Chu Wanning was the first to walk out of the corridor. Unlike the narrowness in the corridor, he stepped out of the last stone steps. What caught his eye was a huge empty platform. It was hard to see the end with his eyes. It was like a pure land floating above the sky.

At this time, a bright moon was in the sky, and the fields of the high platform were lonely, and no grass grew. Looking up, I saw a gust of wind, and the shadows of clouds were hazy, and there was a person sitting in the center of the high platform.

Xu Shuanglin.

The people behind came out one after another, but they were stunned when they saw Xu Shuanglin. Xue Zhengyong was even more surprised and said, "Why... this... what's going on?"

Someone else gasped and whispered: "Oh my God, why is this happening?"

"Is he dead or alive?"

Mo Ran walked towards him. The closer he got, the more the scene in front of him became, the colder it became. Xu Shuanglin sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes. The right half of his body was completely rotten, and there was no human form at all. Pseudo, blood and black water kept gushing out of his body, and the stench was stinking. In front, behind, left and right, there were five Shenwus with extremely fierce auras inserted.

Mo Ran's fingertips couldn't help but curl up - he saw Bugui.

The light green glow spread from the ground, and finally gathered with the light of the other four weapons into a stream, pouring into Xu Shuanglin's heart, illuminating Xu Shuanglin's rugged face, making the light and dark flash.

Behind Xu Shuanglin, a cloud of black smoke was hovering and twisting, as if it was a barrier that was about to form agglomerate.

Others followed one after another.

Huang Xiaoyue murmured in disbelief: "This is...this is the martial soul technique?"

Xue Meng didn't know what martial soul technique was. He was about to ask his father, but when he turned his head, he saw Xue Zhengyong's face turned pale. Obviously, he didn't believe that someone would use this technique at all.

"What the hell is this?"

It was obviously not the only one who didn't know the martial soul technique, but there was another junior asking softly.

Chu Wanning stared at Xu Shuanglin's face and said, "The art of martial soul is to dedicate his soul to the blood-stained Shenwu, and make a contract with Shenwu, swearing that after death, his soul will be torn to pieces and swallowed by Shenwu's weapon spirit and become a sacrifice to temper Shenwu."

"Living sacrifice weapon?" Xue Meng was stunned, "Why do you do this?"

"Because his spiritual power is not enough." Chu Wanning said, "This is a way to quickly and greatly enhance his strength. He dedicated his soul to Shenwu, and Shenwu lent his power to him."

While I was talking, I suddenly heard a faint sigh.

Almost everyone couldn't help but take a step back, Xue Menglongcheng unsheathed and stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.

Xu Shuanglin slowly opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, he raised his face, half as normal, half as smelly mud.

"Master Chu...you guys, you've come here."

He stood shakingly on the ground with one hand, his eyes swept across his face, either alert, disgusting, or fearful.

He didn't care. His normal eyes were turning, and there was even a kind of malicious teasing and evil spirit inside. But he swept around and then he didn't notice the existence of that person. The malice of smiling face frozen and disappeared.

Xu Shuanglin shouted in a low voice: "Where is Ye Wangxi?!"

Xue Meng said angrily: "You deserve to mention her name?"

"What's wrong with her?"

Xue Meng was even more angry: "Do you care? What kind of person you are like who is heartless and fleshless, what kind of face do you have to worry about Ye Wangxi?"

The word "worry?" seemed to stir up Xu Shuanglin. He was stunned at first, then narrowed his eyes, and seemed to slowly calm down. "No, how could I worry about it? It's really ridiculous..."

Jiang Xisenran said: "What are you doing when talking nonsense with him? Kill him!"

As he said that, he raised his right hand and Xuehuang's sword appeared in his palm, and he was about to slash Xu Shuanglin. Unexpectedly, a black shadow was as fast as lightning, which actually blocked his offensive.

Jiang Xi raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth and said, "Why did Grandmaster Mo stop me?"

"I have something to ask him!" Mo Ran said, turning around, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. He pursed his lips. He seemed to want to say a few more words, but in the end he spit out only four words, "Where is your accomplice?"

Xu Shuanglin was slowly and slowly—he was like this, and he could still rub his toes slowly—at the same.

So Mo Ran noticed that he was not wearing shoes today.

"Everyone said it was my accomplice." Xu Shuanglin showed her white teeth and smiled. The smile on her face looked very bright, with a hint of mockery, "Then you should know that I will never say it. I, Mr. Xu, still understand this kind of loyalty in the world. All heroes and gentlemen, don't take this extra effort."

