Chapter 220: [Dragon Mountain] Side by Side

Mo Ran doesn't say a word.

If it were not for this dream, he would not have known that deep down he was hiding such a shocking fear, fear of Chu Wanning's death, fear of interrogating Shi Mei's feelings, fear that this life and this life are but a dream of his own.

He hung his head, not knowing whether it was the cold water that broke his dreams, or something else.

He felt cold, shivering with cold.

Chu Wanning got up from the floor. There were too many eyes for him and Mo Ran to get any closer, not to mention the fact that Mo Ran had been hugging him and calling his name in a nightmare. If he hadn't tried so hard to restrain himself, he would have been pinned to the ground in front of everyone, even though it hadn't happened in the end, but Mo Ran's emotions were so intense that he didn't know how many people around him had sensed the difference.

Chu Wanning gets up slowly, his legs and feet sore after sitting for a long time.

Xue Meng raised her hand subconsciously, but for some reason, she did not go forward to help. Instead, Shi Mei reached out and whispered, "Master, take a moment."

Lowering his eyelashes, Chu Wanning did not say much, nor did he explain, but removed his already dishevelled outer robe, and his white coat fluttered out, landing on Mo Ran's shoulders.

"Drape it, and return it to me when the chill of the medicine has worn off."

Mo Ran also dared not look at him more than once and whispered, "Yes, Master."

Everyone else scattered as they scrutinised the scene inside the hall or checked to see if there were any more concealed weapons or organs. Xue Zhengyong asked Mo Ran a few questions and, seeing that his nephew was alright, patted him on the shoulder and also strode off towards where all the sects were.

Xue Meng did not leave, but when the crowd had gone, he suddenly leaned down and looked around, then lowered his voice and growled angrily: "What exactly did you dream about?"

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng gritted her teeth, "You're being asked."

"It's all just a dream."

"That's all in your mind" The light in Xue Meng's eyes were a bit confused, he was extremely distraught, "What are you thinking about you aren't you aren't"

"I dreamt that I killed someone." Mo Ran was shivering slightly from the bone-chilling cold, and her lips were blue and white, "I dreamt that I killed the Master."

"You."

"Nothing else."

Xue Meng's lips stammered as if he wanted to ask something more, but Mo Ran's words did not sound like a lie, but he said he had dreamt of killing his master

Not to mention the fact that Mo Ran now respects his master and somehow has such fear, but is that the look he gave Chu Wanning when he hugged him so tightly the way a disciple should?

It was as if one step further was an abyss of ten thousand feet.

Xue Meng hesitated for a moment, but then helped him to stand up.

Mo Ran said, "Thanks a lot."

And then he looked at the monks walking ahead of him, "Are there others who have fallen under the spell of incense?"

"No more, just you, you ran too fast." Xue Meng was still preoccupied, but always less emotionally charged than at first, "The moment we entered the hall, Jiang Xi sensed that incense of whatever eighteen ghosts had been lit here."

"It's not eighteen ghosts, it's nineteen levels of hell."

"That's the thing anyway, the name doesn't matter." Xue Meng said, "He did the dispersal, we came back in and it was fine." He paused, suddenly remembering something, and added, "But it's just a coincidence, if the party had made any more trouble, it would have been a problem."

"What does it mean?"

"You were walking fast and didn't see it. On our way to the Heavenly Palace, several poisonous snakes suddenly sprang out of the wicker basket Nan Gongliu was carrying, and many people were bitten when they couldn't avoid them. Jiang Xi had told us to go first and stay there to remove the poison from the snakes, and then follow them afterwards. If that's the case, I'm afraid everyone who arrived at the Heavenly Palace would have been hit." Xue Meng said, "With just one bottle of Dream Breaker Cold Water, he couldn't really save so many people."

Mo Ran, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, asked, "So why didn't he stay over there afterwards to pull the poison for everyone"

"He had a young apprentice who said he could solve it, so Jiang Xi left his apprentice there and came up with us first himself."

Mo Ran's frown deepened.

