"How..." Mo Ran took a step back, shook his head and murmured, "How is it possible? It's really you..."

"Yes, it's me."

The Immortal Lord looked at him slowly, then smiled: "Well... I thought that after you were reborn, I probably didn't remember too much about my previous life, but seeing how you are now, it seems that they are still very clear?"

“…”

"And look at your expression, you seem to have guessed the existence of me. This is not too stupid."

Mo Ran was stuttering. He had a lot to say, and those words were about to rush out of his throat, but in the end he broke through the siege, an incredible roar: "But you are clearly dead!!!"

"oh?"

"You took the □□ as early as in Wushan Palace. The King of Poisons is absolutely impossible to survive! You died in front of the Tower of Tongtian and buried in the coffin under the flower tree. You are already dead!!"

The Immortal Lord chuckled: "This is not enough reason."

He said, slowly raising his eyes and showing a sharp and harsh smile. His eyes were now like the sharp beak of a bird of prey, trying to break the shell of Grandmaster Mo and break through.

"Why, I'll tell you one?" He spoke softly, calmly playing with people in his palms, and chuckled, "Yes, I'm really dead. The person who best proves that I'm already alive is standing in front of you."

Mo Ran: "..."

"Because you are the soul that escaped from the sky." The Immortal Lord laughed, "The most kind-hearted master Mo. Through the rolling world, there are people who often come to tell me, what do you say about your heroic deeds?"

He grinned.

"You are so interesting. I thought you didn't remember too much of your past life, so I pretended to be so ok. But you actually remember it."

"..." Mo Ran clenched his back teeth.

"Oh, Master Mo, do you think that as long as you remain silent, no one will know the truth? Do you think that as long as you put down your butcher knife, you can start over? The most important thing is, do you think..."

The immortal king suddenly started to make a more ruthless move, strangling Chu Wanning's neck, and his nails were deeply trapped in the flesh. Chu Wanning's skin was blue and purple, frowned and angry, but couldn't say a word.

"Do you think that my world has no fire, and I will be kind enough to let you enjoy the light alone?"

"Don't touch him!"

The Immortal Lord sneered: "Don't touch him? You don't think it's ridiculous for you to say this to me?"

He held Chu Wanning and slowly walked around in circles.

He and Mo Ran were looking at each other.

The Immortal Lord is staring at Grandmaster Mo.

Mo Ran was staring at Mo Weiyu.

The past life is staring at this life.

The Immortal Lord mocked him: "Don't you know how I moved him? Now I'm pretending to be a good person."

"Don't say it!"

"Well? Why don't you say that? Do you think those things are not interesting or comfortable? After years of separation, life and death are in a flash, don't you think you should have a happy conversation?"

Mo Ran couldn't help but shake his head. His face was probably even worse than Chu Wanning's at this moment. He was angry and helpless, guilt and despair: "Don't say it."

"Oh, you just want to shut up? It's so interesting. Our wise and kind Master Mo seems to..." The Immortal Lord thought about it and said three words, "I'm very scared."

Mo Ran could no longer wait. He watched Chu Wanning being tightly tied in the arms of the Immortal Lord, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He didn't know what to do, he just wanted to stop the demon in front of him, and just wanted to sink all the ugly and all the past into the ground and seal it in a coffin.

When the ghost light rose, it suddenly attacked the Immortal Lord. The red sparks crackled, and the light was even more fierce than ever before.

Avoiding the attack, the expression of the immortal king changed slightly: "... Tianwen?"

No, he had already come up with the answer after saying that, the light tentie with red light was not a question.

"...Your new magic weapon is very interesting." The face of the immortal king looked a little complicated. He stared at the vine whip for a moment, and then looked a little colder when he looked up at Mo Ran.

"Since that's the case..."

He said as he floated away, he handed Chu Wanning to a subordinate behind him, and then raised his hand and summoned him to return. "Come on, let's fight with me. I'm curious whether he is powerful when he is not returning or fierce when he is holding a vine whip."

As he said that, the fingers of the immortal king wiped the Mo Dao inch by inch, and the green light surged, and the spiritual power reached its peak.

At the same time, Master Mo's fingers brushed through the willow vines inch by inch, and saw the ghost red light overflowing, and the flames burned to the point of fierceness.

"Fire attribute?" Taxianjun sneered, "Although I am a spiritual core with both wood and fire attributes, I clearly remember that I am better at using wood rather than fire. Why did you change your temper?"

Mo Ran refused to answer silently. He looked cold and pursed his lips tightly, and there was a hint of shrillness in his eyes.

That was the eyes of a crumbling person standing by the cliff.

"Zheng!"

Two almost identical tall erect figures jumped up, and fiercely confronted the air, killing and fighting.

The ghost and Bugui Zai roared silently, and a surging spiritual current flowed out, just like a dragon meeting a giant whale, and the flood slashed at the beast. In an instant, bricks and stones in the Dragon Soul Palace splashed everywhere, and stones flew away. Their storm even brought up the magma of the Dragon Blood Pool, which squirted several feet high and fell all over the ground.

Everyone was attached to their spirits, so that the overflowing lava water would not burn him.

