Chapter 221: [Dragon Mountain] Interlocking Fingers

Xue Meng was choking on his blood, but Mo Ran didn't have much time for anger, and as soon as he heard the words, he turned back to the corpses, blocking the first line of defence.

Chu Wanning, who had just been helping Nangong Si to tune the obviously tampered with bracket machine, saw Mo Ran fighting in front of him and immediately swept up to the door of the temple and said sternly, " Mo Ran, come back."

"Master."

Chu Wanning slashed down a golden boundary, the light of which rose up and violently repelled the corpses for several feet, then he dropped three guardian boundaries on the long steps, in front of the temple and at the gap in the stone door, before dragging Mo Ran back.

"You stop first."

Mo Ran said anxiously, "Master's boundary won't last long in Dragon Mountain.

Chu Wanning's eyes were like frost and purple lightning, he gritted his teeth, pushed Mo Ran hard, and pushed him back into the hall: "You're all wounded and you're still going to die, go back and meditate Shi Mingjing "

"Master, I am."

Chu Wanning nudged Mo Ran hard in the air: "Heal his wounds."

Shi Mei nodded, "Yes, Master."

Mo Ran held Shi Mei's hand down and said to Chu Wanning, who had turned his back, "It's only a superficial wound, Master, your boundary will only last for an incense stick at most, and it will cost you a great deal of spiritual energy, you"

Chu Wanning, without looking back, stood in the light of day: "Then I'll last for the rest of the day."

Mo Ran tries to speak again, but Shi Mei pulls him back, his cool hands touching his skin, rolling up his sleeves for him and beginning to cast a spell to heal his wounds.

Chu Wanning said, "Xue Meng."

"Yes, Master."

"When I can't support myself anymore, you go on. Don't hold on hard, and when you feel a bit overwhelmed, switch to your Holiness."

Xue Zhengyong said, "Yes, it would be better to take turns."

Chu Wanning, who was constantly channeling his spiritual energy towards the three layers of the boundary, added, "There is another matter to trouble your Holiness."

"You said."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and said, "Ask the losers who are hiding in the back, except for Snow Walk Palace and Lonely Moonlit who are not good at short fights, to come over if they can."

"And what if they don't come over?"

Chu Wanning said, "Then we will break through the temple gate and sit on the ground and wait to die. You see if they can't get through."

Xue Zhengyong lurched past, and Nangong Si was staring grimly at the half-locked clasp in his hand, not knowing what to do, and wondering why the ban placed by the first master had suddenly been broken.

As a matter of fact, as long as Nangong Changying gave the order, no one could have changed the evil spirit, so how could this happen all of a sudden?

Xue Zhengyong told those who could cope to go to the front and Ye Wangxi said, "I'll do it."

Nangong Si snapped back to attention and pulled her back, "How can you, a girl,"

Ye Wangxi, however, stared at Jiangdong Court's obsequious disciples, who were looking over their shoulders, and said coldly, " The Confucianism School, even if there are only two of them, are not greedy for life and death."

The middle-aged women who had previously ridiculed her daughter's body and wanted to stand out were silent at this point, their eyes falling elsewhere and not looking at Ye Wangxi's face.

With that, Xue Zhengyong gathered some people and suddenly froze: "Huanxue why don't you also no no no, you're not good at this kind of thing, you go back."

Mei Hanxue, who also seemed to be clear and cold today, said, "Don't worry, uncle, I have my heart in the right place and will not play around."

Xue Zhengyong looked at the master of Snow Walk Palace and saw that he had no objection, so he had no choice but to let Mei Hanxue join the group.

Jiang Xi frowned and said, "Is it better to just keep holding off like this and leave some men who are fit for a short fight and divide them up to go to the back hall and see what happens."

Xue Zhengyong said, "Let's deal with this for a while and see if we can get the braziers fixed. Going together is the best policy, but if we can't, then we'll have to split into two groups, one to hold off and one to check the situation in the back hall."

Jiang Xi said, "That's good. But who can fix the bracket machine?"

At this time, a hand was raised trembling, and Ma Yun, who had just been scolded by Jiang Xi as if he was a shrinking villain, poked his head out and said weakly, "I think I can try this, this technical work of the machine."

Jiang Xi was both angry and amused: "Then why don't you go?"

Ma Yun then pulled Nangong Si and stumbled off. Xue Zhengyong also led the welcoming party away.

Jiang Xi looked back around him and at the hall that had been divided in two, into Purgatory and the Nine Heavens, and fell into deep thought.

His eyes swept over the Zhenlong pieces who were still laughing, talking, or being tortured on the other side of the room, before finally settling on Nan Gongliu, who was crouched over a basket of oranges.

He thought it was strange.

Why didn't Nan Gongliu, or any of the other pieces in this hall, go on the same rampage as the corpses outside and get up and kill people?

If Xu Shuanglin were to take control of the Zhenlong pieces in the temple and start attacking as well, they would be overwhelmed and in an internal and external situation.

