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    After all, Xue Meng grew up on the top of death and life, and he is familiar with the shortcut terrain, and finally captured Mo Ran.

    Escorted him all the way to the back mountain, the back mountain at the peak of death and life, is the closest place in the whole world to the ghost world, separated by an enchantment, behind is the underworld.

    Seeing the tragic situation in the back mountain, Mo Ran immediately understood why the man was clearly at home, but still needed Mrs. Wang to treat others in the front hall.

    That person didn't want to help, but he really couldn't get out¡ª¡ª

    The enchantment of the ghost world was broken.

    At this moment, the entire back mountain was filled with a strong ghostly aura.  The unrealized ghosts howled and circled in the air sadly, and at the entrance of the mountain gate, you could see a huge gap in the sky. Behind that gap was the ghost world.  Protruding from the middle, the ominous spirits that have been repaired and flesh and blood are crawling down the stairs in dense numbers, from the underworld to the human world.

    If it were an ordinary person, seeing this scene would definitely scare him crazy. The first time Mo Ran saw it, he was covered in white sweat, but he is used to it now.

    The barrier between human and ghost worlds was set up by Fuxi in ancient times, but now it is very weak, and dilapidated places will appear from time to time, which need to be repaired by immortal cultivators.  However, this kind of work does not get much improvement in cultivation, and it is very exhausting and thankless. It is a hard job, so few immortals in the upper cultivation world are willing to take on this job.

    When the evil spirits are born, the people in the lower cultivation world will be the first to suffer. As the patron saint of the lower cultivation world, the peak of death and life undertakes the task of repairing the barrier. The back mountain of their school is facing the weakest part of the barrier.  The most important thing is to be able to fill in the gaps in time.

    This broken barrier will always be missed four or five times a year, just like a repaired pot, it cannot be disabled.

    At this time, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long bluestone steps, a man with snow-colored clothes fluttering, wide sleeves fluttering, sword energy lingering around, golden light boiling, is using his own power to sweep away evil spirits and ghosts, and repair the loopholes in the barrier.

    That man with a heavy waist and temples, with a fairy-like demeanor, is very handsome. From a distance, it is easy to think of a scholar who is holding a scroll and reading a book under a flower tree.  However, from a closer look, he has sharp brows, phoenix eyes, and a straight and narrow nose. He looks refined and refined, but there is a hint of meanness in his eyes, which makes him seem particularly unkind.

    Mo Ran looked at him from a distance, although he was prepared, but when he saw this person appearing in front of him in good health again, he still shook his bones finely.

    Half fear, halfexcitement.

    His master.

    Chu WanNing.

    In his previous life, Xue Meng finally came to Wushan Temple, crying to see this person.

    It was this man who ruined Mo Ran's grand plans and great ambitions, and was finally imprisoned and tortured to death by Mo Ran.

    Logically speaking, Mo Ran should be happy to defeat his opponent and take revenge.

    The sea is wide enough for fishes to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly, no one can control him anymore.  Mo Ran thought he thought so too.

    However, it seems that this is not the case.

    After Master died, he was buried with hatred, as if there was something else.

    Mo Ran has no self-cultivation, I don't know that feeling is called meeting an opponent, and it is bright for a while.

    He only knows that from now on, there will be no longer his old enemy in the world.

    Master was alive, he was afraid, afraid, and shuddered. When he saw the willow vine in Master's hand, his hair stood on end, like a bereaved dog who was used to beating.  The calf twitched nervously.

    Later, the master died, and the person Mo Ran was most afraid of died.  Mo Ran felt that he had grown up and had a good future, and finally did this thing of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors.

    In the future, looking at the world of mortals, no one dared to make him kneel down, and no one ever slapped himself.

    To celebrate, he opened a Tan Li Hua Bai, sat on the roof, and drank wine all night.

    That night, under the influence of alcohol, the scar on his back that the master had drawn when he was a teenager seemed to be in hot pain again.

    At this moment, seeing Shi Zun appear in front of him with his own eyes, Mo Ran stared at him, fearing and hating, but there was also a twisted ecstasy.

    How can you not like such an opponent who lost and regained?

    Chu Wanning ignored the two apprentices who broke into the back mountain, and was still concentrating on fighting against the overflowing undead.

    He has elegant facial features, a pair of long eyebrows, and phoenix eyes drooping indifferently. He is clean and refined, and has an outstanding temperament. His expression remains unchanged in the wind and blood rain.

    &nbMo Ran once again felt that the vines that bound him shrank for a while, and his internal organs were about to be twisted into residues. He yelled in pain, and gasped for breath, shouting out the thoughts in his mind¡ª¡ª

    "Chu Wanning, you are capable! Looking back, I won't fuck/kill you!"

    There was no sound.

    Chu WanNing: ""

    Xue Meng was stunned: ""

    Tianwen suddenly retracted into Chu Wanning's palm, turned into a little golden light, and then disappeared.  Tianwen is fused into Chu Wanning's blood and bones, and he goes out as he is called, and disappears as he disappears.

    Xue Meng's face was pale, and he stuttered: "Master, Master Master"

    Chu Wanning didn't say a word, drooping the black and long eyelashes, looking at his palms for a while, then raised his eyes, his face didn't collapse, but his complexion was more gloomy and cold, he used "Nie  "You should die" eyes, stared at Mo Ran for a moment, then said in a low voice:

    "Tianwen is broken, I'll fix it."

    Chu Wanning dropped such a sentence, turned around and left.

    Xue Meng is a stupid child: "Heaven, God asks this kind of martial arts, will it be broken?"

    Chu WanNing heard it, and then glanced back at him with the eyes of "devils should die".  Xue Meng suddenly shuddered.

    Mo Ran lay dying on the ground, his face dull.

    What he was thinking just now was really looking for an opportunity to fuck Chu Wanning to death. He knew very well that this master Chu, who is known as "Yuheng in the late night, the Immortal of the Big Dipper", has always paid attention to the cultivation of elegance and integrity, and he couldn't stand being stepped on by others.  Defiled and crushed.

    But how can Chu Wanning know about this kind of thing!

    Mo Ran groaned like an abandoned dog, covering his face.

    Thinking of the look in Chu Wanning's eyes before leaving, he felt that he was probably not far from death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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