Chapter 233: If You Want to Change the Title of This Venerable One, Change It! Wayward!

In an instant, the black-clothed cultivators swooped down from the clouds on their swords. Like gulls pecking at food, they attacked the heavily injured people below.

Mo Ran finally realized what was going on. As the Emperor Ta in his previous life, these people were obviously controlled by the Precious Dragon Chess Pieces. These chess pieces were exquisite, perfect, and powerful. They were completely different from the half-baked chess pieces made by Xu Shuanglin.

They were definitely no match for these people.

Mo Ran turned around in horror and yelled at the people who had never experienced the true power of the Precious Dragon Chess Pieces, "Run!!"

He grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist tightly and pulled up Jiang Xi who was kneeling on the ground. He pushed the people along the way, and his pupils contracted rapidly.

"Run! Get out of here! Get out of the Soul-Summoning Platform! Don't stay! Don't fight! You can't win!! "

He didn't need to repeat himself. When the first chess piece landed on the ground and waved his sword, everyone was shocked by his terrifying power. They all rushed toward the tunnel.

The cowardly Villa Master Ma was running at the front. He was the first to reach the stone door of the tunnel and stopped.

The people behind him stopped one after another, stacked on top of each other, and bumped into each other. Someone roared, "What's wrong?! Why did you stop?! "

Villa Master Ma's voice was filled with fear and sobbing. He came from the front of the dark tunnel.

"It's … It's closed …"

"What's closed?"

"When Hua Bi 'nan escaped, he closed the stone door …" Villa Master Ma said. His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground in despair. His face was full of tears and his body was shaking. "This is the stone door of the Jiao Mountain. Once it's closed, without the blood of the Nangong Family, it's impossible to open it."

Someone said anxiously, "Although Nangong Si is gone, there's still Nangong Liu! Isn't his father, who was made into a Precious Dragon Chess Piece, still on the mountain? Where is he? "

"He's in the front hall. I thought he was useless, so I didn't bring him here …"

Despair filled the entire tunnel, and the dark aura seeped into their bones.

"What should we do?"

"Should we go out and fight?"

There were still people outside who didn't know what was going on and were trying to squeeze in. There were even more people who couldn't squeeze in. They could only brace themselves and stand behind the exit, fighting with the mysterious chess pieces that came out of the crack in the sky.

In the darkness, Huang Xiaoyue suddenly shouted, "Let me pass! I can open this door! "

He squeezed through the crowd with all his might. Like a fish swimming aggressively, he charged all the way to the front of the stone door.

Villa Master Ma raised his teary face and asked blankly, "Daoist Huang?"

"Move aside, let me do it!"

"But your surname is Huang, not Nangong …"

Huang Xiaoyue ignored him. He waved his wide sleeves as he charged over. Fortunately, he still had some of Nangong Si's blood on him. He had originally secretly saved it to open the secret room where the treasures were hidden. He even cast a spell on the blood to prevent it from drying up immediately.

However, this spell wouldn't last long. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel lucky that all these shocking changes happened in the blink of an eye. He hoped that the blood would still be useful.

Huang Xiaoyue forcefully pressed down on the broken rock with his withered old hand.

Sure enough, the demonic dragon's voice came from the tunnel, "Who are you?"

His heart was beating fast.

Huang Xiaoyue said, "Confucian Wind Sect's … seventh generation of Blood Origin Sect, Nangong Si, greetings."

He paused for a moment.

The demonic dragon said in a hoarse voice, "Wangli … Farewell … Master …"

"Boom —"

The stone door fell. Huang Xiaoyue was the first to come out of the tunnel, followed by the disciples of Jiang Dongtang. Villa Master Ma quickly got up and raised his hand in panic, "Wait for me! I'm coming out, I'm coming out, I'm coming out … "

But a sword was pointed at his chest.

Villa Master Ma's face froze, and he looked up in shock, "Daoist Huang, what are you doing?"

Huang Xiaoyue sneered, "When I was hit by the Heart Drilling Worm, I was already on opposite sides with all of you. If I let you out now, I'm afraid that in the future, when the war is over, there will be many people who want to settle accounts with me. I'm old and can't afford it. "

Villa Master Ma said in horror, "No, no, no! What are you doing! Don't mess around! Let's talk nicely! Aiya, why are you looking for revenge? We have to do business. Daoist Huang, let us out quickly, and we'll give you half price for all the goods in Taobu Villa — no, half price! "

Huang Xiaoyue's withered face showed a trace of malevolence, and he said mockingly, "Half price? After obtaining the treasures of Confucian Wind Sect's Jiao Mountain, how can the world's wealth still enter my eyes? It's just Taobu Villa, what's so good about it! "

As he said this, he pushed Villa Master Ma fiercely.

