"The cold moon reflects the frost and snow, and the cold mountain embraces the ice pool. Eight thousand highs cannot be crossed, and this is the ultimate place in the world."

Xue Meng wore deer leather gloves, brushed away the snow on the rugged rocks, recited the inscription on the cinnabar, and turned around and said happily: "Master, we are here."

The peak of the Rising Sun is full of snow all year round. At this time, a beautiful moonlight hangs high, and the stern moonlight reflects the ice lake. The cold air is cold and scattered. The golden lake is frozen without snow. Just like glass pearls, spreading across the world, the Milky Way falls mortals, and the stars hang thousands of miles. It is magnificent and infinite. It is really like walking to the end of the world, with white snow and white heads.

The group came to the lakeside. The smooth and mirror-like lake surface was filled with magnificent light. A stone embankment led to the center of the lake. A stone tablet stood beside the embankment. The frost and stone patterns were condensed on the monument. Only the four seal scripts, "It is difficult to walk on the road", are vigorous and powerful. After thousands of years, the strokes are still clear, and the red vermilion is bright red. It seems that people often polish and add lacquer.

Chu Wanning stopped in front of the stone dike and said, "Jin Chengchi asked for swords, only one person can enter at a time. Who of you will go first?"

Xue Meng couldn't wait to say, "Master, I'll go first!"

Chu Wanning glanced at him, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "You act recklessly, I'm not relieved."

At this time, Shi Mei, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "Master, I will go first. Anyway, I may not be able to melt the ice pool."

On the vast ice lake, Shi Mei slowly walked to the end along the stone embankment that could only allow one person to pass through.

According to the rules, he condensed a ball of spiritual power in his hand, then leaned over and put his palm on the ice - Shi Mei's spiritual power continued to spread down the ice, and the bright white light flashed brightly and secretly in the distance.

Mo Ran stood there with his breath, his ten fingers clenched tightly and fell into his palm.

But Shi Mei tried by the lake for a long time, but the Binghu still remained motionless. He smiled bitterly and walked back, saying to Chu Wanning: "Master, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, let's try it after practicing for a few years."

Mo Ran sighed slightly, feeling more disappointed than both of them, but he still comforted the master and said in a vain: "It doesn't matter, there is still a chance. I'll come with you next time."

Chu Wanning said: "Don't talk so much, go forward, it's your turn."

In his previous life, Mo Ran came to ask for a sword, and he was a frivolous young man who had infinite expectations for Shenwu. However, in this life, he was just here to get a sword. He had already known what would be waiting for him before. He no longer had the tension and expectation. But he had a warm feeling that he was about to reunite with his old friend.

Walking on the stone embankment and kneeling in front of the ice lake.

Bend down and touch the ice surface in the palm of your palm.

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

His sheathless sword...

The sinful blade that accompanied him to see all the flowers in the world and tasted all the blood on earth--

Opening his eyes, Mo Ran whispered to the lake: "I won't go, I'm here."

As if he felt the call of the master in his destiny, a huge black shadow suddenly rose under the ice surface of Jin Chengchi. The black shadow hovered under the ice surface, becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, the thousand-foot ice surface shattered, and Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's scream on the shore from afar, and his voice was almost inaudible.

"The ice surface has melted!!"

The waves surged, and the water from the pool soared into the sky. A blue-black dragon burst out, and each dragon scale was seven feet wide. In an instant, the golden waves tumbling on the surface of the pool were rippling, and the mist was misty. The dragon was radiant under the moonlight and spit out a breath.

At the same time, an ancient barrier fell by the pool water, separating Chu Wanning and others from Mo Ran.

In the barrier, one man and one dragon look at each other from afar.

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, faced the water silk in the sky, and looked up at the dragon.

I saw the dragon holding a pitch-black sword in its mouth. It had no scabbard, and the ancient blade body was thick but sharp, and it was broken by iron and gold. The dragon turned the Mo knife into a size suitable for mortals, slowly bowed the dragon's body, and placed the knife in front of Mo Ran.

But it did not look up immediately, but stared at each other with the ginger-colored pupils as tall as two adult men.

The dragon's eyes were like two bronze mirrors, clearly reflecting Mo Ran's reflection. Mo Ran held his breath and waited for it to speak.

If things don't change, then he just needs to go to the foot of the mountain to pick a plum blossom and send it to him. Lao Long Pan Yong Fuya made Mo Ran pick up the ready-made cheapness.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the dragon was not as good as his previous life. Instead, the dragon whiskers danced, and a pair of huge yellow pupils narrowed up. Then it raised its front paws and wrote two words on the snow in front of Mo Ran:

mortal?

Mo Ran was stunned.

He clearly remembered that this dragon in his previous life could speak, so why did he become a mute in this life?