The Immortal Lord and the Grandmaster Mo were no exception. They fought fiercely, and the blades fought, and the vine danced into the wind. The black shadow pounced on the black, and the bloody eyes stared at the desperate, and each move was the peak, and the flames surged!

Another sharp whistle of a weapon, the two of them snatched their toes and soared into the air. The vine whip and the Mo Dao collided, and the splashed spiritual power reflected the two pale faces.

One is resurrected from the dead.

One life is more like death.

As the power struggled, thousands of snow surged in the eyes of the immortal king, and he shouted loudly: "If you don't return, you will be tempered!"

Master Mo gritted his teeth and slowly sank, "See ghosts, temper the spirit."

In an instant, their own spiritual power surged into the Divine Martial Arts. The two Divine Martial Arts each shone brightly, Liehong and Youbi fought. In the end, they could only hear the "bang" bursting sound, and Bugui hit Mo Ran's shoulder and pierced the left arm of the Immortal Lord when he saw a ghost.

Both of them groaned, one left and one right, each falling to the ground, panting, without feeling the pain in the wound, and paying attention to each other. They were like beasts fighting in a cage, either you die or I live.

The immortal gaze was dark: "Your every move and every move you make the vine whip is so similar to him."

"He" naturally refers to Chu Wanning.

Master Mo was unwilling to get involved with the Immortal Lord, and his eyes were ashamed: "Why don't you get out of here?"

"Let me get out?" Taxianjun sneered, "Mo Weiyu, what qualifications are you? After wearing sheepskin for a long time, you will not forget that your lips are still covered with sheep blood."

Without a word, he rose up again and fought with the final battle. The Immortal Lord rushed over, lava boiling under his feet and sparks flew everywhere, but how could he not know Mo Ran every move? He seemed to be watching his reflection in the lake. On the eve of the Immortal Lord's sword falling, he had retreated several feet. The sun was also burning under his feet and the fire was flowing.

The two of them made every move and move, and their every move was not as expected by the other party. In the blink of an eye, the peak duel was equal and no one could take advantage of each other.

Mo Ran's forehead was covered with sweat, and the immortal king was also breathing quietly. They were still lingering, staring, circles and rounds.

Sweat seeped between the dark eyebrows, and suddenly fell for a moment.

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and whispered: "What exactly are you doing all this?"

"As I said, the world of my place is gone, so don't be foolish about swallowing this last handful of fire."

Mo Ran suddenly became angry: "That is also your last handful of fire!!"

"But I can't get him." The Immortal Lord said in a sequel, "What's more, is there a difference between you and me? I'm full of blood, so you're clean? Why can I only live and die alone in the long night, but you can guard Shi Mei, Chu Wanning, and your ridiculous uncle and cousin - why are you?"

When Mo Ran heard him say this, he was stunned. After a while, he said, "You have obtained it."

“…”

Mo Ran looked at himself in his previous life. He kept saying in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and murmured: "What you have ever got was you trampling him under your feet... It was you who extinguished him with your own hands."

The expression of the immortal king suddenly became extremely dangerous. His nose bridge was slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be a waving of evil dragons in his pupils. He was so gloomy that even he even changed his claim: "I ruined him? It's ridiculous. How can you know that it wasn't him who ruined me?"

"You don't know the truth about Tianli back then!"

"I don't need to know." said Sengran, "Mo Weiyu, everything is too late. I think this is good. As long as he is alive and is my person, he can be pinned in my palm, whether he is happy, unwilling to accept it, hate me, or blame me, it doesn't matter."

He paused: "I just need to see him."

Mo Ran's voice was boiled by anger and pain, and was torn by the shame and trembling that covered the sky. He trembled slightly: "You have ruined him once. You have to destroy yourself and destroy him in this world... the second time..."

The immortal king suddenly showed his face, and he looked at Mo Ran's face back and forth.

Then he said, "What's wrong with destruction? Don't you think so? It doesn't matter whether this person is dead or alive. As long as he can hold it in the palm of his hand, he can do anything."

Mo Ran shook his head, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "You are wrong. You shouldn't treat him like this, he...he is the best person in this world."

"So ridiculous." The smile of the immortal king suddenly tightened, "He is the best person in the world to treat me? What about Shi Mei? Master Mo, don't you think you are ridiculous? The person you should be thinking about is clearly the Shi Mingjing who has always been gentle and never looked down on you. You told me that Chu Wanning is the best person in the world? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"You are the one who doesn't know what you are talking about!"

They were close together, and their spiritual power hissed and collided.

Mo Ran's eyes were red.

"He treated you with all his sincerity, but he was very stupid, and many things... he did so stupidly, and he didn't tell you. Be awake, the person you like is not Shi Mei at all. Have you ever had any thoughts about Shi Mei in the past years? Who is the person you think of when you lie on the empty bed in Wushan Hall?"

"...I don't deny that he feels so good at fucking." The Immortal Lord said indifferently, "But so what? He can never replace Shi Mei."

When Mo Ran heard him say this, he was clearly the self in his previous life, but his blood was so angry that he was buzzing inside his skull. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to insult him."

The Immortal Lord narrowed his eyes: "Why, you are now protecting him so much, are you getting together with him again?"

“…”

"You have been to him in this life?"
To be continued...