many evil spirits here and I'm afraid it will damage your heart chakra."

"Yeah yeah yeah."

Huang Xiaoyue first excused himself, and while doing so, he spat out blood, which was still mixed with sticky saliva and was unspeakably disgusting. Mountain boundary.

The boundary stopped people from entering, but not from escaping, and soon Jiangdong Court had no more people left. At that moment, a young man suddenly came down from the foot of the mountain in front of them, with long pale gold hair, blue eyes and a cold look.

He and Mo Ran saw each other and were slightly startled by each other.

Mo Ran reacted first: "Brother Mei."

Mei Hanxue nodded, coldly nonverbal.

Mo Ran asked anxiously, "Have you seen my master and the others?"

"It's just up ahead." As he said this, a dead body staggered up from behind Mei Hanxue, and Mo Ran was about to warn her, when she saw a cold flash of sword light.

He poofed his sword out, black pooling fluid dripping from it. Mei Hanxue looked cold, wiped the blood off his sword and said, "You go up and keep going, the first mountain pass fork to the left, there are too many dead bodies, the path is being cleared, everyone is there."

Mo Ran thanked him and was about to catch up. But Mei Hanxue stops him again.

"Wait."

"Brother Mei is not well."

"Yes. The Palace Master and Madam Yung are old friends, and she was relieved to have me turn back to check on those two at Confucianism School. How are they, they're both still out there"

When Mo Ran heard this, he was relieved and said, "They are still waiting outside, and Nangong Si has put a binding spell on himself. But Huang Xiaoyue has gone out and is afraid he will do something to make things difficult for them again.

Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, said no more, and with a click of her toes, she disappeared at the end of the boundary.

Without further delay, Mo Ran rushed to the main group.

Strangely enough, he had thought that with so many corpses, he should have seen the remains of some of his own people on the road, but there were none. There were chopped up corpses and rotting flesh everywhere, disgusting as it was, but not mixed with the remains of any of the monks.

It's because all the Masters have brought in the best of the best

He didn't have time to think much more about it and immediately plunged into the battle with the clearing of the foothills as well. If he had just come along where everyone had already fought, and those zombies had all been cut down to nothing, then at the moment he felt even more fishy once he got his hands on them.

It's too easy.

He felt that he was not fighting a fierce spirit at all, it was almost as if he was slaughtering ordinary people with no hands.

This situation disturbed him, and he had a vague suspicion that it was a terrible one

"Drink up!"

Suddenly, a zombie hung from a tree in front of him, draped over his head, and reached out for Mo Ran's neck. Mo Ran swept back and the zombie immediately turned his head, his nostrils flapping, one hand grabbing his shoulder and trying to bring his hideous, rotting face to him.

Mo Ran was disgusted, but took the opportunity to observe first, and then kicked it hard, knocking it over into the swarm of corpses coming up, knocking down several carrion corpses that were coming at him as well.

" Mo Ran "

By this time Xue Meng had also fought his way over and was back to back with him, Xue Meng gasping for breath, some black blood splattered on his cheeks, his eyes like lightning, he said in a deep voice, "What's going on, these corpses are a joke playing human sea battle how come they are so weak"

Mo Ran's eyes were cold and chilling. In his previous life as the Fairy Tramper emperor, he had read all the evil arts and had a vague suspicion in his mind, but at the moment there were not enough clues for him to conclude.

Mo Ran gritted his back teeth and said, "These aren't monk corpses made of monks. They are ordinary people."

"What?" Xue Meng was shocked and asked sideways, "How can you tell if they're monks when they're all fucking rotten to black ash, like charcoal?

Mo Ran didn't answer directly, but said, "What would happen if I fought you and I couldn't dodge in time and you grabbed my shoulder"

"How could you expose your shoulder to me, it's a big fighting no-no, no eleven or twelve year old disciple would make such a mistake."

"Why is it a big no-no?"