After writing these two words, Mute Long immediately denied itself, wiped out the words with his thick and fat claws, and wrote another string of words:

No, mortals will not have such strong spiritual energy. So, are you a god clan?

Mo Ran: "..."

Lao Long thought for a moment, then put his head on his face and wrote:

Not a god, you have evil spirits. Are you a ghost clan?

Mo Ran thought to himself, what a mess! I am just reborn. If you have anything to think about, please bring my knife!

But the old dragon seemed to see through his eagerness to seek the knife. Suddenly, he raised the ferocious dragon claws with scales and suddenly pressed the Mo Dao under the claws. The other claw wiped the original traces again, adding another handful of snow, and continued to write:

Don't be accustomed to it. I saw two other phantoms in you, which are really hard to see in your life. Are you a human, a ghost, a god or a demon?

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course I am a human being. Is that more than that?" He was just a person who had died once.

Lao Long paused and wrote again: A person's soul is so divided. This is really something that has never been seen or heard of.

Seeing that it was shaking its head and tail, Mo Ran couldn't help but feel funny: "What's so strange? Senior, how should you give me this knife?"

Lao Long looked at him for a while and wrote:

Then you stand there and don’t move. Let me cast a spell and see your soul. I will give you a knife. OK?

“…”

Unexpectedly, it made such a request. Mo Ran was slightly stunned and hesitated.

He was wondering, what would happen if this old guy could see what happened to him in his previous life?

But Bugui is right in front of you. The power of this Mo sword is fierce and ruthless, and it is a rare magic weapon in the world. If you refuse it, it will be impossible to get it again in the future.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Ran raised his head and asked, "Yes, but senior, are you willing to give me a knife no matter what you see in me?"

The old dragon stroked and stroked:

This is a rule, so naturally I won’t go back on my word.

No matter whether I am good or evil in the past?

Lao Long paused for a while and then wrote:

Even if you did evil in the past, I can't stop you from doing good in the future.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Okay, since senior said that, I naturally have nothing to push back. Please cast spells and observe them."

The old dragon raised his body slightly, bowed the dragon's body, and squirted out a breath, followed by a layer of bright red glow from his pupils.

Mo Ran raised his head and found that the red light was actually a layer of mist. The blood mist became deeper and gradually covered his reflection. After a while, when the mist slowly dissipated, the figure standing on Lao Long's eyes appeared again.

But this time, Mo Ran suddenly discovered that in Longyan, in addition to himself, there were two other vague shadows, standing quietly behind him, one left and one right.

Mo Ran was shocked and immediately turned to look, but behind him was empty and there was snow. Where was the figure of others?

Turning his head again, the two people in Longyan became clearer and clearer, as if something sunk at the bottom of the water slowly floated out of the water. Mo Ran stared at him for a while, and suddenly felt that the two shadows seemed familiar and tight. He couldn't help but take two steps forward, but unexpectedly, the two phantoms in Longyan suddenly changed from closing their eyes to opening their eyes!

Master is confused!

Chu Wanning?!

I never expected that it would be them. Mo Ran was very shocked. He staggered two steps, stepped back, and couldn't say the complete words: "What--this is--"

The three people in Lao Long's eyes stood quietly, with calm faces without any expression, and just stared at the distance peacefully.

Mo Ran was extremely frightened. After a while, the red blood mist rose again, and the shadow in the dragon's eyes began to become blurred from clarity and finally disappeared.

The old dragon squirted, the dragon's whispered, and then quickly wrote:

I can't see through it. I have never seen anyone's souls that have been exposed to me in my life. It's really weird.

"I, my soul... have their mark?"

yes.

After writing this word, Lao Long paused for a moment, and then wrote:

I don’t know what happened to you, and how deep your obsession can make you entangled with others in your soul?

Mo Ran stared at the crooked lines of words on the snow, as if he was choking, and his face slowly turned red.

His obsession with Shi Mei was deeply rooted in his bones. Even if he was engraved into his soul, even if Lao Long saw that he could see Shi Mei together, he felt that it was no big deal.

But what happened to Chu Wanning...?

What obsession can he have about Chu Wanning?

Is excessive hatred a kind of entanglement?

The man and the dragon were all in deep thought, so that the lake water of Jinchengchi Pond had a slightly strange wrinkle, and they had never noticed it.

When the huge waves break through the sky and the waves break through the shore, everything is too late.

I saw that the lake water in Jinchengchi was broken into two parts as if it was cut by a knife and axe, and it gushed straight up to the sky. In the terrifying waves, two teams of black beasts rushed out. Although they were not as big as the old dragon, their horns on their heads were cold and their four claws were shining. Hundreds of them gathered together, but the old dragon was not afraid and looked at them with yellow pupils.

Mo Ran said: "What's going on?"

Lao Long paused and wrote: Gou Chen went to the palace.

With a glance at these four words, Mo Ran felt like he was struck by lightning.
To be continued...