The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Nangong Liu was obviously forced to retreat by her, so he had to coax: "Okay, of course I love you, but this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. Let's follow what we said earlier. You first use the order of the head to let Jiang Dong Tang Qiu is hiding in the Confucian school, after the two factions merge, we will..."

"No way!" Qi Liangji said, her eyes were a little red, "Back then I... I believed you, what happened? You turned around and married Rong Yan... This time it won't work! You have to give me a promise So, will you marry me or not?"

"........."

Seeing his hesitation, she was even more annoyed, she shouted: "Nangong Liu, how long do you want mother-in-law? I can kill my husband with my own hands for your own sake - what about you?! Don't you even dare to nod your head? !"

"what!"

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

Xue Zhengyi was also extremely surprised, and whispered to Mrs. Wang: "She killed the former head of Jiangdong Hall?"

This time, Jiang Dongtang also missed the sky. Although the former master died, there are still many of his old subordinates in the sect, not to mention his two brothers.

"Did you kill brother?"

"You, how can you bear it! Although he is more than ten years older than you, he treats you very well, you—you femme fatale! You give back my elder brother's life!"

There are quarrels and fights on one side, but the fire on the other side still doesn't stop, a pair of frightening remnants are shattered and unfolded, and in the infinitely brilliant light, all the foul-smelling and invisible past events are all put together. in front of the world.These things are not only about the Confucianism School, but are related to almost all sects in the upper cultivation world, and have something to do with countless famous scholars who came to the Confucianism School to attend the meeting.

After Jiangdong Hall, Wusai Temple, Huohuang Pavilion, Bitan Village... and even the Kunlun Snow Treading Palace, which has always been out of the world, have all the scandals of high-ranking disciples and elders being brought to light one by one.In addition to Nangong Xu's own memories, and the memories he collected from all over the years, they were all presented naked in front of everyone.

Among them, there is even a record of the collusion between Nangong Liu and the former abbot of Wubei Temple, Master Tianchan——

"Master, tomorrow is the Lingshan Conference. Winning or losing is extremely important to me. My father already thinks I'm stupid. If I lose to my younger brother again at the grand conference, then I'm afraid I really... have no chance of being the head of the clan." .”

"Nangong benefactor, don't panic. Do you remember all the spell scrolls that the old monk handed over to you?"

"I remember it well."

Master Tianchan Nian Xu smiled and said: "Tomorrow, you don't need to worry about winning or losing, just use all the spells on the scroll with all your strength, and my brother will naturally not be your opponent."

Nangong Liu was puzzled and said: "This junior is dull, please tell the master clearly."

"The magic scroll is the secret technique created by Lingdi Nangongxu. He practiced diligently and determined to show his prowess at the Lingshan Conference."

"Ah." Nangong Liu was extremely surprised, "Since Brother Xu created it, then I... then how could I use his spells to defeat him?"

Master Tianchan smiled slightly: "Nangong Xu is a lonely person. After studying this spell, he never wants to communicate with others. He hides in the cave and works hard day and night. He said that this spell is created by himself. Who will believe it?"

"..."

"It's different for you, Nangong benefactor. With me and the fourth palace lord of Treading Snow Palace as guarantors, as long as we all say that we have seen you perform this spell, and you bite to death again, this spell is the result of your painstaking research. Even if my younger brother is eloquent, he still can't escape the crime of 'stealing my brother's unique celestial art'."

Master Tianchan said calmly.

"Once the reputation is dirty, it will be criticized by thousands of people, and there will never be a day of recovery. What's the use of winning the leader of the conference?"

"So that's how it is..." Nangong Liu suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was enlightened, and clasped his fists, "Thank you, Master, for pointing out the maze! After the junior succeeds to the throne, I will live up to the covenant with the Master. ——Be a good friend for a hundred years!"

The rolling scroll that illuminated the night, tore open the scars of all the people Xu Shuanglin hated, and all the people who had offended him.Both the monks and the common people near the Confucianism Gate were all attracted by the flickering fire, and saw all the smelly and ugly lice buried under the robes.

When breaking the gate of the ghost world, Xu Shuanglin Zeng Can said with a smile:

"I'm going to break all of your hearts."

It wasn't until this moment that everyone in Porridge understood what his words really meant.

In the name of Shuanglin Elder, Nangong Xu has been dormant in the Confucianism School for so many years, and his intention is not only to destroy the Confucianism 72 City, a century-old foundation.

What he wants to destroy are all the people he can't get used to.

All those who have failed him, slandered him, and driven him to a dead end for public and private interests.

And his elder brother Nangong Liu was just the first person to nod his head on the revenge sacrifice field.Afterwards, the masters and elders——

As long as he did something that offended Xu Shuanglin, no matter who he was, he would not be able to escape this blazing torture platform.

In the endless night illuminated by the fire, Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that in Luo Xianxian's memory, the blood-stained young man once said something with a smile.

There is a man in Linyi, and his heart is dead.

A young man with outstanding magic skills and extraordinary talents has never been treated fairly, and has been calculated, murdered, and excluded by his own family.The spells created with all his painstaking efforts were swallowed up, and those who swallowed up his spells would beat him up in the end, calling him a thief.

How ridiculous is this...

