The execution ground was solemn. Mo Ran's spiritual core fragments were constantly taken out and dug up.

Pieces after piece.

He endured it patiently and endured it ruthlessly. Compensation was one thing, and showing weakness was another. He was unwilling to call pain in front of Mu Yanli, he was like a rock.

The pain is too deep, and the sea of ​​suffering is rising and falling.

Suddenly, I heard a sound that exploded in the skull like spring thunder.

"Mo Ran!"

Impossible, how is it possible?

How could it be him...

It must be because I am too painful, my mind is hallucinated, and my spiritual consciousness is confused.

"Mo Ran!!"

There was a hustle and bustle around, as if someone was screaming, and the wind was blowing in the sky, and Mu Yanli's hand also stopped.

Mo Ran trembled and tried his best to look up—

He saw his god, the dragon running to the siege, swooping down from the sky.

He saw his god's white clothes waving, and he seemed like a banished immortal.

As they got closer, the face next to Zhengrong Longhorn became clear, and Mo Ran's heart suddenly thrust, which made him more painful than stabbing him with a knife.

He saw his god crying, and Chu Wanning... was crying.

“Master………………”

The wound in the chest cavity was bleeding, Mo Ran struggled, and the ring was buckled.

Chu Wanning jumped off the giant dragon, and the moment he fell to the barrier of the execution platform, the paper candle dragon turned into a dazzling golden light and returned to the talisman.

"Yuheng!"

"Master!"

"Elder Yuheng!"

Everyone stood up on the stands at the top of life and death, and the people from the other sects were also startled. Even the common people in the public were shocked and said: "Is this the rumored Beidou Immortal Lord?"

"It's Mo Ran's master!"

"Didn't they say they broke it out in one stroke?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were originally red, but when he saw the blood and spirit core fragments in the silver plate, he collapsed.

His throat was hoarse and he wanted to speak, but before he could speak, he was already choking.

"You...can't treat him like this..."

There was an uproar everywhere.

"What is he talking about?"

"Is he crazy? Mo Ran is a crazy murderer!"

Every word is like a sharp knife cutting Chu Wanning's heart, and every accusation is like a cone sinking into Chu Wanning's chest.

It hurts so much.

Chu Wanning looked at the man in the Tianyin Pavilion barrier, the man whose black eyes were wet and who silently stared at his man, the man whose heart was revealed and whose soul core was damaged.

The man who was still unaware of his injustice when he was criticized by thousands of people.

So stupid.

Chu Wanning's lips twitched and his whole body trembled.

His hand was pressed against the transparent barrier of Tianyin Pavilion, and he choked up: "I've judged it wrong... I've judged it wrong..."

Don't stab him with a dagger, just stab me.

Kill me...

Everyone says that the immortal king is ruthless, and the mourn is ruthless.

In the past life, everyone criticized him and could not hope that he would die. In this life, he was uneasy day and night and could not escape the condemnation in his heart.

But who knows the truth?

Mu Yanli seemed to be anxious. After the initial shock, he immediately raised his sharp knife, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, dotted with stars.

Mo Ran murmured: "Don't look."

With a thud, the dagger entered the heart again, and blood gushed.

Chu Wanning's pupils suddenly closed, and after a while, they burst out like a loud voice, hoarse and clouded: "No!!!!"

The golden light instantly, and the strong wind surged.

Tianwen responded to the call and whip fell. Dozens of high-level disciples who maintained the barrier of Tianyin Pavilion could not bear the attack. They vomited blood and knelt on the ground. The barrier instantly collapsed. In the dazzling light, Chu Wanning held his magic weapon with sparks and flew straight towards the center of the Zhengtai.

"Someone wants to rob the prison!"

"Chu Wanning wants to rob the prisoner!!"

Mu Yanli immediately put the spiritual core fragments in the hard disk into the Qiankun Case, turned his head and ordered sternly: "Stop him!"

"Yes! Pavilion Master!"

The golden waves of Tianyin Pavilion rushed up and collided violently with Chu Wanning's spiritual current. The monks in the stands were shocked. They had never seen Chu Wanning look like this before.

Crazy, sad.

There is no more reason.

Seeing Chu Wanning getting closer and closer, Mu Yanli cursed in a low voice, frost flashed in his eyes, and finally a broken spirit core was cut out and put it into Qiankun's bag. Then, his clothes flew and turned around to fight Chu Wanning.

"Master Chu, do you really save him? You have thought it through clearly. After this step, you will be both accused of Qianqiu from now on!"

The sword light illuminated Mu Yanli's almond eyes, and she stared at him.

Tianwen strangled Mu Yanli's blade and instantly splattered.

Chu Wanning was bitten by word: "Then let me accompany him!"

The official history is neat and the heroes are all drawn.

But I just want to be with you, whether it is lying in the Legend of Tyrants or on the evil list, it is all good.

I don’t want future generations to regard me as gods and refer to you as ghosts when they mention us. I don’t want to write about you and I turning against you and apprenticeship when this passage is recorded in later generations.

If I can't make you feel guilty.

The ink is rampant, the ink is drizzling, and the immortal king.

I am willing to be scolded by you for generations.

Hell is too cold.

Mo Ran, I will sacrifice to you.

As the clouds gather, the dazzling light and shadow have made people confused.

On and off the stage, they were even more panicked and didn't know why. In the chaos, they could only hear "Zheng!Zheng!" and Tianwen suddenly broke the chains that tied Mo Ran.

Mo Ran knelt on the ground and fell into Chu Wanning's warm arms.

His blood dyed his white clothes red in an instant.

Mo Ran, who had never cried from the beginning, had never been choked with his chest and his heart was slit, finally broke down at this moment. His hands were trembling and raised and then hang down.

He wanted to hug Chu Wanning so much, and he wanted to push Chu Wanning away. He eagerly hoped that he would not be separated from Chu Wanning's blue sky, and deeply hoped that everything about Chu Wanning would be good, always clean, and had nothing to do with his own dirtyness.

So he didn't know whether to hold it or separate it.

His hands trembled for so long, and finally he carefully held Chu Wanning's back.

Mo Ran cried.

He said: "Master... Why don't you blame me... Why do you still save me..."

Chu Wanning felt so heartbroken that he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and no longer cared about the gaze around him. Everyone was staring at him, and they didn't know what to say first.

"I'm so dirty... it will make you dirty..." Mo Ran whispered, the words were full of bloody smell. The more he cried, the sadder he became. The man who never showed weakness in front of others no longer had armor in Chu Wanning's arms, "But I'm afraid you don't want me anymore... If you don't want me, I really don't know where to go..."

The broken one is clearly Mo Ran’s spiritual core, and the piercing one is Mo Ran’s heart.

But at this time, Chu Wanning felt that his heart was also spasming, torn to pieces by Lingchi, and his flesh was blurred.

It turns out that each tendon and bone are closely connected.

A large number of monks from Tianyin Pavilion surrounded them, surrounded them heavily, pressing them step by step.

Chu Wanning was stained with blood in white clothes, holding Tianwen in one hand and Mo Ran in the other.

There are many black and white right and wrong in the world, but it is not easy to explain clearly.

There are too many self-righteous justice.
To be continued...