Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Shizun, How Can I Humiliate You?
Now that Bi Tan Village was gone, even if Huang Xiaoyue wanted to stay, she had no reason to.
He could only go up the mountain.
Mo Ran wanted to end the battle quickly, so he took the lead and rushed into Mount Huangshan's barrier. Jiang Dongtang's men followed closely behind. As soon as they entered the wizardry barrier, Mo Ran was still fine, but the people of Jiang Dongtang all screamed —
It was a dead person.
There were dead people everywhere.
There were corpses all over the ground, all over the trees, lying on the ground and hanging on the treetops. They were moving, crawling, twisting, and moving at an extremely slow speed towards every living person.
Phoenix Mountain had turned into a mountain of corpses!
Seeing this, Huang Xiaoyue took the lead and whipped out her horsetail whisk. In the blink of an eye, four or five heads of the corpses were chopped off. Before Mo Ran could react to why this old man suddenly became so valiant, he heard him cry out in pain and fall to the ground in an extremely exaggerated posture. His eyes rolled back and he coughed up blood.
Mo Ran: "…"
The disciples of Jiang Dongtang hurriedly rushed forward. "Senior Huang!"
"Senior …"
"It doesn't matter. Although this old man is heavily injured, I can still contribute some strength." Huang Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but after two steps, her knees went soft and she fell back to the ground, gasping for breath.
The disciples said anxiously, "Senior, it's better if you rest outside. There are too many evil spirits here. I'm afraid your heart veins will be damaged."
"Yes, yes."
At first, Huang Xiaoyue tried her best to refuse. As she refused, she vomited blood. The blood was still mixed with sticky saliva. It was indescribably disgusting. After a few times, Huang Xiaoyue led most of the Jiang Dongtang disciples and put on a regretful expression. The crowd was like a school of carps crossing the river. They rushed out of the enchantment of Mount Huangshan.
This barrier prevented people from entering, but it did not prevent people from escaping. Soon, there were only a few people left in Jiang Dongtang. At this time, a young man suddenly came down from the foothills in front of them. The young man had light golden hair, deep blue eyes, and a cold expression.
He and Mo Ran looked at each other, both slightly startled.
Mo Ran reacted first. "… Brother Mei?"
Mei Hanxue nodded, cold and not fond of words.
Mo Ran asked anxiously, "Have you seen my Master and the others?"
"It's right ahead." As he said this, a corpse staggered up from behind Mei Hanxue. Just as Mo Ran was about to remind him, he saw a cold sword light. Mei Hanxue had already summoned her sword, and without turning her head, she stabbed a hole in the corpse's chest.
He pulled out the sword with a puff. Black liquid flowed from the tip of the sword. Mei Hanxue's expression was grave and stern. She wiped away the blood on the sword and said, "You go up, straight ahead. The first mountain path is to the left. There are too many corpses. We are currently clearing the path. Everyone is there."
Mo Ran thanked him and was about to catch up. Mei Hanxue stopped him again.
"Wait."
"Is something the matter, Brother Mei?"
"Mm. The Palace Master and Madam Rong are old friends. She was worried and had me turn back to see the two from the Confucian Wind Sect. How are they? Are they still outside? "
When Mo Ran heard this, his heart relaxed. He said, "They are still waiting outside. Nangong Si has cast a binding spell on herself. But Huang Xiaoyue has gone out. I'm afraid she will do something to make things difficult for them. I ask you to take care of her. "
Mei Hanxue pursed her lips and didn't say anything else. With a tap of her foot, she disappeared from the end of the barrier.
Mo Ran didn't delay and immediately rushed to the large group.
It was strange. He originally thought that with so many corpses, he should have seen the remains of his own people on the road, but there weren't any. There were chopped up corpses everywhere, rotten flesh. Although it was disgusting, there weren't any cultivator's remains mixed in.
Was it because all the Sect Masters had brought their outstanding elites?
He didn't have the leisure to think about it. He immediately threw himself into the battle to clean up the foothills. If it was said that he had just walked along the place where everyone had already fought, those zombies had already been weakened to the point where they didn't have any fighting strength. But now that he started, he felt even more strange.
It was too simple.
He felt that he wasn't fighting with evil spirits at all. It was as if he was slaughtering ordinary people without the strength to truss a chicken.
This situation made him uneasy. He vaguely had an extremely terrifying guess …
"Hee hee hee —"
Suddenly, a zombie hung down from the tree in front of him. Its hair was disheveled, and it reached out to grab Mo Ran's neck. Mo Ran suddenly swept back. The zombie immediately turned its head, its nostrils twitching. It grabbed his shoulder with one hand and wanted to bring its sinister rotten face closer.
