Mo Ran's confession ended. For a moment, no one in Dan Xin Palace made a sound.
Who was right and who was wrong? Who was right and who was wrong?
Although everyone had their own thoughts, they could not say for sure.
Mo Ran did not look at the faces of Xue Zhengyong and his family. He lowered his eyelashes and said after a while, "That year, I thought I was going to die in the fire. But when I woke up, I found myself lying on the peak of life and death. That Mr. Bao sat by my bed. When he saw me wake up, he pressed on my shoulder and told me that from that day on, I was the young master at the peak of life and death. "
He paused and chuckled. "I'm uncle's nephew."
The floor of Dan Xin Palace was embroidered with Du Ruo. Mo Ran looked at the colorful flowers with an indifferent expression.
"That Mr. Bao was afraid that he would not be rewarded. So when uncle saved me from the burning Drunken Jade Tower and asked him anxiously if this was the child he was looking for, he nodded. "Mo Ran said," His nod changed my fate. "
Master Xuanjing sighed. "Amitabha. Almsgiver Mo, can you be at ease? After so many years, have you never thought of telling the truth to Lord Xue? "
"How could I not? When I first woke up, I was very uneasy and wanted to tell the truth."
Mo Ran's eyes were a little hazy, as if he was looking at the years that had passed.
"But when he heard that I had woken up, uncle … came to see me. Auntie personally cooked noodles for me. I remember that there were three poached eggs, all sweetened and covered with minced meat. She told me that … she was afraid that I would not be able to digest it since I had just woken up, so she chopped it up to make it easier for me to swallow. Xue Meng also came and gave me a whole box of pastries. "
He slowly closed his eyes.
"I ate that bowl of noodles and those cakes. He couldn't bring himself to say the truth. They smiled at me and treated me so well … If I told them that I was the one who set the Drunken Jade Tower on fire, and that I killed your nephew and sister-in-law … what would happen? "Mo Ran said softly." I could not say it. These words are stuck in my throat. The more I think about it … the more I don't know what to say. "
Master Xuanjing sighed. "Sigh …"
"I know what kind of person Mo Nian is. His character is lazy and frivolous. At first, I wasn't sure how much uncle knew about him, so I did my best to imitate him. Later, I found out that Uncle didn't know, so I stopped following his orders. " Mo Ran paused for a moment before slowly continuing, "In the end, I have a blood debt with the Mo family. But in the end, I took over their family. "
Everyone at the Life and Death Summit was at a loss. Many of the disciples and elders who had interacted with Mo Ran stood there in a daze, their hearts filled with mixed feelings. Xue Zhengyong and Madam Wang didn't say anything. They stared blankly at Mo Ran's back.
They had watched this child grow up from an inexperienced youth to a Grandmaster of a generation.
But now, they were told that everything was wrong from the beginning.
Mo Ran was not their nephew. What was more, there was a blood feud between them.
What should they say?
What should they do?
Xue Zhengyong didn't know, and Madam Wang also didn't know.
They had never seen "Mo Ran." All of their feelings of guilt and longing for their dead brother had been placed on this child called Mo Ran. They didn't know who he was, but they had touched Mo Ran's hair, held his hand, and had been called "uncle" and "auntie" by Mo Ran.
Xue Zhengyong's heart was in chaos.
In the silence, Mu Yanli said, "Mo Ran, although you are pitiful, you have committed many crimes. You cannot be easily forgiven. Do you know how many sins you have committed? "
Mo Ran had never liked the Heavenly Music Pavilion. He closed his eyes and didn't reply.
Mu Yanli looked at him disdainfully. Her voice rang out like a bell. "You willfully killed mortals, set fire to buildings, swindled identities, and pretended to be young masters. On Jiao Mountain, you clearly knew that the Nangong family's blood flowed in your veins, but you coldly watched from the sidelines. You had unfathomable motives. On Lonemoon Night, you started a massacre, spilling blood in the hall.
"I'll say it again. I didn't kill those people on Lonemoon Night. It was after the Gate of Life and Death opened that two lives crossed. That person wasn't me."
"The Gate of Life and Death is the number one forbidden art. It hasn't been opened for thousands of years. Don't you think your excuse is too absurd?" Said Mu Yanli coldly. "Could it be that as the Nangong family's descendant, you were unsatisfied and your ambition swelled, and you wanted to plot against the upper and lower cultivation worlds?"
"Pavilion master Mu's words are too exaggerated." Jiang Xi couldn't help but frown. "In my opinion, Mo Ran doesn't have any motive to subvert the upper and lower cultivation worlds. If he wanted to do such a thing, he would have casually used some tricks on Jiao Mountain, and the ten great sects would have suffered disastrous losses. There are many doubtful points about these things. Before the facts are clear, please be careful with your words. "
Mu Yanli coldly looked at him. "Sect Master Jiang, you don't have to speak for him. Even if he didn't intend to subvert the cultivation world, with the crimes he committed before, it's enough to send him to the Heavenly Music Pavilion for interrogation. "
When she finished speaking, she raised her hand and ordered the guards behind her. "Arrest Mo Ran and take him away."
