Chapter 220: [Mount Jiao] Walking Side By Side

Mo Ran didn't say anything.

If it wasn't for this dream, he wouldn't have known that there was such a terrifying fear hidden in the depths of his heart. He was afraid of Chu Wanning's death, afraid of Shi Mei's questioning of his feelings, afraid that this life was actually just a dream.

He lowered his head. He didn't know if it was the effect of the dream breaking cold water or some other reason.

He felt cold, so cold that he shivered.

Chu Wanning stood up from the ground. There were too many eyes here, so he couldn't have any intimate actions with Mo Ran. Not to mention that Mo Ran kept hugging him and calling his name in the nightmare. If he didn't do his best to restrain himself, he would have been pressed to the ground by Mo Ran in front of everyone. Although this didn't happen in the end, Mo Ran's emotions were so intense that he didn't know how many people around them had already noticed that something was wrong.

Chu Wanning slowly stood up. He had sat for a long time, so his legs were sore and numb.

Xue Meng subconsciously raised his hand, but for some reason, he didn't go forward to help him. Shi Mei reached out and said softly, "Shizun, take a break."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelashes. He didn't say much, nor did he explain. He just took off his already messy outer robe. His white robe fluttered and fell on Mo Ran's shoulder.

"Wear it. When the cold of the medicine disappears, return it to me."

Mo Ran didn't dare to look at him too much. He said softly, "Yes, Shizun."

The others were carefully inspecting the scene in the hall, or checking if there were any hidden weapons or traps, then they all dispersed. Xue Zhengyong asked Mo Ran a few questions. When he saw that his nephew was fine, he patted his shoulder and strode towards the other leaders.

Xue Meng didn't leave. When the others were far away, he suddenly bent down and looked left and right. He lowered his voice and said angrily, "What did you dream of just now?"

Mo Ran, "…"

Xue Meng gritted his teeth, "I'm asking you a question."

"It's just a dream."

"That's what you're thinking about!" Xue Meng's eyes were a little chaotic. He was very anxious, "What are you thinking about? Are you … are you … "

"I dreamed that I killed someone." Mo Ran trembled slightly because of the bone-chilling cold. His lips were also pale. "I dreamt that I killed Master."

"You —!"

"That's nothing else …"

Xue Meng's's words, but it didn't seem like he was lying..... But he said that he dreamt of killing Shizun …........

Not to mention the fact that Mo Ran now respected his teacher, but why would he feel such fear? Just now, when he hugged Chu Wanning so tightly, that expression … Was that what a disciple should have? ... More ….. Xue Meng didn't dare to think about it anymore.

It was like one more step and he would fall into a bottomless abyss.

The effect of the drug gradually disappeared. Mo Ran slowly stood up from the ground. Xue Meng hesitated for a while, but still supported him.

Mo Ran said, "Thank you."

Then he looked at the cultivators walking in front of him, "Did anyone else get drugged by the incense?"

"No, only you. You ran too fast." Xue Meng still had a lot on his mind, but his emotions weren't as intense as before, "The moment we entered the hall, Jiang Xi sensed that the incense of the 18 ghosts was lit here."

"…. It's not 18 ghosts, it's the 19 levels of hell."

"Anyway, it's this thing. The name isn't important," Xue Meng said, "He dispelled it, and we came in again. It's fine." He paused, suddenly thought of something, and said, "But this is also a coincidence. If something had happened just now, it would have been troublesome."

"What do you mean?"

"You walked too fast, so you didn't see it. On our way to the heavenly palace, several poisonous snakes suddenly jumped out of the rattan basket Nangong Liu was carrying. Many people couldn't dodge in time and were bitten. Those people all stayed where they were and couldn't move. The snake's venom is very poisonous. Jiang Xi wanted us to go first, and he stayed there to help them remove the poison. After that, he would follow us. …. If that's the case, I'm afraid that everyone who reached the heavenly palace would have been poisoned, "Xue Meng said," He only had a bottle of Dream Breaking Cold Water. He couldn't have saved so many people. "

Mo Ran vaguely felt that something was wrong, and asked, "Then why didn't he stay there to help everyone remove the poison?"

"He has a young disciple who said that he could do it, so Jiang Xi left his disciple there and came up with us first."

Mo Ran's frown deepened.

