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But this idea only flashed through Mo Ran's mind. When he saw the divine weapon floating in the air, he no longer thought about it. His whole person seemed to have been struck by a whip, and he stood stiffly, saying no. Write half a word.

Because that array-eye weapon with wood attributes was actually...

The fierce sword of the Tao Xianjun - the divine weapon will not return! !

Mo Ran suddenly felt a pain in his chest, his eyesight went black, and there seemed to be some kind of murmur that he couldn't hear that he couldn't hear repeatedly in his ears. He couldn't breathe, and he felt that the blood of his previous life was rushing out of the night, soaking him all over. He was nauseated, dizzy, and his heart was beating fast...

Seeing what Xu Shuanglin was going to do after taking Bugui, Mo Ran didn't have time to think too much and raised his hand to recall Shenwu. But as soon as the spiritual power was revealed, Chu Wanning's piano sound suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt something was wrong, endured the inexplicable suffocation, and turned around.

The pupils suddenly narrowed.

"Master!!"

How could he forget! ? Chu Wanning's spiritual core is fragile. As early as Xuanyuanhui came out, a doctor said that No Return seems to have some kind of repulsive force with Chu Wanning. It will backfire on Chu Wanning and make Chu Wanning's already weak The spiritual core is even more unbearable.

How could he forget!

The ink suddenly cut off the connection between himself and Bugui, flew up to the giant vine, jumped up at the moment before the spirit vine was exhausted, hugged Chu Wanning, who was so painful that his face turned pale, and fell to the ground with him In the orange grove next to it.

At the same time, the Tianwen Ten Thousand Coffins summoned by Chu Wanning also shattered and disintegrated, but fortunately those who were bewitched were confused. Although they did not wake up completely, they no longer listened to Nangong Liu's instructions, one by one. He stood blankly, with a dreamy look on his face.

"Master!" Mo Ran was anxious and regretful. He knelt in the snow, hugging Chu Wanning, who was frowning, and kept stroking Chu Wanning's face. "How are you?"

He saw blood oozing from the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth, and felt even more distressed. He hurriedly wiped it for him. As he wiped it, he suddenly thought of Chu Wanning lying in his arms like this in his previous life, on the top of the Kunlun Snow Mountain. , Qiqiao bled to death. And he was just like now, hastily wiping away the mottled blood, but couldn't wipe it clean.

Like a cone into the heart.

His eyes were red: "Does it hurt?"

Chu Wanning was too affected by the evil spirit of No Return. He felt that the evil spirit was flowing to his chest in an instant, as if his chest was going to be cut open.

What's even worse is that there seem to be many broken illusions twisting and flickering in front of his eyes.

He shook his head, trying hard to shake off those vague illusions, struggling to look at Nangong Liu, but only glanced at it, and the last blood on his face suddenly faded and quenched.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he grabbed Mo Ran's arm and said hoarsely: "Over there, be careful!"

Mo Ran saw that his face was like gold paper, and his eyes were filled with great shock, reflecting the light of the fire...

Fire?

When he turned around, what came out of the crack in the sky was no longer imps, but rolling lava from hell, and earthly fire boiled and flowed down from the sky. Those ghosts and monsters that escaped at the same time were reduced to ashes in the surging evil fire, and they turned into a puff of smoke before they even had time to scream.

What a weird situation is this?

The lava from hell hung on the sky, like a magnificent golden-red waterfall, flowing slowly and leisurely, licking sinisterly and magnificently. The lava flowed to Lingshui Lake, and the broken ice and lake water were ignited like firewood and began to burn fiercely. Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, who were standing at the front, activated the most powerful water spells to avoid being engulfed by the fire.

Although the flames flow slowly, they will soon burn those who stand frozen and have been caught in Zhenlong's chess game.

Mo Ran cursed secretly and raised his hand to form a seal, but he was not familiar with the water formation. Half of the seal was completed. Chu Wanning suddenly held his hand in his arms and said with a pale face: "The seal is wrong. I'll do it."

Mo Ran hugged him and asked him to sit up against himself, but stopped his hand: "Stop moving, you teach me."

Although Chu Wanning hesitates, he also knows that his spiritual power is temporarily damaged and he may not be able to cast spells well. Matters involving human life cannot be ambiguous. So he held Mo Ran's hand, put his ten fingers in place one by one, put them in the right position, and then said hoarsely: "Cast a spell."

The spiritual flow overflowed from the fingertips, quickly opening the barrier in the air, forming blue water waves, wrapping the puppets who had lost their minds.

Allen Chu breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to praise Mo Ran. Unexpectedly, he raised his eyelashes and saw wet tears shining on his handsome face under the light of hell.

Why is he crying?

Because of whom?

Chu Wanning was a little confused.

The teacher is not here, Xue Meng is not injured, and Mo Ran doesn’t know anyone else. So, can he be so bold and greedy that Mo Ran sheds tears this time for himself?

"...don't cry."

Mo Ran came back to his senses and wiped his face almost hastily.

"What does such a big man look like?"

Mo Ran only looked at him with moist eyes and asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Hearing what he said, Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment, and then the pain in his chest suddenly felt as soft as hot spring water. Sorrow and tenderness were intertwined, sourness and pain, sweetness and astringency. For the first time in his life, he had thoughts related to personal affairs before a catastrophe. It was so inappropriate, but it couldn't be stopped.

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