In an instant, the monks covered in black swooped through the clouds with swords, like gulls and herons fighting for food, attacking the camp with heavy casualties below.

Mo Ran had already reacted at this time. As the Emperor of the Immortal in his previous life, these people were controlled by Zhenlong chess pieces with too much aura. These chess pieces were made exquisitely, perfectly, and strongly, completely different from the half-baked ones made by Xu Shuanglin.

It's absolutely impossible to be their opponent.

Mo Ran almost turned around in a horror and shouted at those who had never experienced the real power of Zhenlong Chess: "Run!!"

He grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist next to him tightly, and then pulled Jiang Xi, who was kneeling on the ground, pushing everyone along the way, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"Run! Get out of here quickly! Leave the soul convening platform quickly! Don't stay! Don't fight! You can't beat it!!"

Without saying more, when the first chess piece landed on the ground and waved his sword, everyone was shocked to realize his terrifying strength and rushed towards the corridor.

Running in the front was the timid owner of the Horse Manor, he was the first to rush to the stone gate of the corridor and then stopped.

The people behind them all stopped one by one, and they roared around and some people shouted, "What's wrong?! Why stop?!"

The voice of the owner of Ma came from the front of the dark corridor with obvious fear and crying voice.

"Close, close..."

“What’s closed?”

"When Hua Binan escaped, she closed the stone gate..." Master Ma said, his feet softened, and he knelt on the ground in despair with tears in his face. "This is the stone of Jiaoshan. Once closed, without the blood of the Nangong family, it will definitely not be able to open it."

Someone hurriedly said, "Although Nangong Si is gone, there is still Nangong Liu! Isn't his father who was made into Zhenlongqi still on the mountain? Where are others?"

"In the front hall, I felt that he was useless and didn't bring him there..."

Despair filled the entire corridor, and the breath of darkness soaked their bones.

"What should I do?"

"Do you go out and fight hard?"

There were still unknown people outside and there were more people who couldn't squeeze in, so they could only grit their teeth and fight with the mysterious chess pieces that came out of the sky split.

In the darkness, Huang Xiaoyue suddenly roared: "Let me go over! I can open this door!"

He tried hard to squeeze everyone away, like a fierce fish on a migratory journey, rushing all the way to the stone gate.

The owner of Manor Ma raised his tearful face and said blankly: "Master Huang?"

"Get out of the way, let me do it!"

"But your surname is Huang, and you don't have Nangong..."

Huang Xiaoyue ignored him, and the golden sword came in. He waved his wide sleeves. Fortunately, he still had a little Nangong Si's blood, which was secretly saved to steal the treasure secret room. He also specially cast a spell on the blood to prevent it from drying out and condensing immediately.

However, this magic spell could not last long, and at this moment he couldn't help but be glad that all the shocking changes happened in a flash, hoping that this blood would be useful.

Huang Xiaoyue pressed his thin old hand hard on the broken stone.

Sure enough, the misty voice of the demon dragon came from the corridor: "Who is here?"

Heartbeat bang.

Huang Xiaoyue said: "The Confucian style family... The seventh generation of the originating blood clan, Nangong Si, worshipped him."

Slow down for a moment.

The demon dragon said hoarsely: "Wang Li... I respectfully send you... Master..."

"boom--"

The stone gate descended, Huang Xiaoyue was the first to leave the corridor, and the disciples of Jiangdongtang followed one after another. The owner of the Ma Manor quickly got up and raised his hand and said in a hurry: "Wait for me! I'll come out, I'll come out--"

A sword hit his chest.

The owner of the Ma Manor's face stagnated and looked up in shock: "Master Huang, what are you doing?"

Huang Xiaoyue sneered: "When I just got caught in the heart-piercing worm, my camp was already in opposition. If you were let go of you now, the war would probably end in the future. Those who wanted to settle accounts with Huang would be like an ant yamen. Huang is old and can't afford to make trouble."

The owner of the Ma Manor said in horror: "No, no, no! What do you want to do! Don't be careless! You have something to say! Oh, what kind of revenge are you going to do business. Master Huang quickly let us out. In the future, the goods from Taobao Villa will be given half price to the nobles - no, half price at half price!"

