There was a bottomless gap before the road to martyrdom, which was the trace left by Chu Wanning's previous use of the corpse-breaking technique. At this time, the rain poured back into the ravines, as if the waterfall was noisy.

Above the gap, a man in black and gold robe turned his back to them, holding a Mo Dao with one hand, rushing to the air.

Hearing the movement, the man's fingertips moved slightly and slowly turned around.

It's Mo Ran!

In the morning wind, the heart was as if it was being slashed by an axe stone. Chu Wanning stared at the person in front of him in disbelief... What was going on?!

Boom-

Pale light flashed, and then thunder roared.

The pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of the Emperor of the Immortal. That face was so terrifying that Shi Mei couldn't help but take a step back.

But Chu Wanning couldn't help but walk two steps forward.

Bloodstains.

His face was covered with bloodstains. Except for his face, any inch of his skin exposed outside was also crisscrossed and flesh was turned up. He was like a broken corpse that had been dismembered but failed to dismember because the blade was not sharp enough. He was covered with cracks all over his body, but his handsome appearance still existed between his eyebrows and eyes.

“…”

Chu Wanning's lips were blue and white. He stood in the pouring rain, looking at the living dead man who had been cut into pieces.

The living dead were also staring at him, with blood and tears accumulated in his clear black and white pupils.

The spiritual consciousness of the Immortal Lord was unclear, memories and memories were fighting, and the soul and soul were fighting fiercely. Perhaps because it was too painful, he couldn't help but use the hand without a knife to hold half of his side face.

Black and red blood and rain flowed from the fingers.

His thick eyelashes were trembling, including the anger of the Immortal Lord, and the confusion of Master Mo: "...Why should I treat me like this?"

Chu Wanning: “…”

"Why do you want to kill me?" The man was stunned, with Chu Wanning's reflection reflected in his pupils. Slowly, his expression became helpless and soft, and he murmured: "Master, is there something wrong with me?"

"No……"

"Did I make you upset again?"

Listening to his voice, Chu Wanning's mind was broken and everything was messy. He thought, is the trance of the Immortal Lord in the rain? No... No, that's Mo Ran.

Whether it is the Emperor of the Immortals or the Grandmaster of Mo, they are all Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was covered in blood and walked towards him staggeringly. Under the blood, there was a white face of the corpse. There was no focus in his eyes, only a vast area of ​​sadness.

"What else did I disappoint you? You want to treat me like this."

The rain soaked into Chu Wanning's bones, trembling coldly. He just watched Mo Ran walk towards him step by step. Mo Ran was crying, and blood flowed out of his eyes.

"Stop whipping me with a whip... I will hurt you too... No matter how stupid or dull... you hit me... I will hurt you... Master..."

The tremors ranged from subtle to violent, to unsteady standing, Chu Wanning almost collapsed.

He knelt down, and in the heavy rain he curled up, his stomach as if torn and shattered by sharp claws. At this moment, he was more like a dead person than Mo Ran in front of him.

"I'm sorry..." Chu Wanning was hoarse and sad, "...I'm sorry..."

Your scars are as long as my pain.

Your hatred blood eventually sucked on me.

He knelt in front of Mo Ran, hunched over and shivered, and raised his head almost with all the courage he had left for the rest of his life, but he looked at the body that was being slapped by him and finally burst into tears: "It's me that I'm sorry for you..."

He didn't know what went wrong, probably because the living dead man with a soul still existed was not considered a real corpse, so the corpse-breaking spell did not take effect completely.

Mo Ran was not dead, but he became crazy. Those memories of his life, which were either painful or crazy, confused or sad, were surged one after another.

He is Mo Weiyu, Master Mo, Taxianjun, and Xiao Ran'er.

Countless fragments formed the broken man in front of him.

"Mo Ran..."

Hearing his voice, Mo Ran's pupils turned slightly. He stopped, and the rain was red at his feet, and the ground was covered with blood.

After a moment, the man whose spiritual consciousness was split suddenly became irritable, as if he was occupied by another consciousness. He began to pace back and forth, and his sinister expression seemed more and more hideous and terrifying on this twisted face.

"Chu Wanning! You hate me so much and take my life at all costs, right?"

"I hate you very much! I wish I could tear you into pieces and eat you to death for thousands of years! You can't blame me, you killed me-!"

The robe sleeves were rushing, and his eyes widened.

He was nervous and angry, as if he was about to rush up to slam Chu Wanning's throat into pieces the next moment.

But it is like a broken bow before it is full and a broken sword before it is broken.

There was only a loud bang, and a blue light hit the chest of the immortal king. The immortal king's eyes darkened and he suddenly became silent. After a few moments of calm, he slowly stood up straight, standing alone on the road to martyrdom in extreme cold.

