"Don't go forward! Go back! All go back! Go to the foot of the mountain!"
Suddenly, with a violent shout, everyone looked back and saw that Mo Ran came in black clothes, and behind him, a female corpse was chasing after him, making a terrible howl in his mouth.
Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "Ran'er? What... what's going on?!"
"Go back! Go back!" Under the dark black eyebrows, a pair of eyes were like bayonets, and he shouted to Nangong Si, "Nangong! Drop the soul-rejecting stone in front!"
Nangong Si immediately rushed to the upper level—above the Zhonghun group tomb, is the group tomb of the high-ranking disciples of the Confucianism Sect. In order to prevent future generations from suffering, a long wall was set up between the two group tombs as a barrier. use.
He ran at full speed, and Ye Wangxi followed closely, but before he reached the Soul Rejection Wall, Nangong Si's pace stopped abruptly:
I saw a group of people slowly descending from the top of the mountain road, all wearing blue clothes and cranes, and silk belts flying. At the end, the momentum is grand and the momentum is amazing.
But Nangong Si knew it was wrong.
Ye Wangxi is also clear.
There is one difference between these Confucianism disciples and the ones they used to get along with day and night, that is, everyone is covered with a blue ribbon embroidered with crane shadows.
It seems to be only an extremely small difference, but everyone in the Nangong family understands what it means - a living person will never tie this blindfold ribbon. This is the mourning thing worn by the disciples of the Confucianism School before their burial, which means that the eyes cover the auspicious clouds, ride the cranes west, and go to the endless joy...
All the people who go down the mountain are the dead people of the Confucianism Sect! !
Nangong Si took a step back, raised his hand, and subconsciously stopped Ye Wangxi.
He didn't look back, only whispered: "You go down."
"… "
"Go! Go and tell Zongshi Mo, it's too late." Nangong Si took a deep breath and spit out a slightly trembling sentence, "All the senior disciples of the Confucianism Sect in the past dynasties have all corpses and are pressing down the mountain."
"how about you?!"
"I'll block it for a while, hurry up." Nangong Si turned his face slightly and said to Ye Wangxi, "Let them retreat to the foot of the mountain as far as possible, and retreat there. You send the fuse and fireworks, and I will come down immediately."
Ye Wangxi bit her lip tightly, she knew very well that this matter had no place to return to the world, and the last thing she could do was to take off her quiver, throw it to Nangong Si, and said solemnly: "Next. You never remember to take more."
When she rushed to the mountainside, a fierce battle had already started there. The corpses of the Confucianism sect servants who had been lurking earlier were pouring out from the bushes, behind the rocks, and all the places where they could hide, like locusts, and rushed towards the fighting monks. . These corpses are all wearing shrouds, their bodies are pale, and they are mixed among the monks in different costumes, like snow waves surging. It looks spectacular from a distance, but the price of this spectacular is too great. one slice.
Ye Wangxi caught a glimpse of several coffins that were blasted open by spiritual power in the fierce battle. There were only clothes inside, and they were roughly human figures. Her adoptive father was like a cunning rabbit, leaving them a calm and unwavering "Tomb of Loyalty" , In fact, the corpses in the tomb have already been summoned and hidden in the dark, just to mobilize the "high-level disciple tomb" in front when they reach the highest point, kill them from the front, and attack from the rear.
He laid the net, and they were the fish in the net.
Ye Wangxi found Mo Ran in the melee: "Master Mo!"
Mo Ran was fighting with five corpses, and when he heard Ye Wangxi's voice, he suddenly raised his head and said anxiously: "How-"
Before he could say "like", he knew the answer when he saw Ye Wangxi's face.
The ink burned and scolded, and it happened that a zombie bit his arm at this time. He couldn't get rid of it. He simply put his hand into the zombie's mouth in anger. The slippery tongue was torn out!
"Ow!"
Black blood splattered, and the zombie could no longer bite him. He elbowed him in the chest and fell to the ground.
