Mo Ran said nothing.

If it weren't for this big dream, he wouldn't know that there was such a shocking fear hidden deep in his heart, fearing Chu Wanning's death, fearing the question of Shi Mei's emotions, fearing for this life, in fact, it was just his dream.

He lowered his head, not sure if it was the effect of the Dream Cold Water, or other reasons.

He felt cold and shivered.

Chu Wanning stood up from the ground. There were too many eyes here. He and Mo Ran could not act more intimately. Besides, Mo Ran kept holding him in the nightmare and calling his name. If he hadn't tried his best to control him, he would have been crushed to the ground by Mo Ran in front of everyone. Although all this did not happen in the end, Mo Ran's mood was so intense that he didn't know how many people around him had noticed strange clues.

Chu Wanning slowly got up and sat for a while. Her legs and feet were sore and numb.

Xue Meng subconsciously raised his hand, but for some reason, he did not come forward to support him. Instead, Shi Mei reached out and said softly: "Master, please wait."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelashes, didn't say much, and didn't explain. He just removed his already scattered outer robe, and his white clothes fluttered, falling on Mo Ran's shoulders.

"Put it, wait until the coldness of the medicine fades, and then return it to me."

Mo Ran didn't dare to look at him too much, and whispered: "Yes, Master."

The others were carefully checking the scene in the hall or checking whether there were any hidden weapons and mechanisms, and they all dispersed. Xue Zhengyong asked Mo Ran a few words, and when he saw that his nephew was fine, he patted his shoulder and strode towards the place where the leaders were.

Xue Meng did not leave. When everyone left, he suddenly leaned over, looked left and right, then suppressed his voice and howled softly: "What did you dream of just now?"

Mo Ran: "..."

Xue Meng gritted her teeth: "What are you asking?"

"It's just a dream."

"That's all what you think in your heart!" The light in Xue Meng's eyes was a little confused. He was extremely anxious, "What are you thinking? Are you... are you..."

"I dreamed that I killed someone." Mo Ran trembled slightly because of the bone-bone cold, and his lips were also blue and white. "I dreamed that I killed Master."

"you--!"

"There are no more..."

Xue Meng was stuttering with his lips, as if he wanted to ask something again, but when Mo Ran said that he didn't seem to be lying, but he said that he dreamed of killing his master...

Not to mention that Mo Ran now respects his teacher and respects the truth, for some reason he has such fear, but just now he hugged Chu Wanning tightly, with such a look - is it something that a disciple should have? Is there something more? More... Xue Meng dared not think about it anymore.

It seems that one step further is the abyss.

The medicine gradually dissipated, and 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 monks walking in front of him: "Are other people still fascinated by incense?"

"No more, only you, you run too fast." Xue Meng was still worried, but his emotions were not as intense as it was at first. "The moment we entered the hall, Jiang Xi realized that the incense of the eighteen ghosts had been lit here."

"...It's not the eighteen ghosts, it's the nineteenth level prison."

"Anyway, it's this thing, the name doesn't matter." Xue Meng said, "He dispersed it, and we'll be fine when we come in again." He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, "But this is a coincidence. If there is something more trouble just now, it will be troublesome."

"What's the meaning?"

"You walked quickly, but didn't see it. On the way to the Heavenly Palace, several poisonous snakes suddenly emerged from the vine basket covered by Nangong Liu. Many people were bitten by the time they could not dodge. Those people were resting in their original place and could not move around. The snake venom was very venomous. Jiang Xi originally asked us to leave first, stay there to remove the poison for them, and follow them after they were pulled. If this is the case, I'm afraid all those who arrived at the Heavenly Palace would be caught." Xue Meng said, "He was just a bottle of Broken Dream Cold Water, but he really couldn't save so many people."

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

"He had a little apprentice who said he could solve it, so Jiang Xi kept his apprentice there and came up with us first."

Mo Ran's brows frowned even deeper.

He looked at the backs of the people who were Gu Yueye, and he was wandering around the crowd, but he couldn't find the figure he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi's apprentice could not detoxify this snake venom, then there would undoubtedly be only two people who would stay in the original place, one was Jiang Xi and the other was Hua Binan.

