Chapter 603

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Is it an illusion set by Xu Shuanglin?

Mo Ran looked around, there was nothing, everything was dark.

He walked a few steps and tentatively called, "Master?"

"Xue Meng?"

"Is anyone coming?"

No one answered him, it was dark, deathly black.

Even though he had seen countless winds, the darkness was still terrifying. He walked forward, with goosebumps rising on his arms. He walked forward...

Suddenly, he saw a faint white light shining far in front of him, which seemed to be the exit.

He walked towards that place.

Suddenly, figures appeared around him. Their faces were not so clear, but when he heard the murmurs of those people, they knelt down to him like water.

Those people were singing loudly, their voices were deep and rumbled together into a river——

"I wish you, Emperor Taxian, may you live as long as heaven."

Stepping on the Immortal Emperor?

no no!

He shuddered, trembled, and shuddered. He ran forward with all his strength, but it seemed like millions of hands were coming from all directions to catch him.

"His Majesty--"

"Tread on the Immortal Lord Ze and be trapped for eternity."

"Longevity is endless, happiness and fortune are endless."

Mo Ran was driven a little crazy. He tried his best to break away from the invisible hands. He ran towards the ray of light: "No, it's not me...go away...go away!"

"Treading Immortal Lord..."

But those voices followed him like a shadow, lingering, and Mo Ran began to feel that Xu Shuanglin had trapped the evil spirits of the ghost world. At this moment, they were all coming out to capture him, the escaped ghost.

"Why is Your Majesty leaving?"

"Emperor, Emperor..."

Mo Ran staggered, his eyes flashed with blazing light, he wanted to leave, but all the resentful spirits were trapping him, he was trapped by the enemy, he had no way to hide, so he suddenly became angry, he was angry Turning his head, he suddenly drew his sword and swung it, slashing the phantoms into broken darkness.

His face was like a wolf or a leopard, almost ferocious.

"Get out!!" He shouted, "Get out of here, everyone! Get out of here!"

The words fell, and his face became miserable.

He heard people around him murmuring and snickering: "I?"

"He's talking about me...yes...he's talking about me..."

"Emperor, where did we go wrong? You should also know in your heart who you are and where you come from. You can't escape."

Mo Ran stepped back with his sword, shaking his head: "No, no... that's not the case..."

The black smoke that he had chopped up gathered together again, and a blurry shadow fell in front of him, moving towards him step by step.

The shadow said softly: "What's wrong?"

"I am not Taxianjun!"

"How come you are not stepping on the Immortal Lord?" The voice was ethereal and soft, like the thin smoke rising from the gauze curtain in summer, "Of course you are, there is an owner for all the wrongs, and it's only you, you can't escape... …”

"But it's over!" Mo Ran stared at the black shadow, "It's over! The Immortal Lord has already died in front of the Tower of Babel, and his entering the tomb has nothing to do with me! I just... I just..."

The shadow smiled softly, as delicately as a flower's stamen: "What are you?"

Mo Ran: "..."

"Are you just a returning soul?" it asked, "Just a body with a memory? Are you just an innocent life living under the shadow of Taxianjun? Or... are you just a dream?"

If he was still angry and fearful just now, as soon as these words came out, the burning emotions were like ice, and the blood all over his body froze.

He was almost at a loss, unable to react. He murmured and wanted to speak, but couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time. Then he opened his mouth, his voice was astringent, and after hollowing out his throat, he could only dig out a broken word: "……Dream?"

"You always feel that you have been reborn, but who can say for sure? Does what you think must be real? Is it you or me that is real at this moment?" The fuzzy smoke surrounded him, gathering more and more. Clearly, "You said you died under the Tower of Babel, but you are clearly standing here alive now...are you really dead?"

The ink burned and stared at the black smoke.

He no longer shivered. He only felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and stepped into an abyss.

So cold.

Is he really dead?

The desolation of Wushan Palace seemed to still be immersed in the bone marrow, and the fire of the ten sects' uprising was like a long snake hissing and snaking from the foot of the mountain to bite his neck.

Xue Meng seemed to be standing in front of him just now, with nothing, and with tears in his eyes, he said harshly: "Mo Ran, give me my master back."

Is he really dead?

He remembered that he had taken poison, which was so poisonous that it pierced his heart and tore his lungs. He staggered to the Tower of Babel, used his last strength to crawl into the dug grave, and lay down in the coffin.

The begonia flowers bloom very tenderly, with a faint fragrance, and the skylight, clouds and shadows linger together.

He closed his eyes...

"Then you open your eyes. You go back to when you were sixteen, when everything was still recoverable, right?"

The black image could see through his heart and whispered with a low smile.

"You are back. The peak of life and death has not been destroyed. Although the Confucianism Sect has turned into scorched earth for the second time, it was not your fault. Ye Wangxi

Not dead, not even Shi Mingjing. You saw your thoughts clearly. You fell in love with Chu Wanning. You became Master Mo and he finally accepted you. You thought you were free. Now you are the leader of the rebel army and the Taoist priest Qingzheng. He is a young hero from the mountain who wants to capture Xu Shuanglin, the leader of the bullies——"

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