Chapter 204: The Master Protects Me

On the other side, Xue Meng has run to the area of intense fighting, raising his arms and shouting, "Stop it, stop it, it's useless."

In fact, before he arrived, the men felt something was very wrong.

The fight between a thousand elites and tens of thousands of unruly corpses seemed magnificent and heroic, but the more everyone fought, the more confused they became, because it didn't look like a battle was about to begin.

The crowd had come all the way here, and apart from two people who had been slightly injured, the rest of the cultivators were unscathed. So when Xue Meng shouted, everyone stopped and turned to look at him.

"I"

It was the first time that Xue Meng had been watched by so many people at the same time, and many of them were dignitaries and elders, so she choked for a moment.

Chu Wanning asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the voice of his master, Xue Meng felt a little more at ease, pointing to the place where Mo Ran was fighting with the mantle vine willow and said, " Mo Ran seems to have figured out what is going on here, fighting these zombies should not help much."

The faces of all the people looked at each other, and the faces of all the sect leaders turned ugly as they were not willing to listen to a junior's instructions. Jiang Xi's face was the deepest as he said, "Mo Ran is just a young boy in his early twenties, what does he know?"

If it were anyone else, Xue Meng might have been more polite, but this man was Jiang Xi, and Xue Meng was furious at the sight of him, saying, "If you're twenty years old and drinking milk, it doesn't mean that everyone else has to be as narrow-minded as you."

The disciples of Lonely Moonlit could not stand up to the public embarrassment of Jiang Xi and were furious.

"What are you talking about?"

" Xue Meng, keep your mouth shut"

Xue Meng would have felt uncomfortable being stared at in silence, but when he encountered this situation, he was not afraid. He and Mo Ran had been fighting for so many years that he was used to provoking and being provoked, so he immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "What, am I wrong in saying that you don't distinguish between importance and importance in front of the big events of your Jiang Sect?

Jiang Xi was also a violent man, the head of a sect and the head of an immortal school, but he actually narrowed his eyes and exchanged words with a junior in front of the crowd.

"Age and seniority are inherently linked, and when you reach your father's age, you should understand the truth that when talking to your elders, etiquette comes first."

Xue Meng said angrily, "With a heart like Jiang's, can he be an elder too?"

"All right Xue Meng ." Xue Zhengyong frowned, "Stop talking. Where is Mo Ran? Take us there now."

Although Xue Zhengyong stopped Xue Meng just in time, Jiang Xi could not be bothered, but he still brushed his sleeve and said, "Xue Zhengyong, you have really taught your son well."

Xue Zhengyong's face was blue, as if he wanted to say something, but about the face of the First Lord of the World, he didn't say anything after all, and followed the crowd straight to the mountainside.

Halfway up the hill, he saw Mo Ran, dressed in black, flying in, half of his sleeves covered in blood, the piece clutched tightly in his hand, the vines behind him already burnt and no new ones scuttling out for the moment.

At the sight of his injuries, Chu Wanning and Xue Zhengyong's faces changed and Xue Zhengyong said, "Mo Ran, how are you healing?

Shi Mei seemed stunned, too, and looked at Mo Ran's bloody arm, her face slightly pale, and for a moment she froze in place.

He nodded to Hua Binan and said, "Thank you, Holy Hand."

"You're welcome." Hua Binan's voice was cold and bland, "I wonder what Master Mo has discovered that he would like to share with us."

Mo Ran was in a very bad mood at this moment, and he knew very well that if he revealed the "Heart of Communion Formation" at this moment, he would certainly be met with suspicion and speculation by some people.

But he couldn't care less, he knew very well what kind of bloodshed the Zhenlong game would cause if it appeared in large numbers in the jianghu, and that was something neither he nor Chu Wanning would want to see.

"Look at this."

He spreads his palm and shows the black pieces in his hand to the crowd.

Jiang Xi snorted, " Didn't Zhenlong Chess already know about this, and was this what Patriarch Mo's discovery was all about If they hadn't been hit by Zhenlong Chess, how could these corpses be at the mercy of others."

