boom!
A ferocious purple thunder pierced the darkness, tore through the heavy dark clouds, and appeared in the sky above Nalan Mansion.
At this moment, the original Nalan Mansion no longer existed, or should be said, where the mansion should have been, there were only ruins lingering with a strange black energy. There was a faint flash of lightning, but it did not last long before it dissipated. .
In the ruins, Hou Li, the eighth master of the Hou family, controlled the thunder. His brocade robe was almost broken, and was solidified by blood and burnt traces, covering the wounds all over his body.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the woman holding an umbrella standing on the other side of the ruins, and sighed: "'Tianque' is indeed an evil being known as the strongest martial spirit of the ancient tribe. In time, you will have a place among the gods in the sky."
The woman holding the umbrella had an expressionless face, and the ferocious and twisted shadow behind her disappeared and appeared, full of fear for the old man.
After a long silence, she said, "You won't see that day anymore."
"Hey."
Faced with this junior's provocation, Hou Baye breathed out, not caring about her murderous intention that was almost solidified, but turned his head and looked to the other side, "Old ghost, if you are still alive, come out."
"Also, besides you, where are your useless brothers? Are they all dead?"
On the other side of the ruins, countless black infuriating energy filled with the breath of death rolled up and transformed into Nalan Bing's skinny and short figure.
Nalan Bing stepped on the broken bricks and said coldly: "To deal with you, we don't need all the Nalan family to mobilize. Hou Li, don't think too highly of yourself."
Upon hearing this, Master Hou spit out a mouthful of blood with fragments of internal organs, and said nonchalantly: "You old and immortal guys, you talk empty words about being indifferent to the world, but aren't you still plotting everything behind your back?"
"But those brothers of yours are really cruel, leaving you, an old ghost, here to die for the future of the Nalan family."
Hou Baye glanced at the woman holding the umbrella who fell silent again, and said calmly: "After you die, the Heavenly Art of Annihilation will be passed on to her. She will be the divine son of the Nalan family, and will lead the Nalan family to regain the glory of the ancient clan? Good calculation, even I have to admit that your idea is indeed very good, very creative, and bold enough."
Hearing the word "ancient tribe" again, Nalan Bing was uncharacteristically calm, his eyes as if looking at a dead person.
He stretched out his hand and patted his heart. The lightning flashed past, which was invisible to the naked eye, rapidly eroding his solid foundation in heavenly skills.
That was Hou Li's 'gift' given to him.
The sixth-order Great Sky Thunder Secret Technique is upright and bright, with infinite divine power. The true energy it generates can just restrain the Heavenly Art of Annihilation. In other words, they themselves are one entity but have different origins.
The big thunder symbolizes destruction, and the power of annihilation symbolizes death.
However, these two types of Qi are incompatible with water and fire, and are mutually reinforcing and incompatible.
Therefore, when Hou Baye injected a big thunderous energy into Nalan Bing's heart, he had already severely injured the leader of the Nalan family.
Although it doesn't look as tragic as Hou Ba Ye from the outside, in fact, half of Nalan Bing's internal meridians have been shattered by the conflict of zhenqi. If it weren't for the temporary sealing of Xuanmen You Mansion, Hou Ba Ye would have just died to leave him. "Gift" has already blown up his Xuanmen Youfu and taken away his old life.
Thinking of this, Nalan Bing's eyes darkened, but in an instant they turned into relief.
Fortunately, fortunately she is here.
When Nalan Bing saw the woman holding the umbrella, he smiled silently, as if he thought of a bright future.
"It's so ugly, Nalan Bing."
Hou Baye suddenly sighed and said: "You deformed monsters turned your wishes into shackles and put them around the necks of these young people, giving them powerful power that they could not control at all, and cultivating brand new monsters from generation to generation. How could you still do this? Do you think this is to restore the family's past glory? Nalan Bing, you really should see your face now."
"too ugly!"
Hou Baye uttered these three words, even if he was seriously injured, he still spoke loudly.
