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Mo Ran closed his eyes and sighed softly: "You know what? I really want you to see my experience since my rebirth, and I want you to get all my memories."

"Perhaps because of my obsession, my soul was not taken away, so I can see you here."

He said, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against Ta Xianjun's forehead.

"Go back." He murmured softly, "Let go of yourself."

Hearing this sentence that was too similar to the previous life of Chu Wanning before he died, Tread Xianjun was shocked, but before his bào anger had time to vent, a bloody scene flashed in front of him.

He saw the ghost world crack again.

In the catastrophe that changed his life, everyone was overwhelmed and crying.

Stepping on the Immortal Monarch fluttering like a paper kite, swimming in mid-air, with a crowd of people crying, stench of blood and severed limbs. He looked around, what about the teacher? Where is the teacher...

He couldn't find it, he couldn't find it, his heart was on fire, he was furious - suddenly, he stopped.

In the smoke, a familiar figure was moving. Stepping on Xianjun flying over, he was surprised to see that it was himself in his youth. Unconscious and dying.

What's going on here?

As if answering him, Ta Xianjun saw that the picture changed, someone carried his broken body and crawled with difficulty in the sea of ​​​​blood.

who is it?

Those bloody hands...whose it is.

Who is that person who can't even crawl, but still refuses to let go and drags him tightly?

Stepping on Xianjun low and flying low, he coiled around the two people, he stared at the person who was covered in blood and whose face was indistinguishable-finally, he saw it clearly, but it was like being killed by thunder.

"Chu nightning...?"

How is it possible... how is it possible!

There seemed to be someone howling in anger. Although the voice was distant, the man's anger was like a bayonet. Roaring: "The long-order blood is not exhausted, that's the way he takes you home!"

"Observing the enchantment is a twin, how much you are injured, so does he."

"How can you say he doesn't save you...how can you say he doesn't save you..."

Cold all over.

Ta Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, he stared at Mo Weiyu in front of him, and gritted his teeth: "What are you showing this seat?! It's so... ridiculous!"

He was full of anger, but the eyes he met made him abruptly startled.

The ink burned and stared at him, and the dark and quiet eyes were actually wet: "I have tried my best to give you all my memories."

"Who wants to see what happened to you and him?! Who wants to know what has happened since your rebirth! You are stealing your life, you have failed the teacher... You are not the same as this seat!" He was almost bào angry, "Who wants you Make up your own mind? Go away!"

The anger that countless people are terrified of, but in the eyes of Mo Ran, it can't cause any waves.

Mo Ran looked at him, and his eyes were even pitiful. He stood in front of Step Xianjun, and from the corner of his robe, a golden flame suddenly ignited, and his illusory body melted little by little in this flame. Turn into a little firefly.

"Actually, you don't need to tell me, I should go too."

"I used my soul power to give you all my memories. This is against the sky, and I don't know what will happen to me in the end." Speaking of this, the ink burned for a while and smiled, " It may be rejected by the six realms of reincarnation, or it may be directly sentenced to the endless hell."

"..."

"I thought about the best possibility." Mo Ran said, "Maybe my soul can follow the spiritual core and melt into your body together."

He didn't care what he said before, but when he heard this, he suddenly frowned: "Don't even think about it!"

The ink burned and looked at him with a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"What's so scary about this seat?" Ta Xianjun was greatly offended and narrowed his eyes, "But this body belongs to this seat, you can't even think about occupying a magpie's nest!"

The ink burned and sighed: "You just don't want to accept some facts."

"..."

"You don't want to accept truths that I've admitted and you've ignored."

"you shut up!"

The ink burned and looked at him calmly, and the phantom disappeared faster and faster, and spread to the waist, abdomen, and chest in an instant... Before disappearing, he raised his hand and tried to touch the temples of Step Xianjun. But Stepping Xianjun took a step back in disgust as if he was caught by something highly poisonous.

Seeing him like this, the ink burned and just smiled, but the little golden light in his body was like a moth, and suddenly rushed to the chest of the immortal-treading the immortal, but felt that there was a familiar force in the body recovering, then The power is so fiery and fiery, like molten flow under a rock.

It was a power that he felt at ease, but also terribly disgusted with.

"You don't want to fuse your soul with this seat..."

"No one wants to leave, and I have to try my best to make one last attempt."

Stepping Xianjun tends to be furious: "Get out of this seat!"

But Mo Ran just stared at him: "I'm sorry. In the end, I still have to compete with you for this body."

"..."

"If only your instincts could recover."

"Let's be Mo Weiyu." The golden flame quickly burned to his fingertips, and then engulfed the young and handsome face, "Don't be a treading fairy."

The voice fell.

ashes...

At the same time, the secret room of Tianyin Pavilion was instantly illuminated by the dazzling golden light, as bright as day, so that the teacher could not open his eyes for a while. He suddenly raised his robe sleeves to cover his face, and after a long time, the intense light slowly extinguished.

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