Chapter 264: [Tianyin Pavilion] The Emperor as He Is

The former master and disciple, finally turned against each other.

It was a battle at the top.

In the end, Chu Wanning was too young and fierce to compete with Mo Ran's fierce spirit as his core was weak.

"Stop dying." The younger demon grew more and more furious as he fought, grinning freely, and Huaisha met him briefly, swords clashing.

The golden glow comes and goes.

Instead, the ethereal blue flames reflected in the eyes of both master and disciple.

Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning's pale face before her eyes flickered to Huaisha's fading stream of spirits, her eyes full of mockery.

"You have no spiritual power left. If you continue to fight me, your spiritual core will be shattered. Master, you are so proud that you will not be willing to die as a mortal, will you?"

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and did not answer, his thin lips bloodless.

At last, when Huaisha's light faded away, Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's power had been exhausted, and he laughed long and hard, like a vulture.

"What else can you do against me Evening Yu Heng, my high and mighty master?"

Chu Wanning is half-kneeling with his sword, his white coat stained with blood.

He lifted his eyes, and at that moment, Mo Ran's hatred was so deep that he could only see the determination in his eyes, but not the sadness buried beneath it.

Years later, as Fairy Tramper took his own life by poison, he unknowingly recalled this first battle of his life.

He couldn't help but think that Chu Wanning had indeed been determined to die to stop himself

All beings are first and already last.

He had called him a villain and would only talk a good game.

But Chu Wanning does what he says he will do.

"Read the goodness of it."

His master said.

"Do not store up evil."

Golden flashes of light.

Mo Ran only had time to see the final peace in Chu Wanning's eyes before the light in his palm blazed brightly and the Beidou immortal, a man with no family or friends in the Xianxia realm, had thus summoned three Shenwu at the expense of his own spirit core.

Nine Songs God asks Huaisha.

The pride of Qu Zi, Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran's mighty army was finally suppressed by the power of Chu Wanning's spiritual nucleus, and the black and white sons were shattered to dust by Shenwu's light.

Strangely enough, Mo Ran was standing just a stone's throw away from Chu Wanning at that moment. He looked at the man who was fighting for his life and vomiting his heart out, and did not do anything to stop him.

He just looked on with some surprise and some curiosity.

He wanted to know how far this thin-skinned man before him could go for what he called "all beings".

He just watched like that.

Watch Chu Wanning use up every last inch of his spiritual energy.

The raging tide of the river subsided and the sheltering yahoos dispersed.

One by one, the controlled living regained their consciousness, and the controlled dead closed their eyes again and lay long in the ground.

Mo Ran just looked at it like that.

He saw the Beidou Immortal's spiritual core shatter, saw Chu Wanning's light fall, saw his master kneel before him and finally fall into the dust in disarray.

Mo Ran did not look much then, his face slightly sideways, his ears faintly ringing with his mother's murmured exhortations before she died. The kind-hearted woman stroked his cheek and said to him, "Repay your kindness, and do not seek revenge."

After so many years, he heard such familiar sentences again. Chu Wanning said to him before he offered himself as a spiritual nucleus, "Recite good, do not hold on to evil."

But he didn't do it.

It was as if he had endless resentment in his heart and only blood could give him a moment's respite

He destroyed the top of death and life, slaughtered the Confucianism School, killed his uncle and his mother and killed millions of monks, and left Tianchi Lake red and full of white bones.

At the end of the day, he died in front of the pagoda when the volunteer army surrounded the mountain.

He had experienced all these things himself, and the heinous crimes were all forged by him. He was the debtor in the horrific tragedy that stained the blood of a thousand people on the Unreturned, and the Zhenlong chess game that killed ten thousand.

It's him.

Mo Ran's eyes glazed over and he was left gasping for air.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled grunt that plucked him from the mire of memories and he looked back to see Mu Yanli's shoulder impaled by the chess piece, hot blood splattering his face.

"Master of the Court"

"Master of the Court beware."

The men of the Tianyin Pavilion immediately flocked to Mu Yanli's side.

Mu Yanli caught her breath as she gritted her teeth and said, "No harm done."

The chess piece in front of her drew his sword in a flickering pattern, and in full view of everyone, the chess piece knelt down towards Mo Ran. Covered in a mask, he bowed his head and said, "I was not able to protect my master, so I deserve to die for having disturbed him."