Why he didn't do it

Don't want to do

Still can't do it

Jiang Xi was surprised, but Mo Ran was not at all.

He could clearly perceive that the Zhenlong Bureau in the hall all retained the temperament, obsessions and even memories of these puppets intact, and were completely different from the corpses outside, which were controlled by the "Common Heart Formation". The zombies outside are marionettes, while those inside are all living dead with individual temperaments.

The only reason Xu Shuanglin does not manipulate the living dead is that his spiritual power has reached its limit.

" Master Chu, give a hand"

Chu Wanning looked up and saw Hua Binan leading a group of ten or so monks who were struggling to break out from the stone staircase.

They had been bitten by a poisonous snake earlier and had been recuperating in place, but they hadn't expected to encounter a second stampede of corpses. Half of the 20 or so cultivators were instantly wiped out, and those who had struggled and fought their way to this point were all seriously injured. Chu Wanning immediately raised his hand and dropped another layer of boundaries around them to protect them, and then the Heavenly Question was thrown out to repel the zombies surrounding them.

"Come here."

Chu Wanning reaching towards Hua Binan.

Mo Ran, however, was suddenly alerted and, not caring that Shi Mei was only halfway through her medication, he immediately rose to intervene: "Be careful, Master."

But Hua Binan was unfazed as he shakily took Chu Wanning's outstretched hand and was dragged behind him into a stronger protective barrier as Chu Wanning turned back and said, "Give me some help."

One by one, the survivors were pulled back and set up in the hall, all of them moaning and gasping for breath, their faces all bloodied and stained, their faces extremely painful and hideous.

Jiang Xi led the Lonely Moonlit disciples forward, and he leaned down in front of Hua Binan with a rare look of anxiety on his face: "Why are you so badly hurt?"

"I am not yet unwell, Your Holiness should go and see the others first." Hua Binan was leaning against a beam, his hat and veil had been cut and his robe was stained with blood, Jiang Xi wanted to take his pulse, but he raised his hand to stop him, "It's nothing, it's just a small injury, it's the young pupil of Your Holiness who is hurt too badly, Your Holiness, go and heal him, don't mind me."

The injuries of this wave were serious, some of them even had their entire legs strangled, and Hua Binan, who was still able to speak intact, was indeed lighter than them.

Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice, looked at Hua Binan again, and turned back to help the others heal their wounds.

Hua Binan fumbled shakily for a bottle of hemostatic powder from his Qiankun pouch and was about to sprinkle it on his wound when suddenly a hand took the porcelain bottle from his hand and Mo Ran said, "Let me help you."

"No need."

Mo Ran looked at him with deep, dark eyes, "It's just a powder, it's just a hand job."

Hua Binan snatched the vase away and whispered, "I'm not used to people touching me. Not to mention that you are not a healing practitioner at all, adding to the mess."

"Then I'll help you."

"Hua Binan saw the medical bag and brushed it off, no longer saying anything and not resisting.

Shi Mei spread out the silver needle bag and said in a low voice, "Senior Sage, please forgive me if I have been inconsiderate."

Hua Binan :""

He was so badly wounded that it was useless to put a spell on him directly to stop the bleeding, so he had to use a spiritual needle to stop it first.

"The veil and the hat of the seniors"

A glint of gloom flashed across the bottom of the Cold Scale Sage's eyes, but knowing that there were several acupuncture points that must be staked on the face, he said with a hostile expression, "I'll pick them myself."

The blood-stained veiled hat fell, revealing the face of the cold-scaled sage that never shows.

It was an extremely odd face, the upper half fairly clear, but from the bridge of the nose down, the whole face was twisted and burned as if it were some kind of echinoderm.

Hua Binan lifted his head, his gaze vaguely filled with hatred and ridicule: "What's wrong with Master Mo not leaving yet, stay here and look good"

"I'm sorry."

Hua Binan sneered behind him, "I told you to stop standing here, but you didn't listen, and now you're saying sorry, but what's on your mind is probably thinking about how ugly this cold-scaled sage is, huh?"

Mo Ran shook his head, and, not being in a position to say anything more, left.

Master Ma was still tossing the broken iron lock, while in front of the Heavenly Palace gate, Chu Wanning's spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and he sidled up to Xue Meng and said, "Xue Meng, take over."

Xue Meng immediately understood and met him with his sword, and the two of them completed the handover so smoothly that none of the zombies even had time to squeeze in at the moment of replacement.

As soon as Chu Wanning withdrew the boundary, he took a step back. Mo Ran saw how pale he looked and felt distressed, but he couldn't do anything in front of everyone, and he couldn't even hold Chu Wanning's hand. "

"No harm done." Chu Wanning coughed softly, "It's just a little more spiritual energy."

But Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spirit core was already fragile, so the extra power drain might not be a big deal to others, but to Chu Wanning

Mo Ran closes his eyes.

In their previous life, they were at odds with each other, and they were at odds with each other. Chu Wanning was in that battle when his spiritual energy was exhausted and his spiritual core was instantly shattered, and from then on he became no different from a mortal, and his body was even weaker than a mortal.

