Nangong Liu was obviously forced to retreat by her, so she had to coax: "Okay, of course I love you, but this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Tang Qiu is sheltered in the Confucianism door, and after the two factions merge, we will…”
"It won't work!" Qi Liangji said, her eyes were a little red, "I... I just believed in you, what happened? You turned around and went to marry Rong Yan... This time it won't work! You must give me an accurate word, Are you going to marry me or not?"
"… "
Seeing him hesitating, she was even more annoyed, she shouted in a low voice: "Nangong Liu, how long do you want your mother-in-law and mother? I can kill my husband myself for you and me—how about you?! Don't you dare to nod?! "
"what!"
Seeing this, everyone was horrified.
Xue Zhengyi was also very surprised, and whispered to Mrs. Wang: "The former head of Jiang Dongtang was killed by her?"
This time, Jiang Dongtang has also missed the sky. Although the former head of the sect is dead, there are still many of his old subordinates in the sect, not to mention his two brothers. He will fight Qi Liangji desperately if he rushes up.
"Did you kill my brother?"
"You, how can you bear it! Although he is more than ten years older than you, he treats you very well, you—you snake and scorpion woman! You pay my eldest brother's life back!"
There are quarrels and fights here, but there is still a raging fire there. A pair of frightening fragments are shattered and unfolded, and in the infinitely brilliant light, the stinky and invisible past events are all recorded. before the world. These things are not only about Confucianism, but are related to almost all the sects in the upper cultivator world, and are related to the numerous celebrities who have come to the Confucianism to attend the meeting.
After Jiangdongtang, Wubei Temple, Huohuang Pavilion, Bitan Village... and even the Kunlun Snow-Taking Palace, which has always been floating in the dust, all the scandals of high-level disciples and elders have been brought to light one by one. In addition to Nangong Xu's own memories, as well as the memories he has collected over the years, they are all naked and naked in front of everyone.
Among them, there is even a record of the collusion between Nangong Liu and the former host of Wubei Temple, Master Tianchan—
"Master, tomorrow is the Lingshan Conference. Winning or losing is very important to me. My father thought I was stupid. If I lose to my younger brother again at the grand conference, then I am afraid that I will really miss the position of head. "
"Don't panic, Nangong benefactor, have you memorized the spell scroll that the old monk handed over to you before?"
"I remember it."
Master Tianchan said with a smile: "Then tomorrow, you don't need to worry about winning or losing, as long as you use all the spells on the scroll one by one, your brother will naturally not be your opponent."
Nangong Liu was puzzled and said, "The younger generation is stupid, so please ask the master to make it clear."
"That spell scroll is a secret technique created by my younger brother Nangong Xu, who has practiced diligently and is determined to show off at the Lingshan Conference."
"Ah." Nangong Liu was extremely surprised, "Since it was created by Brother Xu, then I... Then how could I use his magic to defeat him?"
Master Tianchan smiled slightly: "Nangong Xu is a lonely person. After learning this technique, he never wants to communicate with others. He hides in a cave day and night to work hard. He said that this spell was created by him, who would believe it?"
"… "
"You are different, Nangong donor. With me and the fourth palace master of Taxue Palace as security, as long as we all say that we have seen you perform this spell, you will bite to death again. This technique is the result of your painstaking study. Even if my brother has a bright tongue, he can't escape the crime of 'stealing his brother's unique immortal art'."
Master Tianchan is calm and composed.
"Once your reputation is dirty, it will be judged by thousands of people, and it will never be turned over. What's the use of winning the top of the conference?"
"So that's the case..." Nangong Liu suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was empowered, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Master for your guidance! After the junior takes the throne, he will definitely live up to his covenant with the master. Will be handed over a hundred years!"
The long scroll that shone through the night, tearing apart the scars of all those who Xu Shuanglin hated and those who had offended him. Whether it was the monks or the people near the Confucianism Gate, they were all attracted by the flashing fire, and they saw all the stinky and ugly lice buried under the robes.
When splitting the gate of the ghost world, Xu Shuanglin Zeng Can said with a smile:
"I'm going to break the hearts of all of you."
It was only at this moment that everyone in the porridge understood what his words really meant.
Nangong Xu, in the name of Elder Shuanglin, has been dormant in the Confucianism Sect for so many years, and what he wants is not only to destroy the 72 Confucianism City, the century-old foundation.
What he wants to destroy is all the people he doesn't like.
All those who have wronged him, slandered him, and driven him to a dead end for the sake of public and private interests.
And his elder brother, Nangong Liu, was only the first person to nod on the ground at this revenge sacrifice. After that, one by one, the head, one by one, the elders—
As long as he did something that angered Xu Shuanglin, no matter who he was, he would not be able to escape this blazing torture platform.
In the endless long night that was illuminated by the fire, Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that in Luo Xianxian's memory, the blood-stained young man once said a word with a smile.
Linyi has a boy, twenty hearts are dead.
A young man with outstanding spells and talents, he has never been treated fairly, was calculated, murdered, and excluded by his own family. The spells created with painstaking efforts were swallowed up, and those who swallowed up his spells would finally beat him up and call him a thief.
how ridiculous this is...
Twenty hearts are dead.
On the Jincheng Pond, in the Peach Blossom Spring, Bai Zizeng, who was manipulated by Xu Shuanglin, laughed and said that he was a ghost who crawled out of hell and wanted to claim his life from the living.