"Wait a minute!"
Mu Yanli glanced sideways at Xue Zhengyong. "Lord Xue, do you have something to say?"
Xue Zhengyong's face turned green and red. He didn't seem to understand why he stopped Mu Yanli. After so many years, it had become a habit for him to treat Mo Ran as his own son.
He couldn't just sit and watch the Heavenly Music Pavilion take him away.
But what should he say? Should he ask him to stay?
Xue Zhengyong closed his eyes, his teeth chattering. He felt cold and empty in his heart, as if something important had been gouged out.
He buried his face in his palms. He had always been hale and hearty, but at this moment, he looked old and hunched.
"Lord Xue, do you want to say goodbye to your nephew?"
Mu Yanli was a mean person. She used the word "nephew" intentionally or unintentionally, which made Xue Zhengyong tremble like cotton in the wind.
"I …" Xue Zhengyong's throat was hoarse. "Ran 'er … Mo Ran …"
He didn't even know how to address him.
Mo Ran didn't make it difficult for him. He closed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and kowtowed to Xue Zhengyong without saying a word.
Three kneels and nine kowtows.
Someone muttered, "Why are you dawdling? What are you doing?"
"What a hypocrite …"
Mo Ran turned a deaf ear to them. After the kowtow, he got up and prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, Xue Meng suddenly rushed into the Core Heart Palace. His Dragon City was covered in black blood. He was extremely shocked. He shouted, "Outside —"
"What's going on?"
"A large number of precious chess pieces are attacking outside. Many of them are men of sacrifice from the Jiaoshan Rufeng School!"
Everyone was terrified! They rushed out of the palace. At the Peak of Life and Death, above the clouds, countless cultivators were flying on their swords. Their robes fluttered in the wind. Half of these people were wearing black robes and veils, while the other half were wearing feathered robes and silk belts to cover their eyes. They were the corpses from the Hero's Mound of the Confucian Wind School.
"What, what's going on?!"
"Didn't the Nangong Si of these corpses sink to the bottom? Why are they all here again?! Who undid the restriction? "
As soon as the words left his mouth, he already had an answer in his heart.
Who undid the restriction? Who else could undo the Nangong Family's restriction?
Many angry gazes were focused on Mo Ran.
Although Mo Ran knew who the mastermind was, he couldn't deny it. What was worse was that he had lost all his spiritual power. He couldn't stop the chess pieces from attacking. He could only watch as hundreds and thousands of men of sacrifice descended.
The Peak of Life and Death was just like in his previous life.
In an instant, fish and dragons flipped over and turned into a sea of blood.
It turned out that the "surprise" Shi Mei mentioned wasn't over yet …
"Fight them first!"
"Repel this wave of chess pieces! Repel them first! "
Everyone came out of the hall to welcome them. However, because they didn't expect this change, and because these precious chess pieces came without warning, they were in chaos.
Mo Ran stood in front of the hall and watched the chess pieces land. They fought with the disciples of the Peak of Life and Death and resisted the magic of the cultivators who came out to fight.
Silver-blue light armor and black cloaks fought in a chaotic battle.
He stood on the jade stairs, his eyebrows twitching. Everything in front of him was like a replay of his previous life's memories.
In his previous life, it was he who controlled the chess pieces of the dead and the living. He killed all the people who dared to say "no" to him at the Peak of Life and Death.
It was also from that moment on that he became used to killing people like flies. He was used to treating people's lives like grass. He was used to killing people.
He still remembered that he also stood in front of the Core Heart Hall like this. The traitor disciple Mo Weiyu looked down at the crowd of heroes with a smile on his face. Beside his boots were the uncold bodies of Xue Zhengyong and Madam Wang.
"From the Peak of Life and Death, use your blood to pave the way for me."
The sneer from his previous life was still in his ears. Mo Ran's eyelids twitched. He shouted at Xue Meng, "Don't fight, you can't win! Go, go, all of you! "
It was noisy. Xue Meng was too far away to hear him.
Mo Ran looked around. Around him, swords and knives were clashing. It was a chaotic battle.
He saw Jiang Xi fighting with more than ten chess pieces. At that moment, he thought of how Jiang Xi fell under his knife in his previous life.
"You don't want to kneel to me?"
"No."
"You don't recognize me as the Emperor?"
"No."
Blood splattered. He raised his hand and slashed.
He couldn't win …
Mo Ran watched as the Palace Master of the Treading Snow Palace lowered her eyes and played the xun. Her voice pierced through the Nine Heavens, causing the Divine Awareness of the chess pieces to blur and waver unsteadily. However, he recalled how the Palace Master of the Treading Snow Palace had all ten of her fingers destroyed and all her bones and tendons cracked.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"I am the Overlord of the Treading Snow Palace. Although I can't guarantee the safety of the Treading Snow Palace, I won't run away."