He took a special look at the ghost in Mo Ran's hand and said, "There is no need to use other methods of interrogation. At worst, you can raise your hand and cut off your tongue - I always have a way not to tell the truth."

Xue Meng seemed very surprised: "You, a person like you, you are so embarrassed to say what kind of loyalty in the world..."

"It's strange, why can't I say that the world is loyal?" Xu Shuanglin said, "Friends help each other, brothers are kind and respectful, teachers are kind and disciples are filial, good people enjoy peace, evil people are punished, this is what the world should be like. Do you think this principle is the only one of you who understands?"

Xue Meng was shocked by his thick face as thick as a city wall, and pointed at him and said, "Brothers, brothers, respectful brothers, and filial masters, and filial piety...you?"

Xu Shuanglin slowly said: "Yes, how?"

"Are you still shameless? You are the one who is fratricidal to brothers and sisters, and you are the one who instigated Nangong Liu to eat Luo Fenghua's spirit core. You have done all the bad things, and you... can you say so righteously - this is what the world should look like?"

Faced with Xue Meng's series of questions, Xu Shuanglin grinned and did not refuse, but suddenly said: "Little brother, this year, Gui Geng?"

"What do you ask about this?"

"It's better if you don't tell me." Xu Shuanglin looked him up and down and said, "I think you are only twenty years old. A twenty-year-old man always stands between heaven and earth with a passionate look, full of innocence, and feels that there is nothing in the world that he can't do."

He paused, and Can smiled and said, "It's so good at age."

The light of the magic weapon on the ground was flowing continuously, continuing to give him powerful spiritual power. He used this spiritual power to maintain his control of thousands of precious chess pieces and resist the backlash of the chess pieces. However, even so, his skin was still festering little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xu Shuanglin didn't care. He seemed to be unable to see his body being swallowed by evil aura. He paced back and forth in front of the coiled barrier behind him: "Twenty years old... do you know what I was doing when I was about the same age as you?"

"What else can you do?" Xue Meng said indignantly, "Who doesn't know the little thing you did? You deprived the leader of the sect and became the head of the Religious Sect instead of your brother. In just two months, you killed two lords of the upper world. Later, someone asked you to ask for an explanation, and you dug out all their eyes - you are a pervert, unrighteous, unkind, closed your ears and listened to you! If I did these things like you, when I was twenty years old, then I would rather die suddenly at the age of twelve!"

Seeing him excited, Xue Zhengyong was afraid that he would attract Xu Shuanglin's attention and could not afford to take it. He whispered: "Meng'er, please say less."

"No." Little did he know that Xu Shuanglin heard this sentence, so he waved his hand with a smile, "So, why not say a few less?"

When Xue Meng saw that he was still smiling, the expression on his face was like watching a parrot slapping his wings on the shelf and singing. It was full of playfulness. He couldn't help but feel excited and said in anger: "You, you are really shameless! There is no cure for help!"

"What shameless things are there? What you said is nothing." Xu Shuanglin said, "You said I was deprived of the ring of the head coach - since ancient times, there are those who can live in it. My brother's trash can do nothing, but with a smooth tongue that is not bad, he can even make a fortune. People who have never competed with him think he is one of the best people, and call us the two young masters of Confucian style - spiritual power and magic are equal - don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"Me, and him?" Xu Shuanglin patted his forehead and sneered, "Stop funny. Since I was a child, I could use one hand to defeat him and use all the four legs. I asked me to go hand in hand with him? When I was practicing hard all day, he only knew to act coquettishly in his mother's arms and peel oranges! I practiced in winter and practiced in summer and was not a day of study, but he was just sleeping in the hot summer! Later, in order to get a real reputation at the Lingshan Conference, he asked for a good reputation for enjoying his achievements! Later? You gave the people who practiced hard, but gave him a good reputation as the best hero in the world. Is this fair?"

Xue Meng hesitated for a moment, but insisted: "Then you won't be able to do this..."

"Nonsense! It's easy to speak while standing and speak without any pain. It's easy to blame others for being righteous. When it's your turn, you will all become another face. Will you endure this kind of thing if you were the Lingshan Conference?!"

Xue Mengleng was stunned by his rebel against the army.

If he were the ones, could he tolerate it?

"Hundreds of people in the venue pointed at you, saying that you were ashamed of your shame, and the ranking and applause were all his. All that was left to you was left with injustice that would never be washed away for a lifetime. Your diligence and hard work will be defeated in front of his brilliant lotus - is this fairness?"

