As if responding to him, a huge skeleton foot suddenly stepped out from the surging molten stream. The nails alone were as wide as the wheel of a car. This foot landed in Ganquan Lake, and half of the lake was filled. Then the other foot fell again, breaking the countless orange trees on the shore.
A gigantic skeleton roared and stepped out of the sky crack, it turned its stiff head, howled up to the sky, the sound shook the sky, and then held a sharp axe with a shackle and clang, "Ho--" slammed into the shore.
The giant axe sank into the ground, causing layers of heat waves, tumbling mud and rocks, and instant shattering of vegetation.
Seeing that the place where Xue Meng was standing was about to collapse, suddenly a blue light appeared, and it was Nangong Liu holding a pair of swords and waving his spiritual energy against it. Only a loud bang was heard, the two forces collided, and the soil and broken wood exploded. Xu Shuanglin supported the water barrier beside him, and shouted, "Hit him between the ribs! Did you see it!"
"I see." Nangong Liu gritted his teeth and said, swept away his usual soft appearance, and attacked the sternum of the giant skeleton. The ink burned and looked at it, and saw a cluster of flames burning on the chest of the skull, and the shadows in the flames were a human figure who was tied. He wanted to see it a little more clearly, but he couldn't see it because of the flash of fire when the giant skull and Nangong Liu were fighting.
It is reasonable to say that Nangong Liu took a lot of time to summon this evil spirit from hell, and it is easy to understand that he should let it be ordered by himself and cause harm to the world. But looking at Nangong Liu's current posture, it seems that he has devoted his life to fighting this thing.
This is so weird...
But Mo Ran didn't have time to think about it. Xue Meng and the others were still standing in the same place. If they continued to fight like this, they would be affected. Mo Ran recalled Chu's late seal gesture and snorted: "Damn, ten thousand coffins!" Ten red willow vines rushed from all sides like flying snakes, wrapping the chess pieces on the shore one after another, and then retreated to the periphery.
"Yes, you use it well."
Chu nightning's sentence must make Mo Ran's chest warm. At this moment, the people he likes are by his side, and the people who want to protect are also sheltered by the gods and gods. When Mo Ran sees them fighting this time, his mind is much more stable. .
He found that although Nangong Liu's attacking techniques were not on the table, his dodging and defense were top-notch. He didn't know that this person had preferred to cultivate this type of spells since he was a child. No wonder he slaughtered Confucianism in his previous life. The head of the family escaped faster than a rabbit.
Although the giant skeleton's offensive was ruthless, due to its bulky stature and slow movement, it did not hurt Nangong Liu for a while. Nangong Liu walked higher and higher along its dense skeleton, his robes fluttered, and the bright red spikes of his hat turned over. Fei - He stood on the sternum and ribs of the giant skeleton, and across the white bones, he could clearly see the person hanging from the skeleton's heart...
Nangong Liu first shouted loudly, like someone who was relieved after extreme torment, his voice was twisted and ferocious, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Hahahaha! I found it! Finally... I finally found you!!"
His gleaming eyes were bloodshot deep in the hat, and he shouted angrily, ecstatically, and roared: "I found it!"
Wrapped in the flame was a man with tightly closed eyes. He looked thin and fragile, and he didn't have a very bright appearance, a face that was easy to forget.
Nangong Liu kept mumbling, almost crazy: "I found it, I found it... Haha, hahahaha... I found you... I found you..."
He suddenly raised the blue-light flowing sword in his hand, and stabbed the sleeping man fiercely towards the core of the giant skeleton!
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the deadly silent man suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes suddenly. From below, Xu Shuanglin shouted angrily, "Don't look at his eyes! I fucking told you not to look into his eyes!" But Nangong Liu was so close to the man that he almost caught him off guard. Looking at each other, Nangong Liu only had time to see the scarlet pupils in those round, beast-like eyes, and bloody tears flowed out, and then he felt a pain like tearing all over his body.
He shouted "Ah", and he fell straight from the sky and fell to the ground. If Xu Shuanglin had not held up a barrier to protect him, he would have broken his bones.
Xu Shuanglin walked quickly, stomping his bare feet on the ground: "What are you doing to look at him? Didn't I tell you that when you look at him, you will feel the pain of his soul? You..."
Halfway through the words, Nangong Liu stood up staggeringly from the ground, his hat fell off, revealing a messy bun, and a pair of panicked eyes under the messy hair.