"The nucleus is so close that grabbing your shoulder is the same as grabbing half of your nucleus, and stabbing it into your chest with your other hand will immediately determine life or death"

Mo Ran said, "Well, a zombie just grabbed me like that."

Xue Meng exclaimed, "How can you be so careless as to not want to die?"

Mo Ran interrupted him, "It's not moving."

"Ah."

"At that close distance, it didn't even think of attacking my spirit core with the other hand. For people of Xianxia, protecting one's spirit core and attacking others' spirit cores when in close proximity is already a habit that runs deep into the marrow of the bone, just like what you said, a young cultivator of eleven or twelve years old would do so. Even if they turn into zombies after death, the habit of fighting and physical combat will not change, but this corpse did not do so."

Mo Ran paused and spoke in a deep voice.

"Why not do both maybe. Can't do it, can't think of it."

Xue Meng :""

Mo Ran said: "It's impossible not to do it with sound hands and feet and a rare opportunity. So it can only be that there is no thought. Most of these corpses were ordinary people when they were alive, I'm afraid, and they wouldn't be a match for these elite warriors when they died, so the fight has gone on without a single wounded person."

Xue Meng said in awe, "How could this happen? What was Xu Shuanglin doing at Phoenix Mountain when he had to pile up so many ordinary people? He had this mind power, why didn't he go and manipulate the monks"

Mo Ran said, "Same possibilities as the party, both, can't do it, can't think of it."

"How could he not have thought of that?"

"So there's only one last one left. It can't be done." Mo Ran's eyes were heavy, seeing ghosts of starfire splash in his eyes like burning iron falling into the night ocean, " Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power is not enough to manipulate so many cultivators with the Zhenlong game of chess."

"Then it's useless for him to manipulate these limpets" Xue Meng kicked back another pile of zombies, actually laughing and crying, "What can be done to stop anything"

Mo Ran didn't say another word, his suspicions becoming clearer and clearer in his mind.

As he looked at the zombies fighting with the crowd, he soon noticed an extremely strange phenomenon: those corpses whose arms and legs had been cut off and whose heads had been cut off would fall to the ground and immediately have tiny vines sticking out, piercing directly into their chests and then, with a "poof", strangling the flesh of their chests, along with their hearts, into the ground and disappearing. It disappears without a trace.

It would have been extremely easy to spot, but the chaos was overwhelming and the crowd was overwhelmed. The vine was so small and thin that if you didn't stand still and observe it, you couldn't see it at all.

" Mo Ran "

Xue Meng is still calling to him, but Mo Ran doesn't even notice his voice.

Suddenly he leapt up and strangled a zombie by the neck, flipping out a concealed dagger in his hand and stabbing it straight in the heart.

Black blood splattered all over his face in a flash

Xue Meng's mouth suddenly opened wide and she took two steps backwards, unable to speak.

He thinks Mo Ran must be out of his mind.

Mo Ran, with his face half-defined on the side, quickly and viciously shattered the zombie's black and grey heart, revealing a black pawn inside.

It was no surprise that the Phoenix Mountain corpses were clearly under the control of the Zhenlong game to behave like this, and it wasn't the pawn that Mo Ran was looking at as he rummaged through the blood and foul stench.

Xue Meng couldn't take it anymore and threw up with a bow.

"Are you you sick this is so disgusting vomit"

Ignoring him, Mo Ran fiddled with his fingers in the blood clot and soon found the one he was looking for.

Only on the back of the piece is seen a small worm, covered in crimson soul-devouring insect, lying close to the back of the piece.

At the same time, dozens of soft vines suddenly sprang up from the ground, coming straight towards Mo Ran's bloody hands.

Mo Ran had by now fully understood Xu Shuanglin's intentions and approach.

Chills ran down his spine and his blood ran cold

Because no one in this world, except for the Fairy Tramper in his previous life, would ever want to acquire such an evil secret technique

Just as the waves were created by Chu Wanning, all this, the pawns, the insects, the corpses, the arrangements, all point to an all-too-familiar spell for Mo Ran: the

The Formation of the Common Heart.

