Article 740

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"I'll say it again, I didn't kill Gu Yueye's person. It was a mistake between two lives after the door of life and death was opened. That person was not me at all."

"The Gate of Life and Death is the first forbidden art. It has not been opened for thousands of years. Don't you think your excuse is too ridiculous?" Mu Yanli said coldly, "I'm afraid it's not because you, as the heir of Nangong, are unwilling and ambitious, Want to design a subversion of the upper and lower realms of cultivation?"

"Master Mu Pavilion's words are too much." Jiang Xi couldn't help but frown when he heard this, "In my opinion, Mo Ran has no motive to subvert the upper and lower cultivation world. If he wants to do these things, he can do whatever he wants in Jiaoshan Mountain. If we use these methods, I am afraid that the ten sects will suffer heavy losses. There are many doubts in these places, so be careful before speaking clearly."

Mu Yanli looked at him coldly: "Master Jiang doesn't have to speak for him. Even if he has no intention of subverting the world of cultivation, the crimes he has committed before are enough to be taken to Tianyin Pavilion for questioning."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and commanded the followers behind her: "Capture Mo Ran and take him away."

"Wait a moment!"

Mu Yanli glanced sideways and looked at Xue Zhengyong: "Master Xue, do you have something to say?"

Xue Zhengyong's face was green and red, and he didn't seem to understand why he stopped Mu Yanli. Over the years, it has become his habit to regard Mo Ran as his own.

He couldn't sit back and let Tianyin Pavilion take people away like this.

But what should he say? To retain?

Xue Zhengyong closed his eyes, his teeth chattering finely. He only felt cold and empty in his heart, as if something important had been gouged out.

He buried his face in his palms. He had always been energetic and healthy, but at this moment he was shocked to appear old and rickety.

"Does Lord Xue want to say goodbye to his nephew?"

Mu Yanli was a mean person and used the word "nephew" intentionally or unintentionally, which made Xue Zhengyong shiver like catkins in the wind.

"I..." Xue Zhengyong's throat was hoarse, "Ran'er... Mo Ran..."

He didn't even know what to call him.

Mo Ran no longer made it difficult for him. He closed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and knelt down to Xue Zhengyong without saying a word.

Kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

Someone was muttering: "Take your time and do something."

"Pretentious..."

Mo Ran turned a deaf ear to this. After the ceremony, he stood up and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, Xue Meng suddenly rushed into the Danxin Palace. His dragon city was covered with black blood. He was extremely shocked. He shouted: "Outside -"

"what happened?"

"There are a large number of Zhenlong chess pieces coming outside, and many of them are dead soldiers of Jiaoshan Rufeng Sect!!"

Everyone was horrified! Rushing out of the hall - I saw on the top of life and death, hundreds of feet away in the sky, countless monks were flying in the air, wielding swords, their robe sleeves flying. Half of these people were wearing uniform black robes and face coverings, while the other half were wearing crane feather robes and silk belts to cover their eyes. They were the corpses at the Heroes' Tomb of the Confucian Feng Sect.

"W-what's going on?!"

"Haven't all these corpses, Nangong Si, sunk? Why are they all popping up again! Who lifted the restriction?"

The words came out of my mouth, but I already had the answer in my heart.

Who broke the ban, and who else can break the Nangong family's ban?

Many angry eyes have converged on Mo Ran.

Although Mo Ran knew who was behind the scenes at this time, he couldn't argue. What's even worse is that now that he has lost all his spiritual power, he can't stop the chess pieces from invading. He can only watch hundreds of dead soldiers coming.

The peak of life and death is the same as in the previous life.

In an instant, fish and dragons stirred up the waves, and in an instant it turned into a sea of ​​blood.

——It turns out that the "surprise" that Shi Mo said is not over yet...

"Fight first!"

"Repel all this wave of chess pieces! Repulse them first!"

Everyone came out of the palace to greet them, but because they had no prediction of this change, and these precious chess pieces came in a violent manner without any warning, they were immediately in chaos.

Mo Ran stood in front of the temple and watched the chess pieces land one after another. They were in close combat with the disciples at the top of life and death, fighting against the monks' spells.

The silver-blue light armor and the black cloak were fighting together, mixed together.

He stood on the jade steps, his eyebrows throbbing with pain. Everything in front of him was almost a repeat of the memory of his previous life——

In his previous life, it was he who controlled an army of chess pieces composed of dead and living people, killing everyone who dared to say "no" to him on the top of the mountain of death and life.

It was also from that moment on that he became accustomed to killing people. I am used to the fact that human life is like a piece of grass, and the liver and brain are covered with heavy weight.

He still remembered that he was standing in front of the Danxin Hall like this at that time, and the traitorous disciple Mo Weiyu looked down at the vast crowd of heroes and all living beings with a smile. Lying beside his boots were the bodies of Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang Weihan.

"From the top of life and death, use your blood to pave the way for me."

The sneer from the previous life was still in his ears, and Mo Ran's eyelids were twitching. He shouted at Xue Meng: "Don't fight, you can't beat it! Go quickly, you all go quickly!"

There was a lot of noise, and Xue Meng was too far away from him to hear it.

Mo Ran looked around, and the swords and swords around him were fighting, and there was a chaos of war.

He saw Jiang Xi fighting with more than ten chess pieces. At that moment, he thought of how Jiang Xi fell under his own knife in his previous life——

"You won't kneel down?"

"Don't kneel."

"Don't you recognize me as the emperor?"

"deny."

Blood splattered, and the knife fell from his hand.

Unbeatable...

The ink burns and looks

When he saw the palace owner of Taxue Palace lowering his eyes, the sound of the chuīxun penetrated the sky, making the chess pieces blurred and wavering, but he thought of how this palace owner in the previous life ended up with all his fingers destroyed and his muscles and bones cracked——

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