Chapter 647
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"Dad, let's go out and fight to the death. It's better than being trapped here."
There was a buzz of human voices.
At this time, suddenly there was another voice that had been silent for a long time, with a hint of trembling and more determination.
He said: "I'll do it."
The owner of the horse farm, who looked ashen and defeated, turned his head tremblingly. When he saw a beam of fire light, he opened his eyes slightly and said in shock: "Master Mo?"
The fireworks in Mo Ran's palm reflected his handsome face that was uncertain between light and dark. He walked to the sealing stone and stood still.
"You, you also retained Nangong Si's blood?"
Mo Ran did not answer. He knew that although there were people resisting at the entrance of the corridor, they would not be able to hold on for long, and those chess pieces would soon come in.
He went all the way up the mountain. When Nangong Si was in danger, he felt passionate and wanted to do this many times, but in the end he failed.
He originally thought that he was favored by God, and this time he could escape the public gaze and escape fate.
But at this time, he was feeling trapped, and he knew that he finally had no choice.
There is no way back.
"Master Mo...?"
He didn't take care of the owner of the horse farm. He took out the silver short knife from his waist, put it on the palm of his hand, and gave it a sharp stroke.
In an instant, blood flowed all over his palm.
At this time, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong were both here. Chu Wanning was also there, and they stopped behind Mo Ran. Xue Zhengyong's voice was full of confusion: "Ran'er, what are you doing? It's useless. Jiaoshan will only obey the orders of the Nangong family. It won't help if you bleed."
The ink burned without looking back, and his bleeding hand was trembling slightly.
In the end, it was still slapped hard on the sealing stone.
The tentacles are cold, biting the flesh and bones.
He closed his eyes.
The distant voice of the demon dragon wandering away once again echoed in this darkness.
"Who is coming?"
Throat throbbing.
Under the gaze of everyone, ink-burning, in an extremely oppressive silence, answered slowly and slowly——
"Confucian Feng Sect...the seventh generation of Origin Blood Clan."
Xue Meng's expression suddenly changed, he staggered back a step, and shook his head: "What..."
Xue Zhengyong's face was uglier than him. His eyes were wide open, staring at Mo Ran's tall and straight black back, and murmured: "How is it possible...?"
Every word is like a sharp knife.
Knowing that he would bleed profusely and get out of hand, he had no other choice.
He whispered the last half of the sentence: "Ink burning ink and light rain, worship."
Xue Meng's voice was hoarse and he shouted with his bare eyes: "Impossible!!"
However, the door finally opened.
Wan Li's voice, as ethereal as thin smoke, was like a sharp bayonet piercing the eardrum and heart cavity.
"Wangli...congratulations...master..."
"Ran'er..."
Xue Zhengyong was completely stunned and couldn't say a word.
Chu Wanning was also confused. He helped Xue Zhengyong in time and looked up at the front.
The stone door roared, one inch, two inches, and sank into the ground again. The orange fire from the Dragon Soul Pond outside poured into the darkness, and the ink stood against the light. The light polished his back until it was blurry and angular, almost ethereal.
"Mo Ran! Mo Ran!! How can you open it? What is the seventh generation of the Confucian Fengmen? How could this happen?! How could this happen!" Xue Meng seemed a little panicked and crazy, "How could you and the Nangong family Are you related by blood? You are obviously...you are obviously..."
The ink burned for a moment, and in the end he only whispered in the swaying light and shadow: "Everyone, please go out first."
"Ink burns!!"
Hoarse.
For a moment, Mo Ran tilted his cheek, as if he wanted to turn around and say something, but in the end he said nothing, did not stop, and no longer hesitated. He moved forward, and the light and shadow moved with his tall figure, and he finally disappeared at the end of the corridor.
After him, people from various sects rushed to flee. When they came, they were fierce and unstoppable. When they left, they were panicked, like a fish that slipped through the net.
The ink burns in this rushing torrent, walking alone in this escape like a crucian carp crossing the river.
He didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.
He saw Ye Wangxi in the Dragon Soul Pond Hall. He walked over, picked her up while she was still awake, and took her away.
In fact, the person who jumped into the Dragon Soul Pond and sacrificed his life didn't have to be Nangong Si, it could have been him.
Although at that time, Mo Ran didn't know that doing so would keep Jiaoshan safe, but he actually had no confidence -
What if you knew it? Will he really die in Nangong Si's place?
He has lived two lifetimes, covered with sins but still able to survive. However, Nangong Si was only twenty years old, and before he was even halfway through his life, he turned into dust and smoke, and nothing was left.
Intellectually, he knew that Nangong Siyuan was more worthy of staying in this world than him, but people still longed to live after all.
Suddenly I heard someone screaming from behind me: "Those monsters, those monsters are chasing me!!"
"How can it be?!"
Mo Ran turned around suddenly.
The broken stone had already fallen again when the last group of people came out of the corridor. It was impossible for those chess pieces to be opened unless——
His face turned pale.
Unless, among those chess pieces, there are also people who belong to the Nangong family.
of blood.
In the midst of his thoughts, he recalled the mysterious black sky crack he had just seen, and suddenly thought of the third forbidden art, the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space.
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