The former master and apprentice eventually turned against each other.

It was a peak battle.

In the end, Chu Wanning was unable to defeat Mo Ranqi and swallowed mountains and rivers because of his weak spirit core. He was young and fierce.

"Stop struggling to death." The young demon became more and more arrogant as he fought. He grinned and smiled freely. Bugui and Huaisha had close contact with each other and had a sword collided.

The golden light is sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

But Youbi's flames filled the eyes of the master and apprentice.

Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning's pale face, then turned his eyes and looked at the spiritual current that was gradually dissipating in Huaisha, with mockery in his eyes.

"You no longer have spiritual power. If you continue to fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud that you will not be willing to be a mortal even if you die, right?"

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and refused to answer, his thin lips were no longer blood-colored.

Finally, Huaisha's glory completely disappeared, and Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spiritual power had been exhausted. He indulged in laughter and his voice was like a vulture.

"What else can you resist me? Wanye Yuheng...my high-ranking master?"

Chu Wanning half-kneeled on the ground with his sword, his white clothes were stained with mottled blood.

He raised his eyes. At that time, Mo Ran's hatred was too deep. He only saw the determination in his eyes, but could not see the deep sadness buried under the determination.

Many years later, when the Immortal Lord committed suicide by taking a poison, he unknowingly recalled the first fierce battle in his life.

He couldn't help but think that Chu Wanning was indeed determined to stop him at that time...

All beings are the leader, and it is the end.

He once called him a villain and only spoke nicely.

But Chu Wanning did what he said.

——"Think good."

His master said.

"Don't keep evil."

A golden light flashed.

Mo Ran had only had time to see the last calm in Wanning's eyes, and saw the light in his palms shining brightly. This Beidou Immortal Lord, a man who had no relatives or friends in the cultivation world, summoned three magical weapons again at the expense of his spiritual core.

Nine Songs and Heavenly Questions Huaisha.

How much does Qu Zi’s pride have?

The mighty soldiers made by Mo Ran were finally suppressed by Chu Wanning with the power of the spiritual core, and the black and white pieces were shattered into ashes under the glory of the Divine Martial Arts.

Strangely, Mo Ran was standing opposite Chu Wanning at that time, a place far away. He looked at the man who was fighting stubbornly and vomiting all his efforts, but he did not take any action to stop him.

He just looked at it with a little surprised and curious.

He wanted to know how much this little lover in front of him could do for his so-called "sentient beings".

He just watched that way.

Watch Chu Wanning exhaust his last inch of spiritual power.

The surging river tide subsided, and the elegant birds that covered the sun dispersed.

The controlled living people have recovered their spiritual consciousness one by one, and the controlled dead people have closed their eyes again and have been sleeping underground.

Mo Ran just watched that way.

He saw the spirit core of the Beidou Immortal Lord shatter, saw Chu Wanning Guanghua falling, saw his master kneeling in front of him, and finally fell into dust.

Mo Ran didn't have much expression at the time, his face slightly tilted, and his mother's murmuring before his death vaguely sounded in his ears. The kind-hearted woman stroked his cheek and said to him: "Repay kindness, don't seek revenge."

After so many years, he heard such familiar sentences again. Before offering the spirit core, Chu Wanning said to him: "Remember good, don't keep evil."

But he didn't do it.

He felt like he had endless resentment in his heart, only blood could give him a moment of breathing—

He destroyed the top of life and death, and the Turu Fengmen, killed millions of monks and ruined several leaders, making the Tianchi red and covered the mountain with white bones.

In the end, the rebels surrounded the mountain and he died before the tower.

These things were all experienced by him, and the heinous crimes were all forged by him. In the horrific tragedy, he was the creditor, and he was not contaminated with the blood of a thousand people. The Zhenlong chess game cost tens of thousands of lives.

It's him.

Mo Ran felt dizzy in front of him, and he was forced to breathe.

Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan and pulled him out of the mud of memories. He came back to his senses and saw Mu Yanli's shoulder being stabbed by a chess piece, and blood splattered on his face.

"People's Lord!"

"People are careful!"

The people from Tianyin Pavilion immediately rushed up to protect Mu Yanli.

Mu Yanli gasped, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay."

The Zhenlong chess piece in front of her pulled out a sword flower. In front of everyone, the chess piece knelt down to Mo Ran neatly. He covered his mask and lowered his head, "The subordinates' rescue is not good, and the master is disturbed, and he deserves to die."

Everyone was in awe.

"It's the chess piece controlled by Mo Ran!"

"He called him master!"

Mo Ran said: "No...no..."

But who believes in him?

Who will believe him!

Mo Ran shook his head and retreated in despair. He looked at the faces full of hatred and doubt.

No.

He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away and didn't notice the movement here at all. Then he saw Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyong.

The two of them saw all the changes and their faces were extremely ugly.

Mo Ran stuttered with his lips, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what else to defend himself.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a group of chess pieces rushing out from behind Mrs. Wang. In the flash of lightning, he shouted: "Aunt! Be careful!"

This loud shout made everyone turn back. Xue Zhengyong immediately woke up, but he was trapped by chess pieces on both sides and there was no time to return.

"aunt!"

"mother--!"

"Bang!"

The metal sounded crisp, and it turned out that Jiang Xi flew out of the crowd. A snow phoenix sword was so powerful that it defeated the Zhenlong chess piece that was approaching Mrs. Wang several feet in one fell swoop.

Mrs. Wang said in shock: "Junior brother..."

"..." Jiang Xi looked back and glanced coldly at her, and said, "Let's go with your eyes."

At this time, Master Xuanjing suddenly found a thick cloud covering the sky, reaching the top of life and death. He couldn't see clearly at first, but later he saw clearly, but he couldn't believe it.

It was not until many people around him noticed the rolling black clouds that he finally confirmed and blew his beard and shouted: "How is it possible?! How many of these pieces are there?!!!"

The black chess pieces rolled in the river, endless.

Some are dead, some are living people. These people are all burned to pieces by some kind of spell and their mouths are removed. Even if they are restored to their spiritual consciousness, they cannot speak.

Behind them were birds and strange beasts controlled by Zhenlong chess pieces, and lackeys and dragons and snakes.

"Mo Weiyu!!"

"Mo Ran..."

At this time, these people turned around and glared at him, but they were already more afraid than annoyed. Some of the people who were approaching him even took a few steps back involuntarily.

"Crazy... Mo Ran, are you crazy..."

"How many pieces have you refined?!"

Mo Ran opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, no, not me.

But if it wasn't him, who else could it be?

The gate of life and death in time and space was opened again, and the Immortal Lord led millions of soldiers to the world.

What is the difference between him and the Immortal Lord?

They have the same memory and use the same magic. Master Mo is also good at the Zhenlong chess game of the Immortal Lord. If the chess pieces made by the Immortal Lord are not given special orders, they will also recognize Master Mo as their master.

Therefore, kill your relatives and slaughter the city and participate in the forbidden arts.

Thousands of troops and horses, sprinkle beans to form soldiers.

To overturn the world, all living beings can be straw dogs.

All of these were done by him, and no one had wronged him.

More and more chess pieces are approaching, and they can't see the end at first sight, just like black ink quickly spreading on rice paper, approaching step by step.

Someone was already panicked: "What should I do!"

Mu Yanli said angrily: "Mo Ran! What else do you have to make a fuss about it! All of this was designed by you! I just regret that Tianyin Pavilion did not intervene in this matter earlier and strangle you!"
To be continued...