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The more towering the attic is, the more people will be attracted to watch it when it collapses. The peels of melon seeds are smashed all over the floor, and the spittle is splashed three feet away.

The pain of others is always the best conversation topic in the streets and after dinner.

Mo Ran is a little reluctant to read any more, but this matter is full of doubts and is of great importance. Although Xu Shuanglin's memories seemed to be flawless and could explain the changes in Jin Chengchi and Peach Blossom Spring, he still felt vaguely uncomfortable.

He always felt that something was particularly wrong in this memory.

……what is it then?

He frowned, thinking dullly.

But suddenly I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a strange light flashing in the distance. But because hallucinations were unfolding here one after another, no one looked outside the forest, so they didn't even notice——

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Jiehuo!"

Everyone turned their heads after hearing this: "Tribulation fire? Where is the tribulation fire?"

"Over there—over there!"

"No! There's one here too!"

No one thought that when they were looking at Xu Shuanglin's memories of the past, raging scarlet fires were burning in all directions of Rufeng Sect and the seventy-two cities. The fire was still far away at this time, and the dense forest they were in was deep, so If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see clearly at all.

The calamity fire is one of the severe fires. Unless it rains heavily and stops it with nectar, it will not stop unless all the burning grass around it is turned to ashes and smoke.

Thick smoke billowed out, and the firelight was like water splashed on silk, quickly spreading around. In the distance, you could see bright meteors flying towards the surrounding areas in the seventy-two cities, but if you look carefully, where are the meteors? They were clearly disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect who escaped from the sea of ​​fire and flew out with their swords.

When everyone in the forest saw this, many of them suddenly lost their composure and shouted, "What's going on?"

Some people immediately turned around and ran towards the Poetry Hall, calling their companions' names repeatedly. Xue Zhengyong also changed his face, because Mrs. Wang was still there, and she didn't know how to control a sword at all...

"Ah Ran! Yu Heng! I'll leave Meng'er to you. I'll go see Madam -"

Mo Ran was also very anxious, nodded and said: "Uncle, go quickly, take aunt away first, we are here, I will never let Xue Meng get into trouble."

Xue Zhengyong patted his shoulder hard and rushed towards the Shiyue Hall where the flames burst out.

Seeing the sudden chaos, Xu Shuanglin stood quietly where he was, and suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face. He said with a smile: "It's like a tree falling down and the hozens scattering."

Mo Ran suddenly looked back and saw Xu Shuanglin snapping his fingers, letting the radiant memory fragments gather into his palm like thousands of snowflakes.

A sea of ​​​​fire returned to the surroundings, and the crack in the sky of Infinite Hell still did not close, and the golden red molten flow continued to pour out, spreading to the forest at an extremely slow speed.

Mo Ran stared at Xu Shuanglin and suddenly felt shuddering.

There's something wrong with the look in this person's eyes. This look is so familiar...

In his previous life, he was at the top of life and death, and he was in the empty Wushan Palace. After Chu Wanning's death, he always looked at himself in the mirror and saw such a pair of terrifying eyes.

Eyes filled with madness and blood, self-abasement, and wanting everyone to die for him.

"You want to destroy Rufeng Sect?"

Hearing Mo Ran's question, Xu Shuanglin's reaction was just to rub his two toes together.

Then smiled.

"So what? I destroyed my own home, is it your turn to take care of it?"

"Your own home..."

Xu Shuanglin stepped on the rolling molten flow and walked to Nangong Liu, grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulled him up from the ground, raised his eyelids and said, "Yes, my own home."

He forced Nangong Liu to face his face, and then raised his hand. In front of Nangong Liu, who was gasping for breath by Ling Chiguo and who was worse than dead, he raised his other hand, slowly, inch by inch, Start from the bottom of the neck and tear slowly, little by little...

Hiss.

In the end, there was just a soft sound, and an exquisite human skin mask made of a century-old snake demon painting was peeled off, revealing a face that was no longer youthful.

Nangong Liu was shocked at first, and then trembled sharply. He was breathless, but he still struggled to pull out the bits and pieces of voice from his throat.

"You...are you...?! You...are not...dead? You actually...you actually..."

"I'm not dead. You're still alive. How could I die before you?" Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, "I have to beat you in everything, including life span. Even if you turn into clay, I will do well." Alive. What? You and I are reunited after a long separation, are you so happy that you can’t say anything else? "

He made a bunch of fire and burned the human skin mask at will. The flames spread and burned the tips of his fingers. He didn't care and didn't feel any pain. He waved his hand and pressed the charred fingertips against Nangong's fingertips. Liu's lips tilted his head and said with a smile.

"Master Immortal Master, long time no see...or should I call you...brother?"

Chapter 169 Master, the first forbidden technique

"Nangong Xu!"

Among the people who had not left, there was an older person who suddenly reacted and exclaimed: "Is it him?"

"It's Nangong Xu..."

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