The disciples of Bitan Village would never have thought that the battle of Huangshan would cost their village master's life before the first battle.
Although Li Wuxin was very old, and his gestures gradually showed some old-fashioned attitudes, but if it wasn't for the evil spirit's enchantment, the meridians would go retrograde, why should he not die like this.
After a few moments of silence, Bitan Village all knelt down in Tsing Yi.
The mourning moved to the sky, and everyone was stunned. The disciple who was going to settle accounts with Nangong Si didn't care anymore, and crawled back to the old village owner crying, wiping away his tears with his sleeves.
Suddenly, the huge barrier in front of Huangshan made an ear-piercing humming sound, Jiang Xi's expression changed, and he said sternly: "Come and fill in Li Wuxin's place, otherwise we will all die here today!"
Xue Zhengyi simply turned back and shouted: "Yuheng! Come and help!"
Chu nightning doesn't need them to say it a second time. What he is best at is the technique of enchantment. That whistle is the curse left by the phoenix evil spirit. It can touch this layer of curse, indicating that the elders are torn apart. The barrier of enchantment is not far away. If it can be done, it will be done. If it cannot be done, this curse will backfire, and it will have the power to move mountains and fill the sea. I am afraid it will be more difficult to escape than the calamity of Confucianism.
He flew over immediately, his eyes were sharp like a bayonet, he waved his sleeves and raised his hand, and slammed into the empty space left by Li Wuxin.
As soon as it was touched, Chu nightning was shocked and immediately went to see Huang Xiaoyue standing next to him.
"… "
He saw Huang Xiaoyue sweating profusely, trembling all over, and his face flushed red, as if he had used the power of nine cows and two tigers to exercise his powers—other heads apparently thought so too.
But Huang Xiaoyue can deceive others, but can't deceive the enchantment master Chu Wanning.
As soon as Chu nightning took over the burden of Li Wuxin, he immediately felt that the counter-killing power of this position was extremely fierce, which means that Li Wuxin had just suffered the evil that two leaders should bear. This kind of formation with the combined force of the people rarely occurs in this situation, and there is only one possibility for this situation, that is, the magician next to him did not exert any power at all—
Huang Xiaoyue was just pretending!
Chu nightning was very angry, his black eyebrows were cold, and he said sharply: "You... how dare you play!"
"What, what..." Huang Xiaoyue panted heavily, her voice sounded like mosquitoes, and the whole person seemed to collapse and die. The surrounding leaders heard the movement, but everyone who had spare energy also looked sideways.
"What is the master talking about... what a joke..."
"You know what the joke is! Why don't you get out of here?!"
Xue Zhengyi couldn't hold back and shouted: "Yuheng, what are you doing to Huang Dao? You see that he is almost speechless. What's wrong, open the barrier and talk about it!"
Huang Xiaoyue's eyes were erratic, and she only glanced at Chu Wanning, and she was shocked by the cold eyes like a frost blade.
He didn't have the strength to open the Phoenix Barrier at all. The reason why he took the initiative to rush to help was just to fight for face. Afterwards, it was also possible to let the upper repair world know that Jiang Dongtang's strength was still there, and Huang Xiaoyue still had two brushes.
Unexpectedly, Li Wuxin, a pustule, could not bear the evil spirit of two people alone. He was actually attacked by the Phoenix Barrier and died directly beside him.
This Master Chu who deserves to be slashed by a thousand swords!
Huang Xiaoyue's greasy face was covered with beads of sweat. These beads of sweat were no longer forced out, but cold sweat. He was sweating constantly.
He was thinking, what to do
At the critical juncture, Huang Xiaoyue was ruthless, biting his tongue violently, and a burst of blood flowed out, and he let saliva mixed with blood and water seep on the corners of his lips.
"Grandmaster... Really misunderstood this old man... After Zhuang Li's withdrawal, the old man really... no longer... no more..."
He coughed violently, causing blood and stars to splash.
"The old man really can't stand it anymore..."
Where will Chu nightning be fooled
Li Wuxin and Huang Xiaoyue, the strength of these two people is stronger or weaker, it goes without saying that if both of them do their best, how could Li Wuxin be the one who falls first
He waved his sleeves in anger, and threw out Tianwen with one hand, unexpectedly overturning Huang Xiaoyue more than ten feet away.
"roll!"
"Ahhh!!"
The disciples of Jiangdongtang were surprised and rushed up to surround their elders.
There are also many people who glared at Chu Wanning: "Why isn't Master Chu unreasonable?"
"Master Huang has done his best, why do you say that when you throw a whip, you will throw a whip, and when you say you lose your temper, you will lose your temper!"
"Just bullying people like this because of your ability?!"
