Article 117

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The scenery is infinite and the spirit is high.

Then one day, Zhulou collapsed.

From then on, he will use his long life to forget the edge of these fifteen years.

When they ran out of the divine arsenal, everyone saw the heart-picking willow slowly falling down in the water, like an ancient giant exhausted, like the death of Kuafu, and the death of the Golden Crow. The Jiao people who stayed on the ground were shocked and fled in all directions.

The arsenal of magical weapons millions of years ago was completely destroyed overnight.

The sacred tree fell with a crash, setting off a frenzy in the Jincheng Pond. In front of the huge eddy, the Jiao people transformed into their original bodies one after another, in order to resist the turbulent waves. For a moment, the scales and armor in Jincheng Pond were churning, and fish and dragons were jumping up and down, making it difficult for ordinary people to stand upright.

The ink burned and shouted: "No, I can't get out!"

During the speech, a thick dragon tail patted, Mo Ran quickly dodged, and then narrowly passed.

Just at this time, suddenly a black dragon rushed over, its shape was bigger than other flood dragons, and its pitch-black scales overflowed with lingling golden brilliance.

The ink burned and said: "Watching the moon?!!"

Wangyue let out a long cry, he was originally a dumb dragon, but at this moment he suddenly spoke, his voice was like a bell, and he shouted in a low voice: "Grab my back, the heart-picking willow will be destroyed, Jin Chengchi will be destroyed soon, hurry up! You escape!"

There was no other choice at this time, and they couldn't care whether Mochizuki was an enemy or a friend, so they followed their advice. Wangyue carried four people in the turbulent waves, thousands of dragons swam swiftly in the turbulent waves, and ran across the water.

"Hurry up!"

As soon as the words fell, the old dragon suddenly burst into the water and flew out of the sky. The ink burns and they only feel that the Qianjun mad current is rushing towards their faces, and the water flow is like a thousand horses and thousands of troops rushing, stepping on the muscles, bones and hearts. They couldn't open their eyes at all, couldn't breathe, and they held the dragon's back tightly with both hands, exerting all their strength, so as not to be thrown into the lake again.

When they were finally able to open their eyes, they had already rode a dragon into the clouds, and they were on the top of Jincheng Pond, the peak of Xuying Peak. The sprayed water vapor turned into tens of thousands of fluorescent spots, scattered from the huge mirror-like dragon scales, and the mist turned into a rainbow in an instant. Mochizuki makes the head long hiss, and the eight wastelands change color.

Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's voice coming from behind, and he seemed excited and far away in the hunting wind. After all, he is really young, and it is easy to forget sorrow temporarily because of some things——

"My God! I'm flying! I'm flying on a dragon!"

Mochizuki hovered several times above Xuying Peak, gradually shrunk in size, and slowly bent down to land. When he stopped at the Jincheng Pool, he had shrunk to less than half of its original size, so that it would not crush too many surrounding rocks vegetation. He curled up in the same place, and quietly let the ink burn them down the back of the dragon.

They turned their heads to look at Jin Chengchi, only to see the ice melted, and the waves surged, smashing the ice. At this time, the morning light is bright, the east is white, and the sun shines brilliantly, flowing into the Jincheng Pool, a piece of shimmering light.

The teacher suddenly said in shock: "Look at those Jiaos in the pool!"

Those churning and entangled dragons rose and fell with the raging waves, gradually stopped moving, and then collapsed one by one, turning into a little bit of burnt ashes, one after another black chess pieces rose from the lake and gathered in the mid-air middle.

Mo Ran murmured: "Zhenlong Chess Game..."

The dragons, creatures, and even the heart-picking willows in the entire pond have all been hit by the Zhenlong chess game. The conspiracy in the entire pool is actually a game set up by someone hiding in the dark!

Mo Ran suddenly shuddered.

He realized that the world after rebirth was not right, and some things were brought forward for no reason.

When he was sixteen years old in his previous life, there was absolutely no one who could play the Zhenlong chess game to this extent. What is the origin of this false hook?

Xue Meng said: "Watching the moon!"

Mo Ran turned his head and saw Mochizuki crouched and did not move. There was no black chess piece on his body, but he looked very weak and his eyes were half-closed.

"You guys... did a good job... Gouchen Shangshen Jin Chengchi, I would rather destroy it than... never fall into the hands of evil..."

After he finished speaking, golden light suddenly radiated from his body, and after the light dissipated, he turned into a smaller human being.

"It's you?!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng spoke almost at the same time.

Mochizuki in front of him was the old white-haired Jiaoren who had led them to the spiritual body of the Shenwuku. Mochizuki raised her head, with a look of shame in her eyes.

"It's me."

Xue Meng was surprised and said: "You, why did you lead us to the Shenwuku? Are you going to save us or harm us? If you are harming us, why do you send us ashore? If you are saving us, in case we can't crack the heart Liu Yijie, wouldn't that just be..."

Mochizuki lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry. It's just the situation at the time, so I had to do this. False Gou Chen's own cultivation base is not enough, and he is using the spiritual power of the heart-picking willow to cast forbidden spells. Only when he cracks the heart-picking willow can his spells Ineffective. I have no choice but to lead you to try."

Chu Wanning shook his head, walked over, and waved to heal him.

Mochizuki let out a long sigh: "The Daoist is benevolent, there is no need. I, like everything in the pool, have reached the end of my lifespan. I was originally relying on a little aura of the heart-picking willow to survive. Since it has fallen, I will die soon."

Chu WanNing: "..."

Mochizuki said: "Death and life are orderly, you can't force it. I can see Jin Chengchi's nightmare broken before he dies, and my wish has been fulfilled. It's just that the shock in the pool has affected you, and I really feel guilty."

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