I was held captive by demons

"The struggle between righteousness and evil is nothing but the rotation of heaven, earth, sun and moon. As long as the heaven and earth do not collapse and the world does not destroy, the righteous way will have a chance to rise sooner or later."

"But if the strange body in the underground is taken away by evildoers, or is revived strangely... When the abyss of the dead country corrupts the world, there is no distinction between righteous and evil ways."

"If you want to fight, then come in and fight."

"I am waiting for you in this formation."

Mo Shangren's tone was indifferent, and he was not at all provoked by the night watchman.

The night watchman shook his head and laughed, looked at Kong Ning, and said, "Friend, let the old man explain to you."

"This underground existence is called Moshangren."

"Moshang is like jade, and your son is unparalleled in the world... This Moshang was once a great Confucianist, with a personable demeanor and a gentleman like jade."

"In terms of temperament, appearance, supernatural powers, and enlightenment, they are all top figures in the world."

"However, after he was corrupted by the power of the dead country, he became disheartened. He gave up the life span of his body and took the initiative to escape into the eyes of this big formation with his remnant soul. He lived without life or death for 10,000+ years."

"Even when Confucianism was destroyed, he couldn't leave. He just wanted to keep this empty shell."

"Those weird things just now confronted your friend at the same time, and it was also its handwriting."

"It seems that it is very afraid of you."

"And it can control the weirdness now, and even the breath is no longer like a living person. The old man suspects that this former Confucian master has long since become completely weird and has been corroded by the power of the dead country."

"I just don't know if it hasn't been replaced? Or it has gone crazy and caused deliriousness."

The night watchman smiled disdainfully: "The former Mo Shangren has long since died. What is alive now is just the body of a walking corpse."

"Its self-proclaimed justice may just be the last strand of its obsession to maintain its own meaning of existence."

"This old man is really curious, what kind of appearance has this underground Mo Shangren become?"

"Is the gentleman who used to be Pianpian still in sight now? Hahaha..."

Chapter 428 Book Sea

The night watchman smiled mockingly.

But Kong Ning felt a little fear from the night watchman, otherwise he wouldn't be so aggressive.

Was it a former Confucian master?

Kong Ning looked at the pitch-black eyes, but didn't speak.

Those pale arms, the silent Jiang Yunchou, and the annihilated paper figurines... There is another mystery in the eyes of the formation.

Moshangren was able to control so many weirdnesses against Kong Ning, maybe it has really become a weirdness.

The night watchman said: "However, this Mo Shangren is so afraid of his friends, it is beyond the expectations of the old man."

The night watchman smiled and said: "Mo Shangren, can you tell me why you are so afraid of this old friend?"

"Old man feels that you are afraid of him, better than you are afraid of old man."

Moshangren controls all the weirdness, he can put Jiang Yunchou and paper figurines in it, but he refuses to let go of Ningjin's behavior, which is indeed weird everywhere.

In the eyes of the formation, Mo Shangren's indifferent voice came.

"If you want to know, you can come in and let me answer for you personally."

Mo Shangren was still refusing to leave the formation, and even called the old night watchman to enter.

This made the old night watchman sneer.

"Even if you have more arrangements in your eyes, can you still go against the sky?"

"It's nothing more than a walking corpse. Today, I will see how much you have left, a master of Confucianism!"

As he said that, the night watchman looked at Kong Ning, and said with a smile: "Friend, are you interested in going in with the old man to see the excitement?"

The old man of the night watch sent out an invitation.

But Kong Ning actually has no right to refuse, and of course, there is no reason to refuse.

He also wanted to go in and see what was going on inside the array.

If there is a chance, maybe I can try to rescue Wan'er...

Kong Ning nodded and said: "Go together."

The vigilante laughed suddenly: "Okay!"

Under the moonlight, the stooped night watchman suddenly stood up straight.

In an instant, the feeling of aging and decay faded away.

The old night watchman who stood upright exuded a powerful and majestic aura from his whole body, as vast and majestic as a mountain.

Glancing coldly at the strange group below, the night watchman said: "This group of things are ignorant and ignorant, but they are also sinister and ugly. My friend's method of confronting them before will not work."

"Even if this group of things is not controlled, they don't know fear and tirelessness. To deal with them, we cannot use ordinary means."

"You'll have to find another way."

As he said that, the old night watchman recited the mantra silently, and the aura around him continued to overflow, turning into shining talismans and looming in the void.

The crowd on the ground trembled in vain, as if something invisible was tearing them apart.

Kong Ning looked around, all the figures were trembling violently, their bodies trembling.

The Demonic Buddha's palm that these figures used to fight against Kong Ning before was already at the end of its strength, and almost all of them turned translucent.

Now that he was cursed by the night watchman again, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Under the moonlight, the figures exploded one after another, turning into a black mist that drifted away from the sky and the earth.

For a moment, black mist surged on the long street, and the cold wind rustled.

The disappearance of the tens of thousands of strange things set off a cold storm in the county town.

When the black mist dissipated and the cold wind stopped, Kong Ning suddenly felt his body regained his freedom, and there was no invisible force to suppress him anymore.