These anger and broken words, Chu nightning turned a deaf ear, he was full of anger, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes almost flashed with frost, perhaps the red light of the enchantment reflected in his eyes, and his pupils were even a little scarlet.
"Get out of here."
The sound was quiet, but extremely gloomy.
Anyone who knows a little about Chu Wanning knows that he is angry and scolded, and there is still room for discussion, but once he becomes the demeanor at the moment, it is cold and depressing. Then no one can stop him.
Whoever stops it, under the wrath of Tianwen, I am afraid it will take that person's life.
Xue Zhengyi murmured: "Yuheng... what happened... "
"Huang Xiaoyue, have you really tried your best to open the phoenix enchantment?" Chu nightning's hand covering the enchantment even protruded the tendons because of anger, "Li Wuxin can't bear it by your side. At that time, did you really share too much for him?!"
"what are you talking about!"
The female disciple of Jiangdongtang screamed.
"Our Huang Daochang has vomited blood, but you still say that he didn't do his best? Do you have to see him die just like Li Zhuangzhu, are you satisfied?"
Chu night Ning's black eyebrows are scorching, and he is about to speak again, and suddenly the sky-reaching enchantment in front of him is ruthless and fluctuates violently. The palms of the sect masters were wrapped in a blood-red light.
Jiang Xi immediately said: "Concentrate! The last layer is over! It's about to be torn!"
"… "
Chu nightning had no intention of arguing with the group of lunatics again, looking back and concentrating, placing his hands on the enchantment with his hands folded, and slamming the mighty spiritual power into the cracks with raging rage.
A loud bang.
Earthquakes.
The enchantment of Mount Huangshan opened a huge gap, eight feet high, which could accommodate five people to pass side by side.
Xue Zhengyi said happily: "Opened! The enchantment opened!"
He was close to the crack, and immediately probed to look at it, but suddenly felt a black and red miasma blowing towards his face, and couldn't help shouting "Ouch": "Why is it so stinky?!"
The other cultivators didn't care about Bitan Village and Jiangdong Hall, and rushed over to see them.
Abbot Xuanjing of Wubei Temple is the most sensitive in this way. As soon as the rosary was turned in his hand, he said solemnly: "It is a place where corpses are accumulated. There are probably more corpses and grievances on this Huangshan Mountain than we imagined. many."
Jiang Xi said with a sullen face: "It seems that Xu Shuanglin's mouse crossing the street is really nesting in this broken mountain." As he said, he turned his head: "Everyone listen. Use it, pretend it is."
When he talked about pretending, You Han's deep eyes glanced at Huang Xiaoyue lying on the ground, and then he sneered almost imperceptibly.
"These people, all stay at the foot of the mountain. For the rest, follow me up the mountain."
Xue Meng saw that Chu nightning entered the crack, and immediately rushed to keep up, but found that the ink burned was not by his side. He looked around and found that there was a commotion where Nangong Si was. It turned out that the disciples of Bitanzhuang had become more and more hated after their grief, and they had to find Nangong Si to settle accounts. Although there is an enchantment dropped by Chu Wanning, even so, Nangong Si is still surrounded by a group of twisted faces, and every bright red tongue is cursing and scolding.
Xue Meng anxiously said: "Ink burning, what are you doing there? Everyone is up the mountain, keep up!"
"You go first, protect the master and the teacher, and if there is any support, immediately fly to me."
Xue Meng had no choice but to leave first.
At this time, only the people from Bitanzhuang and Jiangdongtang were left at the foot of the mountain. Mo Ran took his eyes back from Xue Meng's back and said: "I know your mood, but the sword score is not done by Nangong Gongzi. If you want to liquidate, at least wait until you catch Xu Shuanglin."
"These are two different things, neither Xu Shuanglin nor Nangong Si can escape!"
"That's right! They both have to pay!"
Zhen Congming is considered to be a little sensible among these people, he red eyes, staring at the ink burning: "Mo Zongshi, now you are a master, your master is also a master, you two masters, is this way to cover up sinners, practice favoritism? "
The ink burned: "I just want you to talk about the public. If you really want to make this matter clear, you should send Xu Shuanglin and others to Tianyin Pavilion for interrogation after the matter has subsided, according to the rules of the comprehension world. The major factions discussed together to determine justice. Now that they rushed up like this, they planned to smash the corpse of a person who did not intend to fight back, what is it?"
Zhen Congming: "..."
Someone shouted: "What are the top ten schools? Nine! Confucianism can still be considered a school?"
Zhen Congming suddenly said, "It's eight." There were blood stains on his face. After wiping it for the master, he wiped his tears and left it on his face. The blood stains made him look very sad and dazed." There are eight sects.... Bitan Village has no owner."
"Brother..."