Mo Ran was extremely disgusted, but he still took advantage of this opportunity to observe it first. Then, he lifted his foot and ruthlessly kicked it into the crowd of zombies, knocking down several zombies that came over.
"Mo Ran!"
At this time, Xue Meng also fought back to back with him. Xue Meng gasped for breath. His cheeks were splashed with some black blood. His eyes were like lightning. He said in a low voice, "What's going on? Are these corpses for fun? Are they playing a sea battle? How can they be so weak! "
Mo Ran's eyes were cold, revealing a chill. In his previous life, the Emperor Ta had read all kinds of evil arts. He already had a vague guess in his heart, but at this time, he didn't have enough clues, so he couldn't make a conclusion.
Mo Ran gritted his teeth and said, "These aren't cultivator corpses. They're ordinary people. "
"What?!" Xue Meng was shocked. He turned his head and asked, "These people are f * cking rotten into black ash. Each one of them is like charcoal. How can you tell if they're cultivators or not? I can't f * cking tell if they're men or women! "
Mo Ran didn't answer directly. Instead, he said, "If I were to fight with you, and I didn't have time to dodge, and you grabbed my shoulder, what would you do?"
"… Why would you expose your shoulder to me? This is a big taboo in combat. Even eleven or twelve year old disciples wouldn't make such a mistake."
"Why is it a big taboo?"
"Because the spirit core is close! Grabbing your shoulder is equivalent to grabbing half of your spirit core. The other hand can stab into your chest, and you can immediately decide life and death! "
Mo Ran said, "Okay, just now there was a zombie that grabbed me like this — —"
Xue Meng was shocked, "How can you be so careless? Do you want to die?! "
Mo Ran interrupted him, "It didn't move."
"Ah?"
"At such a close distance, it didn't think that the other hand would attack my spirit core. For cultivators, protecting their own spirit nuclei and attacking other people's spirit nuclei in close proximity is already a deep-rooted habit. Just like what you said, even 11 or 12 year old cultivators would do this. Even if they become zombies after death, the habit of fighting hand-to-hand will not change. However, this corpse didn't do this. "
Mo Ran paused for a moment, then said in a low voice.
"Why not? There are two possibilities. Can't do it, can't think of it. "
Xue Meng, "…"
Mo Ran said, "It's a rare opportunity to have both hands and feet intact. It's impossible that it can't be done. So it can only not think of it. … Most of these corpses were probably ordinary people when they were alive. Even if they died, they wouldn't be a match for these elites. So until now, not a single person has been injured. "
Xue Meng was shocked, "How can this be? What was Xu Shuanglin doing at Mount Huang when he wanted to pile up so many ordinary people? If he had the mental strength, why didn't he control the cultivators? "
Mo Ran said, "It's the same as before. Can't do it, can't think of it."
"How can he not think of it!"
"So there's only one left. Can't do it. " Mo Ran's gaze was heavy. Sparks splashed in his eyes like boiling molten iron falling into the night ocean. "Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power is not enough to control so many cultivators with the Exquisite Chess Game."
"Then it's useless for him to control these soft-footed shrimps?" Xue Meng kicked back another pile of zombies. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What can he do? What can he stop? "
Mo Ran didn't say anything else. The guess in his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.
He looked at the zombies that were fighting with the crowd, and soon, he discovered an extremely strange phenomenon. When the corpses that had their limbs cut off and their heads cut off fell to the ground, tiny vines would immediately extend out and directly pierce into their chests. Then, with a "poof" sound, the flesh on the chest, along with the heart, would be abruptly pulled into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
This was originally something that was extremely easy to discover. However, with the chaotic situation, everyone was overwhelmed. Those vines were small and thin. If one didn't stand still and observe from the side, they wouldn't be able to see them at all.
"Mo Ran?"
Xue Meng was still calling him, but Mo Ran didn't hear his voice at all.
Suddenly, he flew up and grabbed a zombie's neck. He flipped a concealed dagger in his hand and stabbed the zombie's heart.
Black blood instantly splashed all over his face!
Xue Meng suddenly opened his mouth wide and took two steps back. He was actually speechless.
He felt that Mo Ran must be crazy …
Mo Ran tilted half of his well-defined face. He quickly and fiercely pulled out the zombie's black-gray heart and shattered it, revealing a black chess piece inside.
This wasn't surprising. The zombies on Mount Huang were obviously under the control of the Exquisite Chess Game. That was why they were acting as accomplices. Mo Ran didn't want to see this chess piece. He rummaged through the bloodstains and endured the strong stench.
Xue Meng couldn't take it anymore. He bent over and vomited.
"You! Are you sick? This is too disgusting … Blargh … "
Mo Ran ignored him. His fingers moved through the blood clots and soon found what he was looking for.
On the back of the chess piece, there was a small red insect tightly clinging to it. It was the Soul-Eating Insect.