The black eyes were terrifyingly bright, and her expression was sullen. When she looked at Ye Wangxi again, she could not help but shudder. But she immediately stabilized herself and said, "Si asked you to retreat as soon as possible, and wait for him at the foot of the mountain!"
Mo Ran nodded, and the amplification technique instantly spread his voice throughout the entire melee field.
"Don't be wary, go to the foot of the mountain, all retreat to the foot of the mountain."
Huang Xiaoyue was in a hurry: "Originally, we were ready to fight Xu Shuanglin for life and death. This scene was already expected, how can we retire now?"
Mo Ran doesn't care about him at all, people are fortune and birds are food and death, Huang Xiaoyue is going to rush to the top of the mountain, so that he can touch the rare treasures hidden in the temple of the Confucianism, that is the old man's own business, he still He repeated sharply: "Everyone who doesn't want to die, go down the mountain! Immediately! Go down!"
Although the corpses of these servants are not strong, they are not the corpses of the civilians on Huangshan Mountain. They are amazing in number, and they are not afraid of pain. More than ten monks were killed in battle.
Of course, Huang Xiaoyue also retreated, and he also knew that with his own ability, it was impossible to kill the peak alone.
But he blew his beard and sneered: "Master Mo, this is great, the one who said that he will come to Jiaoshan is you, and you are the one who told us to retreat, you are really capable, what should we do now? Why don't you take the lead, and we'll follow you out of the enchantment in despair?"
This grandson didn't have enough shoes for the emperor in his last life. He was too dirty to kill him. In this life, because Mo Ran is no longer the master of darkness, he has become a clean and honest generation of masters, so he can't be seen in public. Slap his ears.
But Mo Ran can choose to ignore him at all.
Huang Xiaoyue was about to speak again, when suddenly he saw a cloud of smoke billowing in front of him. It was actually Nangong Si riding on the reincarnated demon wolf Naobaijin, galloping like a gust of wind, followed by hundreds of high-ranking disciples of the Confucianism Sect, Huang Xiaoyue glanced at it. Go, shocked: "Ah, it's incredible! It's a trick!"
Mo Ran squinted his eyes and thought, this old thing finally reacted, knowing that this was an ambush under Xu Shuanglin, not too stupid.
However, the second half of Huang Xiaoyue's sentence is: "Nangong Si! You are so brave! You have gathered the remnants of the Confucianism sect in Jiaoshan, do you want to fight against the other sects?"
Ink burning: "..."
Nangong Si crouched low on the demon wolf, rushing to the road, Nao Baijin was as fast as an arrow from the string, throwing the chasing corpses behind him farther and farther. At this time, Huang Xiaoyue realized that she had misunderstood him, but he didn't feel any guilt. Instead, he stared at the zombies approaching them like a tideline, his throat twitching.
Nangong Si rushed into the crowd, jumped down from the demon wolf, stuffed the quiver into Ye Wangxi's arms, and gasped: "There are arrows left, return you first, you take everyone, and evacuate back. ."
Ye Wangxi originally heard the first half of the sentence and felt slightly relieved, but the second half of the sentence made her suddenly raise her head and stare at Nangong Si's face: "What are you going to do?"
"A little thing."
On the side, Huang Xiaoyue watched the high-level disciples of the Confucianism Sect getting closer and closer, seeing that he was about to fight against these Confucianism sect Yingjie, who had passed away a hundred years ago, his palms sweated, and he turned his head and cursed: "Nangong Si! You are a very harmful thing! Just like your father! Why did you bring all these monsters to our side? Do you want us to kill the enemy for you?"
Seeing that Nangong Si didn't look at him and didn't say anything, Huang Xiaoyue was even more furious and trembled: "Okay, I finally know what kind of abacus you are playing - you are afraid that you won't be able to go to the top of the mountain alone, and you won't be able to get it. The treasures and treasures your father left you, that's why we led our group to your broken mountain, and open the way for you! Nangong Si! You have a vicious mind!"
