【Xiyao】Fake prudence

As soon as Jin Guangyao said that he could do something, everyone's eyes focused on him again, thunder and lightning roared in the sky, like the roar of a dragon, the old white badger in Jin Guangyao's arms trembled, and its white hair fell off like snowflakes, stained with golden light Yao is full of chest.

After Jin Guangyao told Lan Xichen the secret of Dr. Bai, he stroked the back of the old badger, "Mr. Bai, we can save you for a while, but we can't save you forever. Now I have a way to put you to death and live later, but there is no If you are completely sure, you may lose all your cultivation, are you willing to give it a try?"

Doctor Bai opened his mouth and said vaguely, "I believe you."

"You want to lead Tianlei to deal with Dao Ling?" How clever Lan Xichen was, he understood Jin Guangyao's intention in a moment.

"That's right." Jin Guangyao pointed to the Xiaguang at the edge of the sky, "Doctor Bai has been hiding somewhere in the deep clouds for so long, and the sky thunder hasn't come yet. Why did he come at this time? I guess, it was the one who really attracted the sky thunder. The evil spirit carried by the murderous corpse and the sword spirit."

Lan Xichen looked into the distance, but saw a red light soaring into the sky in the distance, dyeing most of the sky bloody,

That red light is the evil spirit emanating from Dao Ling and Nie MingJue.

When the sword spirit surrenders to the resentful spirit, it will devour the power of the resentful spirit. At this time, new resentful spirits are needed, and the cycle goes on and on. It can only be suppressed by a steady stream of resentful spirits.

If you want to use righteous spells to transform it, I don't know how many years it will take and how many Nie family members will die. This is obviously a loss-making business for Nie Huaisang, but Lan Xichen is pressing every step of the way, and Nie Huaisang refuses to give in. After recognizing Nie Mingjue as the master, he cultivated into an unprecedentedly powerful monster, and used this as the final bargaining chip to fight Lan Xichen.

"Second brother, if the Nie family wins this battle, what will happen to the murderous corpse and Dao Ling Nie Er?"

Lan Xichen was taken aback.

Jin Guangyao didn't give Lan Xichen too much time to think, and turned up all of Nie Huaisang's deep-seated goals: "Of course it is suppressed with a new resentful spirit! Where does the new resentful spirit come from? It may be uncle, it may be Wangji .In order to control Dao Ling, he needs a large number of corpses and enough resentment, and the unknown place of Yun Shen may be the new sacrificial sword hall he chose."

It was midsummer, but the surroundings were extremely cold, Jin Guangyao's voice was even colder, and Jin Ling shivered from the cold.

Lan Jingyi's scalp was numb, she couldn't believe it: "No way..."

"Why not?" Jin Guangyao looked stern, not seeming to be alarmist at all, "Don't have illusions about Nie Er, he put the sword spirit in Yunshen, and never thought of giving himself a way out, even him There is no retreat, let alone his enemies?"

"We can't surrender." Lan Sizhui was the first to agree with Jin Guangyao. He turned to Lan Xichen and said solemnly, "Zewu-jun, I believe Lianfang-zun's deduction. It will definitely become the second mass grave."

Lan Sizhui had always believed that most people were kind-hearted, which was a little too naive, but at this time, he appeared to be particularly insightful and mature.

Lan Xichen clenched his palms tightly and slammed on the railing in a circle. The iron horse under the eaves swayed sharply and piercingly. Mr. Zewu, who had been prudent all his life, made the most risky decision in his life: "Ting Dan, take your family and leave, I will go Mountain gate reinforcements."

Lan Han said, "I'll go too."

Lan Xichen put his hand on his shoulder to express his trust in him: "Be prepared for the worst, if I can't come back, at least you will be there."

The corner of Lan Han's lips twitched, and he finally said nothing.

The lightning in the shape of a blue dragon hovers above the red light, the dragon's claws are stretched out, and the dragon's back is arched, as if ready to go down to catch prey at any time.

Lan Xichen stretched out his hand to Jin Guangyao: "Give me Doctor Bai."

But Jin Guangyao took a step back: "The murderous corpse is looking for me, only I can lead him to a place inaccessible to prevent him and Tianlei from hurting innocent people."

