Chapter 714

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The door opened slowly, and the madness and prosperity, nightmares and darkness of his two lifetimes all stemmed from this.

He remembered his previous life. When he was twenty-two years old, he changed his loyalty to Wushan. The plaque was smashed and the dust and smoke dispersed. He stood in front of the old plaque and vowed here to visit all the immortals and respect the world. That life fell here, and this life should also end here.

The Danxin Hall was densely packed with people, and there were more prominent people than when Jiaoshan attacked Xu Shuanglin.

When they heard the door open, everyone looked back, only to see a tall man in black standing in front of the threshold, with a pale face and a few strands of wet black hair on his forehead. The skylight was behind him, the dome was leaden, and it was raining and snowing.

No one thought that Mo Ran would suddenly appear like this.

Is he the hero on Jiao Mountain who sacrificed his life for everyone's safety, or is he the devil who kills without blood in Gu Yueye? What kind of person is he?

No one said a word for a while, and every pair of eyes was fixed on the returning man.

Those who trusted him felt that he was pitiful, wet and cold, like a dog returning home in the rain. People who don't trust him only think that he is scary, gloomy and deep, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The rain kept beating on the green eaves of the roof, seeping into the cracks in the stones in front of the steps and moss on the tiles.

Mo Ran raised his dark eyes, and his eyes were moist under the fan-like eyelashes. He whispered: "Uncle, I'm back."

"Ran'er! Why are you - why are you alone?"

Xue Zhengyong was sitting in the honorable seat. He had a very poor expression and a rare slovenliness. The iron fan was spread out casually on the table. The four words "The world is very ugly" shimmered with light, like a comment on a farce.

"Where's Yuheng?"

When the ink burned into the palace, he was like a drop of water, falling in the boiling oil that was burned to 100% but was quiet, causing a crackle and explosion. Almost everyone took a big step back when he stepped forward.

"Ink burns!"

"Devil, you have the nerve to come out!"

"You killed so many people on Guyueye, and you still dare to show up!!"

Mo Ran ignored these voices. Along the way, he had already heard about the murder that happened the night before. He also knew very well how insane Ta Xianjun would be. What are dozens of people? Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, everyone in the world is just a dead body in his eyes, just a lonely moon night, Ta Xianjun will not take it seriously at all.

"Madman... you and Hua Binan are basically the same group!"

"What else do you want to do here? All the masters from all the factions are here today, and the master of Tianyin Pavilion will be here soon. Even if you are cunning and fickle, you can't escape this dragnet!"

"Mo Ran, you are so cunning. You will be a good person and a bad person. You will make everyone confused and then your trick will succeed. How vicious you are!"

Surrounded by a torrent of criticism and questioning, angry faces were surging. No one paid attention to Mo Ran, and he continued to move forward. He had somewhat understood Hua Binan's intentions - forgive him and didn't want to call him a teacher.

Hua Binan dug a grave for him. Even the inscription on the tombstone has been written. Hua Binan calculated very clearly that he would jump in by himself.

Because, at the moment Chu Wanning recalled his previous life, Mo Weiyu had already judged himself to be a hopeless corpse.

it's over.

"No matter how many false masks you wear on your face, today's gathering of heroes will expose your true face."

"You must be sent to Tianyin Pavilion for execution!"

There was a lot of noise and people. The three words that pierce the eardrums the most are: "Tianyin Pavilion".

Mo Ran didn't expect Hua Binan to involve Tianyin Pavilion. Coincidence? Or did you have a plan in advance?

Haodang Tianyin is an ancient sect that has been passed down in the world of cultivation for thousands of years. The head of this sect was first the heir of gods and mortals, and was later passed down by blood relatives from generation to generation. Generation after generation, although the divine blood of Tianyin Pavilion Master has become thinner, it is still very spiritual. Although Tianyin Pavilion usually does not involve in the world of mortals, just like ordinary people believe in monks, monks also believe in Tianyin Pavilion's justice.

It is difficult to overthrow authority that lasts for hundreds of years, let alone thousands of years. Therefore, even if he stepped on the throne of Immortal Lord to conquer the world in his previous life, he would still have a pure land of Tianyin Pavilion left in the end. The teacher is very smart, and it would be best to leave Mo Ran to Tianyin Pavilion for disposal. No one will dissatisfy the verdict, and no one can disapprove of the verdict.

There was a lot of noise in the main hall. Mo Ran walked along the carpet embroidered with Du Ruo, walked to the front, and then stood still.

"I……"

The man only said one word, and the crowd suddenly died down. They stared at him, many with a mixture of hatred and alarm.

They waited for his excuse, his gaffe, and his fault. They stretched their necks, ready to pounce at any time and tear this treacherous demon into pieces.

It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and his actions are unpredictable, but he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go. He must - "I will take the blame."

There was silence, even more silent than before.

It's like sharpening a knife in preparation for a big battle, with the sound of golden drums beating and the sound of killing booming, but suddenly it is learned that the enemy general has committed suicide in his tent.

So ridiculous.

"what did he say?"

It took a while for someone to react, but they couldn't believe that the devil confessed his crime so easily, so he asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Did he say he was here to accept the crime?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, knelt down, and faced his uncle, aunt, and Xue Meng, who was pale. The dim light reflected his handsome and thin face.

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