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    When he said this, Mo Ran couldn't help agreeing.

    Master is right.

    False Gou Chen has a faint aura, Mo Ran originally thought it was his own illusion, but since Chu Wanning also felt it, the possibility of it being an illusion is very small.

    The breath of dead bodies.

    ¡ª¡ªThis Gou Chen Shanggong is not only not himself, but even, he is not a living person at all!

    In other words, the hands behind the scenes only took a corpse, used it as a puppet for themselves, and pretended to be the god of soldiers.  He didn't even show up in person.

    Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a low and sad smile came from Jin Chengchi.

    Immediately afterwards, a pale body leaped out of the water with a whizzing sound like a sharp arrow, and that fake Gou Chen Shanggong jumped into the air, but his demeanor became extremely terrifying at this moment, the skin all over his body shrank together,  It is like a snake shedding its skin and a silkworm breaking its cocoon.

    "Wan Ye Yuheng, Big Dipper Immortal Venerable. Grandmaster Chu, you really live up to your reputation."

    The fake hook hangs above the sparkling lake water, and the face that looks like the peeling skin of the painting seems to have twisted an almost distorted smile.

    "For a person like you, why didn't the Confucianism school fail to keep you?"

    Chu Wanning said coldly: "Who is your Excellency?"

    "You don't have to just know who I am." False Gou Chen said, "I won't let you know who I am either. You just think I'm a person who should have died long ago, and crawled out of hell again, looking for you guys  Let the gentleman take his life!"

    Mochizuki said sternly: "The younger generation is shameless! The heart-picking willow has been destroyed. With your spiritual power, if you don't have the power of the god tree, it is absolutely impossible to perform forbidden spells, and you will not be able to do evil!"

    Fake Gouchen sneered and said: "You old loach, you are dying, and you are here to spoil my big business. How can you talk here? Get out of here!"

    Chu Wanning suddenly said: "Your Excellency, Baizi, do you have something to say?"

    The so-called "Baizi", as the name suggests, refers to the most special kind of chess piece in Zhenlong chess game.

    When the caster finds a newly dead corpse and pours a part of his soul into the corpse, that part of the soul will fuse with the corpse to form a "white son" as white as jade.

    "Bai Zi" is different from the ordinary "Hei Zi" who simply follow orders. In other words, Bai Zi is actually a stand-in for the caster. Except that his mana is not as good as his body, he can think and act independently, and what they see and hear is also the same.  All can empathize with the ontology.

    When the false identity of Gou Chen was exposed, he clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, good! Good!!"

    After these three "yes", the false appearance became more and more distorted. It seemed that the main body's spells were about to run out, and Bai Zi's actions could not be maintained, gradually revealing the original shape of the corpse he occupied.

    "Chu Wanning, don't be self-righteous. Do you think it's useful to stop me today? Even if the heart-picking willow is destroyed, my body can still find other sources of spiritual power. It's you instead."

    As he said, his gradually cloudy eyes suddenly passed by Chu Wanning maliciously, and fell on Mo Ran.

    Suddenly startled!

    False Gouchen was quite mocking, and said word by word: "If you think that I am the only one who knows the three forbidden arts in this world, then I am afraid that you will not live for long."

    Chu Wanning's long eyebrows were low, and he said sharply: "What do you mean by that?"

    However, that fake Gou Chen suddenly stopped talking, and he froze for a moment. Suddenly, his whole body burst into stinky fragments, and a jade-white chess piece burst out from his body.  Into the fine waves of Jin Chengchi.

    It seems that the fake Gouchen's main body in the dark has finally lost all spiritual power after losing the help of the heart-picking willow.

    At the same time, Mochizuki, who almost also survived by the spiritual power of the heart-picking willow, staggered two steps, fell back to the ground with a plop, and said in a low voice: "Ah"

    Xue Meng said in surprise: "Watching the moon!"

    Mo Ran also said: "Watching the moon!"

    The four of them all came to Lao Jiao's side, and when the moon was full of oil and the lamp dried up, their lips turned pale.  He looked at them, his throat was as hoarse as a crow at dusk.