The xun broke into pieces.
He couldn't win.
Chaos was everywhere. Mo Ran saw Madam Wang and Xue Zhengyong fighting the enemy from afar. What flashed before his eyes were the sad and angry faces of the two in his previous life.
They stared at him through two lifetimes and resented him.
Cold.
Really cold.
Mo Ran's muscles and bones were shivering. His fingertips were cold. Shi Mei did this … he did this!
Previously, he felt that Shi Mei's threat before taking Chu Wanning away could not be underestimated. That was why he decided to return to the Peak of Life and Death. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel numb.
If he didn't listen to Shi Mei's threat and insisted on chasing Chu Wanning back, what would have happened?
Half of the World of Cultivation's heroes were here. If they all died at the Peak of Life and Death for no reason, what would have happened?
Shi Mei's arrangement was so well-connected that he didn't even have time to breathe. Mo Ran looked up and saw exquisite chess pieces all over the mountain … living dead who were not afraid of death and pain … mountains of corpses, seas of blood, ghosts and monsters …
He couldn't go on like this. He couldn't go on like this!
Shi Mei said that this was a "surprise" for him. Then he wouldn't have done this for no reason. Since he had returned and obeyed, there must be a way to solve this problem! He couldn't watch the old dream repeat itself. He couldn't watch the Peak of Life and Death be destroyed. He couldn't watch his uncle and aunt die in front of him.
If the past happened again, how could he face himself … and how could he face Chu Wanning?
Mo Ran suddenly came back to his senses. He pushed through the crowd and ran toward his aunt and aunt.
"Stop fighting! Leave this place first. Leave this place first. Stop fighting! There's no way you can win! "
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were about to burst. He was like a person sinking in the ocean, struggling with all his strength to reach the other side. He was like a dead person struggling to reach the living. He was like a moth struggling to reach the flame. He was struggling to reach the other life.
"Stop fighting! Hurry up and leave, all of you! You can't win! "
You can't win.
I've seen you die with my own eyes.
Go, I beg of you.
Suddenly, a sword blocked the way. The sword light was cold.
Looking over, it was Mu Yanli's cold face.
"Are you trying to take advantage of the chaos to escape?"
Mo Ran said angrily, "Get out of my way!"
"You're already a serious criminal in the cultivation world. I should —"
As she spoke, Mu Yanli felt a chill on her back. She turned around and saw a masked chess piece swinging his sword. She quickly turned around to face the attack. Her eyes were full of killing intent. She shouted, "Mo Ran! You're really the one behind this! "
This woman's voice was clear and bright, like an ice spring. It was very easy to recognize her.
Her voice attracted the attention of the surrounding cultivators. They saw that the chess piece was fighting fiercely with Mu Yanli, but it didn't touch Mo Ran at all.
Only then did the crowd realize that almost all of the chess pieces at the peak of life and death seemed to regard Mo Ran as a henchman. They all avoided him and didn't hurt him.
Someone shouted angrily, "It's really that bastard Mo Ran who's behind this!"
"He's in cahoots with these chess pieces!"
Faces burning with anger twisted and twisted. Whispers and roars like this filled their ears. Pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at him.
Overlapping, overlapping.
Under such angry gazes, he became the devil who killed without batting an eyelid. He seemed to have become the emperor who trampled all the immortals and ruled the world. He immediately broke a thousand rules and treated the mortal world as dung. He was crazy!
Someone shouted, "Take him down!"
"Watch him, don't let him escape!"
"Let's see how long he can pretend!"
His ears buzzed. It was the exact same resentment, the exact same accusation, and the exact same crusade.
The scenes of the two lives were too similar. He could even remember the life and death battle between himself and Chu Wanning.
That day was the same as today. Mo Ran held the precious chess pieces and controlled the dead, the living, the beasts, and the birds. His army was like black clouds rolling over ink. His weapons were like frost peaks reflecting snow.
He sat high and looked down with a smile. He watched the world turn upside down and the day turn yellow.
In the end, it was Chu Wanning who stopped him.
It was Chu Wanning who fought against his millions of chess pieces with all his might. His weapon changed from Tianwen to Jiuge, and from Jiuge to Huaisha.
Huaisha.
Mo Ran would never forget the sorrow and pain in Chu Wanning's eyes when he finally summoned Huaisha.
"Rumor has it that this is Shizun's killing blade. I finally see it today."
Chu Wanning asked him at that time, "Mo Ran, what do I have to do to make you let it go?"
He just smiled brightly. "I can't let it go. Shizun, my hands are already full of blood. I killed Uncle and Auntie with my own hands, killed my fellow disciples … Now, as long as I offer your head, I will be the overlord of all time. No one will be able to stop me. "
Chu Wanning's expression was extremely painful.
He saw it, but he felt very unhappy. There was a malicious vengeance in his heart. He gritted his teeth and ground out each word.
"Kill you. There is no one in this world that I cannot kill."