His eyes followed the backs of Lonely Moonlit's group, and he scanned the crowd, but could not find the figure he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi's apprentice did not know how to cure the snake's venom, then there were undoubtedly only two people left to stay where they were: Jiang Xi and Hua Binan.

" What about Hua Binan?"

Xue Meng froze for a moment, "You suspect the Cold Scale Sage"

"Just a question."

"There's nothing to suspect, Hua Binan himself has been bitten and is meditating down there. But there was already a lot of poison in his body, so he said he'd be fine after he'd been meditating on his own for a while, and would come up to join us later."

Mo Ran's expression becomes even more sombre.

Jiang Xi was the only one left who could heal the wounded, as the Cold Scale Sage was injured and unable to move. It is fortunate that Jiang Xi has a disciple under him who happens to be able to cure this kind of snake poison, without him, Jiang Xi would still be down there pulling out the poison from the wounded monk.

When he comes up again, what will it be like in this ancestral heavenly palace, a bottle of broken dreams and cold water, can he still save the situation?

" Xue Meng ."

"Hmm."

"Keep an eye on Hua Binan."

At the end of these words, the ground suddenly felt a violent tremor, and then a distant dragon chant cut through the sky and came from outside the hall.

Someone, already like a scared bird, said with horror, "What's going on? What was that noise just now?"

One of the more daring monks said, "I'll go and have a look."

He swept quickly to the entrance of the temple and looked downwards and also towards the sky, then turned back and said, "It's alright, it should just be some of the occasional noises that this mountain makes, after all, it's made by the evil spirit of the augur."

He finished and was about to walk back.

But just then, his ankle was violently grabbed by something. When the monk looked down, he saw a ghastly white hand. He did not react for a moment and remained frozen in the distance.

Xue Zhengyong, with a keen eye, shouted from afar, "Watch out!"

But it was too late. A dead body leapt into the air, wrapped in the crane banner of the School of Confucianism and blinded by a silk band, and stabbed the monk through the chest with a steady, accurate sword.

"I," the monk's eyes widened in bewilderment as he raised his hand and subconsciously touched the long sword he had poked out, before spitting out a large mouthful of blood and falling to the ground in a heap, never to move again.

There was a few moments of dead silence before the ground rumbled again. As they looked out the door of the temple, they saw thick dragon tendons rising up through the clouds, each bloody dragon tendon holding the body of one of the Confucianism School's predecessors, looking like a swarm of bees in mid-air, ready to rush into the temple and mash them to pieces.

Master Ma shrieked and covered his eyes, "Oh my God, oh my God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Xue Zhengyong was so angry with the merchant that he spat blood and slapped him on the back of the head to shut him up, then shouted at the crowd, "Go and close the doors of the hall and block the fucking doors so they don't come in."

He said he took the lead himself and met the zombie who was staggering along carrying a blood-dripping longsword, swung out his folding fan and knocked him out of the hall, kicked down the long rolling steps, and then grabbed the spiritual stone gate to one side and roared and bellowed to push it shut.

But the door was easy to push from the outside, but heavy as a rock when closed from the inside. Xue Zhengyong's blue veins burst out, but the force was like a bull in the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon tendons, Xue Zhengyong cursed angrily, "What's wrong Nangong Changying? "

Mo Ran and Xue Meng also immediately ran to Xue Zhengyong to give him a hand, and Nangong Si said, "It's useless.

Huang Xiaoyue was so angry he was smoking, cursing from the side: "Your grandfather is really something."

But Nangong Si simply ignored him and said to the group of people who were trying to fend off the Confucianism School's hordes of zombies at the door, "You'll have to go to the end of the hall to close the door from the inside and pull the bracer, so hold off for a while while I open the bracer."

Xue Zhengyong danced his iron fan into a black shadow, flinging it at three or four zombies who were already in front of him, and the black blood immediately splattered all over the surface of the fan, landing on the words "Xue Lang is very beautiful".