His gaze followed Lonemoon's group, circling the crowd, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi's disciple didn't know how to deal with the snake's venom, then there were only two people left: Jiang Xi and Hua Bi 'nan.

"Where's Hua Bi 'nan?"

Xue Meng was stunned. "Are you suspecting Cold Scale Divine Hands?"

"I'm just asking."

"There's nothing to suspect. Hua Bi 'nan was bitten himself, and he's meditating below. But there's a lot of poison in his body, so he said that he'd be fine after a while. He'll come up and meet us later. "

Mo Ran's expression became even more gloomy.

Cold Scale Divine Hands was injured and couldn't move, so the only one left who could heal him was Jiang Xi. Fortunately, Jiang Xi had a disciple who happened to know how to deal with the snake's venom. Without this person, Jiang Xi would probably still be down there trying to extract the poison from the injured cultivators.

When he came up again, what kind of scene would this Ancestral Temple Heavenly Palace be like? Would a bottle of Dream-Breaking Frost Water be enough to salvage the situation?

"Xue Meng."

"Hm?"

"Keep an eye on Hua Bi 'nan."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt the ground shake. Then, the distant cry of a dragon pierced through the sky, coming from outside the palace.

Someone was like a bird startled by the twang of a bow. "What's going on? What was that noise just now? "

A courageous cultivator said, "I'll go take a look."

He quickly rushed to the entrance of the palace and looked down, then looked up at the sky. Then, he turned back and said, "It's nothing. It's probably just some noise coming from this mountain. After all, it's the manifestation of a flood dragon evil spirit."

After he finished speaking, he prepared to head back.

But at this moment, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by something. The cultivator lowered his head and saw a deathly pale hand. For a moment, he didn't react and was still in a daze.

Xue Zhengyong's eyes were sharp, and he shouted from a distance, "Be careful!"

But it was too late. A corpse leaped into the air. The corpse was wrapped in the Wind Scholar Sect's Crane Robe, and its eyes were blindfolded with a silk ribbon. Its sword firmly and accurately pierced the cultivator's chest.

"I …" The cultivator's eyes widened in confusion. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the sword that pierced through his chest. Then, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a thump, never to move again.

After a few moments of deathly silence, the ground started to shake again. Everyone looked at the entrance of the hall and saw thick dragon tendons rising from the ground, piercing through the clouds. Each of the dragon tendons was holding the body of a Confucian Wind Sect's first generation disciple. From a distance, it looked like a dense swarm of bees, ready to rush into the hall at any time and crush everyone into meat paste.

Villa Master Ma screamed and covered his eyes, "Heavens, heavens, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Xue Zhengyong was so angry that he spat out blood. He slapped the back of the merchant's head to shut him up. Then, he shouted at the crowd, "Quickly close the palace's entrance! Hurry up and block the entrance of the palace! Don't let them rush in! "

As he spoke, he took the lead and faced the zombie that was swaying and walking over with a sword dripping with blood. He waved his folding fan and knocked it out of the hall. He kicked it down the long stairs and then grabbed the spirit stone door on the side, roaring as he tried to push it up.

But for some reason, the door was easy to push from the outside, but it was as heavy as a rock from the inside. Xue Zhengyong's blue veins bulged, but his strength was like a clay ox entering the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon tendons, Xue Zhengyong cursed, "What's going on? Didn't the Nangong Zhangying just seal them? These bullshit flood dragons are not obedient! They are going against their master! "

Mo Ran and Xue Meng immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyong's side to help. Nangong Si said, "It's useless! These two spirit stones were transported by my great-grandfather's four thousand porters. It's impossible for you to move them. "

Huang Xiaoyue was so angry that smoke was coming out of her mouth. She cursed at the side, "Your great-grandfather is really capable!"

But Nangong Si ignored her. Nangong Si said to the group of people who were trying to block the zombies at the entrance, "We have to go to the end of the hall to pull the trigger to close the door from the inside. You guys block them for a while, I'll go and pull the trigger."

Xue Zhengyong's iron fan danced in the air, creating a black shadow. He swung his fan and slapped away three or four zombies that were already in front of him. Black blood immediately splattered all over the fan, landing on the four words' Xue Zhengyong is very beautiful '. However, these zombies were really brave.