"Ah... ah!"
The moonlight shone on his face without any cover, his fingers spasmed, and he covered his face with great pain, but it was useless, all the skin exposed to the moonlit night quickly began to chapped, burst open, and rolled out bright red. The tender meat, the blood kept flowing down.
"what!!!"
Nangong Liu screamed wildly, trying to cover his face with his sleeves, but this caused his hands and forearms to be exposed in a panic, and the flesh there began to tear quickly, and the flesh was mottled.
Mo Ran and Chu Wanning watched from a distance, both unbelievable - what happened to Nangong Liu
He actually... can't shine directly in the moonlight
The clothes fluttered out, shaking like eagle wings, Xu Shuanglin took off his robe and threw it on Nangong Liu's face, covering him tightly. It didn't feel cold at all. His clothes were slightly open, and his strong chest was rising and falling slightly. Seeing Nangong Liu slumped on the ground as soft as a sieve, he was annoyed for a while, and he held up his big naked feet, and kicked the head of the head without respect. He kicked: "What are you doing sitting down, you still can't get up! If you don't kill it when the spiritual power you have gathered is exhausted, don't think about it for the rest of your life!"
Who would have thought that Nangong Liu, the stern and stern dim sum, sat on the ground with snot and tears and cried, "I'm dying of pain... Life is better than death, really life is better than death... My face is covered in blood... My hands are full of blood... Also... I can't take it anymore... Shuanglin, I can't take it anymore... You are for me... "
"I'm for you, I'm for you, everything is for you!" Xu Shuanglin was furious, and kicked him in the face again, "Why don't you just give me the head position and let me be yours for you? never mind!"
"Do you think I don't want to!" Nangong Liu was kicked to the ground and growled lowly, "Do you think I don't want to! I'm tired of it! The curse left by Luo Fenghua will kill me for the rest of my life! He let me stay here! I will never take off the throne! Come on! I wish someone could take my place! I just wish I couldn't take off the ring on my hand!"
"Luo Fenghua?" Mo Ran whispered, "This name is so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere."
"... That was the head of the Confucianism Sect before Nangong Liu." Chu nightning listened to the conversation between the two of them, and his eyebrows were very tight. "After only two years, he suffered from a serious disease and died."
The ink burned for a while: "The Confucianism Sect has been inherited by the Nangong family's descendants for generations. How can there be a head surnamed Luo? Shouldn't the surname be Nangong?"
"Normally, the surname should be Nangong, but Luo Fenghua seized power by usurping the throne and became the head of the Confucianism Sect."
Listening to what Chu nightning said, Mo Ran suddenly remembered that this person was indeed mentioned in a book he had read earlier when he recorded the history of Confucianism, but he didn't cover much, and because of the family history of Confucianism It is huge and chaotic, and there are too many grievances and grievances involved, and the ink burns really has no interest in reading this book, so I just flipped through it casually when reading, and did not delve into it.
He opened his eyes slightly: "Is the Confucianism Sect usurped?"
"Well. Because this matter is disgraceful and involves the current head, so few people will mention it now." Chu nightning said, "Nangong Liu, the position of the lord, was not easy to come by. When he was young, his father went into trouble. Before his death, although he had been appointed as his successor before his death, Nangong Liu also had a younger brother. That younger brother was arrogant and arrogant. He refused to accept this decision, so on the night his father died, he took the Confucianism Sect's headmaster's ring and replaced Nangong. Liu, become the leader of the faction."
"The person who usurped the throne should also be his younger brother, and his surname should also be Nangong. How could he be surnamed Luo?"
"You listen to me." Chu nightning looked at Nangong Liu shivering in the distance and got up from the ground, put on the clothes that Shuanglin elders gave him, and ran to the flames on the chest of the giant skull again, and continued. Said, "Nangong Liu's younger brother was bloody and cruel. In just three months after he took the throne, he killed two lords of the upper world. He said that it was because of the competition in the Lingshan Conference that year, and because he was a sect of Confucianism, the two were killed. He gave him small shoes, and did not judge the winners fairly... Later, he even did evil, arresting everyone who denounced and condemned him, dragged them to the square of the Confucianism Gate, and gouged out their eyes one by one. I didn't see it with my own eyes. After that catastrophe, it is recorded in the book that the eyes he dug out were loaded into three carriages before they were all transported away."
The ink burned in the heart and was silent.