Ma Yun fell to the ground, and the people behind her also fell to the ground and sat on the ground.

When they struggled to get up, the last scene they saw was Huang Xiaoyue and the people from Jiang Dongtang standing outside. Huang Xiaoyue pulled the mechanism that sealed the stone, and his face flashed with greed, longing, and schadenfreude …

The people from Jiang Dongtang behind him were even more arrogant, and some of them even said bluntly, "Serves you right for looking down on us."

"Our Daoist Huang obviously didn't do anything wrong, but he was scolded by you all along the way and suffered all kinds of grievances. He risked his life to leave behind his blood, so why should we help you all? "

Boom!

The stone door was sealed again.

This time, the tunnel fell into endless darkness and hesitation.

It was dead silent.

In the midst of despair, some female cultivators finally broke down and began to sob. Grief was contagious, and soon, most people became disheartened and lazy, losing their will to fight. They were trapped, unable to move forward, nor did they want to leave.

"Sister … I don't want to die yet …"

"Master …"

"Father, let's go out and fight to the death. It's better than being trapped here."

The voices of the people buzzed.

At this time, a voice that had been silent for a long time suddenly sounded, with a hint of trembling and more resolute.

He said, "I'll do it."

Villa Master Ma, who looked defeated, trembled and turned his head. When he saw a bunch of flames lit up, his eyes widened slightly and he said in shock, "Grandmaster Mo?"

Mo Ran held the flame in his hand, and it reflected his handsome face. He walked to the stone and stood still.

"You, you also left behind Nangong Si's blood?"

Mo Ran didn't answer. He knew that although there were people blocking the entrance of the tunnel, they wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Those chess pieces would kill their way in soon.

On his way up the mountain, when Nangong Si was in danger, he was hot-blooded and wanted to do this many times, but in the end, he didn't do it.

He had originally thought that he was blessed by the heavens and that he would be able to escape from the eyes of the crowd and escape the calamity of life.

But at this time, he was trapped and knew that he had no other choice.

There was no way out.

"Grandmaster Mo …?"

He didn't care about Villa Master Ma. He took out the silver short knife at his waist and fiercely swiped it in his palm.

In an instant, blood flowed all over his palm.

At this time, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong had arrived. Chu Wanning was also there. They stopped behind Mo Ran. Xue Zhengyong's voice was full of confusion, "Ran Er, what are you doing? It's useless. The Jiao Mountain will only listen to the Nangong Family's orders. You bleeding won't help. "

Mo Ran didn't turn his head. His bleeding hand was slightly trembling.

In the end, he slammed his hand on the stone.

It was cold to the touch, and it pierced through his flesh and bones.

He closed his eyes.

The Demonic Dragon Mourning Dragon's distant voice once again echoed in this darkness.

"Who are you?"

His throat moved.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Mo Ran slowly answered in a low voice amidst the oppressive silence.

"Confucian Wind Sect … the seventh generation of the Blood Origin Sect."

Xue Meng's expression suddenly changed. He staggered back a step and kept shaking his head, "What …"

Xue Zhengyong's expression was even worse than his. He stared at Mo Ran's tall and straight black back and muttered, "How is this possible …?"

Every word was like a sharp knife.

Even though he knew that blood would flow out of his body, he had no other choice.

He softly finished the last half of the sentence, "Mo Ran, Mo Weiyu, pay your respects."

Xue Meng's voice was hoarse. He shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Impossible!"

However, the door was opened in the end.

Wangli's ethereal voice was like a sharp bayonet that pierced his eardrums and heart.

"Wangli … Farewell … Master …"

"Ran 'er …"

Xue Zhengyong was completely stunned. He couldn't say a word.

Chu Wanning was also confused. He held Xue Zhengyong in time and looked forward.

The stone door rumbled. One inch, two inches, it disappeared into the ground again. The orange flames of the Dragon Soul Pool outside surged into the darkness. Mo Ran stood against the light. The light polished his back until it was blurry and almost illusory.

"Mo Ran! Mo Ran!! How did you open it? What seventh generation of the Confucian Wind Sect? How is this possible?! How is this possible?! "Xue Meng seemed to be panicking and going crazy." How are you related to the Nangong Family? You're clearly … you're clearly … "

Mo Ran paused. In the end, he said in a low voice in the swaying light, "Everyone, leave first."

"Mo Ran!!"

He shouted himself hoarse.

