This idea has long been lingering in Lan Yue's mind.

Lan Yue has always been puzzled as to what Mo Siyong's purpose and motives are.

However, when he saw Mo Guanyu sitting lonely in a wheelchair, this idea came to his mind uncontrollably.

When Mo Siyong, who had always looked calm, heard this sentence, his expression finally changed slightly.

However, he did not respond to Lan Yue's words, but looked up at the sky.

The Six Stars Sword Power is about to be completed, and time is running out!

"Master Wang Lei, please——"

Mo Siyong stretched out his hand toward Lan Yue, and the power of Daluo Xuanxian flowed away.

Even though he is seriously injured now, the disparity in realm is an unbridgeable gap!

The future generations are terrible, but they are only the future generations after all!

The cyan coercion surged forward, and in the eyes of others it was just a layer of mist, but from the position of holding the moon, it was an overwhelming wave.

Lan Yue's spiritual energy surged, and the source of thunder roared out, transforming into a huge thunder dragon!

"Yao'er!"

Lan Yue suddenly shouted!

Xiao Jamyao knelt down on one knee in response. He put his right hand on the ground and shouted in a low voice: "Fire!"

The next moment, a strong fire burst out from his body. Different from the bright red blood, it was a hot orange-red color!

The strong aura of the origin of fire spread, and Mo Siyong frowned slightly, but did not panic.

I didn't expect this person to have such a strong source of fire. Just relying on this to break the formation is far from enough!

Lan Yue looked at Mo Siyong, who had an unchanging expression and was facing the pressure of Da Luo Xuanxian, and even curled the corners of his mouth.

When Mo Siyong saw this, his heart suddenly jumped slightly.

"Master Mo, don't underestimate the young man!"

Lan Yue said something meaningful, and as soon as she finished speaking, the whole square began to shake slightly.

Mo Siyong frowned, and his consciousness slightly went underground. At this moment, his expression finally changed drastically!

The fire spirit veins actually rioted!

First, little bits of firelight flew out from the gaps in the floor tiles. The moment the red blood lines came into contact with the firelight, they began to slowly melt away.

The shaking of the ground became more and more obvious, and the monks who still had some sense began to stagger around.

The fire light turned from weak to strong, and wherever it passed, it burned like a prairie fire!

The monk who was originally bewitched by the blood thread and showed a ferocious expression suddenly became confused.

The noise gradually subsided, and even the bloody formation began to vibrate.

When Lan Yue saw all this, a glimmer of hope finally appeared in her brows!

During the second game of the Craftsman God Competition, Mo Ranfeng communicated with the fire spirit veins to strengthen his own mysterious fire.

At that time, Xiao Jingyao discovered that there was an extremely huge source of fire hidden under the square!

They guessed that the person behind the scenes might form a formation again, and the fire spirit vein under the square was the key to breaking the formation!

The nature of fire is extremely yang, and it is the greatest nemesis of yin and evil energy!

Xiao Jingyao has a Yang body, and his flesh and blood are all transformed by the source of fire. It is easy to activate the fire spirit veins!

Seeing the blood formation slowly showing its flaws under the scorching fire source, Lan Yue thought that the plan was blocked and Mo Siyong would be furious.

But as he watched the blood line struggling in the fire, his face showed a complex expression that seemed to be both happy and relieved.

Lan Yue frowned when she saw this, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"ah--"

A shrill and frightening scream suddenly sounded, breaking the almost stagnant atmosphere on the field.

Everywhere they looked, there were countless broken arms and wreckage, and many people's consciousness was still in the anticipation of watching the game.

But when he opened his eyes again, his hands were inexplicably stained with blood, and the body of his beloved was lying on the ground next to him.

After waking up, the cruel memories slowly flooded into my mind, and the uncontrollable screams mixed with fear and regret were enough to swallow up all a person's hope.

"father--"

"mother--"

"My son——"

Countless screams intertwined into piercing sharp blades, and the invisible despair pierced people's hearts even more.

Lan Yue couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but the anger in her heart rose to the extreme.

"Master Mo, is this what you want to see?"

Mo Siyong stared at everything in front of him steadily, his face was gray and he said nothing.

Lan Yue wanted to say something, but suddenly a burst of blood mist sprayed in front of her eyes. Mo Siyong's whole body trembled slightly and he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood!

Lan Yue was suddenly startled, thinking that Mo Siyong was preparing to launch some secret technique, and was trying to stop it at all costs.

But when she hurriedly caught a glimpse of Mo Siyong's expression, she froze on the spot.

I saw him standing staggering on the spot, his face was like gold paper, and his lips were as white as snow. He looked like he was on the verge of death!

There was deep despair on his face, and he looked at the wailing monks around him, as if he could feel their pain.

"you……"

Lan Yue suddenly lost her words.

She didn't understand why Mo Siyong planned all this with his own hands, and now he had to look so guilty, painful, and worse than dead.

Didn't he think about this scene when he launched the plan?

If the origin of fire had not stopped the formation, there would probably be no survivors in the square at this time!

If that's the case, why is he acting coy now? Did someone force him to do this?

However, who has the strength to force the mighty Luo Xuanxian to do something he doesn’t want to do!

Lan Yue was originally deeply disgusted with Mo Siyong's behavior. She would rather Mo Siyong was a pure bad guy than see him be so hypocritical.

However, when her thoughts came to this point, the words she just said suddenly popped into Lan Yue's mind:

Parents love their children and have far-reaching plans...

Lan Yue suddenly felt cold all over and looked towards the entrance of the square.

Since the first game of the God of Craftsman Competition, that figure has been sitting there, silently watching everything that happened on the field.

When the blood lines swarmed in just now, she was still immersed in refining and completely ignored the existence of that figure!

Lan Yue's heart was pounding, and she couldn't wait to look at the entrance of the square. Even though the place was in chaos and blood flowed into rivers, at the entrance of the square, the man was still sitting there peacefully.

The line of blood snaked past him, clearly devouring everything around him, but leaving only the land beneath his feet.

At this time, he was dressed in white clothes, with a calm expression on his face.

When he saw Lan Yue's eyes looking towards him, he even nodded towards Lan Yue unhurriedly, with the slightly raised corners of his mouth and the warm smile as before...

Lan Yue's whole body trembled slightly, and the bone-chilling coldness sent chills all over her body, like needles pricking her bones.

The next moment, the man stood up slowly, holding on to the handle of the chair, in full view of everyone.

A gentleman has an upright figure and a long body. His back is as straight as a green bamboo.

Wang Jin held his two junior brothers tightly with both hands, and followed behind him.

At this time, he was able to lead them to avoid the attacks flying around and arrived at the center of the formation.
Chapter completed!