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

If it had been a guess before, the reappearance of this formation was a blow to the head, and its appearance undoubtedly corrected two things.

First, there must be another person in the world who has been reborn besides himself.

Secondly, the reborn person must have been familiar with the ways of the Fairy Tramper emperor in his previous life.

Mo Ran's hand trembled slightly, black blood stains dripping from his fingers as the black piece and the crimson worm clutched in his palm.

He dodged the vines that came flying at him, but his mind was already in turmoil.

In the midst of the chaos and horror, he jolted back to the shattering memories of his past life

At the beginning, he was only nineteen years old.

At that time, the rift in the ghost world had just been filled and Shi Mei was newly mourning, while he had been secretly practicing the art of Zhenlong's chess game behind everyone's back for almost half a year, but it had been ineffective and had failed repeatedly.

Until that day.

Nineteen-year-old Mo Weiyu sits cross-legged and slowly opens her eyes.

He opened his hand, and in his pale palm lay two dark pieces, the first Zhenlong pieces he had ever refined in his life.

Before that, he had tried thousands of methods, all of which had failed. He could not understand the obscure sentences written on the forbidden scrolls, but he could not ask Chu Wanning. In fact, he didn't want to talk to Chu Wanning much anymore, and Shi Mei's death became a gap between them that could never be bridged.

The pair, master and apprentice, have long since died in name only.

In the last few months of his demonic face, he would walk along the road and occasionally encounter a man in white walking across the street. But each time they met, he would walk away as if he hadn't seen them, without saying a word.

In fact, several times at Naihe Bridge, as they passed each other, his eyes noticed that Chu Wanning seemed to want to say something to him. Unfortunately, Chu Wanning's dignity did not allow him to call on his pupil. Mo Ran, on the other hand, would not give him the time to hesitate and left without looking back.

The ultimate wrong shoulder.

It took Mo Ran a long time, unaided, to read and understand the meaning of the forbidden scroll, and to learn the most crucial point of the game of Zhenlong.

All the pieces, whether black or, more powerfully, white, which can empathise with the wielder, are condensed from the spiritual energy of the wielder.

The amount of spiritual energy required to condense each piece is astonishing. The spiritual energy required to refine one black piece is enough to perform hundreds of moves, while refining one white piece can almost exhaust the spiritual energy of a Grand Master of Chu Wanning's level in an instant.

That is to say, if a person is intelligent and has the best knowledge of the Zhenlong game, it is of no use, for if one does not have enough spiritual power, one can only talk about it on paper. Although Mo Ran was gifted and had an abundance of spiritual flow, he was after all a young man not even twenty years old, so he put in all his effort and failed several times, but in the end he only managed to condense two black pieces.

At the moment it lies in the palm of his hand.

Mo Ran stared at the two black sons with a strange gleam in his eyes, the only light in the dark room was a nearly burnt-out candlestick shining on his face.

He did it.

He did not care about the number of pieces at that time, but was only ecstatic that he had managed to condense Zhenlong Black. He had done it!

A man as handsome as he was suddenly had the hideous look of some beast.

He stepped out of the dark room where he had been practising, his mind giddy, half because of the bliss and half because the two pieces had drained all his spiritual energy, his whole being was deflated, and when he stepped outside and was hit by the dazzling sunlight, he was dizzy and out of breath.

His face was red for a moment, white for a moment, and a blurred vision shifted before his eyes as he saw, from a distance, two disciples from the Top of Death and Life approaching. And the only thing he had time to do was to hide the two black sons in his Qiankun pouch as quickly as possible, before his feet went weak and he fell to the ground, fainting.

Half asleep, he knew he had been taken back to the disciples' room and was lying on the not so spacious bed. He opened his eyes slightly and there was a man sitting beside the bed.

He was feverish, his head was aching, he couldn't see the person's face, and could only dimly feel those eyes looking at him with such concern, such concentration, such gentleness, and even, it seemed, with self-condemnation.

