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Chu Wanning was injured, and the other three were exhausted. After running into the tunnel outside the Shenwuku, Chu Wanning asked them to take a rest. For a while, no one spoke first, each stood or sat, checking the wounds on themselves or others, and slowing down.
Only Xue Meng, he was in a daze, drooping his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Mo Ran murmured: "Xue Meng"
Xue Meng ignored no one, he walked to Chu Wanning stiffly, raised his head, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was broken.
"Master."
Chu WanNing looked at him, wanted to raise his hand to touch his messy hair, but finally held back.
"Is the Shenwu I picked earlier a fake?"
Chu Wanning didn't speak.
Xue Meng's eye sockets became even redder, and the black and white eyelids were bloodshot and cobweb-like. If it wasn't for his stubbornness and conceit to support him, he would have burst into tears immediately.
"Am I, can't get the weapons in the pool anymore?"
Chu Wanning finally closed his eyes, and a sigh gradually fell.
The corridor was very quiet, only Chu Wanning's cold voice was heard.
"¡¡Silly boy."
A silly child full of sighs and helplessness made Xue Meng's last rationality collapse. He couldn't bear it anymore, threw himself into Chu Wanning's arms, hugged Chu Wanning's waist, and cried bitterly.
"Master Master"
Missing Jin Chengchi's martial arts is almost equivalent to missing the qualification to become the pinnacle of the world of cultivating immortals. This is something everyone knows well, mortals have limited magic power, and without the help of divine soldiers, they are no stronger than flesh and blood.
The young masters of those sects in the Upper Cultivation Realm, more or less have left behind the martial arts handed down by their ancestors. Even if they don't completely match their own spiritual power, they still have powerful power that cannot be underestimated. Only Xue Meng, because the Xue Zhengyi brothers started from scratch, did not get Jin Chengchi's weapon.
Therefore, when he chose to use the Ancestral Sword to die with the Heart-Tipping Willow, he had chosen to let go of his past superiority and high spirits.
Chu Wanning didn't ask anything, didn't say anything more, hugged Xue Meng who was crying loudly in his arms, and touched his hair. Xue Meng was spoiled and spoiled, and had never been wronged, so he had never cried since he could remember, and he was arrogant all day long.
However, at this moment, tears were intertwined on his young face, and every word was shattered, like the magic weapon he was destined to no longer have, like the dream of a hero he thought he could get at his fingertips, all shattered up.
"Xue Meng." Chu Wanning hugged the apprentice in his arms and comforted him.
The water waves at the bottom of the lake blow Chu Wanning's white cloak and long black hair. At that moment, Mo Ran only had time to see his slender eyelashes drooping, and there was a soft light underneath. Then the waves got bigger, the clothes and long hair were messed up, Wan Ning's side face could no longer be seen clearly in the dim light.
I only heard him say: "Don't cry, you are already fine."
The voice is not gentle, but it is a soft sentence when it is said in Chu Wanning's mouth.
In the secret passage, the four of them had their own concerns, and no one spoke again.
Mo Ran leaned against the cold wall, watching Chu Wanning embrace Xue Meng and patted him on the shoulder, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his heart.
The trip to the Golden Pond.
When I came, I was angry with fresh clothes.
Zhongyong's injury in the past.
Xue Meng has been the proud son of heaven for fifteen years.
The scenery is infinite and the spirit is high.
Then one day, Zhulou collapsed.
From then on, he will spend a long life to forget the edge of these fifteen years.
When they ran out of the arsenal, everyone saw the willow lying in the water slowly, like an ancient giant exhausted, like the death of Kuafu, and the death of the golden crow. The Jiao people who stayed on the ground were shocked and fled in all directions.
The arsenal of magical weapons millions of years ago was completely destroyed overnight.
The sacred tree fell suddenly, setting off a frenzy in the Jincheng Pond. In front of the huge vortex, the dragons transformed into their original bodies one after another, in order to resist the turbulent waves. For a moment, the scales and armor in Jincheng Pond were churning, and fish and dragons were jumping up and down, making it difficult for ordinary people to stand upright.
Mo Ran shouted: "No, I can't get out!"
During the speech, a thick dragon tail patted, Mo Ran quickly dodged, and then narrowly passed.
Just at this time, suddenly a black dragon rushed over. Its shape was larger than the other dragons, and its pitch-black scales overflowed with lingling golden brilliance.
The ink burned in shock: "Moon-watching?!!"
Mochizuki let out a long roar, he was originally a dumb dragon, but now he suddenly spoke, his voice was like a boom.He said that the ancient spirit body is powerful, but it is extremely difficult to find. The only thing that can be found in the classics is the pinching willow. "
"In fact, he only appeared not long ago. Since he took control of Jin Chengchi, he has been using the power of the pinching willow to practice the two forbidden techniques of 'Rebirth' and 'Zhenlong Chess Game' at the bottom of the lake. "
Mochizuki said, sighed, his eyes were a little empty and dull.
Mo Ran thumped in his heart.
Sure enoughJin Chengchi's trip was completely different from his previous life. These variables all happened not long ago. What had gone wrong that changed everything?
"He was not capable enough to control living things, so he killed a large number of creatures in the lake and tried to control dead things. This time he did it, and in just a few dozen days, he killed almost all the spirit beasts in the lake They were all used up and made into chess pieces. Only a few were left for experimentation. I am one of them.¡±
Mo Ran asked: "So when I asked for the sword, you surfaced. At that time, you were controlled by Fake Gouchen?"
"No." Mochizuki closed his eyes slowly, "He can manipulate others, he can manipulate the fox demon, he can manipulate the pinching willow, but he can't manipulate me. I am the spirit beast tamed by God Gouchen at the creation of the world. Before, when I was willing to be driven by the God, I engraved his curse mark on my reverse scales, and I will be loyal to my master from now on."
"and you¡¡"
"I have no choice but to pretend." Mochizuki sighed, "Although the intruder couldn't completely control me, the seal of God's curse has gone through millions of years after all, and it's not as effective as it was at that time. I still have a part of me. /The body is affected by the false hook - when you see me, the reason why I am dumb is because my voice has been completely controlled by that person, and I can no longer listen to myself. Only when his spell fails Only then did I speak again."
Mo Ran asked: "Does that fake Gouchen know that you are pretending?"
"I don't think he knows." Mochizuki looked at Mo Ran and said, "According to his plan, today he will seize your spiritual core and renew the life of the heart-picking willow. But he didn't expect that I will bring you again Go back to the arsenal and destroy Gu Liu. He didn't guard against me."
Chu Wanning suddenly said: "He may not have been wary of you, maybe he has more than enough heart but not enough power."
"What did the Taoist priest say?"
Chu Wanning said: "I vaguely feel that the fake Gouchen Shanggong is weird." (Remember the website of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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