Chu Wanning turned around and saw Shi Mei shakingly holding the rocks and still swaying the spell talisman. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce and fierce, shining with an exciting luster.

"It's almost the same thing as reminiscing about the past." Shi Mei bit his teeth and raised his fingers to make seals. He stared at the flesh-and-blooded Emperor of Immortality, "You know what's the most important thing. Since you're not dead, go and get the last thirty chess for me!"

"So quickly," he said, breathing, "can't drag it any more."

Under the light of the talisman, the Immortal Lord was originally in chaos, and his face, which was intertwined with good and evil, gradually became as quiet as death, as cold as frost and snow.

Whether it was the madness or resentment in his eyes, all his emotions disappeared.

The Immortal Lord nodded concisely, and the flames of the sword in his hand lit up. He replied almost numbly: "Yes. Master."

After he said that, he raised his hand and lowered the protective spell to protect Shi Mei. Then the black robe swept up like an eagle and wanted to fly towards the front hall. But he just rose to mid-air and a figure blocked in front of him.

Chu Wanning stopped him.

My whole body was soaked, and my heart had been crushed and trampled. I wish I could turn into mud and dust and crush it to pieces in the storm.

But he still has to stop him.

"I would be fine if more people live a comfortable life..."

That was what Mo Ran said to him when he was awake, so no matter how painful or exhausted he had to hold on until the last moment.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "Huaisha, call me."

The Immortal Lord looked at the familiar golden light in his palm, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Huaisha.

rainstorm.

The world is slumped and the sea of ​​blood is boundless.

Many years ago, they had a similar day. On that day, they all gave each other all their passion and devoted their entire lives to the fight, making the world change color and the golden crow sink.

I didn’t expect that the battle between master and disciple in my previous life would come to the world again through the prehistoric times.

People may always be destined for a lifetime, just like Nangong Si is destined to be unable to escape from his prime, Ye Wangxi is destined to become a beautiful gentleman, and the peak of life and death is destined to be doomed. The Immortal Lord and Chu Wanning are destined to face each other with swords.

Whether it is hatred or love.

Can't escape.

"Don't return. Summon."

With a deep and low voice, the green light shone the eyes of the immortal king. He was now under the strongest control by Shi Mei, and there was no slight wave in his eyes. He was like a mirror from hell, reflecting the lonely figure of Chu Wanning Cang in the rain.

The sword energy breaks the clouds, the sword crosses the rain!

In the wind, two figures, one black and one white, intertwined and killed each other, and the spiritual current collided!

They quickly dealt with each other in the wind and rain. In an instant, the sand was flat and the wind was swept. The water splashed around them, like the sea of ​​snow and the dust and smoke. No one was slacking off. They fought each other with all their might, and they fought from the back mountain to the tower of Tongtian.

The formation of this battle shook the earth, and for a moment, people on and down the mountain were alarmed and looked up at each other.

"Is it Chu Wanning?"

"He, why did he fight Mo Ran? Aren't they the same group?"

The raindrops were like thousands of horses stomping on the top of life and death. At the peak of life and death, Chu Wanning's golden light penetrated the sun and pierced the immortal's chest! However, before the light could reach, he could hear the sound of explosion. The flames of sunshine surged out of the immortal's palm with the splashing of lava, like a torrent of volcano swallowing the golden light!

"Bang!"

In an instant, broken tiles and broken bricks splashed everywhere, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.

Jiang Xi was leading everyone to fight against the chess pieces in front of the mountain gate. He reacted very quickly and shouted loudly: "Be careful!" After speaking, he suddenly opened a barrier to protect the people around him. The stones and sand and towering trees all hit his barrier.

Jiang Xi was extremely difficult to support her. She immediately squirted out a mouthful of blood, kneeling down on one knee, her lips and teeth were scarlet.

"Hurry up and open the barrier! I can't stop it!"

Many monks were panicked and thought about it at this time, and they rushed out of the barrier umbrella. They looked up at the direction of the Tower of Tongtian, and were stunned at this moment. What kind of strength are Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning...

In front of the Buddha Pagoda, the master and disciple were fighting more and more fiercely. Chu Wanning gritted his teeth to deal with every move and every move used by the Immortal Lord. Apart from him, there is probably no other person in this world who can take as many attacks as Emperor.

Only Chu Wanning can.

——The man in front of him, picking the tip of the knife and dodging under his feet, was similar to the past, and was taught by Chu Wanning himself.

It was at the top of life and death, and several times, even in front of the Tower of Heaven, that he adjusted Mo Ran's movements and postures step by step, repeatedly reminding him of the mantra. From the ignorant young man, he walked all the way to the moment when the weapons collided.

This is the second peak duel between Beidou Immortal Chu Wanning and his disciples, the Immortal Emperor Mo Weiyu.
To be continued...