How can it not hurt

Mo Ran's heart was hard, his eyes slightly red, and he was silent as he draped the shirt Chu Wanning had just given him back over his shoulder, and only then was he able to give Chu Wanning's shoulder a gentle squeeze through his shirt.

All the heavy love he felt for him could only be hidden between the light touch of his fingers in this one moment.

He assisted Chu Wanning to the side, where he found a less crowded, more secluded and quiet place, and sat down with him.

While no one was looking, Mo Ran quietly took Chu Wanning's hand in his.

Very cool.

The same coolness as when Chu Wanning lost to his blade that year, when he leaned down to step on his chest and reached out to cupped his jaw.

Mo Ran lowered her eyes, the tips of her fingers trembling slightly.

Chu Wanning was about to pull his hand out, after all, there were too many eyes here, but he felt the faintest of light tremors and the hand that was about to be withdrawn turned to interlock with his fingers.

"Let me see." Chu Wanning lifted his other hand and allowed Mo Ran to lift his face up, with cuts on his cheek and the bridge of his nose, "Does it hurt"

Mo Ran shook his head as he gazed at Chu Wanning's face, at the man who was concerned for him even though his own lips were already blue and white.

He felt a lot of pain.

Not a wound.

It's the heart.

He finally learned the Chu Wanning lie, too, when Mo Ran said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Why are you shaking if it doesn't hurt?"

He didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, so Chu Wanning misunderstood that he was still trembling from the pain, and a pale turquoise glow rose from his fingertips.

"This little bit is nothing." Chu Wanning says, "It's just the tiniest healing spell to stop the pain."

His fingertips touch his scars.

Pain relief.

But his heart cut like a knife, and the lynching of the car was nothing more than that.

Mo Ran naturally knew that this was just a little bit of spiritual energy, like a drop in the ocean, a cup in the ocean. Chu Wanning gave almost all of his spiritual energy to the crowd, and only a little bit to him.

In his previous life, he had a grudge against Chu Wanning because he always gave too much to the world and too little to himself.

But he would not have known then.

In fact, the little Chu Wanning gave him, though pitifully small, was the last thing he had left, the only thing he had left.

"Okay fixed fixed fixed"

Suddenly a cultivator under Lord Ma Zhuang rushed to the door, his cheeks flushed red as he shouted, "Get ready to retreat, it's closing down get ready to close down now"

Xue Meng had been wounded after retreating, but not badly, so he wrapped himself in gauze and didn't have much left.

Strange to say, he remembered that Mei Hanxue was clearly a water and wood spirit core, but somehow he actually performed a fire move. He was alone, a broken water reclining khon, his fingers clanking at the end, his face cold, but his strike was a fiery red barrier of flames, forcing back all the corpses that attempted to approach.

"Close the door Lord May"

Mei Hanxue let the reclining khon hang in the air, step by step, as he stepped back, and when he reached the door, Xue Meng suddenly realised something was wrong and turned his head, "Can you open the door a little more?

"No need."

Mei Hanxue interrupted Xue Meng coldly and succinctly, and suddenly put the khonghou in the music box, losing the sound of the zither and the spirit fire to suppress it.

Before he could get past them, he saw a flash of silver light, a silver sword appeared in Mei Hanxue's palm, his sword was so powerful that it cut off hair. "

The sword turned into a snowy shadow of light and swished in through the gap, Mei Hanxue caught it unexpectedly and returned it to his side with his arm in the air.

The gates of the Heavenly Palace, closed with a bang.

There was a muffled sound from outside, the sound of corpses and dragon tendons smashing against the door, but it seemed to come from far, far away; the palace gates, forged by the Nangong, were not so easy to break through.

The crowd breathed a long sigh of relief, and several Upper Fairy World disciples, who had never seen the world before, fell to their knees with weak legs, and some of them even wailed, "What the hell is going on?"

Mei Hanxue, who had broken off, also breathed a small sigh of relief, but it was not so different from his usual appearance that he would not have noticed the slight lifting of his lips and the light exhalation of his breath if Xue Meng had not been watching him.

Suddenly noticing two creepy glances next to her, Mei Hanxue turned her head: "Why? Why are you looking at me?"

Xue Meng's throat was a little dry: "This sword of yours"

Mei Hanxue glanced sideways at the long sword flowing with silver light: "Shuo Feng."

Xue Meng's face clouded over for a while before he said, "Since when do you know how to use a sword?

"Always have."

Xue Meng said in dismay, "Then why didn't you use it at the Lingshan Mountain Conference?"

"" Mei Hanxue was silent for a moment and said, "Don't want to use it."

Xue Meng looked puzzled, even a little angry: "Are you looking down on us? You take out Shenwu, maybe you're number two"

Mei Hanxue rolled his eyes, and there seemed to be some mockery in them. He just looked at Xue Meng, whose cheeks were slightly red with anger, for a while, and then said: "Third place is good, first". Xue Meng's ears.

"The first is so silly."