Chapter 310 Tear Open the False Light

In less than an hour, the genius was dazzling. Outside the Academy on the peak of Ya Qi Mountain, more than a hundred white-robed Confucian scholars stood with their hands behind their backs.

"Both of you." Ning Zhumang looked at Mo Chen Zi and Yuan Guilong, who were standing beside him, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep with Su Mu'an on his back.

"Brother Ning, you don't need to say anything." Yuan Guilong waved his hand, "You and I are both over half a hundred years old. There are gatherings and joys and sorrows in this world, not enough."

When Ning Zhumang heard this, his body trembled slightly. After a long time, he bowed deeply to the two of them.

"Gao Yi … I will remember it in my heart. If I make a profit on this trip …"

"You two must remember to look for me. When the time comes, drink and enjoy yourself."

"If it is disadvantageous, I will definitely do it again if I have the fortune to ascend to the Immortal Realm!"

After saying that, Ning Zhumang no longer hesitated. He looked deeply at the two of them for the last time. He carried the youth on his back and jumped into the sea of clouds at the mountainside.

When Ning Zhumang's back disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this moment, one of the hundred white-robed Confucian scholars stepped forward, walked to Yuan Guilong, bowed to him, and asked, "Are you still not leaving?"

When he asked this, the scholar's face carried a warm smile, just like the rising sun in the distant mountain depression.

"Sir, please lead the way." Yuan Guilong also bowed respectfully to the scholar.

Instantly, the smile on the scholarly scholar's face collapsed, and it was replaced by a bitter cold like winter.

"Please." He stretched out his hand and said. A hundred Confucian scholars lined up behind him, giving way to a path.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuan Guilong and Mo Chen Zi walked along this path. The black-robed man behind them hesitated slightly and followed suit.

…

They walked to the gate of Lunar Temple.

As before, the doors of Lunar Temple slowly opened.

The sun rose at that time. Under the sunlight, the white Lunar Temple emitted an intoxicating white light.

After passing through the palace walls, Yuan Guilong and the others arrived at the main hall of Lunar Temple called Phoenix Arrival Pavilion.

An old man in white sat upright in the main hall of Lunar Temple.

His broad white robe laid the floor made of white jade beneath his feet.

Sunlight fell from the windows on both sides of the hall, reflecting mottled dots of light in the room.

"Are you two unwilling to leave?" The old man lowered his head, his snow-white hair hanging on his forehead, looking a little messy.

His hoarse and dry voice echoed in the silent hall for a long time.

Mo Chen Zi and Yuan Guilong exchanged a glance, and the expression in their eyes instantly turned gloomy.

Zheng!

Clang!

With two clear cries, the saber and sword were unsheathed at the same time.

When the black-robed man saw this, he consciously retreated.

"What a pity."

The old man muttered to himself.

At that moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at the two of them.

A divine light gradually lit up in his turbid eyes, and his body slowly stood up.

The sun seemed to dim at that time.

The specks of light that fell through the windows in the hall were extinguished one after another like candles.

The sunlight landed above Lunar Temple, as if something was blocking it, preventing him from shining in.

At that time, the large white robe on the old man's body also spread out a wisp of black ink from top to bottom. Its speed was extremely fast, and it instantly dyed the white robe black.

However, it did not stop there. The black color gushed down from his robe and spread out along the white jade floor like ripples, gradually dying the white hall. Then, it continued to spread until it enveloped the entire Lunar Temple.

The wrinkles on the old man's face began to recede, and an unimaginably handsome face appeared.

He looked at the two and his eyes turned scarlet, as if his lips were stained with blood.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "There are two more immortals missing in this world."

The cold and gloomy aura spread out, and the spring and moon shone brightly at any time. However, the Lunar Temple was like a harsh winter, and it was cold to the bone marrow.

The two of them didn't hesitate in the slightest and acted brazenly at that time.

A person's saber was like a dragon, and its blade radiance was boundless.

One person stepped on a lotus flower, his sword shining like multicolored light.

They were like the only starlight in the boundless darkness, dazzling, bright, and humble.

At the same time, he rushed towards the source of the darkness without any hesitation.

…

Ning Zhumang could clearly feel that the world behind him was undergoing some earth-shattering changes.

But he can't turn around.

He knew that once he turned around, some sacrifices might be in vain.

And he didn't want to let down such sacrifices.

He activated the True Essence around him and was quickly moved forward by the youth on his body.

The way down the mountain was very smooth, without any obstruction.

With his cultivation at the Great Evolution Realm and his full strength, he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain in less than half an hour.

Black matter continued to spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, the once lush forest seemed to have been cut out of this world, and boundless darkness shrouded it. Even at the foot of the mountain, Ning Zhumang still hadn't escaped the darkness.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his chaotic inner breath, and was about to take another step forward.

But at that time, the youth on his back let out a dreamlike murmur, and then his eyes slowly opened.

"Uncle Ning… Where are we?" The young man who had just awakened seemed to have yet to understand the process of the matter, so he asked softly.

Ning Zhumang gritted his teeth and didn't answer the youth's question. He quickly ran into the distance again.

The unresponsive youth hesitated slightly. He turned around and looked behind him. Black clouds covered the towering mountain peak. Pitch-black evil energy constantly lingered around the mountain peak. The ground beneath his feet gradually turned into a strange black, and faintly emitted a nauseating smell of decay. The youth suddenly came to his senses. He struggled to jump off Ning Zhumang's back and said loudly, "Uncle Ning, let me down. Master and Senior Mo are in danger!"

However, the man beneath him seemed to have never heard of his shouting. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Mu'an 's hand tightly, continuing to walk forward quickly.

The youth immediately panicked.

He couldn't care less about the other people who started to struggle crazily. Ning Zhumang was caught off guard. The two of them tilted their bodies and fell to the ground. They rolled down the hillside and rolled for a hundred feet before stopping at a relatively gentle corner.

After that, Su Mu'an , who was standing up, ignored her embarrassment and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.

Ning Zhumang naturally knew that with his cultivation, it was impossible for him to reach the peak of the mountain. However, the changes in Lunar Temple were extremely strange. No one could say what would happen to Su Mu'an if he went there so recklessly. Therefore, he hurriedly pulled Su Mu'an back when he saw this.

"Mu An, you can't go!"

"Why?" The youth asked in puzzlement. His brows were almost knitted together, and his expression was extremely anxious.

"You'll die! You can't help them." Ning Zhumang explained loudly, but he also felt pale when he said those words.

'"Then why did they have to go" Su Mu'an became more and more confused. He couldn't understand why people who could clearly live with good intentions had to fight to the death.

In that instant, Ning Zhumang's expression became miserable.

"Because the true darkness of this world is always hidden under the light."

"Some people can see him, but because of some tentacles' benefits, they are willing to agree and live under the hypocritical sunshine."

"And some people, not only did they see him, they were also willing to risk eternal calamity to tear apart that hypocritical light and take a look at the appearance behind this world for the rest of the world."

"Your master… the Mo Sword Immortal of the Sword Mausoleum… unfortunately…"

"They are all such people …"

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