The night watchman helped Kong Ning get rid of the oppressive force on his body, and then he smiled and said, "Friend, how do you feel?"

Kong Ning cupped his fists and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you."

Before Kong Ning tried his best to bombard and kill the weird thing, but he had no choice but to kill it with a few spells by the night watchman.

Although these strange things are already at the end of their strength, the ferocity of the night watchman's spells can also be seen.

Under the moonlight, the two of them flew towards the dark cave formation one after the other.

Kong Ning naturally followed behind the night watchman.

And the night watchman didn't intend to let Kong Ning serve as cannon fodder.

It fell into the darkness with a big thorn, and a sound came from inside.

"Friend, you can come in."

Not only did Kong Ning not be used as cannon fodder, but he even took the initiative to help Kong Ning beat the thunder.

Such a move left Kong Ning speechless.

He could no longer tell whether the old man's kindness towards him was genuine or not.

This old monster has lived for many years, and has eaten a dozen children of the royal family in 20 years.

He regards the creatures of the world as ants and fiddles with them wantonly.

But he was so friendly to him, even though Kong Ning was really useful to the night watchman and was an important helper to open the passage to the fairy world, there was no need to do this, right?

Speechless in his heart, Kong Ning did not move slowly, and followed him into the dark cave.

At that moment, Kong Ning vaguely felt that he had penetrated an invisible film.

Kong Ning knew that the space in this cave was a small cave in another dimension.

When he opened his eyes, he saw countless books floating in the void.

Those books, seemingly endless, floating in nothingness, are everywhere.

Roughly estimated, there are at least tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of books...

And in the middle of this sea of ​​books, there is a figure standing in the air.

She is dressed in a moon-white robe, with a sword and beautiful jade hanging from her waist. She has a slender figure and a face like a crown jade.

But Kong Ning was keenly aware of the icy cold aura unique to this strange thing.

This is definitely not what a living creature should look like...

The old night watchman stood in the void and said in surprise, "Your body...how did you do it?"

Mo Shangren said indifferently: "The corruption of the abyss of the dead country is everywhere. Even if you hide here, you can't avoid it."

"But standing next to the body of the strange thing, you can absorb the breath from it and avoid being replaced by the evil thing."

"Although these weird things are of the same origin, the individuals are extremely repulsive to each other."

"And this strange underground body is the peak power in the weird. I have absorbed its breath, and with its breath in my body, who would dare to replace me?"

Moshangren didn't hide anything, but confessed directly.

The old man who watched the night was greatly surprised: "So your body has been completely corroded by the dead country and turned into a completely strange thing, but your consciousness has not been replaced?"

"Hahaha...you Confucianists are really very clever."

"You can even find such a way... It's a pity that you absorb the breath of this thing, but you are also destined to be bound to it, let alone leave."

"In your current state, once you lose the aura of this thing, your consciousness will be replaced immediately...haha..."

The night watchman smiled and said: "No wonder you didn't go out even if the Confucianism sect became extinct. So it's not that you don't want to, but that you can't!"

The old night watchman laughed loudly.

But Mo Shangren remained indifferent, and said calmly: "You don't need to use your tongue, I am here, if you want to fight, you can use your sword."

Chapter 429 The Jar

Amongst the sea of ​​books, Mo Shangren has an extraordinary bearing.

Kong Ning was scanning this strange space.

He saw many fragments of paper figurines, and also saw the figure of "Wan'er".

Jiang Yunchou, who occupied Wan'er's body, was now standing in a sea of ​​books in the distance, with the ancient sword of killing evil hanging above his head, and the vast sword intent turned into a sword formation, protecting it in the center.

That sword formation, even Kong Ning was shocked when he saw it, knowing that the state of exhaustion would never be shaken.

As for the situation in the sea of ​​books, maybe even Mo Shangren, a great Confucianist, couldn't do anything about it for the time being, so he acquiesced to Jiang Yunchou's existence.

As for Princess Lingyang, there was only one corpse left, quietly floating in the void.

Qing Yunzi, on the other hand, was caught by several pale hands and hung stiffly in the void, unable to move.

Obviously caught.

And those pale ghost's hands holding him were protruding from the books beside him...

These ghostly hands actually protruded from the book?

Kong Ning was startled, and looked at the sea of ​​books in front of him again.

If a pale ghost hand stretched out from every book, then this sea of ​​books...

When Kong Ning looked at Mo Shangren again, there was more vigilance and fear in his eyes.

No matter how extraordinary his demeanor is, after being corroded by the abyss of the dead country, this former master of Confucianism has also changed.

Even if the consciousness has not been replaced by the evil thing, its temperament is definitely not the same as Moshangren.

This weird supernatural power is by no means what Confucianism should have.

Kong Ning was observing the situation in the sea of ​​books, and Moshang was also watching Kong Ning.

Seeing the fear in Kong Ning's eyes, Mo Shangren said calmly: "This person's name... is it Kong Ning? I heard those things calling you that way."

Mo Shangren took the initiative to talk to it, Kong Ning looked at it and nodded: "Exactly."

Mo Shangren said: "The aura on your body gives me a familiar feeling. If I guess correctly, you should have a jar with you."