The six square flags became louder and fiercer. Black, red, and green energy burst out from the square flag. The current generally connected to the five altars. Only the old witch in Tianmushan was still sitting there with a calm face. The square flag behind it was thrown over his head, as if urging him.

Zhao Jing frequently looked at the old witch of Tianmu Mountain. Maybe she wanted to urge her, but she kept saying a word and could only be anxious. Zhao Heng gently pulled the corner of his mouth. Just like everyone else's thoughts, he didn't think that the old witch of Tianmu Mountain would miss the opportunity to start the six-sided Yin-Yang Formation because of the holiday with Mo Ran, so what he had to do now was wait.

After a while, the old witch of Tianmu Mountain finally put down the dead wood crutch that was always held in her hand, formed seals with both hands, and drove spiritual power into the square flag behind her. Zhao Heng and Zhao Jing both relaxed their hearts and followed suit to cast the spell.

With only a few squeaks, the energy from the left and right altars rushed over, and all the six altars were opened immediately! A huge energy net opened in the air, covering the entire altar. Everyone closed their eyes and could not see the spectacular moment.

The pressure Mo Ran felt at the beginning. The spiritual power required for the six-sided Yin-Yang array was huge, just like a blood drawer. She pulled out her spiritual power frantically, so she didn't care whether she could bear it. Fortunately, Mo Ran was prepared and kept holding on to the spiritual platform tightly, gritting her teeth and holding on, because she knew that she had to wait for the six-sided Yin-Yang array to be opened so that Vajra could help her.

Sure enough, after a while, the pressure on Mo Ran suddenly decreased! However, it was not only Vajra Ji who helped her, but also the man in the dark clothes and Hua Liang.

Mo Ran knew in his heart, maybe the man looked at her before he started and was ready.

As time passed slowly, six square flags were still agitation. On the steps of the six altars, the dense runes gradually shone with black light. A heavy atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire altar. The singing sounds that seemed to be there became clear, like a call from ancient times, carrying a unique solemnity and mystery that was unique during sacrifice.

After a while, the six-sided Yin-Yang Formation had stabilized. Everyone could clearly feel the fusion of themselves and the formation, and the spiritual power seemed to be gathering in the formation. Even if they didn't need command, they were still flowing with the formation.

Although Mo Ran closed his eyes, the altar gradually appeared in the middle of the spirit, as if the soul was out of his body. She could see everyone sitting cross-legged and see the six altar steps in the center where the six Yin-Yang arrays converged there, forming an elliptical energy space.

The space was foggy and there was nothing to see at this time. Only the energy of black, red, and green were tightly intertwined.

This should be what she saw after she merged with the formation. It should not only be like this, but all those involved in the formation should be able to see it.

Mo Ran was staring at the oval energy, but saw that the mist formed by the three-color energy gradually faded, and some looming pictures slowly appeared and became clearer!

Mo Ran was a little surprised, but soon remembered that this should be the picture displayed by the six-sided Yin-Yang Formation! He immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at it. The picture flashed very quickly, and he could only grasp the scattered clear images.

The protagonist in the picture now should be Mr. Mo San. It seems that he was very young. It was just because of the Zhongshan suit that Mo Ran quickly reminded him of it. Moreover, Mo Ran had also seen him where he was, and it was the stage at the entrance of Mojia Village.

There were shelves on the stage, and white clouds were hung on them. He knelt there with several equally mighty men, with a solemn expression, and after three bows, he muttered something.

There is only the picture and no sound, so others must not guess what Mr. Mo San is doing. However, Mo Ran is already familiar with Mo Jia Village, and it is not difficult to see that these are. Moreover, even if it goes without saying, the people who knelt with Mr. Mo San must be the ones who left Mo Jia Village with him, right?

Mo Ran was not very clear about the scene. Maybe it was the past of Liu Guanghua and Qin Zhengzhi, but she didn't understand it too much, so she didn't see anything.

The next scene was a stormy night. The heavy rain was like a waterfall, flooding almost all the mountain roads and soaking the houses in the water. Suddenly, the bank of a big river was washed down, and the surging river water suddenly rushed to the house in front of the mountain.

Between the lightning and thunder, a blue figure flashed and suddenly rushed into a brightly lit room. The next second, when the scene arrived there, a woman had just held up a newborn baby and wrapped it in her swagger.

Could this be... Su Yuye? Mo Ran subconsciously thought that when Su Yuye was born, it was raining heavily. The Xiaolong River behind the old house broke the dam and almost destroyed the old house! But just now I saw that huge blue figure, is it a dragon?

