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¡¾The Peak of Death and Life¡¿Never lost to the king

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    When the wax burns out, darkness remains.

    The fire went out, leaving only embers.

    But the darkness has been bright, and the ashes have been hot, and he also had the years of light and heat, which no one knows at this moment, and will not be mentioned again.

    Mo Ran has exhausted his last trace of spiritual power.

    He watched the sparrows disperse, the dark soldiers sank to the ground, the living people were no longer under control, and the chess pieces were cracked. He watched the black tide that was about to engulf the summit of life and death recede in a daze, and he watched the catastrophe of hell come to an end.

    Everyone said that he was heinous, and he felt the same way.  But this demon finally did exactly the same thing as the god. Chu Wanning was his wax torch, and he followed the light and walked step by step.

    "elder brother!"

    "Burning!"

    He vaguely heard someone calling him, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Xue Meng staggering towards him, and saw Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang breaking through the encirclement and running towards him.

    Relieved to have been called to by them, he grinned as if to smile, but tears rolled down his bloodied face.

    He wanted to say: "I'm sorry, I did not do well."

    However, his throat was choked, and in the end, he begged: "Don't hate me."

    I am real¡­¡­

    I really like you guys.

    ? Like uncles and aunts, like the pinnacle of death and life, like this stolen warmth, stolen relatives.

    Uncle, aunt, Xue Meng.

    Don't hate me.

    Millions of soldiers retreated, and Mo Ran fell heavily on the ground, covered in dust.

    In the previous life, when Chu Wanning was seriously injured and unconscious, her white clothes were stained with blood, but her whole body still looked clean.  He is different from Mo Ran, Mo Ran has always been dirty.

    When his consciousness was lost, he felt Mrs. Wang reaching out to embrace him, her soft and warm arms, calling him distressedly: "Ran'er."

    He heard Xue Zhengyi and Mu Yanli arguing, and shouted angrily: "Trickery? What kind of tricks can there be! If it was the pawns he summoned, how could he do this to retreat!"

    He heard Xue Meng shouting: "Don't touch him! Don't touch him! Don't take him away!"

    It's a mess.

    Mo Ran deliberately explained, and told him more, but he was really too tired, too tired.

    He closed his eyes.

    Jiaoshan.

    In the great hall of the sages, the ever-burning lamp faintly breathes out light.  The wax torches made from whale oil are as thick as the mouth of a bowl. There is no sun, moon or sun here. Only the lanterns flow down, dripping into lingering candle tears, showing the passage of time.

    Shi Mei wore a white fox fur brocade robe and sat in a high position.  He propped his forehead, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

    This position was originally occupied by Xu Shuanglin. At the beginning, he watched Xu Shuanglin refine the precious chess pieces, create bliss and purgatory, and hoped that his master would return to the world.

    He thought this person was very interesting, but unfortunately he couldn't stay.

    In front of him was a piece of silk cloth imbued with illusion, on which dragons and snakes danced, densely packed with small dots of various colors.

    This is the "sand table" created by Ta Xianjun in the previous life with the Zhenlong chess game. The black dots are Zhenlong's sunspots, the silver dots are white pieces, the red dots are abandoned pieces, and the small squares on the silk cloth represent  Hostile forces - as long as he has this sand table in his hand, he can see the battle situation clearly even thousands of miles away.

    Shi Mei spread the silk cloth in front of the case, but never looked at it carefully.  He is very clear about the choice Mo Ran will make in the end, and this piece of cloth is placed, but it is just for fun.  There are countless ways for Ta Xianjun to get out of the predicament, but Master Mo only has one way to go, so there is nothing to see.

    I don't know how long it took, the door of the palace suddenly opened, and there were slight footsteps in the hall. The teacher didn't look up, but asked lightly: "Are you here?"

    A man stood still on the bright bricks and stones.

    The man who walked in was wearing a snow-white cloak with a very low brim, making it impossible to see his face clearly.  He stopped in the center of the hall, his body like a lotus.

    The man spoke with a clear and elegant voice, but his tone was low: "There was a movement outside just now, and Mo Ran smashed all the chess pieces made by Ta Xianjun."

    Shi Mei didn't even tremble his eyelashes, and said "um" indifferently, and said, "Yeah, he didn't have to choose."

    The man said again: "The body of Stepping Xianjun is no longer good. So the chess pieces he controlled have already started to bite you back. Now Mo Ran uses the power of the spiritual core to untie them all. You have to be relieved, which is also a piece of cake.  Good thing."

    The teacher smiled: "Oh? Are you caring about me?"

    The man didn't answer. After a while, he said, "What are you going to do next?"

    "Just follow the oldWith a gloomy bloody smell, Shi Mei watched Huang Xiaoyue fall to the ground, blood gurgling from the hole in his chest, and frowned in disgust.

    Wiping the blood on his hands, he said, "Disgusting."

    Looking back, he stared at another teacher for a moment.

    Then his tone slowed down.

    "It's been two lifetimes, and there are many beasts like Huang Xiaoyue in the world. Have you seen it? So the cards in this cultivation world should be reshuffled. Also, don't think too much, I told you, I won't let you go for nothing  Sacrifice. When the matter is over, I will find a way to heal your eyes."

    ""

    Seeing that the white-clothed Shi Mo, who was wrapped in a cloak, remained silent, he rolled his eyes and said lightly: "Don't be stubborn Forget it, I promise you that if it is not forced, I will not hurt the innocent again. In this way, you can always rest assured  Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?"

    Hearing this sentence, the white-clothed teacher's tensed back slowly relaxed, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to another self, but after this trouble, the teacher's mood from the previous life became extremely bad  , did not intend to listen to him anymore, and had strode out of the main hall of the Pantheon.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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