Mo Ran pursed his lips and said, "It's not Zhenlong chess, it's the soul-devouring bug on the chess piece."

He pointed it out to the crowd, "It's right here."

Jiang Xi stood with his hands in the air and did not say much, only looked at him coldly: ""

Xue Zhengyong came closest and looked at the worm, but after looking at it for half a day, he couldn't figure out what was wrong and asked, "What's wrong with this worm?"

"It's on every single chess piece." Mo Ran says, "This Zhenlong chess game is not as simple as you see."

A pair of eyes were fixed on him, and he swept over the pair of eyes.

He certainly knew what he was doing.

Tell everyone what you know, in order to stop a catastrophe from happening.

But at what cost, and he knows it well

This is actually where the man behind the curtain is brilliant. If that person was unsure whether Mo Ran was a reborn body or not, the Formation of Common Heart was undoubtedly the best bait.

Unless Mo Ran can be ruthless enough not to speak up and let the calamity befall him. As soon as he opens his mouth to give directions, he will undoubtedly reveal a message to the man behind the curtain.

Fairy Tramper The emperor must have been reborn.

But Mo Ran had no choice but to weigh in, "I don't know if any of you have ever seen a puppet show."

Someone replied, "Of course I've seen it. But what are you saying this for"

"I saw it too, but as a child I was too short to fit in the front row, so I had to stand at the back of the cabinet and listen to a play or two from behind the curtain." Mo Ran said, "So the puppet show I saw may not have been the same as yours. What you saw was a story played out on the stage, with a few cloth puppets on stage, fighting and killing, talking and singing."

Jiang Xi said impatiently, "Can you be more concise about what you want to say?"

"I can't." Mo Ran said, "Not everyone understands as fast as Master Jiang, and I want everyone to understand."

""

Seeing Jiang Xi's grim face, Mo Ran continued: "The cloth puppet on the stage, does it move by itself?"

Xue Zhengyong said, "Of course not."

"So how do they move does it take a few people crouching under a table curtain, holding up wooden sticks and strings, to manipulate them"

"That's right."

"Good." Mo Ran says, "I have a vision. I don't know if this is what Xu Shuanglin had in mind, but I think it's pretty close. Phoenix Mountain, where we are now, is like the underside of a theatre. These floppy zombies are like puppets underneath the stage, and naturally they don't need much power, they just need to move the puppets."

Jiang Xi said, "Go on."

"If that were true, Phoenix Mountain would really just be a backstage, and the actual play that would be performed would not be here, but would be on stage." Mo Ran says, "Xu Shuanglin is like the leader of the troupe, he gives an order and to whom it will be given"

Xue Zhengyong said, "Of course it's the person crouched behind the curtain, carrying the string."

Mo Ran said, "Good. That's the thing, on Phoenix Mountain, it's the people who carry the strings, and Xu Shuanglin tells them the instructions, and they drive the puppets in their hands to stand up and act."

Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes as he listened, "You mean that there is a place, besides Phoenix Mountain, where there are mountains of corpses, and that place is the so-called stage, and those corpses are the so-called Muppets"

"Master Jiang is so perceptive."

"You don't have to flatter me," Jiang Xi said. Jiang Xi said, "I just want to know, this paragraph of yours seems to be flowery and headstrong, but in fact it is whimsical and pie-in-the-sky. Master Mo, there is no evidence for your empty words, what is the basis for these statements"

"I don't have much to go on." Mo Ran said, "I can also think of this because I inadvertently found this pawn with the soul-devouring insect in the corpse."

The pitch-black piece in his hand was still sticky and dirty with blood, and the soul-devouring insect had not long left its body and was not yet dead, lying limply on top.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked not at Jiang Xi, but at Hua Binan, the Sage of Cold Scales behind Jiang Xi: "The Sage should know best what kind of aptitude the Soul Eater has."

"This insect is extremely adaptable, which one is Master Mo referring to"

Mo Ran said, "Imitation."

Hua Binan said, "Naturally, I am clear about this. The larvae are very good at imitating the male, and will imitate his every move until they reach adulthood."