"Division"

His lips opened and closed, his voice too muffled to say the full sentence, but the tears flowed first.

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

""

Shi Mei, are you back.

Please don't go away and don't die and don't leave me alone

Since Mother left, there is no one else in the world who will treat me as kindly and as well as you do, no one else who will not mind me and will always be there for me.

Shi Mei, don't go!

He couldn't stop the rolling tears, and he felt so useless, but he kept crying, in his dreams and in his sleep, all the time.

That person, sitting by his bedside, stayed with him, later holding his hand and not speaking, just awkwardly, without leaving for a moment, stayed with him.

Mo Ran thought of the two Zhenlong pieces he had in his dry pouch, which he also knew to be the source of evil, the seed of the devil.

But it was also a bargaining chip for him to fight against heaven and earth after he had asked for it but could not get it.

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

Mo Ran murmured, his gaze hazy beneath wet lashes, looking at the vision of Shi Mei as he said, "I'm sorry if you're still here, I'm also"

I didn't want to, either, go down that road.

But the last half of the sentence was no longer strong enough to be said, and he fell asleep once more. When he woke up again, the man in white was long gone, and Mo Ran felt that it was a dream he had had while he was drifting off. He remembered that there was an incense burner in the house, which Xue Zhengyong had given him to calm his mind.

The incense has gone out.

The very long tray of incense, which did not burn out, was snuffed out.

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 make sense of it. Finally he simply did not want to think about it, he saw his clothes and ornaments, Shenwu Mo knife, all laid out properly on the table, as was his Qiankun bag.

He came back to his senses and hurriedly got down to the ground in his bare feet and went to get his dry pouch.

It opened up and, thankfully, the three knots he had deliberately wrapped around before he passed out were still there, untouched.

Relieved, Mo Ran fiddles with the bag and he sees the two Zhenlong chess pieces, dark as night, lurking in the corner like two unsuspecting ghostly eyes. To devour him.

He stared at the two pieces for a moment.

That's probably how fate would have changed if Chu Wanning had flipped through Mo Ran's pocket at the time.

But Chu Wanning doesn't go through other people's things, even with his pockets open, and he won't even look at them.

Mo Ran took the pieces out. The knot in his throat gathered and his heart beat like a drum.

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

This was the first weapon he had ever concocted and he couldn't wait to try it out but whoever was looking for it had a lightning bolt in his head and an extremely crazy thought came to him.

Chu Wanning.

He wanted to play the pawn into Chu Wanning's body.

After the fight, will that cold, heartless, hypocritical man be subservient to him from now on? Will he never stand when told to kneel?

Could he make Chu Wanning kneel before him and apologize, make Chu Wanning fall at his feet, could he make Chu Wanning call him master could he stab him and bite him

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

Yes, torture him.

What would be most painful and humiliating for this high and mighty immortal

Humiliate him

Mo Ran squeezed the two pieces tightly, his mouth dry and his tongue growing hot.

He was in a state of intense excitement and anxiety, and he licked his chapped lips. He couldn't wait to do so, to see Chu Wanning dropping her pale neck to himself, then to reach up and feel the thin warble himself, and then

Crush his neck Crush his bones

Mo Ran felt unhappy.

He felt empty and unsatisfied for no apparent reason.

It was too boring to let Chu Wanning die. Even imagining it did not please him. He wanted to see him cry, to see him prostrate, to see him live and die in shame and anger.

He always felt there was a more brilliant way to vent his anger.

He put a piece to his lips, the cold touch against them, and he murmured in a low voice: "You can't stop me anymore, Chu Wanning. The day will come soon when I will make you"

What makes you

He hadn't thought about it then, and he didn't know that a large part of his raging desire at the moment was for Chu Wanning's conquest and sexuality.

But he already had that terrible male instinct.

He wanted to bury the first coagulated demon seed into Chu Wanning's body.

He wanted to dirty him.

He got up, pushed the door and walked out