Xue Zhengyong whipped his head around and said, "Hurry up it's getting more and more fuck me, what the hell is going on here"

Mo Ran summoned the ghosts and, knowing that the door of the temple was the last line of defence, he simply rushed out and fought the zombies on the long steps. But the long steps were too narrow for him to use his full strength, and he had to be careful not to step off and fall into the sky, so it was a struggle.

He swept down a line of bodies that were trying to crawl up, but more were being lifted up from the distant ground by the fetid dragon tendons around him, and by the end he was almost in a sea of corpses on his back.

But Mo Ran wasn't going to get out of there right away. The zombies were coming up on the air, and he was standing here as the closest target, with almost all the dead bodies coming in his direction in one fell swoop.

Master Ma Zhuang, shivering and hiding behind Jiang Xi, at this point exclaimed, "Aiya, Patriarch Mo is so righteous, so courageous, so courageous."

Jiang Xi was furious and said, "Can you do something else besides business?"

"I'm not really good at short-arms combat," said Ma Zhuangzhuang, choking for a moment as he met Jiang Xi's cold stare, squirming for a long time before saying, "How about I give you a drink? "

Jiang Xi :""

But this guy is also right, each sect has its own strengths and weaknesses, right now this kind of bloodbath blocking people, rush up and can still save the lives of only a few people, others go over is to send death, even Jiang Xi can not get close, the powder is useless against the corpse.

Xue Meng stood at the entrance of the temple with Dragoncity in his hand, his eyes fixed on the black figure floating in a blaze of cranes, and saw a blood vine rise from the ground, carrying a high ranking disciple of the School of Confucianism straight towards Mo Ran. Xue Meng, unable to resist any longer, snapped his sword and severed the corpse's arm, then, back to back with Mo Ran, severed the writhing dragon tendon with another stroke.

A flash of blood and dirt

Xue Zhengyong lost his voice and said, " Xue Meng, come back quickly."

"It's okay I'm with him."

Who he is referring to is, naturally, self-explanatory.

Mo Ran turned his face sideways to Xue Meng and said, "Go back, I'm fine here, you'll be the second line of defence, you'll be there when I can't hold out."

"Shut up" Xue Meng's Dragoncity buzzed in his hand and said, "Are you the number one in Lingshan Mountain or am I the number one in Lingshan Mountain? Or am I the young master of the top of death and life, are you the best, or am I the best?"

""

Mo Ran's chest heats up and he stops talking, concentrating on his back to back battle with Xue Meng against the rising zombies.

Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed and said, "Good, good, the door is closing, you two, come back and lean over here."

Mo Ran and Xue Meng worked together, the red light of the ghosts and the red light of Dragoncity danced into shadows, only to hear the clanging of many bodies falling to the sky and the dragon tendons spurting blood and breaking.

They slowly moved closer to the gate and it was closing a little.

Xue Meng said, "You go in first."

Mo Ran said, "Go in together."

""

"Let's go! What are we doing here?"

Xue Zhengyong said urgently from inside: "Come on, come back!"

Mo Ran yanked Xue Meng's lapels, and Xue Meng said angrily, "Let go of me and don't play the hero with me, you."

"Mo Ran said, tugging Xue Meng with one hand, stepping on the stone steps with the other, and throwing down the ghosts with his backhand, repelling a group of zombies that were about to come at him, and then swept towards the gate with Xue Meng.

Mo Ran threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong and leaned his back against the door, standing against the wind with his Starfire Rattan Whip, his brows sunken and blazing as he slowly backed away.

Suddenly the two boulders that were coming together came to a halt.

Xue Meng exclaimed, "Why isn't it moving?" He turned around to see Nangong Si, his face blue and white, emerging from behind the stone pillars of the Heavenly Palace, which were the size of ten adult men, and saying in an extremely sombre manner.

"The centre shaft of the bracer was destroyed and halfway through closing, the chain snapped and wouldn't catch back up."

Nangong Si said this and raised his hand, which was rustling with a half bronze latch clutched in his scarred palm.