Mo Ran said, "Okay, so what happens if I take the larvae corresponding to this piece and cast it into another person's body"

"" Hua Binan's expression changed slightly and he said, "What the body here does, the body over there will do the same."

"How can I solve it?"

"There is no solution, except the death of the worm."

Mo Ran nodded and said, "Spread out a bit, all of you, and watch carefully."

As soon as he said this, his eyes suddenly glowed with coldness and he struck at the soul-devouring insect on the chess piece. At this moment the earth suddenly trembled and the thin mantle of the earth rose up and once again lunged at Mo Ran, who was startled, but Mo Ran quickly restrained his killing intent and avoided the round of vines.

He slowed his breath, stood with one hand in the air, and said, "See? Phoenix Mountain is deliberately protecting these Soul Eaters from being killed. If anyone still insists that the presence of these worms on Zhenlong is a coincidence or a mere decoration, then I have nothing to say."

There was a few moments of silence as almost everyone pondered and digested Mo Ran's speculation.

Bold to the point of almost outrageous speculation.

Yet somehow, for a time, no loopholes could be found.

Mo Ran's ideas are crazy, but he speaks with certainty and a hardened gaze.

It was as if he was absolutely sure of Xu Shuanglin's thoughts and actions, and he was trying to convince them.

But the certitude was frightening, and the crowd, even Chu Wanning, was slightly uneasy. He frowned, looking distantly at Mo Ran's somewhat pale face, and he suddenly had the palpitating feeling that something was showing a little bit of its face, a little bit of its fangs.

To be torn apart.

Only a man like Xue Zhengyong, who was a simple thinker, did not care too much about why Mo Ran had come up with such a strange and bizarre "puppet manipulation method" in such a short period of time, but he just pondered it for a while and then suddenly tapped his head.

"So, Xu Shuanglin isn't even here."

Mo Ran: "I don't think so."

Elder Xuan Ji's concern was not quite the same as the crowd's, he frowned and said, "Along the way, there are nine thousand if not ten thousand zombies killed, where did he get so many corpses If there is any place where so many people suddenly died, there is no reason why the ten sects would not be alerted."

Mo Ran sighed and said, "Just died. You guys forgot."

"Where just died."

Mo Ran, seeing the crowd's confusion, said two words succinctly.

" Linyi ."

"No way."

Immediately, someone retorted to him.

" Linyi It was a sea of fire, a sea of robberies and fires, all burnt to ashes, so how could there be any bodies left?"

"Because of the spatial rift." Mo Ran said, "Apart from Xu Shuanglin, he has a companion who knows about space rifts."

This time there was no rebuttal.

Not because it is believed, but because it is so ridiculous that it is laughable.

It was only after a long time that Jiang Xi said, "That is the first forbidden art that has long been lost."

"The first great forbidden art is the space-time rift." Mo Ran said, "Not space."

"There are thousands of people here, not just Xu Shuanglin." Jiang Xi's face was cold, "How much power does it take to get thousands of people to Phoenix Mountain before they are engulfed in flames?"

"Why don't you think about it differently, Master Jiang?" Mo Ran said, "I would think that these people were not sent here while they were alive, but after they were burned to death and before they were turned into ashes. With this kind of teleportation technique, it's much easier to send the dead than the living."

Jiang Xi, who did not like being pulled along in his thoughts by his junior, was a little enraged, and he narrowed his eyes, but before he could speak, a pale, slender hand held him down. Hua Binan smiled faintly and looked at Mo Ran: "Master Mo, you speak with such certainty, as if you had seen it with your own eyes, and what proof do you have"

Mo Ran did not expect Drug Clan to come forward and speak up, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "No one will know better than Master Hua whether the skin of these zombies is burnt or rotten."

Hua Binan glanced at a few zombies in the distance with their legs cut off and unable to get up, then turned his gaze back and said indifferently, "Even if they are burnt, how can we be sure that they are the corpses of Linyi's victims?"

Mo Ran's dark eyes stared at him unyieldingly as he said, "I'm just guessing. If Master Hua thinks it is absurd, then he can tell us another way to get Xu Shuanglin to bring a thousand bodies to Phoenix Mountain unnoticed and under the noses of all the sects."

