The ink-burning hand was squeezed in the dark, his heartbeat was like a drum of war, the muscles at the temple were faintly twitching, he stared at everything in front of him, and there was a crazy thought in his heart - Nangong Changying will want it at any time Nangong Si's life. And is he really going to stand like this? Can he really stand with such peace of mind? !
He was shaking, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw his strangeness. The line of life and death in the enchantment had absorbed water like fine sand, gathering all eyes.
The sword can be stained with blood at any time.
Wanmu was bleak, the ink burned and held the hidden weapon in the sleeve, and the fingertips rubbed the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow. He wanted to do one thing, but that thing made his fear grow like wild grass...
Suddenly, Nangong Changying's body trembled.
The trembling was so obvious that everyone could see it clearly.
Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "What's wrong?!"
Nangong Changying couldn't see the exact position of Nangong Si, and the position where he raised his sword was actually a little off. But Nangong Si couldn't make a sound, a little sound or a strange flow of wind could make Nangong Changying react.
He stared at the ancestor's face pale and stubbornly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips were full of wet blood.
"You are... Nangong... Si?"
"!!!"
Don't talk about Xue Zhengyi this time. Many people who stood in the front and heard this sentence shuddered.
- Is Nangong Changying conscious? !
The face of the ink burned also changed sharply, and the cold light flashed in his sleeve, and the dark arrow that was about to be used was taken back by him. His back was soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.
Very dangerous... I almost exposed myself...
He was lucky that he didn't have to take a shot, but then he was upset and sickened by the fluke that he had created.
In front of this Jiaoshan Mountain, the two souls of his previous life and this life were fighting with each other, constantly biting and entangling, tearing each other with blood, and the bites were blurred.
He didn't know how long he could hold on.
"Nangong... Si... seventh..."
Inside the barrier, Nangong Changying's high-hanging sword shifted a little bit.
Little by little, inch by inch...
Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "Is he really conscious?"
No, not consciously.
It is restoring consciousness, restoring the consciousness remaining in this corpse.
Mo Ran knows that Xu Shuanglin, who is hiding in a corner of Jiaoshan, is like a poor puppet performer. He has never danced such a complicated and huge puppet, and he can't hold it anymore.
Nangong Changying is about to break free of his—
"brush!"
The ink burned before he had time to think about it. The muffled sound that penetrated the flesh made his scalp numb and his pupils shrink sharply.
In an instant.
Blood rushing!
It was almost silent, and suddenly a scream that was twisted to the extreme exploded in the ear, a sword of frost and cold pierced the periosteum - "A Si!!!"
"Miss Ye!"
"Ye Wangxi!!"
She restrained Ye Wangxi, whose eyes were crimson and her expression was almost crazy, lest she would do something too radical, but people soon found out that it was unnecessary to do so, what could she do? She is not a member of the Nangong family, no matter how she is right-hand man, in front of Jiaoshan, she is just an outsider.
She can't get in at all.
Nangong Changying's sword mercilessly pierced through Nangong Si's shoulders. If he could see with both eyes, he would have opened a cold and airy hole in Nangong Si's chest at this moment.
Nangong Si froze for a moment, and seemed to want to say something, but Chang Ying immediately drew his sword, blood splattered, and Nangong Si, who fell to the ground, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and it was difficult for him to even support himself. slumped into the dirt.
I don't know what Xu Shuanglin did. Maybe he donated the power of the spiritual core, or maybe he controlled Nangong Changying with all his consciousness.
This body, which was about to regain consciousness, suddenly turned into a puppet who made a decision to kill. He was holding a sword, and blood was constantly left in the thin sword slot, tickling on the ground, gleaming in the moonlight, gathering A small pool of cloudy darkness.
Nangong Si tried to get up from the ground again, but failed. He was in the mud and barely raised his face.
The ink burned eyelashes trembling and closed his eyes.
He would rather Nangong Si not let people see this face, a proud, flying, always clean, handsome face, now only blood and mud, barely able to see the facial features, embarrassed enough to make anyone with a conscience Feel sad.
Although there was no sadness in Nangong Si's eyes.
There was still fire and light in his eyes.
Nangong Changying wanted to make another sword, but a white light slaughtered and fought with him. Nao Baijin roared, howled, murderous, and didn't care.
"A Si..."
Ye Wangxi was about to collapse, and Nangong Si didn't look at her, he just stared at Jiang Xi, his bloody lips and teeth opened and closed.
He couldn't make too loud a sound at the moment, but Jiang Xi understood the language of his lips.
Nangong Si finished speaking.
Jiang Xi said: "...Okay. I know."
"woooooooo..."
There was another dull sound, and Nao Baijin was shot out by Nangong Changying with one hand. It fell far more violently than its master. Pang Shuo's snow-white body smashed into the trees and leaves, crushing a large area. branches and leaves. Immediately afterwards, its spiritual power couldn't support it anymore, and a cloud of smoke appeared on the spot with a "poof". The smoke had not yet dissipated, and a fluffy white milk dog rushed out of it, and it was not even in the palm of a person's hand. Da, tried his best to grab the hem of Nangong Changying's clothes.
It was the prototype of the larvae of Naobaijin.
Nangong Si turned his head and coughed in a low voice, "Let's go, hurry up."
