Chapter 221: [Mount Jiao] Handing Over

Xue Meng almost choked on a mouthful of blood, but Mo Ran didn't have the time to be angry. When he heard these words, he turned around and returned to the horde of corpses, blocking the first line of defense.

Chu Wanning had been helping Nangong Si adjust the mechanism that was obviously tampered with. At this time, he saw Mo Ran struggling in front of him, so he immediately flew to the door and shouted, "Mo Ran, come back!"

"Shizun … …"

Chu Wanning released a golden barrier. The barrier shone brightly, pushing the horde of corpses back a few feet. Then, he placed three barriers on the stairs, in front of the hall, and in between the stone door. He then pulled Mo Ran back.

"Stop first."

Mo Ran anxiously said, "Shizun's barrier won't last long in the Jiao Mountain Range! Shizun, why do you have to do this! "

Chu Wanning's eyes were like blue frost and purple lightning. He gritted his teeth and pushed Mo Ran back into the hall, "You're injured and you still want to die. Go back and meditate! Shi Mingjing! "

"Shizun, I'm here."

Chu Wanning fiercely pointed at Mo Ran, "Heal him."

Shi Mei nodded, "Yes, Shizun."

Mo Ran pressed down on Shi Mei's outstretched hand and said to Chu Wanning, "These are all superficial wounds. Shizun, your barrier can only last for a stick of incense's worth of time. It will also consume a lot of your spiritual power. You … …"

Chu Wanning didn't turn his head and stood in the light, "Then I'll hold on for a stick of incense's worth of time."

Mo Ran still wanted to say something, but Shi Mei pulled him back. Shi Mei's slightly cold hand touched his skin, rolled up his sleeves, and began to cast a spell to heal his wounds. Mo Ran looked into his eyes. Mo Ran silently shook his head at him, then lowered his eyes and focused on his own spell.

Chu Wanning said, "Xue Meng."

"Yes, Shizun."

"If I can't hold on, you take over. Don't force yourself. If you feel like you can't do it, let the Lord take over. "

Xue Zhengyong hurriedly said, "Okay, it's better to take turns."

Chu Wanning continued to channel her spiritual energy into the barrier and said, "There's another thing I'll have to trouble you with, Senior Master."

"Speak."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and said, "Ask that group of useless people hiding in the back. Other than those from the Treading Snow Palace and Lonemoon Night who aren't good at close combat, get those who can fight to come over!"

"… … What if they don't come over?"

Chu Wanning said, "Then we'll break through the gates and wait for death. See if they come over. "

Xue Zhengyong hurriedly went over. Nangong Si was staring at the broken lock in his hand with a gloomy face, not knowing what to do. He also didn't know why the First Generation Sect Master's ban was suddenly broken.

Logically speaking, as long as it was Nangong Zhangying's order, no one could change the evil dragon's spirit. Why did it suddenly become like this … …

Xue Zhengyong asked those who could handle it to go to the front. Ye Wangxi said, "I'll do it."

Nangong Si immediately came back to his senses. He pulled her back and said, "You're a girl, how can you —"

Ye Wangxi stared at Jiang Dongtang's group of subservient disciples and said coldly, "Even if there are only two people in the Confucian Wind School, they're not greedy for life and afraid of death."

The several middle-aged female cultivators who had previously ridiculed Ye Wangxi for wanting to stand up for him even though she was a girl didn't say anything. They all looked elsewhere, not looking at Ye Wangxi's face.

Just like that, Xue Zhengyong gathered some people. Suddenly, he was stunned. "Hanxue? Why are you also … … No, no, no, you're not good at this kind of thing. You go back. "

Mei Hanxue also looked cold today. She said, "Uncle, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I won't play around."

Xue Zhengyong looked at the Treading Snow Palace's Palace Master. Seeing that she didn't object, he had no choice but to let Mei Hanxue join this group of people.

Jiang Xi frowned. "Are we going to keep resisting like this? It's better to leave some people who are suitable for close quarters combat and send them to the rear hall to see what's going on. "

Xue Zhengyong said, "Let's deal with it for a while first and see if we can fix the sphincter. The best plan is to go together. If we really can't fix it, then we can only divide into two groups. One group will resist, the other group will go to the rear hall to see what's going on."