The crowd was horrified.

"A pawn under Mo Ran's control."

"He called him master."

Mo Ran said, "No, it's not."

But who believes him?

Who will believe him

Mo Ran shook his head back in despair as he looked at the faces written with hate and doubt.

Not really.

He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away to notice the movement, and then he saw Madame Wang and Xue Zhengyong.

They both saw the change, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Mo Ran's lips mumbled, wanting to say something, but not knowing what else to say in his defence.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a group of chess pieces swarming behind Madam Wang, and in a flash of lightning, he shouted, "Auntie beware"

Xue Zhengyong was immediately alerted, but with pieces trapped to his left and right, it was too late to return to Huan.

"Auntie."

"Mother."

"Bang."

With a crisp metallic sound, it was Jiang Xi who swept out of the crowd, a snow phoenix sword imposing itself on the crowd, knocking back the Zhenlong chess pieces that were approaching Madam Wang by several feet in one fell swoop.

Lady Wang said in shock, "Master"

"" Jiang Xi glanced back at her coldly and simply said, "Grow some eyes."

At that moment, Master Xuan Jing suddenly noticed a thick cloud covering the sky in darkness, pushing up to the top of death and life. He could not see it at first, but when he did, he could not believe it.

It was only when many people around him had already noticed the rolling black cloud that he finally confirmed it, blowing on his beard and shouting, "How is it possible that there are so many of these pieces?"

The black pieces roll the river tide as far as the eye can see.

Some were dead, some were alive, and all of them had their faces burned and their mouths plucked out by some spell, so that they could not speak even if they regained their senses.

Behind them, there are birds and beasts, dogs and dragon snakes, controlled by Zhenlong's pawns.

" Mo Weiyu "

" Mo Ran "

By this time the men were glaring back at him with more fear than annoyance, and some of those who had been approaching him even took a few involuntary steps backwards.

"Crazy, Mo Ran, are you crazy?"

"Just how many pieces have you made?"

Mo Ran opened her mouth.

He wanted to say, "No, it's not me.

But if not him, who else could it be?

The gates of life and death have opened once again and Fairy Tramper has descended upon the world with millions of soldiers.

How does he differ from Fairy Tramper?

They have the same memories and perform the same techniques, and Fairy Tramper knows the same Zhenlong game that Mo is also good at. Fairy Tramper's pawns will also recognise Master Mo as their master if not specifically ordered to do so.

So, kill your relatives and slaughter the city, and participate in the forbidden arts.

Thousands of troops, scattering beans.

The subversion of the earthly world and the ruminant of all beings.

All of this was his doing, and no one has ever wronged him.

More and more pieces pressed into the realm, as if black ink was rapidly blotting out on rice paper, closing in on each step.

Some people are already panicking, "What should we do?"

Mu Yanli was furious: "Mo Ran, what's your excuse? You set all this up. I just hate that Tianyin Pavilion didn't intervene sooner and kill you."

Dark clouds cover the sky and darkness.

The mountains are full of fishy wind, and these tens of thousands of dead pieces are like huge bell nests hanging above the nine heavens, ready to crash to the ground at any moment, shattering the five lakes and four seas, human lives like molehills.

Mo Ran's pupils tightened as he looked up at the canopy.

The crowd, not wanting to be caught, either with their swords or in close quarters, had mingled with the pieces, this time in a much more intense battle than before, with blood and screams everywhere.

Heads rolled off.

The belly and intestines flow out.

But there is still a steady stream of black tides rushing in from the skyline, endless and creepy.

Suddenly, they heard Xue Meng's distant cry, "Father and mother".

Mo Ran suddenly turned around and saw that Xue Zhengyong and Jiang Xi were both covered in blood. The red spatter was so intense that it was impossible to tell whether they had been wounded themselves or whether the blood had been stained by killing the enemy.

Xue Meng fought his way towards his parents, fighting all the way but being outnumbered.

" Xue Meng "

Mo Ran wants to help him, but Xue Meng looks conflicted when he sees him, and Xue Meng is avoiding him.

A Confucianism School dead soldier raises his sword and stabs Xue Meng in the shoulder, immediately bleeding and staining his light armour.

