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Mo Ran originally thought that this door was extremely heavy and difficult to open. However, when his fingers touched the door, it was just a light touch. With the rumbling thunder, the Dragon and Phoenix Heavenly Gate slowly moved towards the door without any effort from him. Shrink inward...

And the moment he saw the front hall of the Tiangong clearly, Mo Ran's whole person was shocked in place.

This... what kind of weird scene is this? !

Chapter 217 [Jiao Mountain] The Nightmare Begins

He walked on the long central axis of the front hall of the Tiangong. Every brick and stone under his feet was as shiny as thin ice, reflecting his figure.

Benedict. Benedict. Benedict.

Step by step, the sound of empty footsteps echoed lonely in the hall.

But Mo Ran is not lonely, he is not alone. He is now standing in the middle of the trail in the endless Confucianism Gate Sacrifice Hall. There are densely packed people on both sides, men, women, old and young, with expressions on their faces. Different faces.

He stood in the middle, and it looked like a small city. On his left hand side, the corpses of the Confucian Fengmen. Those who were sorry for Xu Shuanglin had all become lowly people. They were tortured, cut apart, and executed with various criminal methods. Then he was resurrected, resurrected and put to death again. On the other side, people are singing, dancing and enjoying themselves.

He even saw Luo Xianxian, which should not be a real soul, but the appearance of other corpses made by illusion, controlled by Heizi, just like those Jiao people in Jin Chengchi.

Luo Xianxian, with her hair pulled up in a bun, is currently with her husband Chen Bohuan. The two of them look comfortable and leisurely.

He also saw Yuan Chen's youngest daughter, sitting next to his brother and sister-in-law, talking to them with a smile. Luo Xianxian, on the other hand, leaned against Chen Bohuan. When she heard something interesting, she covered her mouth with her sleeves, arching her eyebrows and smiling brightly.

This scene is beautiful and dreamy, but it makes the back of Mo Ran feel cold.

He walked in this long corridor, which was half hell and half heaven. Good and evil were clearly divided. There were laughter and laughter on his left, and groans of pain on his right.

He walked forward, as if walking through water and fire, light and shadow. He looked to the left, and there were hundreds of butterflies flying in the air, and a stream of water gurgling out from behind the beams. What was flowing in it was clear wine. Beside the wine river, there was someone. While reading leisurely, some people were reciting poems and composing poems, children were laughing, and women were drunk and lying in bed with their clothes on.

He looked to the right, the cauldron was boiling hot, the fire was cooking oil, and the twisting bodies were poured with boiling oil, and their tongues were pulled out and pierced through the heart. People were cursing and biting each other, with wild animals flashing in their eyes. Cold light.

He also saw the former abbot of Wubei Temple, the old monk who single-handedly planned the shady plot of the Lingshan Conference. He was surrounded by three people, each of them holding a small rusty stew knife in his hand, and they were cutting his throat separately. The face, legs and brother were stabbed one after another. The cut skin and flesh quickly recovered, and the cycle started again. The old monk couldn't help screaming, but what he made was just a roar of unknown meaning - his rumor-mongering tongue. It had already been torn off abruptly.

The further Mo Ran walked forward, the more he felt shuddering.

He didn't even want to look either way, crying, laughing, angry, or happy.

A woman on the left is chanting softly: "Life and death, lonely life. There is a lover who cannot call out the lover's response..."

On the right, a woman is being bitten by a vicious dog and screaming.

Half of his peripheral vision saw light, and the other half saw darkness. The light and darkness were so absolute, just like the chess pieces on a chessboard, black and white facing off, good and evil clear.

Mo Ran only felt a splitting headache.

He stood in the middle. He simply stopped and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the scenes of Jiutian and Purgatory blending together again.

He stayed where he was, waiting for the large army that was not as fast as him to catch up.

"Falling leaves frighten the dream, walking leisurely in the dust and counting the falling red..."

"No! Don't do this to me again! Please! Save me...save me..."

But the sounds from both sides continued like arrows, piercing into the wood.

He heard Luo Xianxian gently saying to her husband: "Mr. Chen, the orange flowers in the courtyard are in bloom. I'll take you to see them, okay?"

He heard Mrs. Qin, the former head of Jiangdong Hall, laughing like crazy: "Tong·jian? Hahahaha, yes, I am Tongjian with Nangong Liu! I am a dàng·woman, a prostitute, I She is just a dàng woman, a poisonous woman - I killed my husband, I want to be the leader - hahahaha, you all come and see my true face, see that I am an ugly bitch, hahahaha..."

Everything is gathered together.

Living people, dead people.

Reality or fantasy?

Is it black or white, good or evil?

The sounds around him gradually became like the tide, cháolàng ups and downs. He seemed to see two giant dragons breaking out of the water, and the moonlight illuminated their cold and moist scales.

Are those two dragons?

No, those are my two souls.

The fight started again, roaring, breathing dragon breath, biting and colliding with each other.

The earth shook.

Mo Ran couldn't stand this crazy noise. He covered his ears, but he still couldn't block the messy sounds twice. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to raise his hand and cast the silencing curse.

His eyes shot open.

The surrounding scenes disappeared.

The ink burns with horror.

He froze in place - what happened? Why did the surrounding scenes disappear?

where is he?

why everywhere

It's all black, endless black...

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