Jiang Xi said, "… … That's good. But who knows how to fix the sphincter? "

At this time, Villa Master Ma Yun, who had just been scolded by Jiang Xi like a coward, raised a trembling hand. She poked her head out and said weakly, "This, this mechanical skill, I, I think I can still try."

Jiang Xi was both angry and amused. "Then why aren't you going?"

Ma Yun dragged Nangong Si and staggered away. Xue Zhengyong also led the troops to leave.

Jiang Xi turned around and looked around at the hall that was divided into purgatory and nine heavens. He fell into deep thought.

His gaze swept across the precious chess pieces who were still laughing and chatting in one place, or being tortured on the other side. Finally, his gaze fell on Nangong Liu, who had been squatting beside a basket of oranges.

He felt very strange.

Why didn't Nangong Liu or the other chess pieces in the hall go berserk like the corpses outside and kill people?

If Xu Shuanglin controlled the precious chess pieces in the hall and began to attack at this moment, they were bound to be caught in a dilemma.

Why didn't he do it?

Didn't he want to do it?

Or … … he couldn't do it?

Jiang Xi was surprised, but Mo Ran was not surprised at all.

He could clearly feel that the precious chess pieces in the hall all retained the temperament, obsession, and even some memories of these puppets when they were alive. They were completely different from the zombies controlled by the "Unity Array" outside. To make an inappropriate analogy, the zombies outside were marionettes, while the puppets inside were all living dead with independent temperaments.

There was only one reason why Xu Shuanglin didn't control these living dead — his Wakan had reached the limit.

"Grandmaster Chu, give me a hand!"

Suddenly, a weak call came from the bottom of the stone steps. Chu Wanning looked up and saw Hua Bi 'nan leading a dozen cultivators to break out of the encirclement on the stone steps with great difficulty.

They were previously bitten by the poisonous snake, so they rested on the spot. They didn't expect to encounter the second berserk zombie horde. Half of the twenty cultivators were killed in an instant. At this moment, those who struggled to fight until here were all seriously injured. Chu Wanning immediately raised his hand and cast another layer of enchantment around them to protect them. Then, he threw out the Houtian Wen Array to repel the zombies surrounding them.

"Come here!"

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand to Hua Bi 'nan.

Mo Ran suddenly became alert. He didn't care that Shi Mei was only halfway applying the medicine. He immediately stood up to stop him, "Master, be careful!"

However, Hua Bi 'nan didn't show any abnormality. He trembled and held Chu Wanning's outstretched hand. Chu Wanning pulled him into the stronger protective enchantment behind him. Chu Wanning turned around and said, "Come and help!"

The survivors were pulled back one by one and carried to the main hall. They were all groaning and gasping for breath. Their faces were covered in blood, and their expressions were extremely painful.

Jiang Xi led the group of disciples forward. He bent down in front of Hua Bi 'nan and revealed a rare expression of anxiety, "Why are you so badly injured …"

"I'm still fine. My Lord, you should go and see the others first." Hua Bi 'nan leaned against a pillar. His bamboo hat and veil had been cut open, and his robes were stained with blood. Jiang Xi wanted to take his pulse, but he raised a hand to stop him, "I'm fine. It's just a small injury. My Lord, on the other hand, is too badly injured. My Lord, you should go and treat him quickly. Don't worry about me …"

This group of people were seriously injured. Some of them even had their entire leg broken. Compared to them, Hua Bi 'nan, who could still speak, was indeed less injured.

Jiang Xi cursed under his breath. He glanced at Hua Bi 'nan again, then turned back to treat the others.

Hua Bi 'nan trembled as he fumbled for a bottle of hemostatic powder from his Qiankun Bag. Just as he was about to sprinkle it on his wounds, a hand suddenly grabbed the porcelain bottle in his hand. Mo Ran said, "I'll help you."

"… No need."

Mo Ran looked at him with deep eyes. "It's just applying the powder. It's no trouble at all."

Hua Bi 'nan snatched the porcelain bottle and said in a low voice, "I'm not used to others touching me. Besides, you're not a healing cultivator at all. You're just adding to the trouble. "

"Then I'll help you."

"Shi Mei?" Mo Ran turned his head and saw that Shi Mei had already put down the medicine bag. Hua Bi 'nan saw the medicine bag and curled his lips. He didn't say anything and didn't resist.

