Chapter 763

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He is now a prisoner.

He sat up.

My chest hurts, and I don't have any strength in my body. The once surging spiritual current has disappeared. He leaned against the wall and stood in a daze for a while——

It turns out that this is how I felt after my spiritual core was broken.

Unable to summon divine weapons or cast spells, it is like the Kun that rides the wind and breaks through the làng has lost its tail, and the Peng that rides on the clouds and mist has no wings.

He huddled in the corner, his dark eyes staring blankly ahead.

Mo Ran was suddenly sad, but the sadness was not caused by himself. He thought of Chu Wanning in his previous life and the reincarnation of heaven. He finally felt the helplessness and pain of Chu Wanning at that time.

He wanted to say sorry to Allen Chu at that time.

But it's too late.

Nothing can be turned back.

He was trapped in the house, and the cake and the bowl of soup went from hot to cold, and from cold to ice cold. Then he started to eat, and after eating this little food, no one came to the cell again.

He became the same Mo Ran who was locked in a dog cage in his childhood, but the treatment in this room was much better than that in a dog cage, and he could actually lie down comfortably.

He was lying in this darkness, waking and sleeping, but waking and sleeping were not that important. In this room, he seemed to be dead.

The ink burned and thought, maybe he is already dead?

Perhaps this life was just a good dream he had while lying in the coffin under the Tower of Babel, his soul still lingering. The thirty-two years of his life passed before his eyes like a circus, full of colors, joys and sorrows, but in the end they all turned into withered bones in the grave.

He curled up the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

He actually felt that if this was really the case, it would be great.

He was very tired. He had walked for too long and struggled for too long. He didn't care whether it was hell or the world ahead. He just wanted to rest.

He was very old in his heart. In fact, when Chu Wanning passed away, he had completely collapsed and aged. He has been doing good deeds and making amends for so many years. He is looking for a medicine that can cure this kind of aging.

But he couldn't find it.

He had been fighting for so long, begging so relentlessly and shamelessly for so long, and now he was tired of fighting and begging. In this life, he lost his mother, his master, his best friend, his lover, his stolen relatives, and his false reputation.

Now, he has even lost his spiritual core. But he was still taken to Tianyin Pavilion, and he still could not escape the most severe condemnation in the world of cultivation.

He finally gave up, knowing that he would never be forgiven.

He Mo Weiyu is an ugly and deformed mountain, and the vast winter snow has covered his scars.

But the snow melted.

Neither his darkness nor his terror can be hidden.

He couldn't be Grandmaster Mo. From the moment he was stained with the blood of the first innocent person, he was destined to be the Immortal Emperor for the rest of his life - he burned harps and boiled cranes, grinded his teeth and sucked blood, his face was ferocious, he was worse than an animal - He deserves to die.

When he died, the world rejoiced.

I don't know how many days he was trapped in the forbidden room, but the door opened.

The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion walked in and tied him up with the Immortal Binding Rope without saying a word, then picked him up from left to right and dragged him outside.

They led him through a long, dark corridor.

Mo Ran spoke hoarsely and said the first words in these days: "How are they?"

No one paid any attention to him.

He was twisted and carried to the end. As soon as the sky dawned, Mo Ran was like a dragon that had been curled up in the darkness for too long. It was already blind and rotten, and it looked so trapped and uneasy in such a dazzling light. He couldn't adapt to the sudden light at all. He wanted to cover his eyes, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only lower his head, tears soaking under his thick black eyelashes——

His hearing and vision were dim and he didn't know where he was. Only his sense of smell was clear.

He smelled the breath of the wind, the breath of the sea of ​​people, the smell of flowers, plants and trees. He was pushed, so he walked forward hesitantly.

Slowly, my ears got used to the noise here.

He heard many people talking, and the whispers came together like a river. Cháo water can wash away dirt, but cháo water can also drown people.

Mo Ran felt like he couldn't breathe.

He is very weak.

He was extremely weak at this moment.

"Kneel down."

The people escorting him were pushing him, and he knelt down. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating his haggard and withered face.

I didn't expect it to be such a sunny day outside.

"It's that Grandmaster Mo..."

"I never thought that one day I would be able to see him being put on trial in Tianyin Pavilion. Oh, I really know people but not their hearts."

Mo Ran's ears were buzzing, and his eyes were gradually able to see something, but it was still unclear. He could only use the thick shadow of his eyelashes to slightly close his eyes and look at everything in front of him -

It was the public hearing platform in Tianyin Pavilion in my memory.

When he was young, he once visited the place of trial with Xue Zheng and Xue Meng.

But he has gone from being a spectator to being judged in front of everyone.

The crowd below the stage was like a crucian carp, crowded and turbulent. These were ordinary people who came to Tianyin Pavilion to watch the interrogation, and they were scattered cultivators from all over the world. He couldn't see anyone's face clearly, nor could he see the expressions on those people's faces.

It felt like those chattering heads came together to form an ups and downs of wheat.

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