Xue Zhengyong turned his head and said, "Hurry up! There are more and more of them! F * ck … What the hell is going on? "

Mo Ran summoned the ghost. He knew that the door was the last line of defense, so he simply rushed out and fought with the zombies on the stairs. However, the stairs were narrow and he couldn't use his full strength. He also had to be careful not to fall from the sky, so it was very tiring to fight.

He swept a row of zombies that were trying to climb up with his whip, but there were more zombies around him that were lifted up by the smelly dragon tendons. In the end, he was almost surrounded by enemies and couldn't get out of the sea of zombies.

However, Mo Ran didn't plan to get away immediately. These zombies were rushing up because they smelled the scent of humans. He was the closest target standing here. Almost all the zombies were rushing in his direction.

Villa Master Ma shivered behind Jiang Xi. At this time, he sighed with emotion, "Oh, Grandmaster Mo is really righteous. Good spirit, good spirit."

Jiang Xi was angry. He turned his head and said, "Can't you do something else besides doing business?"

"I only know things that require time to study, such as arrays, skills, weapon assembly, and so on. I'm really not good at close combat …" Villa Master Ma looked at Jiang Xi's cold eyes and choked. After hesitating for a while, he said tentatively, "How about … I cheer for you?"

Jiang Xi was speechless.

However, what this fellow said was not wrong. Every sect had their own strengths and weaknesses. In this kind of bloody battle, only a few people would be able to save their lives if they rushed up. The others would just be sending themselves to their deaths. Even Jiang Xi could not get close. The medicinal powder was useless on corpses.

Xue Meng stood at the entrance of the hall with the Dragon's City in his hand. He stared at the black figure floating under the crane's banner. He saw a blood vine rise from the ground and carry a high-level disciple of the Confucian Wind Sect toward Mo Ran. Xue Meng couldn't hold it anymore. He drew his sword and cut off the arm of the zombie. Then, he stood back to back with Mo Ran and cut off the twisting dragon tendon.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere!

Xue Zhengyong shouted, "Meng 'er! Come back! "

"It's okay! I'll go with him! "

It was obvious who he was referring to.

Mo Ran turned his head and said to Xue Meng, "You go back. I'll be here. You'll be the second line of defense. If I can't hold on, you —"

"Shut up!" Xue Meng's Dragon's City buzzed. He said angrily, "Are you the number one on Spiritual Mountain, or am I? Are you the young master of the Life and Death Summit, or am I the young master of the Life and Death Summit? Are you stronger or am I stronger? "

"… …"

Mo Ran's chest heated up. He stopped talking and focused on fighting back to back with Xue Meng. They faced the rampaging zombies from all directions.

At this time, the stone doors on both sides suddenly shook and slowly closed in the middle. Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed and said, "Good, good, good, it's moving! The doors are closing. You two, come back! Come this way! "

Mo Ran and Xue Meng worked together. The ghostly red light and Dragon's City's red light danced left and right. There were clanking sounds as countless corpses fell from the sky and dragon tendons were broken.

They slowly moved toward the doors, which were also closing bit by bit.

Xue Meng said, "You go in first."

Mo Ran said, "Let's go in together."

"… …"

"Go! What are you waiting for? "

Xue Zhengyong said anxiously, "Quick! Come back! "

Mo Ran grabbed Xue Meng's collar. Xue Meng said angrily, "Let go! Don't play hero with me, you — — "

"Who's playing hero with you? Let's go! " As Mo Ran said this, he grabbed Xue Meng with one hand and stepped on the stone steps with one foot. He swung his hand and pushed back a group of zombies that were about to charge at them. Then, he and Xue Meng rushed toward the doors.

The doors were only half closed, so they were not in a hurry. Mo Ran threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong and leaned against the doors. He held the Starfire Explosion Vine Whip and stood against the wind. His eyes were burning as he slowly retreated.

All of a sudden, the two boulders that were in the process of merging together stopped.

Xue Meng said in surprise, "Why did they stop moving?"

He turned around and saw that Nangong Si's face was pale. He walked out from behind the stone pillars of the Heavenly Palace that were so thick that it would take ten grown men to wrap their arms around them.

He said in a gloomy tone, "The central axis of the sphincter was destroyed. When it was half closed, the chain broke and can't be reconnected."

After Nangong Si finished speaking, he raised his hand. In his scarred palm, there was half a bronze lock. He was shaking it.