Why do you have to be forced to kill disciples as a teacher [Rebirth]

Ning Wuwu's blood-red eyes contained a kind of desperate madness. He was clearly wearing the most elegant blue robe, but his expression was terrifying like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Jiang Xiaoshu waited for him to vent, pursed his lips, and asked the first sentence: "Does what you said have anything to do with Xiao Yiyun?"

Ning Wuwu's chest was heaving violently, but she was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

Jiang Xiaoshu asked again, "Was Xiao Yiyun the one who killed your parents? Did Xiao Yiyun dig your ancestral grave? Did he owe you anything?" He looked at Ning Wuyi, as if he was very puzzled, and said, "It's so strange, you obviously let your parents come out to do fine work It’s not the Xiao Clan, why didn’t you get rid of the root cause and slaughtered your parents’ sect?”

Ning Wuwu said angrily, "I..."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Xiaoshu said calmly, "The only person in the Xiao Clan who has a relationship with your parents is the head of the sect who ordered you back then, right? But you clearly knew it, and you still worshiped under the sect of Nagato as his closed disciple— Does this count as admitting a thief as your father, Brother Ning?"

Ning Wuwu yelled, "I became that old man's apprentice just to kill him!"

Jiang Xiaoshu sneered, "So it's the same when you approach Xiao Yiyun?"

"——That's really hard work for you. You need a strong self-control to cover your conscience and repay a person who treats you sincerely." He sneered, "I'm really curious when you faced Xiao Yiyun's kind protection back then. When you are in love, what do you think in your heart? Don’t you feel even the slightest touch or shake when you treat the warmth from a person who doesn’t owe you anything at all?”

Ning Wuwu gritted his teeth and said, "He doesn't deserve it!"

"What qualifications do you have to say this?" Jiang Xiaoshu said, "Do you know Xiao Yiyun? Do you know what he is, what he thinks in his heart, the responsibilities he bears, all his joys, sorrows, sorrows and resentments, do you know? "

When he said these words, Xiao Yiyun, who had been standing calmly by the side, was slightly shocked.

"His position as sect master was obtained by his own ability," Jiang Xiaoshu said, "Whether it is a long-term affection, a great reputation, or the awe of thousands of people... none of these are inherited from his parents for nothing, all of them are He walked alone step by step by himself. Some people walk through the thorn swamp, and you don't see him bleeding, not because he is not hurt, but because he doesn't like to be seen."

"—Ning Wuwu, why do you say that fate is unfair and feel that you are the worst in the world?"

"Hahaha, hahaha..." There was a chuckle in the silent night sky, and Ning Wuwu suddenly bent down and laughed without warning. Jiang Xiaoshu looked at him coldly and laughed for a while, Ning Wuwu finally raised his eyes, gasped and said, "It's so easy to say. Mr. Jiang, it's so easy for you to say... People don't feel back pain when they stand and talk, if it's you Your own parents were slaughtered, if you watched your own sister starve to death, if you had experienced this! How would you be better than me...?"

Jiang Xiaoshu thought to himself, if I had passed by these, I would have used all my strength to hold onto Xiao Yiyun's fingers and walk out of the darkness the first time Xiao Yiyun stretched out his hand to me under the moonlit night.

"...I won't give up." Ning Wuwu murmured, "I won't give up!"

He pointed at the Xiao Clan, where flames lit up the sky in the distance, and countless monks were fighting and shouting, and said sinisterly, "It won't be long before this place will turn into a hell. The dead and wounded by the sect masters of the various immortal sects will soon be lost to the people down the mountain." News, in order to protect the demon blood, the head of the Xiao Clan did not hesitate to release all the evil beasts and monsters in the past hundred years in an attempt to harm the heads of the immortals... Even if the Xiao Clan is not destroyed at this time, the reputation of the Xiao Clan will be ruined, and thousands of people will chase after it!"

"Hahaha Xiao Yiyun," Ning Wuwu laughed wildly, "After decades, you finally ended up with my parents!"

He took a few steps around Xiao Yiyun and Jiang Xiaoshu, and said calmly, "Master of the Seventh Clan, put away the long love in your sleeves. I have made all the barriers of the Xiao Clan be linked with my spiritual power. If I die , the spiritual power is cut off, the Xiao Clan's enchantment collapses, and all these monsters and evil spirits will rush down the mountain."

Let the enchantment be connected with your own spiritual power?This is simply crazy, Jiang Xiaoshu couldn't believe it, Ning Wuwu blew up the Hundred Demon Pot by himself, knowing that Xiao Yu couldn't deal with it, the barrier of Xiao Clan would be broken sooner or later, and tied himself to it?Isn't this courting death?

"I'm not afraid of death." Ning Wuwu chuckled, rubbing his thumb and index finger slowly, and said in a low voice, "What I want is to see with my own eyes how the Xiao Clan died..." He took a deep breath, imagining What will happen later, the body can't help but tremble with excitement, "The lives of hundreds of disciples, the reputation of the Xiao Clan for a hundred years, and all the heads of the Xiao Clan... It is enough to have these buried with you!"

Xiao Yiyun looked at him without saying a word, frowning deeply, apparently also felt that he was an incurable neuropathy.

"Master, ignore him." Jiang Xiaoshu grabbed Xiao Yiyun's sleeve, "It's not worth wasting time for him... The most urgent thing now is to deal with the evil spirits in the Hundred Demon Pot!"

Ning Wuwu looked at them with a smile, as if nothing mattered.

Xiao Yiyun withdrew his eyes that were no different from looking at objects, and only opened his brows when facing Jiang Xiaoshu.

"Let's go." He hugged Jiang Xiaoshu by the waist, tapped his toes, and quickly left the Lingling Stage without looking back.

The sky is bright, and the bright moon is blocked by a passing dark cloud.Ning Wuwu raised the corners of his mouth expectantly, and quietly closed his eyes to listen to the faint hissing sound in the distance.

... The final death knell finally sounded.