Seeing that he was talking more and more excessively, Xue Zhengyi, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it, and frowned: "Okay, Huang Daochang, you should say a few words less."
"Speak less? Why should I say less?" Huang Xiaoyue doesn't take the lower world in the eyes at all, and he will probably be calmer on weekdays, taking into account Xue Zhengyi's face, but at this critical moment, how can he pretend Sisi pointed at Nangong Si and cursed, "Sure enough, he is the son of a wicked animal, with the heart of a tiger and a wolf! You actually used such a celebrity to clear the roadblocks for you! Where did you get your face?"
Nangong Si: "..."
Huang Xiaoyue didn't give up, and angrily said: "People like you should die to thank the world, but you still escaped from the corpse, and you led these beasts to us, you—"
"Snapped!"
An extremely loud slap slapped Huang Xiaoyue's face firmly.
The wind of the gentleman Ye forgets the past, still maintaining her slap in the face of Huang Xiaoyue, trembling slightly, panting, staring at the person who fell in front of her with fierce eyes.
"brute."
She spoke hoarsely.
"In front of my Confucian hero's tomb, how can I allow your husband to speak foul language?!"
The crowd in Jiangdongtang drew their swords and pointed at Ye Wangxi. A middle-aged female cultivator under Huang Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows and shouted tenderly, "You are neither male nor female! How dare you do something to the elders? It's a beast! Confucianism's lackey!"
She shouted, but she was about to rush up to clean up Ye Wangxi. The ink burned and was about to help each other, and suddenly the rattan whip of the brush was heard, and the air was pulled away.
In a dazzling golden light, Chu nightning came out of the crowd, holding Tianwen in his hand and squinting his phoenix eyes.
He turned his back to Ye Wangxi and faced Jiang Dongtang.
"I said it." He said word by word, "Nangong Si is my apprentice. If you don't want to pass the Tianyin Pavilion trial, then if you want to point out anything, please come to me first. Whether it's fair or not. fist."
In the dead silence, he dropped the last half of his sentence—
"Accompany you to the end."
The atmosphere froze to the extreme for a while.
Jiang Dongtang did not enter, nor did he retreat, he retreated, his face was dull, and he entered... Can they really shake Beidou Xianzun Chu Wanning? What's more, should they really form a beam with Chu Wanning and be dead enemies from now on
The corpse is still approaching over there, getting closer and closer...
Some people couldn't help it and shouted: "Don't argue! Go out and talk about it! Think of a way first! What should I do!"
"Fight?"
"Do you just fight like this? Then why do you have to retreat to the foot of the mountain? What's the difference between fighting on the mountain?"
Yes, I can't help but think, what's the difference
Although he understood that what Nangong Si did would not be aimless, as the last descendant of the Nangong family, since Nangong Si asked them to retreat to the foot of the mountain, he must have a plan.
He couldn't help but look at Nangong Si, who hadn't said a word since just now, but suddenly found an inexplicable light flashing in the man's eyes.
A light that made him shudder.
"Nangong!"
He drank it, but it was useless. Nangong Si had been silently reciting a forbidden curse since before, and had been chanting this forbidden curse since Huang Xiaoyue pointed at his nose and cursed.
At this point, it was too late.
Countless vines burst out of the ground, rising from the ground, Mo Ran, Ye Forgotten, Xue Meng... Everyone, almost at the same time, was entangled by this willow vine, and then instantly threw out of the enchantment and out of Jiaoshan Mountain area.
Ye Wangxi was horrified: "A Si! What are you going to do?!"
She wanted to break in again, but Nangong Si raised his hand and waved it violently—the two tomb gods on the left and right stood up with heavy steps, and their bodies were covered in rust of stone dust. In an instant, a brand-new translucent barrier enveloped the entire Jiaoshan Pass, blocking everyone's way into the mountain.
Nangong Si stood alone in front of the barrier, facing the tide of more than a thousand corpses, and turned his back to everyone behind the barrier.
