Chapter 233: This Seat Can Change Titles When It Wants

In a flash the black-clad monks swooped down from the clouds, like gulls scrambling for food, towards the heavily casualty-ridden camp below.

Mo Ran had reacted by now, as the Fairy Tramper emperor in his previous life, the aura of these people being controlled by the Zhenlong pawns was too much to be obvious, these pawns were superbly made, perfect and strong, nothing like the half-assed kind Xu Shuanglin had made.

By no means a match for them.

Mo Ran turned back almost frightened, and yelled to those who had not experienced the true power of Zhenlong's chess, "Run!"

He clutched Chu Wanning's wrist, and pulled up Jiang Xi, who was sitting on his knees, shoving the crowd along the way, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Run! Get out of here! Get off the beckoning platform don't stay don't fight can't fight"

He didn't need to say it more than once, but as soon as the first piece landed on the ground and swung his sword, the crowd was alerted to his incredible strength and flocked towards the tunnel.

At the head of the pack was the cowardly Master Ma, who was the first to reach the stone door of the tunnel, and then stopped.

One by one, the men behind them all stopped in their tracks, colliding east and west as someone roared, "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

The voice of the Master of the Horse Village, with a distinct note of panic and sobbing, came from the far end of the darkened tunnel.

"Off, off it is."

"What's off?"

"Hua Binan closed the stone door when he escaped," said Ma, his feet weakening, and he sat down on his knees with a poof of despair, his face already covered in tears and sifted with chaff. Once closed, it cannot be opened without the blood of the Nangong family."

Someone said urgently, "Nangong Si may be gone, but there's still Nan Gongliu, and his father, who was made into a Zhenlong chess piece, is still on the mountain.

"In the front hall, thought he was useless and didn't bring him here at all"

Despair pervaded the entire canal and the darkness literally soaked through their marrow.

"What to do."

"Go out and fight hard?"

There were still unknown people outside pushing their way in, and more who couldn't squeeze in were left to fight the mysterious pawns who came out of the crack in the sky at the back according to the exit.

In the darkness, Huang Xiaoyue suddenly shouted, "Let me through. I can open this door."

He fought to push the crowd out of the way and, like a fish on a migratory journey, he barged his way to the stone door.

Master Ma raised his teary-eyed face and said blankly, "Master Huang Daoist"

"Out of the way, let me do it."

"But your surname is Wong, and you're not Nangong."

When Huang Xiaoyue ignored him and the golden sword came barging in, he waved open his wide sleeves, but fortunately he still had a little of Nangong Si's blood, which he had secretly saved in order to steal the secret chamber of the treasure. He had also cast a spell on the blood to stop it drying up and clotting immediately.

But the spell wouldn't last long, and he couldn't help but be thankful that the shocking change had happened in the blink of an eye, so hopefully the blood would still be useful.

Huang Xiaoyue took his old, withered hand and pressed it hard against the broken stone.

The voice of the demon dragon did come from within the tunnel: "Who is it that comes?"

Heartbeat thumping.

Huang Xiaoyue said, "Confucianism School, 7th generation, Nangong Si, pay homage."

Stare for a moment.

The demon dragon said hoarsely, "Wang Li sends his master off."

"Boom."

The stone door descended and Huang Xiaoyue was the first to leave the tunnel, followed by Jiangdong Court's disciples one after another.

A sword, however, was placed against his chest.

Master Ma's face staggered as he looked up in astonishment, "Master Huang Daoist, what are you doing"

Huang Xiaoyue laughed coldly and said, "When I was hit by the heart-drilling worm, my camp and yours were already at loggerheads. If I let you go now, I am afraid that when the war subsides, those who want to settle scores with me will be like ants in a row.

The owner of the horse farm said in horror, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Huang Xiaoyue's old wooden face showed a scowl as he taunted: "Half price for the treasures of the Confucianism School Dragon Mountain, how can the world's wealth still be in my eyes? "

With that said, Ichifu pushed the Master of the Horse Village hard.

Ma Yun fell to the ground, and with her, the crowd of people in the huddle behind her fell to the ground in a heap.