At the same time, dozens of thin and soft vines suddenly sprang up from the ground and attacked Mo Ran's bloody hands! He quickly dodged, but the vines moved faster and faster. They were determined to wrap the chess piece and the insect into the earth's core.
Mo Ran now completely understood Xu Shuanglin's intention and method.
His hair stood on end and his blood turned cold.
Because in this world, except for the Emperor Ta in his previous life, no one would think of obtaining this kind of evil secret technique!
Just like how the Return of the Waves was created by Chu Wanning, everything in front of Mo Ran, including the chess piece, the Soul-Eating Insect, the zombies, and all kinds of arrangements, all pointed to a formation that Mo Ran couldn't be more familiar with.
The Formation of Unity.
This was the formation that he personally created in his previous life!
If he was still guessing before, then the reappearance of this formation was like a blow to his head. Its reappearance undoubtedly confirmed two things.
First, other than himself, there must be someone else who was reborn in this world.
Second, that person who was reborn must be familiar with the style of the Emperor Ta in his previous life.
Mo Ran's hands trembled slightly. Black blood kept dripping from the gaps of his fingers. The black chess piece and the red insect were tightly held in his palm.
He dodged the flying vines, but his mind was in a mess.
In the chaos and horror, he suddenly remembered the broken memories of his previous life.
At that time, he was only nineteen years old.
At that time, the crack in the World of Spirits and Souls had just been repaired, and Shi Mei had just passed away. Behind everyone's back, he secretly practiced the Exquisite Chess Game for almost half a year.
Until that day.
The nineteen-year-old Mo Weiyu sat cross-legged and slowly opened his eyes.
Spreading out his palms, there were two black chess pieces lying in his palms. It was the first time in his life that he refined the Exquisite Chess Game.
Before that, he had tried thousands of methods, but they all ended in failure. He couldn't understand the obscure sentences written in the Forbidden Technique Remnant Scroll, but he couldn't ask Chu Wanning. In fact, during that time, he was not willing to talk to Chu Wanning. Shi Mei's death became a gap that could never be filled between them.
This pair of master and disciple had long been dead.
In the last few months when he showed his evil face, he would occasionally meet a man in white walking on the road. But every time they met, he would pretend that he didn't see him and walk away without saying a word.
In fact, several times when they passed by each other on the Bridge of Helplessness, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that Chu Wanning seemed to want to say something to him. Unfortunately, Chu Wanning's dignity didn't allow him to take the initiative to call his disciple. And Mo Ran wouldn't give him more time to hesitate. He just left and never looked back.
In the end, they parted ways.
Without anyone's help, Mo Ran spent a long time to barely understand the meaning of the Forbidden Technique Remnant Scroll. He also knew the most critical point of the Exquisite Chess Game:
All chess pieces, whether it was the black chess piece or the more powerful white chess piece that could empathize with the caster, were all condensed by the caster's spiritual power.
And every time a chess piece was condensed, the consumption of spiritual power was very amazing. The spiritual power of refining a black chess piece was enough to perform hundreds of big moves, and refining a white chess piece could almost exhaust the spiritual power of a Great Master like Chu Wanning in an instant.
In other words, even if a person was exceptionally smart and had a great understanding of the Exquisite Chess Game, it was useless. Without enough spiritual power, they could only talk on paper. Although Mo Ran was talented and had abundant spiritual power, he was still a youth who hadn't even reached twenty years of age. So he spent all his effort and failed several times. In the end, he was only able to condense two black chess pieces.
At this moment, they were lying in his palm.
Mo Ran stared at the two black chess pieces, his eyes flashing with a strange light. In the dark room, only a candlestick that was about to burn out was lit, illuminating his face.
He did it.
At that time, he didn't care about the number of chess pieces at all. He was only ecstatic because he had successfully condensed the Exquisite Black Chess pieces. He did it!
He was such a handsome person, but he suddenly had the ferocious appearance of a beast.
When he walked out of the dark room, his head was dizzy. Half of it was because of the bliss, and the other half was because these two chess pieces had exhausted all his spiritual power. His whole body was exhausted. When he walked outside and was illuminated by the dazzling sunlight, he immediately felt dizzy and couldn't breathe.
His face turned red and white for a while. A blurry scene swayed in front of his eyes. In the distance, he saw two disciples of the Peak of Life and Death approach. The only thing he had time to do was to hide the two black chess pieces in his Qiankun Bag as soon as possible. Then, his legs went soft, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Half asleep, he knew he had been brought back to the disciples' room and was lying on a bed that wasn't very spacious. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a person sitting by the bed.
He had a fever and a headache. He couldn't see that person's appearance clearly, but he could vaguely feel that person's eyes were looking at him. They were so concerned, so attentive, so gentle, and even seemed to be filled with self-blame.