He called Nie Mingjue the corpse, because he was afraid that Lan Xichen would soften his heart, and wanted to remind Lan Xichen that now Nie Mingjue was just an unconscious corpse, and he was no longer their big brother.

However, Jin Guangyao's worries were obviously superfluous, Lan Xichen's thoughts were all on the Lan family, and he didn't have much time to be soft-hearted and entangled.

Lan Xichen turned cold and poured cold water on Jin Guangyao: "If you go, you will only become my burden."

"I drank the hundred-year-old purple ginseng treasured by my uncle, enough to toss until dawn tomorrow." Jin Guangyao acted recalcitrant and self-willed, staring at Lan Xichen, and said viciously: "Before I die, I will give you a cup of tea." Jian, let you be my funeral."

Lan Xichen stared at Jin Guangyao for a while, then smiled brightly: "Okay."

The bloody water gurgled down the Tiantian Ladder, almost converging into a small stream, and even the weeds on both sides of the mountain wall were stained with blood.

The strange sound of the flute whirled around the mountain stream, brushed against the wet, cold and rough mountain wall, and made a long and shrill whistle.

A bloody human head was thrown high into the sky, just hit the Taotie banner, and fell on the cliff again, Gululu rolled to Nie Huaisang's feet, Nie Huaisang covered his mouth and nose with a fan, and sighed repeatedly: "Poor, so pitiful!" .”

Nie Zheng swung the head with his sword, like playing polo, and knocked the head off the cliff.

There was no sound from the bird on the cliff, and the throats of the monks seemed to be frozen, holding their breath and watching the fierce fighting below.

boom--

Baxia swung horizontally, cutting a headless corpse in half, one corpse fell down, and immediately there were scattered corpses swarming up from behind, attacking shoulder to shoulder.

Nie Mingjue roared into the sky, and Dao Ling sprang out from the Tianling Gai, chopping the aided corpses into pieces like melons and vegetables. He would not get tired, and neither would Dao Spirit, as long as there was enough hostility, he could Fighting in this way has lasted forever.

The stone steps that have to be swept every day are covered with bone and flesh residues, internal organs and limbs, red, white and white. Being in it, you feel like you are on a road to hell.

Wei Ying was sitting at the end of Huangquan Road, playing an evil tune. Who would have thought that there was a pure holy land behind him.

A few fledgling juniors from the Lan family couldn't take it anymore, and they held onto the mountain gate to feel sick and vomited.

If the ones chopped up by Nie Mingjue were just ordinary walking corpses, they might still be able to accept them, but those are acquaintances who often see each other. It is really unbearable to watch the familiar people turn into walking corpses and then into pieces. accept.

But there is no other way, the dead are already dead, and in order to protect the living, this is the only way to do it.

The Lan family could no longer suffer casualties, and the elders who hated ghosts had no choice but to acquiesce in Wei Ying turning the dead disciples of the Lan family into walking corpses to defend against Nie Mingjue. This may be called fighting poison with poison.

Nie Mingjue won't get tired, but Wei Ying has a mortal body, and there will always be a moment when he can't last.

Worst of all, the number of corpses is very limited. When Nie Mingjue wiped out all the walking corpses, a clever woman can hardly make a living without rice, and Wei Wuxian can only do his best.

The walking corpses were destroyed one by one, Wei Ying fell into anxiety, and the sound of the flute became unsteady, but the enemy above did not cheer.

What the hell is this?

The monks who followed Nie Huaisang looked at the invincible Nie Mingjue, and they all had this question in their hearts.

It seems that only the Nie family is proud of the spring breeze. Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, Nie Zheng said with a smile: "The suzerain has thought carefully and prevented the living from attacking. Wei Ying is useless. Now he will not be able to find flowers."

Nie Huaisang shook his fan to drive away the smell of blood, and said slowly, "Actually, Wei Ying is not difficult to deal with. There is no new corpse. Lan Er is about to kill one of his own people. The dead can at least resist for a while longer than the living."

Scattered laughter came from the crowd, which seemed extremely desolate in this chilling atmosphere.

Most people are not in the mood to laugh.