Shi Mei spread out the cloth bag filled with silver needles and said in a low voice, "Senior Sacred Hands, this junior may have been inconsiderate. Please forgive me."

Hua Bi 'nan was speechless.

His injuries were serious. It was useless to use spells to stop the bleeding. He had to use spiritual needles first. A cold light suddenly flashed. Shi Mei's eyes flashed with the light of the silver needles. In the blink of an eye, he had inserted more than ten needles.

"Senior's veil and bamboo hat …"

A trace of gloominess flashed through Han Lin Sheng's eyes, but he also knew that there were a few acupuncture points that had to be pierced on the face. With a ruthless expression, he said, "I'll take them off myself."

The blood-stained veil fell, revealing Han Lin Sheng's face, which he never showed to others.

It was an extremely strange face. The upper half of his face could be considered delicate and pretty, but from the bridge of his nose down, his entire face was twisted and burned. He looked like some kind of echinoderm.

Hua Bi 'nan raised his head. There was a faint trace of hatred and ridicule in his eyes. "What's wrong? Grandmaster Mo, why aren't you leaving yet? Do you think it's nice to stay here? "

"… I'm sorry."

Hua Bi 'nan sneered behind him. "I already told you not to stand here, but you didn't listen. Now you're saying sorry, but I don't know what you're thinking in your heart. You're probably thinking' this Han Lin Sheng is really ugly ', hehe."

Mo Ran shook his head. It was inconvenient for him to say anything more, so he left.

Villa Master Ma was still fiddling with the broken iron lock. In front of the Temple of Heaven, Chu Wanning's spiritual power was almost depleted. He turned to Xue Meng and said, "Xue Meng, take over!"

Xue Meng immediately understood and raised his sword. The exchange between the two of them was completed very smoothly. Not a single zombie was able to squeeze in during the exchange.

As soon as Chu Wanning removed the barrier, he couldn't help but take a step back. Mo Ran saw his pale face and felt very distressed. However, he couldn't do anything in front of everyone. He couldn't even hold Chu Wanning's hand. He could only suppress himself and ask, "Wan … Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Chu Wanning lightly coughed. "I just used a bit more spiritual power."

However, Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spirit core was originally very weak. Using more spiritual power might not be a big deal for others, but for Chu Wanning …

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

In her past life, the master and disciple were at odds with each other. Chu Wanning had used up all of her spiritual energy in that battle, and her spiritual core had instantly shattered. From then on, she was no different from a mortal. In fact, her body was even weaker than a mortal's.

How could he be fine …

Mo Ran's heart was very uncomfortable. His eyes were slightly red. He silently put the clothes that Chu Wanning had just given him back on the other's shoulders. Only at this time could he gently pinch Chu Wanning's shoulders through the clothes.

All of his heavy love for him could only be hidden in this moment of light touch.

He supported Chu Wanning to the side. He specially found a place with fewer people, a quiet place, and then sat down with Chu Wanning.

While no one was looking, Mo Ran quietly held Chu Wanning's hand.

It was very cold.

It was the same cold feeling as that year when Chu Wanning was defeated by his blade. He leaned over and stepped on his chest. He reached out and pinched his chin.

Mo Ran lowered his eyes. The tips of his fingers were slightly trembling.

Chu Wanning originally wanted to pull his hand away. After all, there were too many eyes here. However, he felt that weak tremble. So the hand that was about to pull away turned and interlocked their fingers.

"Let me see." Chu Wanning raised his other hand and had Mo Ran lift his face. There were wounds on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "Does it hurt?"

Mo Ran shook his head. He stared at Chu Wanning's face. He looked at the person who clearly cared about him even though his lips were pale.

He felt that it was very painful.

It wasn't the wound.

It was the heart.

He finally learned to lie like Chu Wanning. Mo Ran said, "It doesn't hurt."

"If it doesn't hurt, then why are you trembling?"

He didn't make a sound. He couldn't make a sound. So Chu Wanning misunderstood that he was still trembling because of the pain. A faint green light surrounded his fingertips. Mo Ran's pupils suddenly shrank. He grabbed Chu Wanning's hand that was about to touch his cheek. "Are you crazy? You're even using spiritual power?! "

"This little bit is nothing." Chu Wanning said, "It's just the tiniest healing spell. It's to stop the pain."

His fingertips touched his scar.