At this time, it is normal for him to scold and scold a few words, but what position does he have to scold
In this life, Chu nightning did not know what Mo Ran had done in the previous life. Mo Ran had killed almost all the people in the seventy-two cities of Rufengmen because of his own personal injustice, and also hung the city owner of one of the cities with Ling Chi fruit. In one breath, he tortured him for a whole year before letting the man die.
In fact, when I came to the Confucianism Gate this time, Mo Ran also tried his best to avoid meeting the city owner. His hatred with that person was too deep.
He was afraid that when he saw him, he would do something crazy.
To this day, there is still ferocity.
What qualifications does he have to call others bloody and cruel
Over there, Nangong Liu approached the core of the giant skeleton step by step, and once again lifted his sword towards the burning flame. He got closer and closer, and the sword in his hand was shining with cold light.
Chu nightning said: "Luo Fenghua, as the master of that person, has no tolerance for his atrocities, so he and Nangong Liu mutiny together. The two raised troops one night and successfully drove the person out of the seat of the head of the Confucianism Sect. But under the drive of power, Luo Fenghua held the wrench in his hand, but did not hand it over to Nangong Liu..."
The ink burned: "He wore it himself?"
"Yes." Chu nightning said, "The token of the head of each sect is attached with a powerful spiritual power bonus. These tokens recognize the master, and the ring of the Confucianism sect is the same. Whoever wears it is whoever wears it, unless the sect changes its owner. , otherwise only death can be broken."
"... Then Luo Fenghua died after being in power for two years. Could it be that Nangong Liu killed him in order to regain his position?"
Chu nightning shook his head: "The official history of Confucianism said that Luo Fenghua died of illness. After the death of illness, Nangong Liu regained the master's finger, but no one can say the truth. You see Nangong Liu tried his best to lead this monster. Coming out to fight, shouting curses or something... I'm afraid things weren't that simple back then."
Mo Ran also felt that things would not be so simple, but he still had a question in his heart: "What about the younger brother? What happened to the younger brother of Nangong Liu after being ousted from power?"
"Dead." Chu nightning said, "On the night of the mutiny, Luo Fenghua cleaned up the door and learned about the life of his apprentice with his own hands.
Ink burning: "..."
He couldn't help but feel guilty for a while, and if he did what he did in his previous life, let the Chu nightning in this life know, then his master would also clean up the door, and chop him into flesh and shredded corpses.
Just as he was thinking wildly, he heard a loud "bang". Nangong Liu's saber stabbed the man wrapped in the giant skeleton. The skeleton bared its teeth and let out an extremely painful roar. It stepped on one deep hole after another on the ground. It waved its hand in anger, and with one slap, it overturned a large orange forest, and the golden fruit rolled to the ground and was trampled to pieces.
In this strange smell of blood and fruity fragrance, the giant skeleton suddenly stood still, and then slammed to the ground, the lava splashed, and its bones instantly turned into powder, and the ashes disappeared...
Nangong Liu pulled out his long sword and grabbed the man who fell from the giant skeleton. He exclaimed in ecstasy: "I did it! I'm free! The curse is broken - the curse is broken hahahaha!"
He rode down from the wind and landed on the ground. At this moment, a group of monks who came from the Shile Hall came to Ganquan Lake one after another, seeing that the situation was not right.
When Jiang Xi, the head of Gu Yueye, saw the billowing lava, a look of surprise appeared on Qing Jun's solitary face: "Uninterrupted fire?" The magic skills of each sect's defense are different. Generally, they use enchantment, but Gu Yueye can also resist the blazing flames of the sun by using spirit powder.
After Jiang Xi did all this, she turned her head back angrily, and asked sharply, "Nangong Liu, what's going on?!"
But Nangong Liu didn't answer. He held on tightly to the man who was pulled out of the giant skeleton. The flames wrapped around the man's body had disappeared, and he also lost strength and consciousness. He didn't open his eyes again, but It was no different from an ordinary corpse, and lay weakly between Nangong Liu's fingers.
When Xue Zhengyi saw Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, he rushed over and shouted anxiously: "Ran'er, Yuheng, are you all right? Meng... Where's Menger?!!"
The ink burned busy to appease him: "Xue Meng is fine, he is there-"
Xue Zhengyi looked at the place he pointed, and saw that Xue Meng was wrapped in a huge vine, only a pale face was exposed, and he couldn't help but change his color, and he was about to rush to Xue Meng. . The ink burned him and said: "Uncle, he is only temporarily sane, he will be fine in a while, he will be safer in the cane, don't go there, you stay with us."