"Shi …"
His lips opened and closed, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't say a complete sentence. Tears flowed down his face first.
That white figure paused for a moment. Then, Mo Ran felt a warm hand caressing his face. That person wiped away the tears on his cheeks. That person sighed softly and said, "Why are you crying?"
"…"
Shi Mei, are you back?
Can you not leave … Don't die … Don't leave me alone …
Ever since my mother left, there's no second person in this world who treats me so gently and well like you. There's no second person who doesn't dislike me and is willing to stay by my side …
Shi Mei, don't leave …
His hot tears couldn't be stopped no matter what. He also felt that he was very useless, but he kept crying. In his dreams and in his sleep, he kept crying.
That person just sat by his bed and kept him company. Later on, that person held his hand and didn't say anything. That clumsy person just stayed by his side and didn't leave for even a moment.
Mo Ran thought of the two exquisite chess pieces in his Qiankun bag. He also knew that those chess pieces were the source of evil and were the seeds of the devil.
But they were also the bargaining chips he used to fight against the heavens and the earth when he couldn't get what he wanted.
In fact, refining the chess pieces didn't require only spiritual power. In the end, the sacrifice would be his soul, which was originally considered clean.
Mo Ran muttered. Under his wet eyelashes, his eyes were hazy. He looked at Shi Mei's phantom and said, "I'm sorry … If you were still here, I would also …"
I also don't want to walk on this path.
But he didn't have the strength to say the second half of his sentence. He fell into a deep sleep once again. When he woke up again, that white clothed man had already left. Mo Ran felt that this was a scene from his dream. But he remembered that there was originally a pot of incense burning in the room. It was used by Xue Zhengyong to calm his nerves. It was very fragrant, but he didn't like to smell it.
The incense was already extinguished.
It was a very long incense, but it wasn't completely burned. It was extinguished by someone.
Who was it that came here?
He sat up and stared blankly at the incense burner. He thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it. He saw that his clothes, accessories, the Shenwu Modao, and his Qiankun Bag were all neatly placed on the table.
He came back to his senses and hurriedly got down barefooted to get his Qiankun Bag.
He opened it. Fortunately, the three knots he deliberately tied before he fainted were still the same three. No one had touched them.
Mo Ran let out a sigh of relief and rummaged through the bag. He saw that the two Zhenlong Chess pieces, as black as the night, were hibernating in the corner, like two ghost eyes harboring evil intentions. They wanted to devour him.
He stared at the two chess pieces in a daze for a while.
This was probably fate — if Chu Wanning had flipped through Mo Ran's Qiankun Bag at that time, everything would have changed.
But Chu Wanning wouldn't casually flip through other people's things. Even if the bag was open, he wouldn't look twice.
Mo Ran took out the chess pieces. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart beat like a drum.
What should he do now? How should he use these two chess pieces …
This was the first time he had condensed a sharp weapon. He couldn't wait to try it — but who should he look for? In a flash of lightning, an extremely crazy idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Chu Wanning.
He wanted to put the chess pieces into Chu Wanning's body.
After he fought his way in, would that cold, heartless, hypocrite man obey his every order from now on? Would he never stand if he asked him to kneel?
Could he make Chu Wanning kneel in front of him and apologize? Could he make Chu Wanning fall at his feet? Could he make Chu Wanning call him master? Could he stab him and bite him!?
Extreme excitement made the light in Mo Ran's eyes begin to distort.
Yes, torture him …
This high and mighty immortal, what would be the most painful? The most shameful?
Humiliating him …
Mo Ran held the two chess pieces tightly. His mouth and tongue were dry and hot.
He fell into a strong sense of excitement and anxiety. He licked his chapped lips. He couldn't wait to do this. He wanted to see Chu Wanning's pale neck. Then he would reach out and touch it, feel that slight tremble, and then …
Break his neck? Crush his bones?
Mo Ran felt unhappy.
He felt empty and unsatisfied for no reason.
It was too boring to let Chu Wanning die. Even if he imagined it, he was unwilling. He wanted to see him cry, he wanted to see him crawl, he wanted to see him live a life worse than death, ashamed and angry.
He always felt that there was a better way to vent his anger.
He put a chess piece to his lips. The cold touch touched his lips. He muttered in a low voice, "You can't stop me, Chu Wanning. There will be such a day soon. I will let you … "
Let you what?
He hadn't thought it through at that time. He didn't know that a large part of his surging desire at the moment was the desire to conquer and sexual desire for Chu Wanning.
But he already had that terrifying male instinct.
He wanted to bury the first demon seed that he condensed into Chu Wanning's body.
He wanted to dirty him.
He got up, pushed the door and walked out —
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