For a moment, Mo Ran tilted his head, as if he wanted to turn around and say something. But in the end, he didn't say anything. He didn't stop and didn't hesitate. He walked forward. The light moved with his tall figure. He finally disappeared at the end of the tunnel.

Behind him, the people of the other sects scrambled to escape. They came aggressively and couldn't be stopped. But when they left, they were like fish that escaped the net.

Mo Ran walked alone in this surging torrent. He fled like a carp crossing a river.

He didn't turn around. He didn't dare to.

He saw Ye Wangxi in the Dragon Soul Pool Hall. He walked over and carried her, who hadn't woken up yet, and left with her.

In fact, the person who jumped into the Dragon Soul Pool and sacrificed his life couldn't have been Nangong Si. It could have been him.

Although at that time, Mo Ran didn't know that this would ensure the safety of Jiao Mountain, he didn't have the confidence —

What if he knew? Would he really die in place of Nangong Si?

He had lived for two lifetimes. He was full of sins, but he could still struggle at death's door. But Nangong Si was only twenty years old. She didn't even walk half of her life before turning into dust. Nothing was left of her.

Rationally, he knew that Nangong Si was more worthy of staying in this world than him. But people still wanted to live.

Suddenly, he heard someone screaming behind him, "Those monsters, those monsters are coming!!"

"How is that possible?!"

Mo Ran turned around.

The broken stone fell again when the last group of people came out of the tunnel. Those chess pieces couldn't be opened, unless —

His face paled.

Unless, among those chess pieces, there was someone with the blood of the Nangong family.

While thinking, he recalled the mysterious black sky fissure he saw just now. He suddenly thought of the third forbidden technique, the Gate of Life and Death.

Mo Ran only felt a strong chill spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

Could it be that the person who came out was —?

No, impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

It was too absurd. Even in his previous life, no one could do this … … Who could do it?!!

Just at this time, Mei Hanxue retreated to his side. Mo Ran handed Ye Wangxi to him. His eyes flashed with a frantic light as he hurriedly ran in the opposite direction of the crowd.

"Mo Ran!"

"Ran Er!"

In the torrent, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong saw him. They both shouted at him, but Mo Ran didn't care. He really didn't know how to face these two people.

Paper couldn't wrap fire.

Two lifetimes, it was the same.

Suddenly, his arm was grabbed. Mo Ran turned his head, "… … Master?!"

Chu Wanning said, "You can't go. I'll stop those people. Since you can open the Flood Dragon Mountain Formation, you should stay with the others and take them out of here. "

"… …"

"Go!"

While talking, the black-clothed man in the lead had already calmly walked out of the tunnel. Behind him, the black-robed Daoists appeared one by one.

Chu Wanning said sternly, "Quick! Take them away! "

There was no other choice.

No matter how uncertain and unsettled Mo Ran was, he could only retreat with everyone. Xue Meng refused to leave and was forcefully dragged forward by Xue Zhengyong. In the end, only Chu Wanning was left in the Dragon Soul Pool Hall, and those mysterious cultivators were gathering.

The Dragon Soul Pool's lava was boiling, and the orange-yellow light illuminated the cold stone wall.

Chu Wanning stood alone, the Heaven's Inquiring Flame electric current flowing, reflecting his pair of eyes that were as bright as a knife.

He looked at the mysterious black-clothed man in the lead.

That man, on the other hand, was also looking at him faintly through the heavy cover.

The man stood quietly. Someone behind him couldn't hold back his temper and wanted to be the vanguard. He shouted, "You dare to block the path of so many people by yourself? How arrogant! Come, let me see what you're capable of! "

But before he could move more than three meters, the black-clothed man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed him.

That person exclaimed, "Your Majesty?!"

The black-clothed man ignored him and didn't even turn his head. He was still staring at Chu Wanning's face, but the veins on his hand were bulging. With a crisp "crack", the vanguard's neck was twisted and broken by him, and then he casually threw him on the ground.

Chu Wanning's expression changed slightly — —

This man would even kill his own people?

"Who do you think you are to be worthy of being taught by Grandmaster Chu?" The man casually walked toward Chu Wanning slowly.

Behind him, no one dared to move.

Chu Wanning crossed the Heaven's Inquiring Flame and said sternly, "Who are you?"

When the man heard this, his footsteps stopped.

He stood not far from Chu Wanning, his eyes flowing with a strange emotion that couldn't be clearly described. After a while, he laughed softly and said, "After so many years, I didn't expect that when we meet again, your first words to me would be so insipid."

"… When have I ever known you?"