He didn't care about the mourning of the younger brothers, turned his head slowly, and looked at the ink burning: "After the battle of the sky split, the master once said that the top of the dead is still a fair sect. Now it seems that he is wrong. for you."
Ink burning: "..."
Zhen Congming asked, "Master Mo, do you have to protect these two beasts from the Confucianism Sect today?"
Before the ink burned, he heard Nangong Si hoarsely: "Ink burning, you go away."
Ye Wangxi was half-kneeling beside Nangong Si and helped him up. It was really difficult for her. He didn't cry, and he didn't feel helpless, but his voice was hoarse: "Mr. Mo, go up the mountain, this matter has nothing to do with you."
The ink burned sideways and said: "You worshiped my master, is it for nothing? Since it is my master, how can it have nothing to do with me?"
Nangong Si: "You—"
The ink burned his head and looked at Zhen Congming's face again. At this time, there were more than Bitanzhuang people in front of him, and the disciples of Jiangdongtang also gathered around him.
With the support of the two female disciples, Huang Xiaoyue pretended to be staggering and approached. He gasped, rolled his eyelids, and stared at the ink burning. Then he waved away the two disciples on the left and right, his withered fingers ruthless, and said, "This old man has been influenced by the justice of the upper cultivator since he was a child. How can you sit back and watch when you act like this!"
The ink burned coldly and said: "Zhang Daochang is really a model for the upper repair world. Just now, I was still lingering, a stick of incense and kung fu was not enough, but I was able to stand up alive and start to do things for the sky. I admire it."
"You—cough, cough, cough!!" Huang Xiaoyue seemed to be extremely angry, clutching her chest and coughing in the dark. The play was done very well, but Mo Ran didn't even bother to look at him.
Tsing Yi from Bitan Village and Zi Yi from Jiang Dongtang formed a group, surrounding the three of them together, approaching step by step, but no one made a move first.
Everyone knows that if this move falls, it will be hard to catch water.
Zhen Congming said in a low voice, "Master Mo, I'll ask you one last time. Are you serious about not letting go?"
"what!!"
The ink burned before answering, and suddenly there was a sharp voice coming from the front, and I don't know which female cultivator made it, and then a bunch of fuzzy black-gray mudstones rushed from the enchantment crack in Huangshan. out.
Huang Xiaoyue was shocked: "What? Landslide?"
The ink burned and narrowed his eyes.
Not a landslide.
Everyone quickly saw it clearly, and they all gasped.
Coming out of the crack are waves of zombies that have been burned into charcoal! ! These zombies' arms stick to their arms, their flesh sticks to their flesh, and they are still bubbling with thick water, so they can barely see their faces.
"Wow—" Immediately someone couldn't take it anymore, and hunched over and vomited.
"This motherfucker is so disgusting..."
"Is this kind of thing all on the mountain?"
"How many corpses should there be..."
The ink burned and was also shocked. At this time, there was a heavy muffled sound in the sky. The enchantment that was torn apart by several elders just now started to move again, slowly, as if to close-
This enchantment is actually self-healing! Not long after it is torn open, it will close again, preventing more people from entering it!
The ink burned anxiously: "Go up the mountain first, and let's talk about the grievances later. Xu Shuanglin is on the mountain, is it just that the culprit is not caught?"
The people from Bitanzhuang hesitated, but Huang Xiaoyue sneered and said, "Almost all the masters in the world are on the top of the mountain, so I don't worry about not being able to catch Xu Shuanglin. But these two little dolls from Rufengmen slipped and ran after Loach is as fast, if it is misplaced, there will be no chance in the future."
"... Huang Xiaoyue." The ink burned with anger, the red light flashed in his hand, and the ghost came out, "Are you enough?!"
More than a hundred people in front of him, seeing him summoning Shenwu, all pulled out their matching blades, raised their weapons, and stared at him with extreme vigilance.
Mo Ran knows that this time he will not be able to escape a fierce battle, but he is fine, but according to the ideas of these people, I am afraid that today's battle will be counted on the top of life and death...
However, at this time, he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.
"Please go up the mountain, Nangong Si will wait here and never run away."
Huang Xiaoyue said: "Little doll speaks easily, why should I believe you? Is it true that he can draw the ground as a prison, and he won't leave if he doesn't want to leave?"
Nangong Si gave him a cold look, stood up from the ground, and then suddenly raised his hand to push Ye Wangxi out of the enchantment set by Chu Wanning.
"A Si!"
In this barrier, only the people inside can go out, but the people outside cannot get in.
Nangong Si stood alone inside and slowly drew out his sword. The bright sword light, inch by inch, illuminated his face.
Chin, lips, tip of nose.
eyes.
Ye Wangxi already understood what he was going to do, he slammed the hammer on the barrier, and shouted, "Don't mess around!"