They were all wondering what Nie Huaisang would do with Nie Mingjue after he captured Yunshen's Unknown Place.

Lan Wangji was by Wei Ying's side, and there was a long bloodstain on his white sleeve. At the price of this bloodstain, he wiped out a sword spirit, but it was not enough.

He saw that Wei Ying's head was covered with sweat, and he pulled up his sleeves to wipe Wei Ying's sweat.

This small movement exposed his identity, Lan Qiren exclaimed: "Are you Wangji?"

"Yes." At this point, there was no need for Lan Wangji to hide anything. He took off two pieces of brown colored glass, revealed light-colored eyes, and said calmly, "It's me. The one guarding the rear is brother."

Lan Qiren was stunned for a while, then said with a sense of exhaustion: "That's fine."

The last available murderous corpse was divided into five horses by Dao Ling, and the blood mist filled the air. Nie Mingjue sucked his nose, twisted his neck, and let out a pleasant low moan. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wei Ying felt that the outline of Nie Mingjue's body seemed to grow stronger. a bit.

Only Wen Ning was the only corpse available around him. Without consulting Wei WuXian, Wen Ning jumped out of the barrier, swung the iron chain, and hit Nie MingJue hard on the head.

click -

Nie MingJue's head was safe and sound, but the iron chain snapped.

"Wen Ning! Come back!" Wei Wuxian stood up, "You are no match for him!"

Nie Mingjue slashed down, Wen Ning narrowly dodged it, and snarled at Wei Wuxian without looking back: "Go!"

Lan Qiren called the clan elders together, and said to Lan Wangji, "You go, we will cut off the heir!"

"I'm dead! You go." Lan Wangji shook his head.

"I've lived enough, and I don't have any worries." Lan Qiren straightened his forehead and wiped his forehead, his eyes shifted from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian, "And you are still young."

Wei Wuxian also shook his head, and said with a serious attitude he had never had before: "Uncle, I have lived my life very well, but there are some things that I absolutely can't live together."

Lan Qiren wanted to add that Lan Wangji flew out of the barrier and blocked Nie Mingjue's knife for Wen Ning. Shuoyue was indeed a good sword, and after being under the bully's hand, it still held steady.

"Lan Xichen came out in person!" Nie Zheng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "This hypocrite who is greedy for life and afraid of death, who is so obsessed with sex, didn't even put oil on the soles of his feet this time?"

"That's not Lan Xichen, that's Lan Wangji." Nie Huaisang held up the binoculars and smiled playfully, "Lan Xichen still ran away with Jin Guangyao."

"No prospect." Nie Zheng tutted his tongue, "The little man in Gusu is so soft-boned, let's see where he goes to eat this time."

As if in response to his slander, two sword lights pierced through the billowing black clouds, falling behind Nie MingJue like two bright meteors.

Nie Mingjue had already strangled Wen Ning's neck and was about to break it when he suddenly let go, sniffed, like a shark smelling blood, and slowly turned around.

"Nie Mingjue! You've got the wrong person! Your younger brothers are here!" Jin Guangyao landed less than a foot away from Nie Mingjue, took Lan Xichen's arm, and hooked his fingers at Nie Mingjue .

Nie Mingjue roared angrily!

The roar was like thunder, straight into the sky, and the blue dragon lightning flashed again, illuminating the entire valley, and all the evil spirits had nowhere to hide under the sky light!

Nie Mingjue already had no vision, but when the lightning flashed, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, extremely resistant to the light.

This reaction gave Jin Guangyao even more confidence. He grinned and didn't hit him. He pulled Lan Xichen and ran away. Grimace: "Come and hit me! Come and hit me! No way!"

Nie Mingjue turned around, followed Jin Guangyao's scent, screaming and chased all the way down the ladder, and even took the sword spirit away from the mountain gate, and the elders of the Lan clan guarding the mountain gate were finally able to breathe.

Lan Wangji, Wei Ying, and Wen Ning were worried about Lan Xichen's safety, so they also ran down the hill behind Nie Mingjue's buttocks, a bunch of people chasing each other, the scene was quite comical.

On the cliff, Nie Huaisang threw the wine glass down the cliff, and after a crisp cracking sound, he folded his fan and gave the order: "Attack."