"Forget it, Hou Li." Nalan Bing took a step forward, but he no longer had that unpredictable power. He was like an old man in his dying years, with a smile full of resentment, and said with a smile: "We're here. At our age, we have nothing left except glory, future, and the surname we inherit from birth."
Nalan Bing spat out a breath of scorched-black turbid air, which was the sequelae of the power of thunder destroying his remaining body.
Now his lungs have been torn by thunder. If it weren't for his strong body, he wouldn't be able to do something as simple as speaking.
But even so, he seemed not to notice any pain. He looked at the woman holding the umbrella standing there with longing eyes, and his smile did not diminish: "At least, I am worthy of the name Nalan. And what about you? After you go to Netherworld, you might be able to answer confidently in front of all the ancestors of the Hou family, don't you have the slightest bit of shame towards the Hou family?"
"Of course not."
Hou Baye coughed and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "From the moment I was born, I was destined to be an 'unworthy descendant' of the Hou family. Even if I go to the Netherworld, there is a one in 10,000 chance that the Hou family's The remnant souls of my ancestors are lucky enough to remember who they are and know what I have done. They should also swarm up, tear my soul into pieces, and throw it into the 'River of Styx' in the deepest part of the netherworld."
"But what does that matter?"
Before Nalan Bing could speak sarcastically again, Hou Baye had already opened his arms, as if to embrace the heavy rain, and laughed, "What does that matter!?"
When Nalan Bing saw the somewhat crazy Hou Baye, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned gloomy again.
The dispute between the Hou family and the Nalan family has lasted for more than a day or two.
No matter how low-key the Nalan family is, no matter how harmless they behave, the Hou family, headed by Mr. Hou, never let go of the Nalan family, and their indifferent eyes are always watching here.
However, now that the Marquis is 'dead', the eyes staring at the Nalan family are no longer sharp. Nalan Bing almost thought that the day of the Nalan family's turnaround has come, but he never expected that after the Marquis is gone, a newer person comes. Crazy Hou Baye.
Hou Li!
Nalan Bing recited the name silently, the murderous intent in his heart almost overflowing.
What does he want to do? What did this lunatic want to do after destroying the Nalan family's mansion in the main city
"Nalan Bing, haven't you noticed yet?" Hou Baye stopped laughing and pointed to the top of his head.
Nalan Bing looked subconsciously, looking at the black cloud that covered all the stars and the sky, with an ugly expression on his face.
"The era of noble families has passed. For some people, the glory of the ancient clan is just scraps of metal that get in the way."
"The family will be destroyed."
"Everything will be destroyed."
Hou Baye's voice gradually became lower, and he looked at the woman holding the umbrella, "Monsters should also be buried with the old history."
"shut up!"
Nalan Bing pointed at Master Hou and said angrily: "Stop pretending to be a ghost here! You are already useless, Hou Li! You are a useless person, what else can you do! What else can you do!"
"Yeah, I'm useless." Hou Baye seemed to suddenly realize it. His eyes that had no light at all brightened up, and his old face seemed to have regained its vitality, revealing a smile: "But the Hou family will get on the big ship. Survive the storm and leave a mark in the new era.”
"Even if I'm dead, won't the Hou family continue on?"
"In this way, even if you go to the netherworld after death, those old ghosts won't have anything to say, right?"
Hou Baye laughed hoarsely and said to Nalan Bing: "The rotten and old rules are about to be broken. You are no match for Prince Yan's Palace."
"Or should I say."
"You are no match for him."
Nalan Bing's expression became even more ugly.
Of course he knew who the person Hou Baye was talking about was.
That young man's recent reputation has almost surpassed that of Mo Shenfeng and Hou Ye, the two original controllers of Yanzhou.
"The Nalan family has never been an enemy of Prince Yan's Mansion. Even if Lu Li wants to settle the matter, he can't do it to us."
Nalan Bing still wanted to refute, but when he saw the half-smiling expression on Hou Baye's face, he immediately understood what he meant.
At this point, there is no point in trying to refute anything.
He knew better than anyone else whether the Nalan family was really as 'innocent' as he said.