Xue Zhengyi said anxiously: "What happened?! From a long distance, we will see that there is a ghost coming into the world, the head of Nangong..." He turned back and saw Nangong Liu standing in the lava, and that in his arms. With a lifeless corpse, the voice suddenly stopped.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong. How could that corpse look familiar
It seems like a long, long time ago, really too long ago... He seems to have seen this man's face...
This person's facial features are too ordinary, and it is easy to drown in the past years, and Xue Zhengyi can't remember it for a while. But he didn't think it was right, all this was wrong. At this time, he saw Nangong Liu suddenly raise his face, blood stained all over his face, but the corners of his mouth were wide open.
Nangong Liu was laughing, his eyes flashed with strange brilliance, completely different from his usual flattering appearance.
Among the crowd that came were Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si.
Nangong Si murmured, "Father..."
Ye Wangxi saw Xu Shuanglin next to him, and said in amazement, "Father?!"
Xu Shuanglin glanced at Ye Wangxi, shook his head, and motioned her not to come over. In the fiery lava, his clothes were slightly open, and the loose white shirt was blowing in the wind. There was a lazy smile on his face. He raised his chin slightly, and looked at the lively and noisy, red lotus hell in front of him.
His bare feet stepped on the ground, his round toes moved, and he stepped on the little sparks, and then he lowered his head, as if waiting for something, the fire reflected in his eyes, like golden red carp from the dark night pond. Swim in the middle.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a female nun in the crowd exclaimed.
Xu Shuanglin didn't look up, just smiled. Of course he knew what was going on, he had heard the sound of chewing flesh.
Behind him, Nangong Liu grabbed the man's shoulders. Under the moonlight, he tore open the man's neck and greedily sucked the blood plasma juice.
After the exclamation, no one made a sound, no one accused, and no one understood for a while what was going on in the scene in front of them, everyone was shocked...
The world's number one Confucianism sect, the head of Nangong Liu, was eating a corpse in such an embarrassed and hideous manner
how can that be…
"Father!!!"
Nangong Si was the first to collapse. He ran towards Nangong Liu like a madman, but Ye Wangxi couldn't hold him back, so he ran to Nangong Liu with him.
"Father, what are you doing? What are you doing!"
"Master—"
Nangong Liu turned a deaf ear and continued to chew on it. The clothes he used to cover his face had long since fallen off, and his red flesh was continuously rolled up in the moonlight, which made him more and more painful. He looked at the flesh and blood of the corpse, as if it were a spring, a bitter medicine, and the liberation he could not ask for.
Some monks couldn't take it anymore. There was a sound of vomiting from the crowd, and some people were moaning and murmured weakly: "How could this be..."
"Mad... mad..."
"gross… "
The moonlight moved slowly and hit Nangong Liu. Nangong Liu first bowed his head and spasmed, with saliva and pus and blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth, then he raised his head abruptly, opened the mouth of the sticky blood basin, and drank violently: "Ah!! !!Ahhh!!!"
The flesh and blood on his face did not heal from eating the man's body, and was still torn apart in the moonlight.
His face was covered in blood, only his eyes were still white, he threw the corpse on the ground, stepped on his feet, turned around and grabbed Xu Shuanglin's clothes, and roared like a beast, "What's going on? Why? No use... no use!"
His meridians burst out, his hands trembled constantly, his eyes were bloodshot, and large tears rolled down from the pain.
"It hurts... it's killing me... I can't wait to die... I can't wait to die!!" He drank low, almost desperate, suddenly he thought of something, let go of Xu Shuanglin again, and lowered his head to dig out the man's heart, "Spiritual core! It must be that the strength is not enough... I want to eat his spirit core! Spirit core... spirit core spirit core..."
He poked in through the sword wound on the man's chest, and kept rubbing it, his hands covered in blood, almost insane.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a sharp claw stabbed from behind him, piercing his sternum ruthlessly!
Blood rush!
Nangong Liu was stunned for a while, as if he hadn't reacted to what happened, and didn't feel any pain, so he just looked back blankly.
He opened his bloodshot eyes and saw Xu Shuanglin raised his eyes with a smile on his clean and refreshing face.
"What to eat? For a person like you, everything you eat is a waste."