As they struggle to get up, the last thing they see is Huang Xiaoyue and Jiangdong Court standing outside, Huang Xiaoyue pulling the trigger on the fallen stone, his face flashing with greed, thirst and gloating

Behind him, a group of Jiangdong Court members looked even more villainous, with some even saying bluntly, "Serves you right for looking down your noses at others along the way."

"Our Taoist Master Huang was clearly not at fault, yet he was cursed and aggrieved by you and other curmudgeons all the way. The blood he left behind at the risk of his life, why should he help you and the others"

Boom!

The stone door is once again sealed shut.

This time, the canal was plunged into endless darkness and uncertainty.

There was a dead silence.

In despair, some of the women who had finally broken down sobbed. The sadness was contagious and soon most of them were discouraged and lost their fighting spirit, trapped in it, neither able to move forward nor wanting to go out.

"Sister, I don't want to die yet."

"Master."

"Father, let's go out and fight to the death, it's better than being stuck here."

The sound of human speech buzzed.

At that moment, suddenly there was another voice, long silent, with a shudder, and more determination.

He said, "I'll do it."

The ashen-faced Master Ma turned his head tremblingly and saw a beam of fire light up, his eyes widened slightly and he said in astonishment, "Patriarch Mo"

Mo Ran palms the fireworks in his hands, reflecting his bright, dark, handsome face as he walks to the sealing stone and stands.

"You, you too have left Nangong Si's blood"

Mo Ran did not answer, knowing that the entrance to the canal was being held back, but that it would not last long and that the pieces would soon come in.

Many times on his way up the mountain, when Nangong Si was in danger, his heart had the urge to do this, but in the end it didn't happen.

He thought that he had been blessed by the heavens and that he had escaped the eyes of the people and his fate.

But at this point, with his belly and back in trouble, he knew he finally had no choice.

There is no way back any more.

"The Patriarch of Ink"

He did not bother with the Master of the Horse Village as he drew the short silver blade that was attached to his belt, in his palm, and gave it a vicious swipe.

In a flash, blood flowed all over the palm.

By this time Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong had arrived, as had Chu Wanning, and they stopped behind Mo Ran. Xue Zhengyong's voice was bewildered: "Mo Ran, what are you doing that is useless?

Mo Ran doesn't turn around, his bloodied hand trembling slightly.

In the end, it was a hard slap on top of the sealing stone.

It is cold to the touch, and it cuts through the bones.

He closed his eyes.

Once again, the distant voice of Wang Li echoed through the darkness.

"Who is it that comes, who is it?"

Throat saving.

Mo Ran replied slowly, lowly, in an overwhelming silence, as the crowd watched

" Confucianism School Seventh Generation Source Blood Patriarch."

Xue Meng suddenly paled and staggered back a step, shaking his head uncontrollably, "What?"

Xue Zhengyong's face looked even worse than his, his tiger eyes widening as he stared at Mo Ran's tall, upright black back and muttered, "How is this possible?"

One word, like a sharp knife.

There was no other choice, knowing that the blood would flow like water.

He whispered the last half of his sentence, " Mo Ran Mo Weiyu, bye bye."

Xue Meng's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bare as he shouted, "Impossible"

But the door, after all, was open.

Wang Li's thin, smoky, ethereal voice is like a snowy bayonet that pierces the eardrums of the heart.

"Wang Li sends his master off."

" Mo Ran "

Xue Zhengyong was so stunned that he could not speak a word.

Chu Wanning was also in a state of turmoil. He held Xue Zhengyong in time and looked ahead.

The stone door rumbled, an inch, two inches, back into the ground, and outside the orange fire of the dragon's soul pool flooded into the darkness, Mo Ran stood against the light, which polished the angles of his back to a blurred, almost ethereal state.

"Mo Ran Mo Ran, how can you open the 7th generation of the Confucianism School? How can this be? How can this be?" Xue Meng seemed frantic and frantic, "How can you be related to the Nangong family? You're obviously you."

Mo Ran paused, and he finally just whispered in the shifting light, "Everyone get out first."

" Mo Ran "

Vocalization.

For a moment, Mo Ran inclined his cheek as if he wanted to turn back and say something, but in the end he said nothing, did not stop, did not hesitate. He moved forward, the light and shadows gathering with his tall form, and he eventually disappeared at the end of the tunnel.