" Xue Meng Xue Meng "

Mo Ran pushed towards him in a hurry, but there were so many people in the melee and they were so far away, he couldn't get through he couldn't get through

After he was wounded, more pieces came towards Xue Meng and the young man's figure was soon swallowed up in the crowd of Zhenlong golems that were so desperate to kill him.

" Xue Meng "

" Xue Meng "

A piteous scream.

It is the voice of Madame Wang with that of Xue Zhengyong.

Mo Ran had never heard such a sinew-breaking hiss.

His scalp was tingling.

Xue Meng

No.

This should not be the case.

There must be a way, there must be a way

Since Hua Binan had asked him to come here and had set up this situation, it was not for him to see the top of death and life destroyed, what did Hua Binan want him to do?

What does Hua Binan want him to do? What is this "surprise" for? How can he end it all?

Suddenly.

It occurred to him, he understood.

Mo Ran froze for a moment, before her heart pounded.

He finally got it.

Hua Binan was so ruthless that not only did he have to lose his reputation, but he had to make sure that he could not go back.

This was done by Nangong Si at Dragon Mountain.

Chu Wanning, done in a previous life in the middle of a duel.

He now has no spiritual power but his spirit core is still there.

He could feel the light flowing in his chest, rising and falling with his heartbeat.

In a previous life, Fairy Tramper's hideous, maniacal sneer seems to have come back to haunt her

"You have no spiritual power left, if you continue to fight with me, your spiritual core will shatter. Master, you are so proud that you would not be willing to die as a mortal, would you?"

He knows what to do.

Mo Ran's eyes are warm, and in the midst of the fighting, his mind is steeped in peace.

In a previous life, Chu Wanning had martyred himself to show him that it was not a lie to say that all beings are first and one is last.

It was as if he saw again the pale face of Chu Wanning before he had overdrawn his spirit core in his previous life.

His master thought then that he was bound to die, and before he did so, he said to Mo Ran

"Recite the good, not the evil."

The earth roars.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

The crowd was stunned, dodging and dodging while searching for the source of the commotion.

It is not really necessary to look for it.

Where Mo Ran was standing, a blaze erupted. It was not a real flame, but a strong stream of fire as the fire core burned through, enveloping Mo Ran in its entirety.

Mo Weiyu.

The Fairy Tramper emperor in a former life, now a master of his generation.

In the face of a catastrophe, he did everything he could to stop it

Shattering his own spiritual core

Like Nangong Si Chu Wanning, the shattering of his spirit core gave him a sudden burst of his greatest spiritual power, his eyes red with flame, his handsome, upright face not much more than a look of pain.

Who is he at this moment

Can he stop being the Fairy Tramper of all people.

If he could, he would like to be Chu Wanning.

The spiritual core slowly breaks up and melts in the chest cavity.

The flames grew hotter and hotter, penetrating the clouds and penetrating the fog, shining through the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the pure, clean dreams of his early childhood had fallen back into his heart, and as he stood in the flames, he saw Duan Yihan and Chu Wanning.

She was seen in the woodshed touching his cheek and saying, "Be grateful, don't hold a grudge."

The young man outside Temple of No Mercy is seen holding rice milk and carefully feeding it to him.

"Drink slowly, there's not enough left."

In both his lives, he had originally wanted to be a good man.

He didn't do it in his last life.

When I look back on this life and ask myself what happened before, I am sad that it has been almost ten years.

He didn't know how to make amends, tormenting day and night and not getting a result.

Who would believe him if he told people that he, too, had had old dreams of sheltering the cold people of the world

There is only ridicule, abuse and mockery.

Because he is Mo Weiyu, he is the Emperor of the Fairy Tramper.

He missed, killed, so doing anything to make up for it is not going to help.

It's all wrong.

No one can forgive him.

Perhaps only in the light of this fire, only at this moment when the spiritual core is shattered and he is martyred with his body, heading towards the path of Chu Wanning's former life, can he find a single moment of solace.

Only then could he be careful to say.

"I'd like to be Chu Wanning if I could."

Please, when you hear this wish, don't laugh at me.

Don't spit on me.

I was stupid and had no one to keep me company for a long time.

I have thus gone astray for two lifetimes and twenty years.

It was so stupid, I don't know why I ended up in an endless darkness, I don't know why things ended up the way they did, looking back, it was all wrong.

I can't find Mother.

Nor can we find the Master.

Please, hell is too cold.

Will you let me go back?

I want to go home.