"Where is Hua Binan?"

Xue Meng was stunned for a moment: "Do you suspect the Han Scale Saint Hand?"

"Just a question."

"There is nothing to doubt. Hua Binan himself was bitten and was meditating below. However, there were already many poisons in his body. He said that he would just adjust his breath for a while, and he would come up to have a peace with us later."

Mo Ran's expression became even more gloomy.

The cold scale holy hand was injured and unable to move, so only Jiang Xi could heal the wound. It's a pupil under Jiang Xi, who happened to be able to relieve this snake venom. If there was no such person, then Jiang Xi might still be poisoning the injured monk at this moment.

When he comes up again, what will happen in the Heavenly Palace of the Ancestral Temple? Can a bottle of Broken Dream Cold Water still save the situation?

"Xue Meng."

"Um?"

"Keep at Hua Binan."

As soon as this sentence fell, I suddenly felt the ground tremble suddenly, and then a dragon roar broke through the sky from afar and came from outside the hall.

Someone was already like a frightened bird and said in a terrifying manner: "What's going on? What was the movement just now?"

A brave monk said, "I'll go and have a look."

He quickly rushed to the gate of the hall, looked down, looked around the sky, and then turned around and said, "It's okay, it should be just some occasional sounds in this mountain. After all, it was transformed by the evil spirits of the dragon."

After he finished speaking, he was about to walk back.

But at this moment, something suddenly grabbed his ankle. The monk lowered his head and saw a pale hand. He didn't react for a moment and was still stunned in the distance.

Xue Zhengyong had sharp eyes, but he shouted from a distance: "Be careful!!"

But it was too late. A dead corpse jumped up in the air. The body was wrapped in the crane of the Rufeng Sect, and the silk belt was covered with eyes. With a sword, it pierced the monk's chest steadily and accurately.

"I..." The monk opened his eyes wide in a daze, raised his hand and subconsciously touched the long sword that was poked out, then spit out a large mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and never moved again.

After a little silence, the ground rumbled and trembled. Everyone looked out the hall gate and saw thick dragon tendons rising from the ground and piercing the clouds. Each bloody dragon tendon held the body of a former disciple of the Confucian Feng Sect. It looked like a dense swarm of bees gathered in the air, ready to rush into the hall at any time to pound the people into meat paste.

The owner of the Ma Manor screamed and covered his eyes: "Oh my God, my God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Xue Zhengyong was so angry that he vomited blood from the merchant that he slapped him in the back of the head to shut up, and then shouted to everyone: "Go and close the palace gate! Fuck it and block the palace gate! Don't let them rush in!"

He said that he took the lead, facing the zombie who was shaking with a long sword of blood, swung out a folding fan and hit him out of the hall, kicked him down the long stairs, and then grabbed the spirit stone gate on one side, roared and wanted to push it up.

But I don’t know what happened to the door, but it’s easy to push it from the outside, but it’s as heavy as a rock from the inside. Xue Zhengyong’s veins thrust, but his strength is like a mud cow entering the sea. Seeing the zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon trunks, Xue Zhengyong cursed angrily: “What’s going on? Didn’t Nangong Changying seal them just now? This bullshit dragon is disobedient! Fight against his master!”

Mo Ran and Xue Meng also immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyong to work together. Nangong Si said, "It's useless! These two spirit stones were transported by my great-grandfather for four thousand porters. You can't move them alone."

Huang Xiaoyue was so angry that she was smoking and cursing from the side: "Your great grandfather is so capable!"

But Nangong Si ignored him at all. Nangong Si said to the group of people who were trying hard to resist the zombies of Rufeng Sect at the door: "You must go to the end to close the door of the palace. You can block it for a while, and I will drive the card.

Xue Zhengyong danced into a black shadow with an iron fan, and swept over and flew three or four zombies that had already been forced to fly. The black blood immediately splattered all over the fan, falling on the four words "Xue Lang is so beautiful". However, these zombies are really brave men. After rolling down the steps, they immediately got up and continued to rush forward.

Xue Zhengyong turned his head and said, "Hurry up! More and more! I'm fucking,...what is going on?"