After him, the men of the great sects scrambled to escape, coming with unstoppable vigour and leaving in fear, like fish in a net.

Mo Ran walks alone in this rushing torrent, in this overwhelming flight.

He didn't turn around, he didn't dare to.

He saw Ye Wangxi in the great hall of the dragon's soul pool and he went over to her, set her up, who had not yet awakened, and took her away.

In fact, the person who jumped into the pool of dragon souls and sacrificed his life could have been someone other than Nangong Si.

Although Mo Ran did not know at the time that this would keep Dragon Mountain safe, he did not really feel confident

Would you really have died in Nangong Si's place if you had known?

He had already lived two lifetimes, full of sins, and yet he managed to survive, but Nangong Si was only twenty years old, and before he was halfway down the long road of life, he was reduced to dust and smoke, and nothing remained.

Rationally he knew that Nangong Si was far more worthy of being on earth than he was, but a man, after all, still longs to live.

Suddenly we heard someone screaming behind us, "Those monsters, those monsters are coming after us"

"How is that possible?"

Mo Ran turns around unexpectedly.

The broken stones had fallen again as the last group emerged from the tunnel, and those pieces could not have been played unless

His face went pale.

Unless, of course, one of those pawns also has Nangong blood in his veins.

Between ten thousand thoughts, he recalled the black mysterious heavenly rift he had just seen and suddenly thought of the third forbidden art, the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space.

Mo Ran felt a strong chill spreading from the bottom of her feet to her whole body in no time.

Could it be that the person who came out was

No, it can't be.

Never.

It's ridiculous, even in a previous life, no one could do this who could do it

At that very moment Mei Hanxue retreated to his side, and Mo Ran handed Ye Wangxi over to him with a wild light in his eyes as he hurried off in the opposite direction from the crowd.

" Mo Ran "

" Mo Ran "

In the midst of the flood, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong saw him and they were both shouting at him, but Mo Ran didn't care, he really didn't know how to face them now.

Paper can't hold a fire.

In both lives, it's the same.

Suddenly someone tugged on her arm and Mo Ran turned her head: "Master"

Chu Wanning said, "You can't go there, I'll hold those people off. Since you can open the Dragon Mountain formation, you should stay with the others and get them out of here, just to be on the safe side."

""

"Go on."

As we talked, the man in black at the head of the group had paced calmly out of the entrance to the tunnel, and behind him, the black-robed Taoist priests appeared one by one.

Chu Wanning snapped, "Come on, take them away."

There is no alternative.

Even though Mo Ran had a lot of uncertainty and unrest in his heart, he could only retreat with everyone else, Xue Meng refused to go and was dragged forward by Xue Zhengyong.

The molten streams of the dragon's soul pool rolled to a boil, and an orange glow shone through the cool stone walls.

Chu Wanning stands alone, his bayonet-like eyes reflecting the currents of the Heavenly Question.

He looked at the mysterious man in black at the head of the group.

And the man, too, looked at him slyly through the heavy overlay.

The man stood quietly, but someone behind him, impatient to take the lead, shouted: "You alone dare to block the way of so many people, how arrogant you are.

But the man in black raised his hand and grabbed him before he had swept a foot away.

The man exclaimed, "Your Majesty."

The man in black ignored him, he didn't even turn his head, he was still staring at Chu Wanning's face, but his hands were bruised and his hands were bruised, and with a crunching sound, the man who had taken the lead had his neck snapped off and then thrown to the ground.

Chu Wanning faintly pale

How could this man kill even his own people?

"Who are you to be taught the skills of Master Chu?" The man walks gently towards Chu Wanning.

Behind him, no one dared to move again.

Chu Wanning crossed the sky and said in a stern voice, "Who are you really?"

The man paused in his tracks at his words.

He stood not far from Chu Wanning, an indefinable and odd emotion drifting in his eyes. After a while, he laughed softly, "After years of absence, I never thought that when you and I met again, your first words to this seat would be so insipid and unsalty."

"How have I ever known you?"

"Oh, don't you know Chu Wanning, you're always so heartless." The man stepped forward again, this time without stopping. Chu Wanning was too stubborn to back down.