Chu nightning looked around, and the various factions in the upper cultivator world were all panicked and chaotic.
Xu Shuanglin used the rest of his life as dry wood to ignite this fire of revenge.
he made it.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and in the direction of the Seventh City of Rufengmen - Dark City, a purple light pierced the sky, stabbing everyone's eyes.
Ye Wangxi immediately raised his eyebrows: "Not good!"
As he was about to go to the dark city with his sword, Nangong Si grabbed her, and that rebellious face appeared very haggard and almost collapsed in just one night. But he still held Ye Wangxi's shoulder tightly and said hoarsely, "Don't go there."
"But the evil spirits suppressed under the Golden Drum Tower are about to come out. The Confucianism Sect has imprisoned thousands of evil things for a hundred years. If they break the seal and come to this world..." Ye Wangxi didn't say more, but felt shivering.
Nangong Si said, "What's the use of you going?"
"I… "
"Ye Wangxi, you have done enough for Confucianism." Nangong Si's eyes were empty, his hand raised, and for a moment, he seemed to want to wipe off the mud splashed on Ye Wangxi's cheeks, but in the end Just moved and did nothing.
"Don't waste your energy." He said, "The Golden Drum Tower needs the power of the head and the ten elders to be stable. If you go, you will die."
"I know it is to die, but even if it is to die," Ye Wangxi paused, with a very painful expression on his face, "Even if it is to die, I... don't want to stand by. If the Golden Drum Pagoda is broken and a group of demons descends into the world, Confucianism... For thousands of people... you... "
"Do you think that if the Golden Drum Tower is not broken, the Confucianism Gate will not be pointed by thousands of people?" Nangong Si smiled, the corners of his lips were stained with dried blood, and the smile became more and more desolate.
"Don't be silly, Confucianism has come to an end, you live well, okay? Because I really..." Nangong Si closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, her throat choked, "I really don't want anyone to die for this sect... not worth it… "
In the raging firelight, Ye Wangxi stared at Nangong Si in a daze, and was still in a hurry to say something in the future. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the rumbling Buddha pagoda cracking in the direction of the dark city. She turned her head and saw thousands of bright white streaks. The streamer of light flew from the standing golden drum tower in all directions and disappeared in the vast night.
Ye Wangxi lost all his blood: "The Golden Drum Tower... is about to collapse..."
"boom-"
The earth trembled, and the ground began to fall apart. As the great demon who had been suppressed for hundreds of years in the Confucianism Golden Drum Pagoda returned to the world, it turned into a strong blood-red radiance, and the red light looked like an amazingly large fish. , the tail is like a red lotus in full bloom, the big fish let out a roar that opened up the world, the sound wave shook the leaves thousands of miles away, and it rushed towards the East China Sea, and the towering pagoda cracked into ten thousand broken bricks The broken tiles, the place where Yujian was too close to the pagoda, was violently overturned by the air wave transformed by the big demon, and was photographed in the burning fire, and it was burned to ashes before it could even scream.
"what is that?"
"Gun!!"
Hearing that, the person next to him was angry and hugged his sword tightly so that it would not be swept away by the sudden demonic wind.
"What the hell? I said this is a 'Gun'! One of the ancient beasts! It is said that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism Sect, once subdued the evil beast Gun in the East China Sea and built a golden drum tower to imprison him—unexpectedly... unexpectedly true of!"
The vicious beast came out, although its vitality has not recovered, and it has been under this pagoda for a long time, it still has lingering fears for the Taoist priests, so it did not stay for a long time and fled to the East China Sea, but the rolling wave it set off is not to be underestimated, burning The robbery of the Confucianism Gate was almost lifted several feet by this air wave, and the originally safe place was instantly set on fire.
Xue Zhengyi has been on the battlefield for a long time, and immediately shouted: "Run! Run!"
All the bricks and sand fell for a while, and after he roared this, the iron fan carried Madam Wang and ran away into the distance. The rest of the monks also fled, but some were fighting like a raging fire. The elders of the gang, they didn't have time to get out at all, and they didn't even want to get out. The moment they were swallowed by the fire, what was reflected in their eyes was the faces of both sides shining with deep hatred...
At this point, the ashes are gone.
Nangong Si suddenly turned over and jumped onto Nao Baijin, reaching out to Ye Wangxi: "Come up!" Then he turned back and looked at Chu Wanning next to him: "Grandmaster-you too-"
"If you can't carry it, you go first."
"But… "
Mo Ran made a decisive decision and said to Nangong Si: "Come on! I will take the master Yujian out!"
Seeing that the fire was getting closer and closer at a terrifying speed, Nangong Si cursed secretly, hugged Ye Wangxi from behind, and disappeared into the vast night with her riding the demon wolf.
The trees are falling down one after another, the orange forest is burning with a harsh crackling sound, and the wind is filled with a strange sound of citrus. It is urgent that the ink burned to summon the long sword of the contract, and together with Chu Wanning, they moved towards the front of the fire that had not been burned. place to avoid.
Behind him, the noble nobles of the Confucianism Gate have been brilliant for a hundred years, just like the ten thousand hectares of terraces and corridors, and the majestic grasslands are all destroyed in this surging flames overnight.