He bowed his head.

He bowed his head suddenly-

The blood almost flowed backwards, and his mind buzzed, and he saw... no return.

The one in his hand was actually the Blade of Hundred Battles, and the Divine Martial Arts did not return!

The dark and dark sword scattered in the night, with a slender hilt, hard and powerful, Tang sword style, sheathless, very similar to the sword.

At the handle of the knife inlaid with a gold ring, there are two very strong and bone-shaped characters:

No. Go.

Biye Zhuqiao, the past.

Another year after year, you will not return.

Mo Ranru was killed by thunder. The light in his pupils was as thin as the tip of a needle, and the color on his face was paler than the dead and more hideous than the evil spirit.

"No...no...no...no...no!"

He almost desperately threw Bugui to the ground, but Shenwu was connected with him and automatically returned to his waist.

"No!" Mo Ran was hysterical. He tried to summon the ghost. He asked for that piece of red willow vine. He summoned it over and over again, but he couldn't come.

No hell, no that vine whip.

Only don't go with him.

"Do you believe it now?" The dark shadow that was still in dispersed gathered again. This time it gathered faster than before. It quickly became shape, limbs, waist, head...

Mo Ran refused to believe it.

He refused to believe it.

He ignored the black smoke and ran towards the end of the light.

This is the illusion set up by Xu Shuanglin... This is just an illusion...

Go to the place where the light is and it's over.

He ran there, rushing wildly.

But the arm was once again tightly held.

Mo Ran didn't want to pay attention to it anymore, so he threw it away. He shouted angrily: "Get out! Get out! What is true? Can you know more about what is true than me? I know what is true! He treats me well, it is true! He is not dead, it is true! How can the things he and I have experienced over the years be fake?! We have knotted hair in the colorful butterfly town of the Taohuayuan Ghost World-"

The voice interrupted him softly, almost sighing: "Aran, I am the one who has knotted you, why don't you remember?"

He looked back suddenly and saw that the black fog had gathered and formed, with a beautiful face as beautiful as a fuzzy, which was really a beauty in the world. She snuggled up gently, wearing a green hairpin full of pearls and green clothes when she got married.

"Xu Yingfeng, I can't walk anymore. You carried me up. Tell me not to call you Your Majesty. From now on, you have forgotten that you will only call you A Ran?"

Her smile was as soft as a grass, but the force on her hands was astonishingly strong.

Mo Ran suddenly broke free from her. This was definitely not Song Qiutong. His wrist had been pinched to purple. He continued to move forward, moving forward... The white light was getting closer and closer...

He seemed to know that was the way out.

Go there...just go there...

He heard Song Qiutong laughing behind him and said, "Your Majesty, where are you going? Chu Wanning is dead, you were killed by you. Do you really want to go there?"

“…”

“It’s over there…”

He didn't hear clearly. He broke free from the phantoms and the life-seeking ghosts. He ran wildly. He threw her voice behind his head. The white sky light became brighter and louder in front of him. He was like a man who was about to drown at the bottom of the sea. He tried his best to sport his feet towards the shaking and broken light and shadow on the sea.

suddenly!

He suddenly plunged into the grand white light and the darkness disappeared.

He gasped, his feet were weak, and he kept calming his breath, like a person who had just emerged from the water, breathing greedily. He could not adapt to such strong light for a while. He raised his arms to cover his eyes. After a long time, he heard the chirping and cried birds and smelled the faint fragrance of the begonia in Xifu.

He slowly opened his eyes.

...Where is he?

The first thing I saw was the lush crabapple tree, with thin red branches, like the rays of brocade.

It is not in the Tiangong, the ancestral temple of the Rufengmen.

Is this illusion... still not over?

But his heart was gradually disintegrating, and he suddenly was not so sure who he was, where was the dream and where was the reality.

He sat up, and a remaining crabapple flower that had originally landed on the tip of his nose floated on his knees.

…Sit up?

He then realized that he was actually lying down just now, as if he had just finished a nightmare. He looked around and was in front of the tower of heaven on the top of life and death, while he himself was sitting in a dark, open coffin.

In an instant, Mo Ran even felt cold in his fingertips.

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly got up and staggered out of the coffin. He saw a monument standing in front of the coffin, without a word on it, but a bowl of hand and a few plates of fried food, all of his favorite food. He stared at those things, and he stared at the coffin.