So the man walked right up to him, at an extremely dangerous and abrupt distance.

Chu Wanning's palm was raised and slashed down with a cold light in his hand.

So good and swift as lightning, yet the man grabbed his wrist with ease.

"Actually, I've learned that trick many times before." The man looked down, staring intently at Chu Wanning's face, taking in all the details of that face, his gaze almost insatiable, "but you seem to have forgotten them all."

Chu Wanning felt his hair stand on end as he stared at him like that.

He had never been a man who feared the strong, but what was in this man's eyes was too complex and hideous, as if it hid earth-shattering truths and secrets: "Who are you really"

"Do you want me to remind you of that?" the man said in a deep voice, and the force in his hands was so great that Chu Wanning could not break free.

"The first time, you made this move, was when I was sixteen years old. You taught me to fight in close combat, and you told me that the blow looked simple but was hard to learn, and that I should practice it and not slack off."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened and he looked at him incredulously.

There was a smile in the man's eyes and a sly, ghostly glint.

"The second time you used this move was when you and I were dueling back in the day, and I was caught off guard and was struck by you, and was extremely badly wounded."

He took Chu Wanning's hand and, without denying it, pressed it towards his heart.

Chu Wanning suddenly realised that this man, in fact, did not have any heartbeat.

It's like a corpse.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Don't rush." The man dipped each word between his lips and teeth before feeding it sweetly into his ear, and he moved closer this time, almost against Chu Wanning's face.

He whispered in his ear, "The third time you made that move, it was in my bed."

""

"I'm going to fuck you, and you said enough was enough and refused to agree." He exerted himself, but his hands were so strong, clutching Chu Wanning's wrists and forcing his hands to slide all the way down his chest, eventually going so far as to take them to some extremely private place.

Chu Wanning was stung by a scorpion and turned pale and fiercely tried to fight him.

The man, however, seemed to be familiar with all his body routines, easily dismantling the moves, and then actually held him whole in his arms, not without intimacy, not without eroticism, murmuring, "What do you say, Chu Wanning . I was supposed to come to kill you and destroy you, but I never thought that after so many years, you had changed, and so had I. But I still get hard quickly when I see you and smell you."

"Chu Wanning did not expect things to turn out this way, his face turned white and red, red and white again, and he looked like he was about to faint, but he couldn't break the man's grip.

He is like a heavenly web, like spider silk sticking to him, wrapped around him and wrapped around him.

In full view of the crowd, he took him whole in his arms, forced, dominant, hideous, mad.

Narrowly knitted and wet and sticky.

"So hard it hurts, so hard it's swollen."

"I'll kill you."

The man seemed amused, and with a sudden smile, he let go of his hand, Chu Wanning's murderous heart suddenly rose, and he acted with ruthless vigour, really wanting to kill him with a single blow.

The cloak beckons as he retreats in a hurry, fluttering like a paper kite and landing steadily on the green brick and stone surface.

The overlay, however, was not spared and was split in half by Chu Wanning, falling and shattering to the ground.

The man did not look up, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood.

He was silent in the shadows for a moment, then sighed, "You can't change your temperament of shouting at every turn, it's the same everywhere you go. But Chu Wanning, Master Chu"

The man in black raised his hand and a dark, powerful wind came from behind.

He caught it sharply.

At a glance, Chu Wanning saw that it was the Shenwu Strangling Sword that had appeared at the Xuan Yuan auction earlier, one of the five hundred warrior blades Xu Shuanglin had collected.

The man fondled the non-return, in a slow, extremely malevolent accent.

"Can you really, really spare me?"

He finished the sentence and looked up suddenly.

The hood falls down.

Chu Wanning felt a basin of ice water over his head, his body was drenched in frost and snow, his mind was buzzing and he was numb.

Inside the chilly hall, the man in black with handsome brows and a pale face, his smile wrapped in evil and haunting, he was both scourge and demon, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white teeth.

" Fairy Tramper emperor, Mo Ran Mo Weiyu."

The frosty cold of the unsheathed sheath illuminates his dark, purple eyes.

Fairy Tramper smiles like a stern ghost, like a tiger or a wolf.

"Please teach your master the high way."