It was to stop the pain.

But his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Death by a thousand cuts was probably nothing more than this.

Mo Ran naturally knew that this was just a little bit of spiritual power. It was like a drop in the ocean, a cup of water. Chu Wanning gave almost all of his spiritual power to everyone. He only gave a little bit to him.

In his previous life, because Chu Wanning always gave the world too much and gave him too little, he resented Chu Wanning.

But at that time, he didn't know.

In fact, Chu Wanning gave him a little bit. Although it was pitifully little, it was all he had left. The only thing he had left.

"Alright! It's fixed! It's fixed! "

Suddenly, a cultivator under Manor Master Ma's command hurriedly ran to the door. His cheeks were red as he shouted, "Quickly prepare to retreat. We're closing the door! We're about to close the door! "

At this time, the person resisting the zombie horde had already been replaced by Mei Hanxue. After Xue Meng retreated, he was also injured. But his injuries weren't serious. He wrapped himself in gauze and didn't check much. He bit on the gauze and tied a knot while watching Mei Hanxue retreat.

It was strange. He remembered that Mei Hanxue clearly had a water and wood type spirit core, but he didn't know why she was able to use a fire type technique. He was alone. He cut off the water and lay on the konghou. His fingers were clanging and his face was ice cold. What he used was a fiery red barrier of flames, forcing back the zombies that tried to approach.

"Close the door! Young Master Mei! "

Mei Hanxue let the konghou hang in the air. Step by step, she retreated. When she retreated to the door, Xue Meng suddenly discovered that something was wrong. He turned his head and said, "Can you open the door a bit more? This zither is too wide. I can't get in … "

"No need."

Mei Hanxue coldly and concisely interrupted Xue Meng. She suddenly put the konghou back into the music box. Losing the zither's spiritual fire suppression, in an instant, a group of zombies surged forward. Xue Meng knew that she wasn't good at close combat. His expression suddenly changed. He pulled out Longcheng and was about to rush out to help.

Unexpectedly, before he even arrived, he saw a flash of silver light. At some unknown time, a silver sword appeared in Mei Hanxue's hand. The sword's Qi was awe-inspiring. He only saw his sword dance into a shadow. Then, he swept the ground and retreated. He suddenly threw the sword. Before the door was about to close, Mei Hanxue raised her hand and sternly said, "North Wind, come back!"

The sword turned into a snow-white light and entered through the gap. Mei Hanxue suddenly caught it. Her arm pulled the sword flower and returned to her side.

The Heavenly Palace's door closed with a bang.

A muffled sound came from outside. It was the sound of the corpses and dragon tendons smashing into the door. However, it seemed to come from very, very far away. The Nangong Clan's construction of the palace gate was not that easy to break through.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. There were quite a few disciples of the upper cultivation world who had never seen the world. Their legs went soft and they knelt on the ground. There were even some who didn't have a future. They even cried out, "Mom … What is this all about …"

Mei Hanxue, who was at the back, also let out a slight sigh of relief. However, his appearance of relief was not clearly different from usual. If it weren't for Xue Meng staring at him from the side, he probably wouldn't have noticed that he slightly opened his lips and lightly exhaled.

Suddenly, she discovered two terrifying gazes beside her. Mei Hanxue turned her head. "… What? Why are you looking at me? "

Xue Meng's throat was somewhat dry. "… Your sword …"

Mei Hanxue glanced sideways at the long sword flowing with silver light. "North Wind."

Xue Meng's face was cloudy and uncertain for a good while. He opened his mouth and said, "When did you learn how to use a sword? … No, no, it should be, when did you have a Divine Martial Skill? "

"I've always had one."

Xue Meng was stunned. "Then why didn't you use it during the Spiritual Mountain Conference?"

"…" Mei Hanxue was silent for a moment. "I don't want to use it."

Xue Meng seemed very puzzled. He was even a little angry. "Are you looking down on us? If you take out the Divine Martial Skill, you might be number one … number two? "

Mei Hanxue rolled her eyes. Her usually cold eyes seemed to be somewhat mocking. She looked at Xue Meng, whose cheeks were slightly red because of anger. After a while, she said, "Third place is very good. First place …" She pursed her lips and brushed past Xue Meng as she walked over. A few words casually fell into Xue Meng's ears.

"First place is too stupid."