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He was walking on the long central axis trail in the front hall of the Temple of Heaven, and every brick and stone under his feet was as bright as ice, reflecting his figure.
Benedict. Benedict. Benedict.
Step by step, the sound of empty footsteps echoed lonely in the hall.
But Mo Ran is not lonely, he is not alone, he is standing in the middle of the walkway in the front hall of the Confucianism Gate, which is endless, and there are densely packed people on both sides, men, women, old and young, with expressions Different faces.
He stood in the middle, and this place seemed like a small city. On his left, the corpses of Rufengmen, who were sorry for Xu Shuanglin, had all become lowly people, tortured, cut up, and executed with various criminal methods. And then resurrected, resurrected and executed. On the other side, there are singing and dancing, peace and tranquility, free and easy.
He even saw Luo Xianxian, which should not be the real soul, but the appearance made by other corpses with illusion, controlled by Heizi, just like those Jiao people in Jin Chengchi.
Luo Xianxian's hair was rolled up in a bun, and she was with her husband Chen Bohuan at the moment. The two looked at ease and leisurely.
He also saw Chen Yuanwai's youngest daughter sitting beside his brother and sister-in-law, talking to them with a smile. On the other hand, Luo Xianxian snuggled up to Chen Bohuan, and when she heard something interesting, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and smiled brightly with her eyebrows bent.
This kind of scene is beautiful and dreamy, but the back of Mo Ran feels cold after seeing it.
He paced in this long aisle, half of hell here, half of heaven, good and evil are clearly divided, with laughter on his left and pain on his right.
He walked forward, as if he was walking through water and fire, light and shadow. He looked to the left, and there were hundreds of butterflies flying and flowers in clusters. Reading a book leisurely, some people are reciting poems and composing Fu, children are laughing, and women are lying drunk and lying on their clouds.
He looked to the right, the cauldron was boiling hot, and the oil was being cooked over a hot fire. The writhing bodies were doused with boiling oil, and their tongues were pulled out of their hearts. People cursed and bit each other, with a beast-like gleam in their eyes. .
He also saw the former abbot of Wubei Temple, the old monk who planned the shady scene of the Lingshan Conference. He was surrounded by three people, each with a small rusty stew knife in his hand, cutting his body separately. The face, the legs, and the breasts were cut again and again, and the cut flesh quickly recovered, and so on, the old monk couldn't help screaming, but the only thing he uttered was a roar of unknown meaning¡ª¡ªhis rumor-mongering tongue It has already been ripped off abruptly.
The more Mo Ran walked forward, the more shuddering he felt.
He didn't even want to look both ways, crying, laughing, angry, happy.
There is a woman on the left who is reciting softly: "Life and death, lonely life. A lover can't call a lover"
On the right there is a woman who is being bitten by a vicious dog and screaming.
Half of his peripheral vision sees light, half sees darkness, these light and darkness are so absolute, like chess pieces on a chessboard, black and white confront each other, good and evil are clear.
Mo Ran only felt a splitting headache.
He stood in the middle, he simply stopped and closed his eyes, unwilling to watch the scenes of the fusion of Nine Heavens and Purgatory.
He stayed where he was, waiting for the larger troops who were not as fast as him to catch up.
"Falling leaves frighten the dream, walking leisurely and falling into the dust"
"No! Don't do this to me again! Please! Help me save me"
However, the voices on both sides are continuous, like arrowheads, penetrating three points.
He heard Luo Xianxian softly say to her husband: "Chen Lang, the orange blossoms in the courtyard are all in bloom. I'll take you to have a look, okay?"
He heard Qin Shi, the former head of Jiangdongtang, laughing like crazy: "Abusive? Hahahaha, yes, I committed adultery with Nangong Liu! I am a slut, whore, I am A bitch, poisonous woman - I killed my husband, I want to be the head - hahahaha, you all come to see my true face, see that I am an ugly bitch, ahahahaha"
Everything is gathered together.
The living, the dead.
Reality or fantasy?
Is it black or white, good or evil?
The surrounding sounds gradually became like the tide, and the tide rose and fell. He seemed to see two giant dragons breaking through the water, and the moonlight shone on their cold and wet scales.
Are those two evil dragons?
No, those are his two souls.
The fight started again, roaring and breathing out dragon's breath, biting and colliding fiercely.
The earth shakes and the mountains shake.
Mo Ran couldn't bear this kind of crazy noise, he covered his ears, but still couldn't stop it.??Clearly, "You said you died under the Tongtian Tower, but you are clearly standing here alive Are you really dead?"
Mo Ran stared at the black smoke.
He no longer trembled, he just felt cold, like falling into an ice cave, stepping into an abyss.
It's so cold.
Did he really die?
The desolation of Wushan Palace seemed to be still soaked in the bone marrow, and the flames of the uprising of the ten sects were like a long snake hissing and winding all the way from the foot of the mountain, trying to bite off his neck.
Xue Meng seemed to be standing in front of him just now, with nothing, with tears in his eyes, and said ruthlessly: "Mo Ran, return my master to me."
Did he really die?
He remembered that he had taken the drug, which was so poisonous that it pierced his heart and lungs. He staggered to the front of Tongtian Tower, and with his last strength, he climbed into the dug grave and lay down in the coffin.
Begonias bloom very gently, faintly fragrant, and the sky, clouds and shadows linger together.
He closes his eyes
"And then you opened your eyes. You went back to the year you were sixteen, when everything could be redeemed, right?"
That black image could see through his heart, whispering with a low smile.
"You are back, the peak of death and life has not been destroyed. Although the Confucian School turned into scorched earth for the second time, it was not you who did it. Ye Wangxi did not die, and neither did Shi Mingjing. You have seen your own thoughts clearly. You fell in love with Chu. Wan Ning, you became Master Mo and he finally accepted you, you thought you were freed, now you are the leader of the rebel army, the upright Daoist leader, the generation of young heroes who want to arrest the leader of the bully Xu Shuanglin on the mountain¡ª"
A little dead silence.
The blood vessels in Mo Ran's neck are throbbing, along with the intense heartbeat.
The black figure had no face, but it was staring at him, and he knew it was staring at him.
"You think beautifully."
The cold sword pierced the heart, and the fangs pierced the neck.
Mo Ran can hear despair spreading in his body, the toxin spreads like the deadly poison he took when he was thirty-two years old, spreadinginto the liver and gallbladderinto the heart
"You are not reborn at all, you are dead, everyone is dead, Xue Meng is still alive but he hates you very much." The black shadow said, "Now I wake up from the dream, open your eyes, Stepping Xianjun, you, Still the Lord of Darkness."
"No" Mo Ran heard someone talking, the voice was so powerless and broken, as if it had been defeated countless times and glued together, and then he was surprised to find that the person who said this voice was actually himself, " no¡¡"
He drove the courage in every inch of his bones and every drop of blood, he opened his eyes, and there was madness in his eyes¡ª¡ª
"You lied! It's impossible! It's impossible!!"
He gathered his sword and slashed, panting furiously.
The cloud of black smoke dissipated again.
But its voice did not dissipate, and it smiled lowly: "Lying? But Your Majesty, why don't you lower your head and see, what is it that you are holding in your hand?" (Remember the website 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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