Without giving Mo Ran time to think, the scene passed one after another, Zhang Ke's, Liu Yang's, Qin Ge's, Su Wenzhe's, and Xingsheng's, were all their past, and they were all very sporadic pictures. If you didn't understand them, even if you saw these pictures, you would probably not know what the meaning was.

The appearance of this picture should start with Master Mo San and then rotate clockwise, and everyone couldn't escape. Mo Ran thought that since she could see others, others could naturally see her!

How could her past be revealed before them...

Next was the top of the mountain covered with heavy snow, and a group of people were moving rapidly in the snow. The leader was a man wearing a cloak. The man looked a little weak, but his face was indeed pale as snow on the ground.

Just as they were about to reach the top of the mountain, the man said something to the others and stopped alone, while the others continued to move towards the top of the mountain. Soon, the picture turned to the top of the mountain. It was already a melee, with a group of people beating one person, and the man being besieged was a young woman, but she was holding a dead-wood crutch in her hand and did not fall into a disadvantage in the siege.

Mo Ran knew almost immediately that this person was the old witch of Tianmu Mountain! And when she was young, she suddenly remembered that before the formation began, what King Kong Ji said to Tianmu Mountain, was this Tianmu Mountain where she became famous in the battle? And that thin and pale man was the person who revealed the whereabouts of the old witch of Tianmu Mountain?

Soon, the protagonist of the picture changed. This time Mo Ran recognized it at a glance. It was Zhao Jing!

However, after seeing the picture clearly, Mo Ran felt like he would rather be blind! After seeing the previous picture, whether the person involved knew or did not know, Mo Ran was sure that that matter must be something that the person involved had always hidden in his heart.

And what Zhao Jing has always hidden in his heart, Mo Ran is this sexy... Spring Palace? Isn't it too hot? Zhao Jing is really not a simple person. She looks cold and noble on the surface, but she is vicious, but she didn't expect her private life to be so chaotic!

The people who were entangled with the pink curtains were clearly Zhao Jing and the other... two men, and those two men looked very young, Zhao Jing's taste was really... special.

Now among these six-sided Yin-Yang formations, there are the respected three masters of Mo San, Liu Guanghua and Qin Zhengzhi, the famous Vajra, the notorious old witch of Tianmu Mountain, and the pride of heaven among the younger generation.

For Zhao Jing, there are her elders, her peers, her acquaintances and her enemies. I don’t know how Zhao Jing feels like now when watching such a spring palace together...

Next was Zhao Heng, just like Zhao Jing. Mo Ran knew that Zhao Heng, who was extremely cunning, would definitely not be clean in the past, but when he saw the next scene, Mo Ran still sarcastically pulled the corners of his mouth.

In the picture, there was a 14 or 15-year-old boy standing. He smiled innocently. Zhao Heng was playing with him with a kite. But for some reason, the kite suddenly broke the string. The boy ran and chased him, running far away. When he finally took the kite off a big tree, he was greeted with a sword in his chest. The person holding the sword was Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng, who did you kill? You have been hiding in your heart for so many years...

Mo Ran did not have the hobby of poaching people's privacy. When he saw Zhao Heng and Zhao Jing's past, he was even more shocked. This sibling pair was really dark.

Mo Ran knew that the next one might be Vajra Ji. She was curious for a moment about what kind of past would Vajra Ji have. She thought that this unruly monk might have a little similar to the old witch in Tianmu Mountain. They all came from the sword light and sword shadows, but she didn't expect that the picture about him was not like this.

It should be the gate of a Buddhist temple, with a painted red wall and a yellow wall. The gate was closed. Vajra knelt in front of the door in a cassock. It was still very neat at that time, not as ungrateful as it is now. The sun was scorching in the mountains, and the sweat on Vajra's face was as raining as it was.

He knelt there for a few days, and finally the mountain gate opened and two rows of neat rows of monks ran out, each holding long sticks in his hands and knocked him out of the mountain.

Mo Ran was surprised for a moment. Could it be that this is how Vajra Ji left Buddhism?

Mo Fei's past was when he witnessed his father and mother being pushed into the crematorium with his own eyes... Sure enough, Mo Fei's most unreliable heart was his family. At this point, he was so similar to Mo Ran...

Mo Ran was staring at the picture, but he didn't expect that the picture would suddenly change and it had turned into a dark rainy night. In a wide courtyard, corpses were everywhere, blood flowing into a river, and a lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a person lying in a pool of blood.

Her long hair was soaked in blood, and there was no place in her body. She supported her hands on the ground and looked up hard to look forward. Through the rain, you could see the eyes with their eyes that were red and almost bleeding. There was something called hatred spreading wildly there.

Mo Ran's breathing stagnated, and his heartbeat almost stopped!

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The second update of huh huh is here, I saw your little hands haha ​​o(∩_∩)o haha~
Chapter completed!