"Oh, you don't know me? Chu Wanning, you're always so heartless. "The man moved forward again. This time, he didn't stop. Chu Wanning had always been fierce and stubborn, so he couldn't back down.

So the man walked straight in front of him. The distance was dangerously close and extremely abrupt.

Chu Wanning's hand glinted with cold light, and he raised his palm to chop down.

He had such good skills and was as fast as lightning, but the man easily grabbed his wrist.

"In fact, I've already experienced this move many times." The man lowered his head and stared closely at Chu Wanning's face, taking in all the details of this face. His gaze was almost greedy. "But you seem to have forgotten."

Being stared at like this, Chu Wanning only felt his hair stand on end.

He had never been a person who feared the strong, but the things in this person's eyes were too complicated and too sinister, as if they were hiding a world-shaking truth and secret. "Who … are you?!"

"Do you want me to remind you?" the man said in a low voice. The strength of his hand was so great that Chu Wanning actually couldn't break free.

"The first time you used this move was when I was sixteen. You taught me how to fight in close quarters. You told me that although this move seemed simple, it was very difficult to learn. You told me to practice it well and not slack off. "

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief.

The man's eyes held a smiling expression, but also a treacherous light.

"The second time you used this move was when you and I were fighting back then. I was caught off guard and was struck by you, suffering an extremely heavy injury."

He took Chu Wanning's hand and pressed it towards his heart, not allowing him to refuse.

Chu Wanning suddenly realized that this man actually didn't have any heartbeat.

It was like a corpse.

"Who … are you?"

"Don't be anxious." The man immersed himself in every word between his lips and teeth, and then sweetly fed it to his ear. This time, he was even closer, almost touching Chu Wanning's face.

He said in his ear, "The third time you used this move was on my bed."

"…"

"I wanted to do you, but you said it was enough and wouldn't agree." He was very calm, but the strength in his hand was very strong. He tightly gripped Chu Wan-ning's wrist and forced her hand to slide down his chest. In the end, he actually wanted to bring her hand to an extremely private place.

As if he was stung by a snake or scorpion, Chu Wanning's expression suddenly changed, and he fiercely wanted to fight with his life.

However, the man seemed to be familiar with all of his movements and routines, and easily broke his move. Then, he actually hugged his entire body in his arms, and murmured intimately and erotically, "What do you say, Chu Wanning? This Lord originally came to kill you, to destroy you, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you've changed, and I've also changed. But when I see you, when I smell your scent, I still get hard very quickly. "

"You, you let go of me!!" Chu Wanning didn't expect that things would turn out like this. His face turned white, then red, then white. He looked like he was going to faint from anger, but no matter what, he couldn't break free from that person's grip.

He was like an inescapable net, like a spider's web, entangling him and hugging him.

Under everyone's gaze, he held his entire body in his arms. It was forceful, overbearing, ferocious, and crazy.

Narrow and wet and sticky.

"So hard that it hurts, so hard that it swells."

"I'll kill you!!"

The man seemed to be amused. He suddenly smiled and let go of his hand. Chu Wanning's killing intent suddenly rose. His actions were ruthless and forceful, and he really wanted to kill him in one blow.

The cloak fluttered, and he retreated in a hurry. He fluttered like a kite and landed steadily on the green brick stone.

However, the cloak wasn't spared. It was split in half by Chu Wanning and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The man didn't raise his head. His face was hidden in the shadow of the hood.

He was silent for a moment in the shadow, and then he sighed and said, "You can't change your temper of shouting and yelling at the slightest thing. It's the same everywhere. But Chu Wanning, Grandmaster Chu … "

The black-clothed man raised his hand, and a pitch-black wind came from behind.

He caught it neatly.

Chu Wanning caught a glimpse of it. It was actually the Divine Martial Modao that had appeared in the Xuanyuan Club's auction before. It was also one of the five fierce blades that Xu Shuanglin had collected.

The man rubbed the No Return. He spoke slowly and with an extremely vicious tone.

"Can you really bear to kill me?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head.

The hood fell down.

Chu Wanning felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured into his head. It was bone-chilling cold, and his body was soaked in frost and snow. His mind was buzzing, and he was actually numb …

In the cold and gloomy main hall, the black-clothed man was handsome. His face was pale, and his smile contained evil and lingering. He was both a disaster and an evildoer. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of eerie white teeth.

"Emperor Ta, Mo Ran, Mo Weiyu."

The No Return was unsheathed. The cold frost illuminated his dark purple eyes.

The Emperor Ta's smile was like a malicious spirit, like a tiger or wolf.

"Teacher, please show me your skills."