"Ooooooooooo!!" Nao Baijin didn't leave.
But with this bit of strength, when it bites on Nangong Changying, it's like a mud ox into the sea. Once it goes away, it doesn't come back. Nangong Changying doesn't bother to pay attention to it at all. The hundreds of corpses that lived there were instantly pulled out of the ground by the vines.
Pull up the mountain.
Destruction.
Nangong Si's eyes shone with intense light, and he pressed his hand to the ground. In an instant, his chest hurt and his spiritual core shattered! !
He used his spiritual core that he had cultivated for more than 20 years, and the hard work he had cultivated for more than 20 years in cold winters and hot summers.
crack.
He could clearly feel that in his heart, the core that had been with him for 20 years burst in an instant.
Very light, like the ripples blown by the wind over the spring lake.
It is very heavy, like broken mountains and rivers, rolling earth and rocks.
In the end it all turned into powder.
At that moment, Nangong Si vaguely felt a sense of relief. It turned out that the spiritual core was exhausted and shattered. Is this what it feels like? It hurts, but it's not heart-wrenching.
Well, when A-Niang died, she shouldn't have suffered too much.
In just a moment, there will be no more.
The spirit of the dragon actually trembled slightly because of his sacrifice, and the blood vines that were about to be released suddenly closed again, clinging to the zombies that were about to break out. Nangong Changying raised her chin slightly, said "Huh?" in a low voice, then walked to Nangong Si and stopped.
At this time, Nangong Si was unable to move a step, and lost his spiritual core. He was no different from ordinary people.
He couldn't even recall his own saber.
He panted, raised his face, and the moonlight was reflected in his eyes, as well as Nangong Changying's face facing the moonlight.
"Too master..."
Nangong Changying's blindfolded ribbon fluttered in the cold wind. He stood there for a while, his fingertips moved again, but the spirit of Jiaoshan, because of the sacrifice of Nangong's spirit core, was instantly slaughtered by the corpse of the original owner. The order of the corpse could not respond immediately, so the blood vines remained motionless, and even slowly dragged the rioting corpses and continued to calm down to the ground.
But Nangong Si knew that he couldn't hold it any longer.
As long as Nangong Changying has the heart to give orders with ruthlessness, Jiaoshan will definitely obey the instructions of the first master in the end, and he cannot change all of this.
However, although it cannot be changed, he will still pay such a price to do it and do it within his power.
No shame.
Outside the enchantment, the ink burned his lips and teeth, and the sleeve arrow was at his fingertips again. The lines of his face were stretched to the extreme, and his hands trembled slightly under the robe.
Inside the barrier, Nangong Si said, "Sect Master... I'm sorry, I still... what... I didn't do anything..."
The ancestor's sword was raised again, and Nangong Si was about to slowly close his eyes.
Suddenly, at the moment when he was about to slaughter his neck, he saw Nangong Chang Yingge turn his neck, and with difficulty, squeezed this sentence out of the gap between his teeth, "You... is called... Nangong... Si?"
Nangong Si froze suddenly, and said hoarsely: "Too Sect Master?! Are you, are you conscious? You... can you understand what I am saying?!"
The next sentence was inaudible, but everyone could see that the movements of Nangong Changying's subordinates suddenly slowed down, and the lips slightly opened, apparently talking to Nangong Si.
"I... shouldn't... fight with you..."
Nangong Changying's sword was still dangling, but a very slight sound came out intermittently in his throat.
"I still have... memories of the past... Before I died, I was worried that there would be changes in the future..." He just regained his consciousness, his words were not clear, and he said hoarsely, "I can't imagine... if there is today."
Nangong Changying paused, then continued: "Nangong... Si. A while... After I... After I finish reciting the mantra... Immediately... take away the bow and arrow... I... "
bow and arrow
What bow and arrow
There was a buzzing sound in Nangong Si's mind, and he didn't react for a while, but Nangong Changying turned his sword, brushed the ground and scraped the ground, and let out a long howl like a dragon. Immediately after that, he swept back a few feet, his robes fluttering, and he looked like an exiled immortal.
Nangong Changying was trembling. At this moment, he was barely able to get his lips and tongue out of the control of the magician. Every word he uttered would lose a lot of power.
"Wear, cloud, summon, come."
After saying this sentence almost word by word, a clear and long groan suddenly rang out from the hinterland of Jiaoshan Mountain. The ground in front of Nangong Si burst open, and in the rolling sand, a dark blue horn bow could not be squeaked. The sound illuminated the long night.
Everyone is terrified, even a cold person like Chu Wanning is slightly discolored.
The legendary burial Shenwu of the first-generation head of the Confucianism-
Through the clouds!
"Quick, take it!" Nangong Changying said hoarsely, his hands trembled violently, as if he was fighting against the invisible spider thread, trying his best not to let himself go up to pick up his divine bow Chuanyun, "Chunan The arrow of the cloud can burn flesh and blood... burn."
Nangong Si actually understood what he meant, but the excitement was so great that he couldn't believe it, so he asked dryly, "What are you burning?"
"Me!" Nangong Changying suddenly shouted in anger.
"Too master!"
"Don't let my corpse... do... the thing I hated the most... in my lifetime." Nangong Changying stood tall, with a slender robe, and dropped the last word after a hundred years, "burn."