"I……"

Seeing Xue Meng being stunned and unable to speak, Xu Shuanglin sneered: "Let's talk about the two leaders. One of them, one knocks on wooden fish all day long, Namo Amitabha Buddha is better than anyone else, and the other is a mighty and upright gentleman who is well-known in the world, but for their own selfish interests, they pushed me down the abyss with expressionless expression. Please ask you, why should I spare my life?"

When the two sects present heard him say this, their faces were blue and purple. They wanted to argue, but they could not make any ups and downs. Finally, Master Xuanjing from Wubei Temple sighed lightly, closed his eyes and closed his eyes and said, "When will the revenge be repaid..."

"Yes, when will it be, I wish I could understand the grudge, but why is it me?" Xu Shuanglin said in anger word by word, but his face was still smiling, with a calm smile, and even a little ridiculed, "I slapped you, and then said when will the grudge be repaid? I won't let you slap you back. Are you willing, bald donkey?"

Someone said angrily: "Nangong Xu, put your mouth cleaner! How can you speak to your senior like this!"

"I'm also your senior, too." Xu Shuanglin smiled, "Little Guai, put your mouth cleaner for me."

“…”

Huang Xiaoyue twisted her whiskers and said: "Nangong Xu..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party made a stop gesture, holding half-healthy and half-rotten corners of his mouth: "I'll discuss, can you call me Xu Shuanglin? I don't like the name Nangong Xu."

Huang Xiaoyue brushed her sleeves: "Even if you want to seek justice, you should have paid off after killing those two sects. Later, what's the point of digging out so many people's eyes?"

Xu Shuanglin said happily: "I used to reason with you, but no one listened to me."

He paused and laughed: "Later, I became a madman, but you want to pull the madman to talk about the distinction between black and white. You gentlemen are... interesting." He slapped, "It's so interesting."

Mo Ran, who had not spoken next to him, suddenly asked: "So, you just demand fairness yourself, right?"

"..." Xu Shuanglin's eyes moved up inch by inch, and moved to Mo Ran's face.

The two of them looked at each other on the chilly stone platform.

In Mo Ran's eyes, Xu Shuanglin's shadow gradually blurred. What he saw seemed not the man in front of him with rotten limbs and suffocating.

Through Xu Shuanglin, he saw another shadow, wearing a pearl-shaped crown and a black and gold robe. He saw the Emperor of the Immortal and saw himself in his previous life.

"We met Nangong Liu on the way here. He called you Your Majesty and you gave yourself a god." Mo Ran said, "You have become the emperor in the Heavenly Palace, holding the power of judgment. What you say is right and what you say is right, what you say is wrong, what you say is outrageous, life and death are all up to you, this is your fairness?"

Xu Shuanglin was silent for a moment, then sneered.

So Mo Ran saw the immortal sneering, and his pale and handsome face was covered with sarcasm.

"So what? You have seen it. I once believed that I am a gentleman who believed in the so-called fairness of the world, but what is the result?"

He paused and paced back and forth in front of the Divine Martial Arts Formation, his eyes flashed with a sudden light: "It is you who regards cowards as heroes and tramples heroes under his feet. It is you who regards efforts as dirt and cultivates the toilet into an altar. It is you who regards flattery as friendship and pride as a stance - you have done all the evil things and trampled me into the quagmire!! Then he told me, even if I have suffered many sins, even if my brothers have been framed, even if they are not covered in their clothes, and if they have been humiliated - that is my own business, and no matter how they do, they should not vent their resentment on innocent people - ha, it is a joke!"

Mo Ran saw that the sneer of the Immortal Lord became more and more exaggerated, and gradually turned into a grim smile.

"What thousands of people refer to is not you, but you are not you who bear the false guilt. Of course, you can say all the beautiful words in the world! And I am just seeking the world's truth in my own way."

"...There is a way in the world?" Mo Ran stood opposite the Emperor Taxian. He asked, "How many people have you killed for your own way in the world? You have called yourself the emperor, and there are bones and blood under your feet. Haven't you ever had a little repentance?"

"What's there to repent? I killed them, but I will give them a chance to be reborn. They will become my chess pieces. From then on, everything I do is under my control. From then on, black and white are clear, and good and evil are clearly distinguished. This is the justice of the world."

Mo Ran was silent for a while and said, "It seems that you really treat yourself as a ruler to measure the world."

"I'm this ruler."

Xu Shuanglin stands in the wind.
To be continued...