Chapter 742

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"Stop struggling to your death." The young demon became more and more arrogant as he fought. He grinned wildly and engaged Huaisha in close combat, with their swords clashing.

The golden light flickers on and off.

But the deep green flames filled the eyes of the master and the disciple.

Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning's pale face, then turned his eyes and looked at Huaisha's gradually dissipated spiritual flow, his eyes full of ridicule.

"You have no spiritual power anymore. If you continue to fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud, you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"

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

In the end, Huaisha's brilliance completely faded away, and Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spiritual power had been exhausted, and he laughed heartily, sounding like a vulture.

"What else can you use to resist me? Wanye Yuheng... my superior master?"

Chu night Ning half-knelt on the ground with his sword, his white clothes stained with blood.

He raised his eyes. At that time, the burning hatred was too deep. He only saw the determination in his eyes, but could not see the deep sadness buried under the determination.

Many years later, when Ta Xianjun committed suicide by taking poison, he unknowingly recalled this first fierce battle in his life.

He couldn't help but think that Chu Wanning was indeed determined to die to stop him...

All living beings are the first, and they are the last.

He once called him a villain who only talks nicely.

But Chu Wanning does what he says.

——"Be kind."

His master said.

"Hold no evil."

Golden light flashed.

Mo Ran only had time to see clearly the last calmness in Wan Ning's eyes, and saw the light in his palms blazing. This Beidou Immortal Lord, this man with no relatives and friends in the world of cultivation, just sacrificed his own spiritual core to summon him again. Three divine weapons were released.

Jiugetian asked Huaisha.

Qu Zi's arrogance, how much did Chu Wanning get?

The vast army made of ink was finally suppressed by Chu Wanning with the power of the spiritual core, and the black and white pieces were broken into ashes under the brilliance of Shenwu.

Strange to say, Mo Ran was standing opposite Chu Wanning at that time, just a few feet away. He looked at this man who was stubbornly resisting and working hard, but he actually didn't make a move to stop him.

He just looked at it with some surprise and curiosity.

He wanted to know what this thin lover in front of him could do for his so-called "sentient beings".

He just looked at it.

Watch Chu Wanning use up the last inch of spiritual power.

The turbulent river cháo calmed down, and the elegant birds that blocked the sun dispersed.

The controlled living people recovered their consciousness one by one, and the controlled dead people closed their eyes again and fell asleep underground.

The ink burned and looked like that.

He saw Beidou Immortal Lord's spiritual core shattered, saw Chu Wanning Guanghua fall, saw his master kneeling in front of him, and finally fell into the dust slumped.

Mo Ran didn't have much expression at the time, his face was slightly tilted, and his mother's murmuring instructions before she died were vaguely heard in her ears. The kind-hearted woman touched his cheek and said to him: "Repay kindness, don't seek revenge."

After so many years, he heard such a familiar sentence again. Before Chu Wanning presented his soul core, he said to him: "Think good things and don't hold evil thoughts."

But he didn't do it.

There seemed to be endless resentment in his heart, and only blood could give him a moment of respite——

He destroyed the Peak of Life and Death, massacred the Confucian Fengmen, killed uncles and aunts, tens of thousands of monks and killed several heads of the clan, and made Tianchi dyed red and the mountains full of bones.

In the end, the rebels surrounded the mountain and he committed suicide in front of the tower.

He had experienced all these things personally, and he was responsible for all the heinous crimes. In the horrific tragedy, he was the creditor, and the blood of thousands of people was stained by his failure to return, and the Zhenlong chess game cost tens of thousands of lives.

It's him.

Mo Ran felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and he was so beaten that he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan, pulling him out of the mire of memories. When he came to his senses, he saw Mu Yanli's shoulder being stabbed by a chess piece, and hot blood splattered on his face.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pavilion Master, be careful!"

The people from Tianyin Pavilion immediately rushed forward to protect Mu Yanli.

Mu Yanli took a breath, gritted her teeth and said, "It doesn't matter."

The Zhenlong chess piece in front of her pulled out a sword flower from the long sword in her hand. Under the eyes of everyone, the chess piece knelt down neatly towards Mo Ran. He covered his face with a mask, lowered his head and said, "My subordinate failed to protect me and caused my master to be disturbed. He deserves death."

Everyone was horrified.

"It's a chess piece controlled by Mo Ran!"

"He called him Master!"

Mo Ran said: "No...no..."

But who believes him?

Who will believe him!

Mo Ran shook his head and retreated in despair, looking at the faces filled with hatred and doubt.

no.

He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away and didn't notice the movement at all. Then he saw Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyong.

The two of them saw all these changes, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

The ink burned lips and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what else to defend.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a group of chess pieces emerging from behind Mrs. Wang. In the flash of lightning, he shouted: "Auntie! Be careful!!"

This shout made everyone turn around in shock. Xue Zhengyong

He immediately woke up, but because there were chess pieces on the left and right, he was trapped and it was too late to return.

"aunt!"

"mother--!"

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound of metal as Jiang Xi swept out of the crowd with a powerful Snow Phoenix Sword, knocking back the Zhenlong chess piece approaching Mrs. Wang several feet in one fell swoop.

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