"When the ancestors established the sect, there was an instruction: greed, grievance, murder, prostitution, robbery and plunder are the seven things that I should not do as a Confucian gentleman." Nangong Si said, "My father is not polite, which is contrary to this instruction. However, I have been established for 26 years. Although I have arrogance, I have never acted recklessly. These seven things cannot be done, and I am worthy of my heart.”
With a humming sound, the swords are like flowing water, and they are all out of the boxes.
"don't want!"
The ink burned also knew what he was going to do. He tried to unlock the enchantment set by Chu nightning, but the enchantment was firm and could not be eliminated for a while.
He murmured: "Nangong..."
Nangong Si didn't even look at Ye Wangxi at all, and he didn't pay attention to the ink burning at all. He said: "Today, you don't want to believe me, so I have no other way. Fortunately, I have learned the art of imprisonment, and now I am imprisoned in So, please don't implicate innocent people. I, Nangong Si, draw the ground as a prison, waiting for your return."
"Nangong!!"
Before the sound was gone, the blood surged.
Nangong Si's saber was nailed to the ground instantly, leaving no soil.
At the same time, Nangong Si's left hand was nailed to the ground—
He actually nailed his hand to the ground like a seven-inch snake. There were thunder and lightning on the saber, and the spell of the confinement spell flew everywhere.
Ye Wangxi knelt down, and she knelt before the enchantment.
Nangong Si's blood flowed down the hilt of the sword, staining the ground red.
No one could see Ye Wangxi's expression, she lowered her face, only her hands were tightly clinging to the enchantment where the brilliance flowed, her knuckles were pale and convulsed.
This is the confinement spell for nailing evil beasts, nailing ghosts, and nailing livestock. Almost everyone in the upper cultivation world can use it, and everyone can recognize it.
Nangong Si used this spell to nail himself.
His painful lips turned blue, and he couldn't stop shivering, but he didn't cry. After a long time, he raised his face, his eyes were scarlet, every word.
He said, "Go."
"..." The ink burns rarely when people are shocked and speechless.
In the past life, only Ye Wangxi did it.
And in this life, he met the person Ye Wangxi loved.
He used to be confused as to what Ye Wangxi likes Nangong Si, a gentleman who only likes to look at his face, likes beautiful girls, but has no brains, what kind of friendship is worthy of Ye Wangxi.
But at this moment, he saw another Ye Wangxi.
Kneeling, messy, blood flowing, but ruthless to the core.
Nangong Si.
"Let's go!!!" Nangong Si roared, "What else is there to worry about?! Do you want me to nail my legs to the ground too! Go!!"
Zhen Congming was the first to turn around.
He returned to Li Wuxin's corpse, sorted out the head's body solemnly, picked it up, and walked back.
"Brother!"
"Senior brother, won't you stay?"
"Senior brother? Are we just leaving? Are we going to let them go like this—"
Zhen Congming said: "What are you doing here? I don't know how long it will take to fight on the mountain, let the head lie on the ground like this, without even a decent coffin, wait?!"
The disciples of Bitan Village looked at each other, then lowered their heads one by one, and said nothing.
Zhen Congming walked to Mo Ran and passed by the wrong shoulder with Mo Ran. He said, "Master Mo, remember what you said. After this battle, we will see you in Tianyin Pavilion."
"Fortunately. There is still Tianyin Pavilion in this world that can preside over justice." There was someone with red eyes, it was the disciple who spit and insulted Chu Wanning before. Will act with justice, so that our master can rest his eyes."
"Ink burning, Nangong Si... You wicked people, you all wait! You will all have retribution. Wait to die!"
The author has something to say: There will be a memory killing tomorrow, and the 0.5 in the early stage of the blackening will be online. It is not very abusive, but in order to give 0.5 a little face, I still have to give a warning = =
0.5: Who is this seat? Even if this seat is in the early stage of blackening, it is still a dangerous person! How can it be compared to the five good stupid young people like 2.00? sneer.pgj
Song Qiutong: Your Majesty, it's jpg...
2:00: Oh, illiteracy is illiteracy
"Tianyin Pavilion"
The Temple of Public Judgment in the Cultivation World, which is older than the top ten sects.
On weekdays, he does not participate in any affairs in the world of self-cultivation, and only arrests criminals and conducts fair trials when there is a major case, leaving the world independent.
Tianyin Pavilion has great prestige in the world of self-cultivation, and there are three main reasons for belief in the world: first, it has stood for thousands of years and is an old-fashioned institution. Second, the pavilion master is a mixed-blood descendant of gods and mortals, hereditary to keep the blood of gods from drying up. Third, the tool used by Tianyin Pavilion to judge and convict is a Libra left in the world by gods.
For thousands of years, sects have risen and fallen, but Tianyin Pavilion has always been there.