He said: "Jiaoshan has vines, which are made of dragon tendons, which can pull everything into the ground. But you can't be in it. - As long as the blood of the Nangong family does not drip on my body, once I cast this formation, the dragon tendons will The vine will not distinguish between enemy and me, drag all of you into the ground, bury them alive and die."
Ye Wangxi was very sad and angry, and shouted: "Nangong Si! Do you know that you are alone!" She slammed the hammer, but she could only call him outside the barrier: "Nangong Si!"
"Why are you alone." Nangong Si turned half of his face, "Isn't there still you?"
"… "
Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he grinned.
That bright smile was the dazzling brilliance that never appeared on his face after the Confucianism Sect was destroyed.
Nangong Sihe, many years ago, when he and Ye Wangxi entered the trial fantasy for the first time, they turned their faces sideways, held their swords, and smiled at her:
"But you girls are really useless. In the end, you still want me to protect you."
After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the corpse that was rolling like a tide.
step.
two steps.
Three steps.
end.
Nangong Si inserted his sword into the ground, untied the gauze on his hand, and slashed along the sharp edge of the sword.
The blood rolled down and flowed into the moist soil of Jiaoshan along the blood groove of the sword body.
Nangong Si's eyes were cool, looking straight ahead without fear.
He didn't know that at this moment, in the eyes of Mo Ran standing outside the enchantment, his figure was overlapping and overlapping with Ye Wangxi, who had never surrendered in the previous life, and finally formed the same person, and it was difficult to separate.
"Sacrificing the Canglong with blood, you will gain the muscles and bones." Nangong Si said, "The formation is open!"
Numerous trees and vines emerged from the cracked ground, and all of a sudden the sand and mud fell. The vine was completely different from the one that trapped everyone and threw them out before. It was a scarlet vine without any leaves and branches. It can even be said that it is a thick blood vessel that rises from the depths of Jiaoshan, and instantly clings to every corpse controlled by the Zhenlong Bureau.
Nangong Si single-handedly drove more than a thousand dragon tendons to be unearthed. In an instant, a great deal of spiritual energy was expended. Fine sweat oozes from his forehead, his sword-wielding hand trembled slightly, the roots of the meridians on the back of his hands protruded violently, and old wounds appeared. Cracked, blood is flowing...
"Shen Zhi!"
With a pale face and trembling, he gave the final order.
The thousands of dragon tendons began to fiercely pull the corpse to the ground, but the zombies obviously wouldn't sit still, and were trying their best to roar, roar, and struggle.
Nangong Si shares spiritual power with the dragon tendon at this time. Thousands of zombies are exerting force and twisting, so he has to squeeze out more power, and sacrifice blood to the ground, urging the dragon tendon to use more powerful force. , pull the corpse down.
Ankle, Calf... Thigh...
The zombies all over the mountains and plains were howling, their necks were hissing, and their mouths were drooling.
Nangong Si was panting, her thigh... still her thigh...
He could feel that his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, but he hadn't sunk all the zombies into the ground. They were still twisting their bodies angrily, supporting them with their hands, trying to break free.
A little more, to the waist... at least to the waist...
Only in this way can the barrier be unlocked and people from outside come in, so that these zombies will not break free all at once, and the situation will be reversed in an instant.
At least…
a little more...
When the spiritual power is exhausted, go to the consumption of overdrawn spiritual core.
Nangong Si only felt a dull pain in his heart. His spiritual core, which was prone to be violent and cracked, trembled slightly in his chest. He gritted his teeth, but blood still dripped down the corners of his lips.
A little more.
waist…
Very good, they are extremely difficult to move, but they are not the most stable. The strength of the zombies will be greater than when they are alive. If they are buried here, they may break through violently.
A little more!
"Cough cough!" The power of the spiritual core was released again, and Nangong Si only felt dizzy in front of him. He couldn't help kneeling on the ground.
Nangong Si staggered and raised his eyelids, and in the swaying shadow, he saw the corpses were dragged deeper into the place by the savage dragon tendons, almost burying their chests.