Mo Ran summoned him to the ghost. He knew that the palace gate was the last line of defense, so he rushed out and fought with the zombies on the long stairs. However, the long stairs were thin and narrow, so he could not use all his strength. He should be careful not to step on the air and fall into the sky at the nine heavens, so it was very laborious to fight.

He swept down a row of corpses that were about to climb up with a whip, but more monsters around him were lifted from the distant ground by the smelly dragon tendons. In the end, he was almost attacked from both sides and was trapped in the sea of ​​corpses and could not escape.

However, Mo Ran did not intend to escape immediately. These zombies were surging with popularity. He stood here as the closest target, and almost all the dead bodies were heading towards him.

The owner of the Ma Manor hid behind Jiang Xi tremblingly, and said with emotion: "Oh, Master Mo is so righteous, so courageous, so courageous."

Jiang Xi was so angry that he turned his head and said, "Can you give something else to do business?"

"I know all things that require time to study, such as formations, skills, weapon assembly, etc. I am really not good at short-term contact..." The owner of the Ma village met Jiang Xi's cold eyes, choked for a moment, twisted for a while, and tentatively said, "Why... I'll give you some good luck?"

Jiang Xi: “…”

But this guy is right. Each sect has its own strengths and weaknesses. At present, there are only a few people who can still save their lives when they rush forward. Others have been killed in the past, and even Jiang Xi cannot get close to it. The medicine powder is useless to the corpse.

Xue Meng stood at the gate of the hall holding Longcheng, staring at the black figure floating in the crane's arms. He saw a blood vine rising from the ground and holding a high-level disciple of the Confucian style sect to rush towards Mo Ran. Xue Meng could no longer help but pull his sword up and cut off the arm of the corpse. Then he leaned against Mo Ran's back and cut off the twisting dragon tendon with another sword.

In an instant, blood was scattered!

Xue Zhengyong said in a lost voice: "Meng'er! Come back quickly!"

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

Who he is referring to is naturally self-evident.

Mo Ran turned his face and said to Xue Meng: "Go back quickly, just have me here. If you do the second line of defense, I can't hold on to you anymore-"

"Shut up!" Xue Meng's hand buzzed, and said angrily, "Are you the number one in Lingshan, or am I the number one in Lingshan? Are you the young master of the top of life and death, or am I the young master of the top of life and death? Are you powerful, or am I powerful?"

“…”

Mo Ran's chest became hot, and he stopped talking. He focused on fighting with Xue Meng back to welcome the zombies rising from all over the world.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the stone gates on both sides thrust and slowly closed inward. Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, move! The door is about to close. You two, come back quickly! Lean here!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng cooperated, and the ghost red light and the red light of Longcheng danced left and right. Only the clanging sounded, so many corpses fell to the sky, and the dragon tendons spurted blood and broke.

They slowly moved closer to the gate, and the gate was closing bit by bit.

Xue Meng said: "You go in first."

Mo Ran said: "Go in together."

“…”

"Let's go! Why are you still standing there?"

Xue Zhengyong hurriedly inside, "Hurry up! Come back!"

Mo Ran pulled Xue Meng's clothes up, and Xue Meng said angrily: "Let go! Don't show off this hero with me, you--"

"Who is showing off your hero with you? Let's go!" Mo Ran said, pulling Xue Meng with one hand, stepping on the stone steps with one foot, and throwing his back hand to the ghost, repelling a group of zombies about to rush up, and then rushing towards the gate with Xue Meng.

The door was closed for most of the time, but in fact there was no hurry at all. Mo Ran threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong, leaning against the palace gate, standing in front of the fire-burning vine whip in the wind, his eyebrows were deep and his eyes slowly retreated.

Suddenly, the two closed boulders stopped.

Xue Meng said in surprise: "Why don't you move?"

He turned around and saw Nangong Si’s face turned pale. He came out from the stone pillar of the Heavenly Palace where ten adult men hugged each other. He said in extreme gloomy:

"The central shaft of the bracket was destroyed. Halfway through locking, the chain broke and could not be connected."

After Nangong Si finished speaking, he raised his hand. In the scarred palm, he was holding half of the bronze lock, which was shaking.
Chapter completed!