Hua Binan laughed: "I'm not good at evil, so I can't guess."

""

No one else said much more for a while.

These words of the Cold Scale Sage were a poke in the heart of the crowd.

From the moment Mo Ran speculated about the use of the Soul Eater, many people had a vague feeling of horror in their hearts and felt the hairs on their backs.

There is a saying that the kind of person you are, the kind of thing you can see in your eyes.

Many of those present were not naive characters, and naturally they could see the crux of the matter at once, which was how Mo Ran could have made such a terrible but well thought out guess in such a short time

Naturally, he would not be a member of Xu Shuanglin's party, and if he were, he would never have poked such speculation out.

So, does this mean that Master Mo, who has always presented himself as a "clean" person, has actually secretly been involved in this kind of evil spell, or has studied it more or less for a long time

Hua Binan flicked the veil over her face and smiled, "In the end, when it comes to guessing Xu Shuanglin's mind, I feel that I am no match for Master Mo."

Mo Ran wanted to retort for a moment, but suddenly he felt so untenable that he couldn't justify it by saying that I was just guessing, and that I wasn't good at evil.

At this moment, a clear, cold voice could be heard saying, "Patriarch Hua, why do you have to insinuate things?"

"Ah." Hua Binan smiled, " Master Chu ."

Chu Wanning, dressed in white like snow, stood beneath the moonlight, his expression extremely indifferent: "Individuals are in different positions, and what they think is also different. Do you understand what I mean, Master Hua?"

Hua Binan smiled and said, "I am sorry for my ignorance."

" Mo Ran has his own opinions." Chu Wanning said coldly, "He is a disciple of mine and I expect you to be careful what you say and not to speculate."

Such trust made Mo Ran's throat feel extremely sour and he murmured, "Master"

Hua Binan looked at Chu Wanning for a moment, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't. He smiled and retired to the Lonely Moonlit lineup.

Jiang Xi regained his face, but still looked ugly.

He said coldly, "No matter what, let's get to the top first and then discuss."

When the crowd reached the top of the mountain, it was empty, except for a huge spell formation with red balls of light constantly emerging from its eyes.

Mo Ran's heart sank and his fingertips went cold at the sight of this formation.

It is true that the Formation of Communion is a formation that is needed to refine the communion pieces and merge the soul-devouring insects into the Zhenlong chess.

Snow Walk Palace Master frowned and surveyed the bizarre formation totem and said, "What kind of formation is this never seen before. Master Xue, you have seen a lot, have you seen it before"

Xue Zhengyong padded over to look at it and shook his head, "No."

Jiang Xi's brown-black eyes glowed with a dark light as he looked at the eye of the formation for a moment and reached out to slowly probe it. He was most proficient in this kind of pill-making formation, and after closing his eyes for about an incense stick, he suddenly withdrew his hand and turned to Mo Ran, "Do you have any other ideas?"

His reaction was a clear indication that Mo Ran's guess was right.

Mo Ran said, "Yes."

Jiang Xi said, "Speak."

"Since it's a zygote, then like I said earlier, one is on stage and one is off stage, so as many Zhenlong chesses as Xu Shuanglin makes here, as many corpses will rise up wherever, equally at his command." Mo Ran paused and made the most crucial point, "But in that place, the ones piled up would never be ordinary zombies with no power in their hands. I'm afraid they are the remains of people who were extremely strong in life."

Xue Meng exclaimed, "This is why Xu Shuanglin killed so many ordinary people in order to make the dead bodies of the monks under him better controlled"

"I'm afraid so."

""

Xue Meng looked back down the mountain, the vast mountain of corpses and blood, and in a flash his face was completely bloodless, not knowing whether it was because he found it too disgusting and shocking, or because he thought of another place where they would face the same number of dead monks.

Perhaps both, Xue Meng looks a little shaken.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Look here there's a body here"

There is actually no longer any tall shelter at the top of the hill, only a bush where a sharp eye has noticed what appears to be a cut of white clothing peeking out.