These monsters are temporarily unable to move.
Nangong Si's lips and teeth were blood red, and she laughed.
He heard Ye Wangxi shouting outside: "Si! That's enough! Open the barrier! Hurry up and open the barrier!"
Xue Zhengyi is also shouting: "Open the barrier, Nangong! Let's help you!"
"Nangong, open the barrier! Open the barrier!"
The number of people shouting gradually increased. In this world, not all people have no conscience.
Nangong Si smiled and laughed. After the Confucianism disappeared, he did not cry after suffering so many grievances, and suddenly burst into tears at this moment.
He choked up and murmured hoarsely: "...I know, just open... just open... "
He raised his trembling hand, preparing to remove the Jiaoshan barrier that was blocking the crowd. However, the ground trembled suddenly, and then began to vibrate slightly—
Nangong Si obviously noticed it, he was startled suddenly, then raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him, showing an expression of disbelief.
The dragon tendons that had just followed his instructions and dragged the zombies into the depths of the earth suddenly loosened one by one, and then wrapped around the chests and backs of those corpses, pulling them out of the soil one by one...
"Impossible..." Nangong Si said blankly, "It's impossible!"
How could Jiaoshan not obey his master's orders
Even if Xu Shuanglin gave the opposite order, these dragon tendons would never obey, because for the evil dragon and evil spirit sleeping here, the descendants of the Nangong family are all the same.
If the two descendants of Nangong gave opposite orders to Jiaoshan, Jiaoshan would only stop the current actions, and would not help anyone, and would turn to neutral.
unless…
Nangong Si suddenly got goosebumps, he thought of a person.
This thought made him tremble, and the pain in his heart seemed to be stronger than before. He panted and slowly raised his head. He walked along the long and endless white marble steps, along the dense tide of corpses, and looked up.
A tall and tall man with a dignified and dignified face was walking down the long steps slowly.
He was wearing a luxurious brocade robe embroidered with a dragon swallowing the sun and the moon, and the sea of clouds turned waves. Every time he took a step, the gold and silver threads melted on the clothes would emit a luster like water in the moonlight, floating.
Above the bridge of his tall nose, he was upright tied with a silk ribbon that only the dead of the Confucianism sect would wear, covering his eyes, but the ribbon was not blue, but black. Embroidered on it is not a crane, but a blue dragon with thin flames and claws.
Nangong Si's face was as white as paper. He stared at the man who was walking down the stairs step by step, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he murmured, "How... how is it possible... too master..."
The moonlight peeked out from the forest leaves, illuminating the man's handsome, chiseled face.
It's him.
The only person in the world who can make Jiaoshan defy the orders of the heirs of the Nangong family, subdue the dragon, suppress the ancient evil beast "Gun" under the tower, and create the first immortal sect for hundreds of years.
He was the number one grandmaster in the world hundreds of years ago. He was the first person who gave up flying to enter the gate of heaven in order to overcome the suffering of the world. He was the first-generation head of Confucianism—
Nangong Changying!
The author has something to say:
"The occ of the master"
Nangong Si: Xu Shuanglin! ! You dig my ancestral grave! You move me too much! ! ! You are shameless! ! ! I fuck your ancestors! ! ! !
Xu Shuanglin: Don't make trouble, eldest nephew, your ancestor is also my ancestor.
Nangong Changying: ... I knew you were so noisy, I should have chosen cremation instead of burial.
Nangong Si & Xu Shuanglin: So why did the sect leader want to be buried in the first place
Nangong Changying: If I want to be Snow White, I feel that if I sleep in a crystal coffin, I will be able to wake up with a kiss in about five hundred years.
Popular science little angel ink burning: Please don't believe the above dialogue, the custom of this world is burial after death, and most heirs will hope to keep the ancestors' corpses from rotting and rotting to the greatest extent possible, which is in contrast to the vast majority of the Central Plains in reality. The ancient customs are the same~~