A trace of ferociousness appeared on Huang Xiaoyue's old face, and he mocked: "Half-price? If you get the treasure of Rufengmen Jiaoshan, how can the world's wealth still fall into my eyes? It's just Taobao Villa, what's the thing!"

As he said that, he was the only man in charge of the pass and pushed the owner of the Ma Manor hard.

Ma Yun fell to the ground, and the crowds crowded behind her were all sitting around.

And they struggled to get up, and the last scene they saw was Huang Xiaoyue and Jiangdongtang standing outside. Huang Xiaoyue pulled the mechanism that fell to the sealing stone. His face was flashing with greed, longing, and gloating...

The people in Jiangdongtang behind him looked like a villain, and some even said bluntly: "I deserve it, let you look down on others along the way."

"We Huang Zhuang was obviously not at fault, but he was scolded by you and others all the way and suffered all the grievances. Why should he help me with the blood he risked his life?"

boom!

The stone gate was sealed again.

This time, the corridor was trapped in endless darkness and confusion.

There was a dead silence.

In despair, a female cultivator who finally collapsed and sobbed. The sadness was contagious. Soon most people were discouraged and lazy, lost their fighting spirit, and were in trouble. They could neither move forward nor wanted to go out.

"Sister...I don't want to die yet..."

“Master…”

"Dad, let's go out and fight to the death. It's better than being trapped here."

The voice of people buzzed.

At this moment, there was a voice that had been silent for a long time, with a hint of trembling and more determination.

He said, "I'll do it."

The gray-faced Lord Ma turned his head tremblingly. Seeing a beam of fire light up, he opened his eyes slightly and said in surprise: "Master Mo?"

Mo Ran's hand held the fireworks in his hand, reflecting his handsome face with uncertain light and darkness. He walked to the sealing stone and stood still.

"You, you also left Nangong Si's blood?"

Mo Ran didn't answer. He knew that although someone was resisting the entrance of the corridor, he would definitely not support it for too long, and the chess pieces would soon come in.

He went up the mountain and was in danger when Nangong Si was in danger. He felt passionate many times and wanted to do this, but in the end he failed.

He thought that he was favored by God, and this time he could escape the public's eyes and escape the disaster.

But at this time, he knew that he had no choice.

There is no way out.

"Master Mo..."

He ignored the owner of Ma. He pulled out the silver short knife attached to his waist and blew it hard in his palm.

In an instant, blood flowed all over his palm.

At this time, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong had already arrived, Chu Wanning was there, and they stopped behind Mo Ran. Xue Zhengyong's voice was confused: "Ran'er, what are you doing? It's useless. Jiaoshan will only obey the orders of the Nangong family, and it will be useless for you to bleed."

Mo Ran couldn't look back, his bloody hand was trembling slightly.

After all, he slapped the sealing stone hard.

The tentacles are cold and sharpen the muscles and bones.

He closed his eyes.

The distant voice of the demon dragon, Wuli, echoed in this darkness again.

"Who is coming?"

Throats are scattered.

Mo Ran, under the gaze of the crowd, answered slowly and slowly in a very depressing silence-

"The Confucian Feng Sect...the seventh generation of the originating blood clan relative."

Xue Meng suddenly changed his expression and staggered back, shaking his head: "What..."

Xue Zhengyong's face looked even worse than him. He opened his eyes wide, stared at Mo Ran's tall and straight black back, and murmured: "How is it possible...?"

Every word is like a sharp knife.

Even though I knew that my blood would flow out of control, I would have no other choice.

He whispered the last half of the sentence: "Mo Ran Mo Shishes, bow to him."

Xue Meng's voice was hoarse and her eyes were naked and she shouted: "Impossible!!"

But the door opened after all.

The ethereal voice of Wuli, as thin as smoke, pierced into the heart of the eardrum like a sharp bayonet.

"Yan Li... I respectfully send you... Master..."

"Ran'er..."

Xue Zhengyong was completely stunned and couldn't say a word.

Chu Wanning was also in a state of confusion. He helped Xue Zhengyong in time and looked up at the front.
To be continued...