Outside Fengping Valley, the fresh wind howls, powdery snow swirls, and several bonfires are looming, full of blood and full of noise and commotion. Mo Lan folded his arms and waited patiently for a reply, feeling uneasy as he didn't know what it would be like to meet again after a long separation.
Back then, she received a piece of southern natal blood, which she regarded as a treasure. She hid in a dark place and devoted herself to cultivating it. She only thought that it was a God-given opportunity and should not be missed. However, she did not think that "there is a time in life that must be there, and there is a time in life, so don't force it." Once Shan Tao recalled his vitality, he bullied the small with the big one and took away her essence. Mo Lan held up the "Blood Jade Dripping Pendant" and struggled to hold on. She used her mantis arm as a chariot. No matter how Shan Tao could compete with her, she made a decisive decision and sacrificed half of her blood essence. The blood spurted out from her fingertips, adding up to hundreds of layers in an instant. Shrinking, it condensed into a trembling "blood talisman bead", and he threw it out without hesitation, cutting off the fetters of his own blood and energy, and escaped.
After a lucky escape, his energy plummeted. It was like fighting against a powerful enemy for seven days and nights, forcing out every ounce of potential. Mo Lan's heartbeat was like a drum, his hands and feet were stiff, and he was exhausted, and he escaped in a hurry. After more than a hundred miles, he couldn't hold on anymore. He didn't care about looking for a safe place, so he randomly got into a bamboo forest and fell to the ground.
The wind and rain came, the branches and leaves were whirling, and Mo Lan lay in the mud unable to move. The sky and the earth were not working. If he was discovered by the monsters in the past, he would definitely be destroyed. It took a full seven or eight hours for Mo Lan to get a trace of blood in his body. Mo Lan tried his best to activate the "Blood Jade Dripping Pendant" and passed the most difficult and dangerous moment in his life. He sat up from the mud, his whole body was sore and dizzy. sleep.
His clothes were soaked and tightly wrapped around his body. The chill seeped into his bones. Mo Lan reluctantly climbed up and walked for more than a hundred feet. He found a shallow stream, leaned over and drank a gulp of cold water, then washed his face. Staring at the reflection in the water, I felt unwilling. Although her beautiful face was still there, most of her black hair had turned white. Nan Nan's natural vitality had been gained and lost, leaving indelible traces on her body. She had always been proud and arrogant, but she had never suffered such a loss before, so she secretly made up her mind. You must fight for this breath!
However, the culprit who caused her harm was Shan Tao, the Lord of the Southern Abyss.
Relying on the sustenance given by Yin Feng, Mo Lan regained his strength bit by bit and looked at his body. Although his essence and blood were greatly damaged, he had lost a thousand years of Taoism and finally did not leave any consequences. The "Blood Jade Drop Pendant" was unable to make ends meet, its luster was dim, and he fell into a deep sleep. Mo Lan urgently needed blood to replenish his vitality. After thinking about it again and again, he gritted his teeth, changed his appearance, and broke into the bloody battle alone, mingling with the army of monsters, feeding himself with battle, everywhere. Collect blood.
It was also a coincidence that when Mo Lan was going for a bloody battle, he encountered a town general gathering an army of monsters. At the beginning of the establishment, he recruited all of them regardless of their size. Mo Lan joined them and soon stood out and became the leader of an army. The general will lead the people to fight and plunder blood everywhere.
The general named "Hou Ying" was taciturn, and his combat power was roughly in the middle, inferior to "Zangbing", "Zhongli", "Dukong", "Zhuanlun", "Daqiu" and other generals. He died in the bloody battle. There is too much to keep but not enough to make progress. Mo Lan was like a fish in water under his command, his strength gradually recovered, and more and more soldiers under his command, until he had an army of 100,000, sweeping away like a torrent at the tip of the soldiers, winning battles many times.
However, the good days soon came to an end. The will of the abyss regained its original power and manifested into the world through the golden body of Kaya. The bloody battle gradually subsided, and the generals returned to the pillars one after another. Hou Ying could not stay for a long time, and one day he died. go. As soon as the general left, the army of monsters suddenly dispersed, leaving only tens of thousands of people under Mo Lan's command, running around. The town general and the town general had a telepathic connection, and they instinctively avoided each other until the last moment. Without Hou Ying's guidance, Mo Lan encountered the town general one after another, and the soldiers at hand were quickly defeated. She finally saw clearly that a bloody battle was about to begin. In the end, relying on the general is just a stopgap measure. One more thing is worse than one less thing. It is better to go away to the mountains and forests alone and no longer get involved.
On this day, Mo Lan accidentally heard the news that Qi Ran returned to Fengping Valley and killed a general with every move. He was astonished beyond words. Her first reaction was the same as that of Chen Dan. She guessed that Qi Ran must have benefited from his natal blood energy in the south to become as strong as he is today. On impulse, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and rushed to the north to invite him to meet him and find out what happened.
After so many years, Mo Lan was filled with emotion when he saw Qi Ran again. A pair of wonderful eyes fell on him, and he couldn't help but reach out and stroke his hair, wondering if this appearance would make him look down upon. Qi Ran watched her quietly, and old things came to mind one by one. She was still the same as before, with a nimble figure and a slender waist, but she contained amazing strength. However, her long hair was half white, and her eyes and brows were a bit stubborn. A little more haggard.
When I saw that Mo Lan had lost his life, so much pain, so much melancholy, so much resentment, and so much admiration were all wasted. But these emotions have nothing to do with Qi Ran. Mo Lan Qiao stands in front of him, just an old acquaintance reunited after a long separation, with no other meaning.
Every encounter in the world is a reunion after a long absence.
Mo Lan pursed his lips and showed a slight smile. He hesitated, feeling that the person in front of him seemed strange. Just when she was about to speak, the "blood jade dripping pendant" beat violently, warning her repeatedly. Mo Lan was so surprised that she suddenly felt blessed, her face changed drastically, and she blurted out: "You are not Qi Ran!"
Did you notice something strange so quickly? It seems that they have been entangled for many years and have a deep love for each other. They know each other well and cannot hide it. Qi Ran smiled slightly and asked: "How can you see it?"
Mo Lan took a deep breath, stepped back half a step, held the "Blood Jade Drop Pendant" tightly in his palm, his chest heaved, his mouth was dry, and he said intermittently: "You... what did you... do to him?"
Qi Ran did not fool her, and said calmly: "Haotian Beiming took away the life and blood of the south, and Qi Ran's soul was annihilated, leaving behind a mutilated and incomplete corpse. Instead of being buried in the belly of a wolf, it is better to borrow it for use."
Mo Lan could hardly believe her ears, but there was another voice deep in her heart, telling her for sure that this was the truth, the truth, not a lie. Qi Ran was dead, she was staggering and almost falling, pain filled her chest and abdomen, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Who...are you?"
Qi Ran said: "It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is what you plan to do."
The "blood jade drop pendant" was as hot as charcoal. Mo Lan couldn't hold it, so he slowly loosened his fingers, and a drop-shaped jade pendant slowly rose up. The blood light suddenly became thicker and lighter, and the dim light disappeared, revealing a slim figure. But she is a woman with a slightly melancholy face, her face seems to have aged, but she also seems to be in her prime.
Mother and son are connected, that is King Yin Feng, regardless of the cost, sends a projection into the north, close at hand, facing Qi Ran.
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