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Mo Ran didn't care about Xue Meng. He left directly from the large army and walked to a loyal soul tomb, half-kneeling down and looking carefully.

The Heroes' Tomb of Rufengmen is different from ordinary funerals. There is no tomb to seal the earth. Instead, a translucent jade coffin is used, which is like the thick ice surface. Half of the coffin is sunk in the ground, while the surface of the coffin is directly exposed. Therefore, the mass burial site looks like a continuous jade belt, exuding crystal brilliance under the moonlight.

This kind of cold jade is similar to the mortuary coffin in the Shuangtian Temple at the top of life and death. It can preserve the body without decay, just like before death. Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at the coffin in front of him. The mass graves were not taken care of too carefully. Therefore, there was a thick layer of ash on the surface of the jade coffin. Mo Ran could only vaguely see the one below. The outline of the deceased, whose facial features could not be clearly seen, seemed to be that of a woman.

He stared at the woman for a while, then his eyes wandered around the coffin again——

He felt something was wrong with the coffin.

But he couldn't quite tell what was wrong.

He looked around, and when no one was paying attention to him, he put his hand on the coffin, closed his eyes, and felt carefully...

Suddenly his palm trembled.

Mo Ran opened his eyes, his face extremely ugly.

There is indeed evil in this coffin, but it is no longer strong. The Zhenlong chess piece is not in it... Could I have thought wrong?

"Mo Ran!" Xue Meng and the others were already walking far away, shouting to him from a distance.

Mo Ran whispered to himself: "Right away."

His slender hands rubbed the surface of the coffin inch by inch, wiping away the thick dust on it, trying to get a clearer look at the face of the woman below without opening the coffin.

As he was wiping, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a detail from the corner of his eye and stopped suddenly.

He knew something was wrong.

Gathering dust.

This coffin is gathering dust in the wrong way!

In addition to the place he had just wiped, Mo Ran suddenly discovered that there was another place without dust - on the side of the coffin, there were four marks of different lengths. He hesitated for a moment, reached out to compare, and found that they happened to be When a person climbs out of it, except for his thumb, the other four fingers will rest on it!

Mo Ran's expression changed with horror. Just when he wanted everyone to stop going up the mountain, he suddenly felt a damp and cold air coming from in front of him.

He raised his head suddenly and unexpectedly came face to face with a corpse-white face.

A woman wearing a shroud squatted behind the tombstone and stared at him faintly.

Chapter 212 [Jiaoshan] Tai Sect Leader

"Don't go forward! Go back! Go back! Go to the bottom of the mountain!"

There was an unexpected shout, and everyone looked back and saw Mo Ran dressed in black and sweeping the ground. Behind him, a female corpse chased after him, and a terrifying howling sound came from his mouth.

Xue Zhengyong was shocked: "Ran'er? What...what's going on?!"

"Back off! Everyone go back!" Under his dark brows, a pair of eyes were like bayonets unsheathed. He shouted to Nangong Si, "Nangong! Drop the soul-repelling stone in front of you!"

Nangong Si immediately rushed to the top - above the mass burial tomb of Zhonghun, there was a mass burial tomb of high-level disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect. In order to prevent future generations from causing trouble, a long wall was set up between the two mass burial tombs as a barrier. Use.

He ran at full speed, with Ye Wangxi following closely behind, but before he reached the soul-repelling wall, Nangong Si's pace suddenly stopped:

At the top of the mountain road, I saw a group of people walking down slowly, each wearing a blue robe and a crane, with silk ribbons flying everywhere. At first glance, it looked like a group of heroic Confucian disciples were walking around before the Confucian sect was wiped out. , the most important thing is that it is grand and impressive.

But Nangong Si knew something was wrong.

Ye Wangxi also knew it.

There is one difference between these Confucian disciples and the ones they used to get along with day and night, that is, everyone's eyes are covered with a blue ribbon embroidered with the shadow of a crane.

It seems to be only a very small difference, but everyone in the Nangong family understands what it means - no living person would wear this blinding ribbon. This is the funeral object worn by the disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect before they are buried. It means that the eyes are covered with auspicious clouds, and they will ride on the crane to the west and live a happy life...

Those who came down the mountain were all dead from the Confucianism Sect! !

Nangong Si took a step back, raised his hand, and subconsciously stopped Ye Wangxi.

He didn't look back, only whispered: "Go down."

"..."

"Go down! Go tell Grandmaster Mo, it's too late." Nangong Si took a deep breath and uttered a slightly trembling sentence, "All the high-level disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect have picked up their corpses and are carrying them down the mountain."

"how about you?!"

"I'll hold them back for a while, hurry up." Nangong Si turned his face slightly and said to Ye Wangxi, "Let them retreat as far as possible to the foot of the mountain. Once they retreat over there, you send out the fuse and fireworks, and I will come down immediately."

Ye Wangxi bit her lip tightly, knowing very well that there was no way around this matter, so the last thing she could do was to take off her quiver, throw it to Nangong Si, and said in a deep voice: "Go on. You never remember to take more.”

When she rushed to the mountainside, a fierce battle had already begun there. The corpses of the Confucianism Sect servants who had been lurking earlier were pouring out like locusts from the bushes, behind rocks, and everywhere they could hide, and pounced on the fighting monks. . These corpses were all wearing shrouds and were pale. They were mixed in with the monks in different costumes, like rolling snow. From a distance, it was really spectacular, but the cost of this spectacle was too high. In an instant, Jiaoshan screamed and screamed. one slice.

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