No……

No.

The nightmare is not over.

He fell into a deeper nightmare, or is he sober now?

Is the words said by that black shadow true?

Did he really just accept it, lie down in front of the Tower of Heaven, and have a very long dream? Everything in the dream is...

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it anymore. He got up like crazy and ran straight towards Nanfeng on the top of life and death.

But it was different from what he remembered before his death. He remembered that he had obviously dispersed everyone, but halfway through his run, a group of palace servants rushed out. The leader was Mr. Liu who had served him for many years. Mr. Liu held a box, and his wrinkled face was full of joy: "Your Majesty, the rebirth of the elixir is here! This is the rebirth of the elixir!"

He suddenly stopped.

All the left and right knelt down to congratulate him, and Mr. Liu also knelt down, putting his withered hands on the brocade box, handed it to Mo Ran tremblingly, and said hoarsely: "A fairy medicine, the fairy medicine that Your Majesty has been asking for, finally touched the god of heaven. This one is..."

Mo Ran said in a daze: "No...I, haven't I driven you down the mountain?"

The servants looked like earth and kowtowed repeatedly, and Mr. Liu was extremely frightened: "Why did Your Majesty drive us away? But where does the old slave serve you? Old slave--"

"Where are the top ten sects?"

Old Liu was confused and looked up in confusion: "What are the top ten sects? Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Ranzhi couldn't explain it clearly, so he pulled him to the Tongtian Tower to see. As soon as he left the dense forest, he pointed to the tomb in front of the tower: "Look at that side, I just slept there, I--"

He turned his head, but found that his coffin and tomb were gone.

There were only two lonely tombs of queens and concubines standing, with his dog crawling words written on it in a twist.

Mo Ran: "..."

Mr. Liu was worried: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"I..." Mo Ran stared at the two graves in a daze. His consciousness was already very confused. For one moment, he could clearly realize that all this was fake, but the next moment he felt that the real illusion was intertwined. He could not tell where he was and what year tonight.

Mr. Liu sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too worried, have you dreamed?"

"It's not a dream..." Mo Ran murmured, but then shook his head and his face pale, "No, of course this is a dream..." He said incoherently for a long time, then suddenly turned his face and stared at Mr. Liu, "Where is the rebirth medicine?"

Mr. Liu presented the box.

He didn't pick up the box, he opened it straight away, and there was a jade-like pill inside, emitting a warm luster.

He picked it up tremblingly, gathered his Adam's apple, and then headed towards the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

But Mr. Liu suddenly pulled him, Mo Ran looked back suddenly, his nerves were extremely tense and about to break the string. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Liu, who was still kind to the face just now, suddenly fell down his face, with a strange luster flashing in his eyes, and said with a deep breath: "Your Majesty, have you gone in the wrong direction?"

"What went in the wrong direction..."

"The place where Your Majesty should go is the soul-summoning platform." Mr. Liu said slowly, and the servants also slowly surrounded Mo Ran, and slowly approached. "Your Majesty has been thinking about day and night. Isn't you going to resurrect your senior brother, Shi Mingjing?"

"I……"

"Now that the rebirth of the immortal medicine is in hand, why did Your Majesty abandon the soul-summoning platform and run to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion?" Liu Lao said quietly, "For this method of rebirth, Your Majesty killed millions of people, stepped on the Confucian style sect, and made the world so sad and blood flowed into a river. Could it be that Your Majesty did all this and in the end he was going against the original intention of being taken to take this pill into the mouth of another person?"

Mo Ran was in a state of confusion. He held the elixir tightly and said, "You don't understand."

"Your Majesty must go to the Soul Conjuring Platform, not to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion." Everyone's eyes were shining with a terrible light, and their ghostly faces were around him, repeating, "Your Majesty must go to the Soul Conjuring Platform, not to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion!"

Mo Ran protected the elixir tightly, his face turned pale and said, "Get out of here."

"Your Majesty must go to the Soul Conjuring Platform--"

“Get out of here!”

He pulled out Bugui and held the cold hilt. The people seemed to shrank for a moment, and then their pupils became as narrow as snakes, and they all showed twisted smiles.

"You will be retribution..."

"What do you think you can change?"
To be continued...