Twenty hearts are dead.

On Jin Chengchi, among the peach blossoms, Bai Zi, manipulated by Xu Shuanglin, laughed and said that he was a ghost crawling out of hell, and wanted to claim the lives of the living.

Chu Wanning looked around, and all the factions in the upper cultivation world were panic-stricken and in chaos. The so-called fallen trees and scattered monkeys were not limited to the Confucianism family.

Xu Shuanglin used the rest of his life as dry wood to ignite this fire of revenge.

He did it.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and in the direction of the dark city, the seventh city of Confucianism Gate, a burst of purple light suddenly shot up, piercing everyone's eyes.

Ye Wangxi immediately raised his sword eyebrows: "Not good!"

Said that she was about to go to the dark city with the sword, Nangong Xi grabbed her, her rebellious face looked very haggard in just one night, almost collapsed.But he still held Ye Wangxi's shoulder tightly, and said hoarsely: "Don't go over."

"But the evil spirits suppressed under the Golden Drum Tower are about to come out. The Confucian School has imprisoned thousands of evil spirits for a hundred years. If all of them break the seal and come to this world..." Ye Wangxi didn't continue, but felt shuddering.

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, and he raised his hand. For a moment, he seemed to want to wipe the splashed plaster on Ye Wangxi's cheeks, but in the end Just moved, did nothing.

"Don't waste your energy." He said, "The Golden Drum Pagoda needs the power of the master and the ten elders to stabilize it. If you go, you will die."

"I know it's death, but even if it's death," Ye Wangxi paused, with a painful expression on his face, "Even if it's death, I... don't want to stand by and watch. If the golden drum tower is broken, a group of monsters come to the world, Confucianism... ...you must be criticized by thousands of people...you..."

"Do you think that if the Golden Drum Pagoda is not broken, the Confucianism School will not be criticized by thousands of people?" Nan Gongsi smiled, with dried blood on the corners of his lips, and his smile became more desolate.

"Don't be silly, Confucianism has come to an end, you live well, okay? Because I really..." Nan Gongsi closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, his throat choked, "I really don't want anyone to die for this sect anymore ……not worth it……"

In the turbulent flames, Ye Wangxi stared at Nangongsi in a daze, before she could say anything in a hurry, when she suddenly heard the rumbling sound of the Buddha pagoda cracking from the direction of the dark city, she turned her head and saw thousands of bright white lines The streamer of light flew in all directions from the standing Golden Drum Tower and disappeared into the vast night.

Ye Wangxi lost all blood: "The Golden Drum Tower... is about to fall..."

"boom--"

The earth trembled, and the ground under his feet began to shatter. With the return of the great demon who had been suppressed in the Confucian-style Golden Drum Pagoda for hundreds of years, it turned into a powerful blood-red light. The red light looked like a huge fish with an astonishing size. , with its tail in full bloom like a red lotus, the big fish let out an earth-shattering roar, and the sound waves shook the leaves thousands of miles away. Broken tiles, some of which were too close to the pagoda, were violently overturned by the air waves transformed by the big demon, and were photographed in the burning fire, and were burnt to ashes before they could even scream.

"what is that?"

"Gun!!"

The person next to him felt angry, and held his sword tightly to prevent it from being blown off by the sudden evil wind, and cursed: "Get out of here? Why do you want me to get out?"

"What the hell? I said this is 'Gun'—! One of the ancient beasts! Legend has it that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucian School, once surrendered the evil beast Gun in the East China Sea, and built a golden drum tower to imprison him—unexpected... It’s unbelievable that it’s true!”

When the fierce beast came out, although its vitality had not recovered, and it had been under this pagoda for a long time, it still had lingering fears about the Taoist priests, so it fled to the East China Sea without staying for a long time, but the rolling waves it set off should not be underestimated. The calamity fire of Confucianism Sect was almost lifted several feet high by the air wave, and the originally safe places were instantly set ablaze.

Xue Zhengyi, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, immediately shouted: "Run! Run!"

All of a sudden, the bricks and sand fell, and after he finished his roar, the iron fan carried Mrs. Wang and fled towards the distance, and the rest of the monks also fled, but some of them fought like a raging fire, fighting to the death, such as Qi Liangji and her own sect. The elders of the group had no time to escape, and they didn't even want to escape. At the moment when they were engulfed by the fire, what they had in their eyes was still the faces of the two sides shining with deep hatred...

Just like that, it disappeared.

Nangong Si suddenly turned over and jumped onto Naobaijin, and reached out to Ye Wangxi: "Come up quickly!" Then he looked back at Chu Wanning next to him: "Master—you also—"

"If you can't carry it, you go first."

"But……"

Mo Ran took the opportunity to make a decisive decision, and said to Nangong: "Go! I will take 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 together with her on the demon wolf.

The trees are falling down one after another, the orange forest is burning and making a harsh crackling sound, and there is a strange sound of citrus in the wind. Without delay, Mo Ran summons the long sword of the deed, and together with Chu Wanning and the two of them, they move towards the front where the fire has not burned. place to avoid.

Behind him, the nobles of the Confucian School, splendid for a hundred years, just like the vast expanse of towers, verandahs, and magnificent pastures, are all destroyed overnight in this billowing flame.