    "You, pleasedon't believe the nonsense of that person just now. What he said is far more false than true"

    The teacher's brows were full of concern and sorrow, and he said in a gentle voice: "Stop talking, senior, I will heal your wounds."

    "No, there's no need. Things that even your master can't doyouyou" Mochizuki coughed violently several times, and then panted, "there have been many people who have come to Jin Chengchi to seek swords these years. However,  ¡­Since the treacherous evil entered the pool, Bingxin Liu was unwilling to use the fetishes left by her master for him, and destroyed tens of thousands of weapons.; Chu Wanning's shoulder was severely injured, and the three teenagers were exhausted physically and mentally, so they rested in Daicheng for many days before leaving for Shu.

    Xue Meng didn't tell Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang about the sword-seeking, he was as proud as him, no matter whether his parents were disappointed or comforted, it was just salt on the knife's edge for him.  Chu Wanning saw it in his eyes, and couldn't bear it in his heart, so he buried his head in the scrolls all day long, hoping to find another way to get a god for Xue Meng.  Or, is there any other method in the world that can make mortals rival the magic weapon?

    Besides, who is that fake Gouchen, and where is his true self now?  What is the meaning of the last sentence spoken by the fake "Baizi" before he blew himself up?

    ?There are too many things to worry about. The candlelight of the Red Lotus Waterside Library Pavilion shines day and night, the copper pot drips, and the bamboo slips are spread all over the floor. Deep in the file is Chu Wanning's slightly tired face.

    "Yuheng, your shoulder is injured like this, don't take chances." Xue Zhengyi sat next to him holding a cup of hot tea and muttered, "Elder Tanlang is good at medical skills. If you are free, ask him to show you  Look."

    "It's okay, everything has begun to heal."

    Xue Zhengyong clicked his tongue: "No, no, look at you, your complexion has been sour since you came back. Ten people saw you, and nine of them said that you looked like you were going to pass out at any time. I think the wound is evil.  , maybe there is a poison or something, you should be more careful."

    Chu Wanning raised his eyelids: "I seem to be fainting?" He paused and sneered, "Who said that?"

    Xue Zhengyi: ""

    "Oh Yuheng, don't always treat yourself like iron and others like paper."

    Chu WanNing said: "I know what I know."

    Xue Zhengyi muttered silently, and the shape of his mouth looked like "How many farts do you have?"  Fortunately, Chu Wanning concentrated on reading and didn't see his small movements.

    After chatting for a while, Xue Zhengyi saw that it was late, patted his buttocks and stood up, ready to go back to accompany his wife. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Chu Wanning: "Yuheng, you go to bed earlier. If you look like this, let Meng  Son knows, he must die of guilt."

    Chu Wanning ignored him at all.

    Xue Zhengyi touched a cold nail, a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and left.

    After taking the medicine, Chu Wanning went back to the front of the case and continued to look up the files. He saw some faint dizziness behind him. He supported his forehead and felt slightly sick.

    However, this kind of nausea is fleeting, and Chu Wanning only thinks that he is tired, so he doesn't care.

    It was late at night, and he finally felt drowsy, and fell asleep with frowning eyebrows.  He was wearing wide sleeves as a pillow on the side of the mountain of files, and there was an unfinished scroll between his knees.

    That night, he had a dream.

    Unlike ordinary dreams, this dream picture is vivid and real.

    He was standing in the Alchemy Hall, which was the pinnacle of death and life, but this Alchemy Hall was different from what he knew, and many details of the furnishings had been changed. Before he had time to take a closer look, the door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the crimson curtain fluttered.

    Someone walked in.

    "Master."

    The person who came had handsome features, and his eyes were black and purple. Although he looked like a young man, he looked a little childish when he rolled his mouth.

    "Ink burning?"

    Chu Wanning stood up and just wanted to walk over, but found that four iron chains flowing with spiritual power were buckled on his ankles, restraining himself and unable to move.

    After being shocked and furious, Chu Wanning stared at the chains on his ankles in disbelief for a moment, his face twisted in anger, and he was so speechless that he raised his head and said sharply after a long time: "Mo Weiyu, are you rebelling? Untie it for me."  !"

    The person who came didn't seem to hear his anger, with a lazy smile on his face and deep dimples, walked over and pinched his chin.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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