seven years ago.

"I will take him away today." Mo Wendong held a baby in his arms.

Luo Yesi tightened the hem of Mo Wendong's clothes: "No, he is your child and mine, and he still has the blood of the Luo Shen clan flowing through him. If he steps out of the mirage, he will definitely die."

"Even if life is short, there is still joy in suffering." Mo Wendong said indifferently: "It is better to take advantage of the few days to see the outside world than to linger in this pale and empty mirage.

.”

"Just like we used to be."

Mo Wendong left resolutely, leaving Luo Yesi with a determined figure behind him.

In the end, Luo Yesi gradually accepted this fact and trapped himself in a river of broken love. He didn't know whether to draw a line as a prison or to draw a clear line with Mo Wendong.

Suddenly, seven years have passed.

Luoshen Village.

Luo Yeci stared blankly at the foggy mirror in front of him, seeing blood mist lingering in the mirror.

But the source of the blood mist was not the Luo Feiyu she expected, but the Taoist boy.

The Taoist boy she had a brief moment with.

"How could it be him? He is already dead."

Luo Yesi suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. When she saw this Taoist boy, she had a vague sense of familiarity and an urge to go up and recognize him, but the facts she believed in her heart kept telling her.

not him.

Not her child.

The ancient country of Loulan has been laid to rest in the mirage of the Immortal Tomb by the Luo Shen Clan. As long as the Luo Shen Clan can step into the Immortal Tomb and sacrifice their own lives, the people of Loulan City can wake up.

But why can this Taoist boy awaken Loulan?

Luo Yesi didn't dare to think any further.

He just took his eyes back with difficulty and walked outside.

"Chief, where are you going?"

"Come out of the mirage and go to the Immortal Tomb." Luo Yeci did not look back.

Immortal Tomb.

At this time, Mo Haochen had fainted, and his consciousness was being withdrawn bit by bit. His body was completely out of control. He felt that there seemed to be something pulling on him under the immortal tomb, and his whole body was absorbed to the ground.

, the flesh and blood under the knees continued to seep into the fairy mist.

Is this what death smells like?

It's much clearer than imagined...

"Back then, I asked Alan to steal the elixir from Longhu Mountain and give it to you, just to maintain your life to this day. Now my mother has been wronged, and my father has also stepped into the Sword Tomb, and he will not be beaten by what will happen next.

Everything was affected." Mo Wendong said softly: "And I sent you to Wudang, let you experience things in the world that you had no chance to experience, and let you have bonds that you would never have. That is what I

Granting you the greatest mercy.”

"And now is the time for you to repay this kindness."

But Mo Haochen's originally fragile little face had become pale and skinny, bloodless, and he could no longer speak.

"Just use the bloodline in your body that comes from Luo Shen in Ye Cicdu."

"Let's open up this long-sleeping Loulan."

On the way to and from the Immortal Tomb, Luo Feiyu was a little shocked when he listened to Gongsun Shiliu's narration about Loulan.

"Is this okay?" He and Ren Shaohua looked at each other.

Ren Shaohua shrugged: "You are from the Luoshen tribe, why are you so surprised?"

"I really don't know about this. The clan leader never told me." Luo Feiyu turned to look at Ling Jianqiu.

But Ling Jianqiu, the prince of Loulan, still walked forward slowly with a calm expression: "When I left Loulan, my father told me about this."

"Your father has told you, why didn't the clan leader tell me?" Luo Feiyu noticed something strange.

Ren Shaohua pondered for a moment and gave an explanation: "It seems that Mo Wendong wanted to use Caiyun's hand to lure you into this killing situation, and then use your blood as a sacrifice to awaken the people of Loulan City. But because

Ling Jianqiu's intervention made his killing spree come to nothing."

Ling Jianqiu shook his head: "Maybe Mo Wendong doesn't know about this."

Ren Shaohua raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Mo Wendong wanted to kill his junior brother because he had learned the Immortal Kowtow Sword. This sword was also learned by his master. It is the nemesis of the immortal. And he has already obtained the upper and lower volumes of the Nine Pictures of Ling Xing. He

Stepping into the Immortal Tomb must be for the purpose of becoming an immortal." Ling Jianqiu replied: "If he becomes an immortal, his junior brother will definitely be an obstacle that he cannot ignore. And to awaken Loulan, the Luo Shen tribe must step into the Immortal Tomb, not outside the Immortal Tomb.

I tested Mo Wendong, if he really knew about this, he wouldn't let me stop you so easily."

Luo Feiyu suddenly stopped.

I don't know why, but he thought of something.

Cut off the river of love.

Why did Luo Yesi break up his love?

When she met Mo Wendong, why were both parties in such strange moods?

Everyone stopped and Gongsun Shiliu turned around and asked him: "What's wrong?"

"Is it possible that Mo Wendong just wanted you to stop me?" Luo Feiyu said quietly.

Ling Jianqiu was stunned: "What did you say?"

"You mean, he has another choice to wake up Lou Lan?" Ling Jianqiu shook his head: "The Luo God Clan is hiding in the world. If he really has this plan, you are the only choice. What's more, he is an extremely cautious person.

It is still unknown what Loulan will bring in the future. If we miss one move, we will lose everything."

"Maybe we are all wrong, or maybe he has regarded himself as a pawn." Luo Feiyu said solemnly.

He is the most qualified person to say this.

Almost from the beginning, he was on Mo Wendong's chessboard.

If a chess piece survives to the end on the chessboard, it will also become the player's opponent in a sense. Because the chess player can no longer move chess pieces at will, if he wants to erase this chess piece, he must worry about the outcome of the game.

Overall.

As long as the chess pieces are alive, there will be no end.

"The chess game in the world has ended, and the chess game in his heart has also entered its final game." Luo Feiyu looked forward with a solemn expression: "Putting yourself on the chess board is not a different kind of caution. Because of this, this gambling game

, only then can there be a winner.”

Immortal Tomb.

Mo Wendong looked at the results of his seven-year layout with both appreciation and farewell.

But one person silently drew his sword.

This sword is famous for its elegance, and it is very suitable for this farewell.

The name of the sword is Mu Huai.

What was reflected on the sword was Yan Jingchen's cold gaze.

From the time Mo Haochen stepped into the Immortal Tomb to the current situation, it only took a few blinks.

But Yan Jingchen saw one thing clearly.

It was not Mo Wendong who caused Mo Haochen to fall into this situation.

Mo Wendong was indeed at his weakest point on his way to immortality, as he expected.

It was just a bluff before!

Yan Jingchen stabbed out with his sword!

"Twilight Huaihe Festival."

"When the cold plum blossoms and the frost are proud of the snow, move forward fearlessly and fearlessly."

On the sword's edge, which looks like a dead branch, there seems to be a winter plum blooming!
Chapter completed!