"Your junior brother did die because of me." Mo Wendong did not feel any fear at all because of Murong Haoyue's arrival, but smiled faintly, "But you have to know who killed him."

Murong Haoyue lowered her head and said nothing.

Mo Wendong whispered: "It's you, Murong Haoyue. It was you who was trapped by love that he chose to go down the mountain; it was because you failed to understand his painstaking efforts that he had been lonely in Luocheng for half his life; you even married and hated him! He had many opportunities to survive, but he personally sent him to a dead end."

"After all, he died because of you!"

There is regret for the old friends in his words and anger for Murong Haoyue.

But more of it is the loneliness of finding opponents in the world.

Immortals should have been lonely.

Murong Haoyue sighed, "The snow in Wudang fell for several months, and it was only a short stop in front of him. But the snow in his residence had not been melted for a long time. Mr. Mo was not worried. I have already placed a tomb for him. When you die, I will carry your head in front of his tomb and perform the ceremony of kneeling three times and nine times in front of his tomb, and then guard the tomb for life."

Mo Wendong was slightly stunned.

"Sir, I want me to feel guilty and regretful, and to retreat without fighting, but I also understand that if I don't die for a day, he will not be able to rest in peace for a day." Murong Haoyue opened the sword box behind her, "There is no need to weigh the matter."

"Because I know very well why I can still sit here."

"Okay." Mo Wendong nodded in praise.

I don’t know whether I was appreciating Murong Haoyue’s decisiveness or paying tribute to the invisible opponent. After a while, he lowered his head and chuckled slightly, “But you seem to have overlooked one thing.”

"What?"

"As chess players, you are not my opponent."

Outside the Taoyuan.

Luo Feiyu watched the red shore flowers spread to his feet, hurriedly opened Tang Zangtian's ink sword, then swung the sword forward, stirring up sand and dust in the sky.

A ferocious ghost who seeks life was also revealed.

A man was wearing a maple suit and a Guanyin jumped high. The man also wore his blue mask.

Luo Feiyu shouted: "Naihe Bridge!"

"That person said, you will definitely die today!" The girl in the maple dress scattered a handful of maple leaves and penetrated the flowers on the other side. The flowers on the other side quickly burned, sharp and hot!

The waves of water immediately gathered on Luo Feiyu's sword, trying to cut off the spreading flames. But at this moment, the blood and tears Guanyin rolled the willow branches in his hand, and a rippling of water splashed down, but did not weaken the fire in half. Instead, it made the fog, making it impossible to distinguish the reality and the truth in it.

Among them, an ink sword came to slash the fog!

"No!" After Gongsun Shilian, who came from a distance, came out with a sword, the Jiangmo sword was so powerful that it almost crushed the original elegance.

Ren Shaohua, who followed one after another, also threw out the folding fan in his hand.

Can you save Luo Feiyu?

cannot.

This is a killing situation.

Those who hold chess will not pity every piece.

Abandon or last forever.

All of them are just a thought of someone holding a chess.

A dead end is a dead end, and there is never any possibility of resurrection.

———

"It's a pity that I am no longer a chess player now." Mo Wendong suddenly stood up. Mo Haochen saw that the cracks in his true energy were constantly disappearing, and within a moment, he had recovered as before.

Murong Haoyue was shocked, "What?" Everything that Mo Wendong's true energy seemed to be a sign of repairing the immortal body.

"Actually, I'm also very curious. Are you who inherited Xiao Haochen's will the scattered sand that collapsed with one blow or another him? But now I have no way out. So I chose another way to coexist with you." Mo Wendong looked at them, "I am the same as you now."

"It's also a chess piece."

———

The fire spreads through the flowers on the other side, and it will never leave Luo Feiyu's life.

It also burned all the chances of Gongsun Shilan and others to save him.

Tang Zangtian's must-kill sword will also be killed.

"Ding." A nice and ethereal voice sounded.

Then everything was really frozen, whether it was people or those dead.

A woman in white with a great temperament appeared in the sky. She raised her sleeves and waved her sleeves. The fires all over the ground and the flowers on the other side of the ground turned into colorful ashes and melted into the sand, and then formed a lush green.

Even those swords turned into blue smoke, which surrounded the rainbow.

The Jiangmo sword and the lonely boat fan were all returned to their masters.

The woman who handled all this looked up and looked in the direction of Taoyuan.

Then, it disappeared out of thin air.

———

"You always appear at the most appropriate time." Mo Wendong suddenly turned around and looked at the woman who appeared in front of him out of thin air, his eyes also became ethereal.

The woman whispered: "Because you want to kill my Luoshen clan."

Mo Wendong smiled, "But as you wish, he was not dead."

The woman's eyes were very light, and I don't know if it was this or some other reason, "Why did she come back."

"Because, I want to see the flowers bloom again." Mo Wendong replied.

But for a moment.

Peach blossoms bloomed on the dead branches behind him, and in the blink of an eye, the entire dead forest had already passed.

The illusion of the Luoshen, dream-tracing.

It can make everything belong to its best, either fleeting or eternal.

"But all this is still a mirror and a moonlight after all." The woman sighed, "If you choose to believe it, you have deceived yourself."

"But I can't deceive my heart. At least what I see now is the best look in my heart." Mo Wendong smiled and looked at the peach blossoms falling in his palm. "It's really the most powerful illusion in the world. I used this illusion to restore the water town river pond, but I still couldn't restore it."

"The blooming scene is only a moment." The woman in white shook her head, "Even if you can recover, it's just a false."

The flowers withered instantly.

After the woman arrived, Mo Haochen felt a strange feeling and could not speak. But while the peach blossoms were withering, he saw that the cracks were back on Mo Wendong's true energy.

In other words, Mo Wendong's immortal body is actually still broken!

Mo Haochen was finally able to speak: "Senior Brother!"

Murong Haoyue held the thunder sword tightly.

"Stop!" Mo Wendong shouted like a sudden thunder sound.

What kind of person can make such a profound sound?

Murong Haoyue frowned, "It's too late."

After the woman arrived.

The peach blossoms bloomed for a moment.

He also bought this moment for Mo Wendong.

And in this short period of time, Mo Wendong witnessed the blooming of flowers to the point of scars, and ignited his obsession with the peach blossom in his heart. And with this obsession-

Repaired, immortal body.

"I will definitely let it bloom forever." Mo Wendong turned around suddenly.

Go straight to Luo Feiyu outside the Taoyuan!
Chapter completed!