"Nan Gongxu!"
Among the people who hadn't left yet, there were some older people who suddenly reacted and cried out in alarm, "It's him?"
"It's Nan Gongxu …"
"Didn't he die a long time ago?!"
"Luo Fenghua killed him with his own hands back then … How could he … How could he still be alive?"
Ye Wangxi was even more shocked. Her handsome face was deathly pale and her lips trembled. After a long while, she shook her head and retreated with tears in her eyes. "Adoptive Father …"
Xu Shuanglin glanced at Ye Wangxi and smiled at her. "Little Ye Wangxi, come to Adoptive Father's side. Adoptive Father won't hurt you."
"Don't even think about touching her again!!" Suddenly, someone shouted. Ye Wangxi's wrist was grabbed. She turned her head and saw Nangong Si's eyes filled with endless pain and dripping blood. "Ye Wangxi, get behind me."
Xu Shuanglin smiled. "My good nephew, why is it that your temper isn't the least bit like your father's? It's only like your mother's."
"Shut up! You don't deserve to talk about my mother! "
"How am I not worthy?" Xu Shuanglin said slowly, "Did you know that the person your mother liked the most wasn't your father, but me?"
"!"
Seeing the anger and disgust on the young man's face and the infatuation and pain in his eyes, Xu Shuanglin actually enjoyed it. It was as if he was nourished by this deep-rooted hatred. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Your father ruined my reputation and took everything from me, but so what? Confucian Wind Sect … Confucian Wind Sect … It's still in his hands. Hate me, Si 'er, hate me … Big Brother! Hahahaha … Did you think that the pitiful Nan Gongxu from back then would just die like this? Did you think that I would obediently lie in my grave and watch you live a carefree life in this world? "
His smile suddenly twisted as he shouted.
"In your dreams!"
While saying that, he circled around to Nangong Liu, who was on the verge of death, but was unable to stop breathing. With one hand he pulled up his Big Brother's lapel, as if he was pulling up a pile of mud.
"What use is the brilliant Confucian Wind Sect in the hands of such trash? Sect Leader … Ha, what a joke! As the Sect Master, he was still fooled by me for so many years. When I tell you what I want, you stick your butt out like a dog and obediently give me what? " He smiled and patted Nangong Liu's bloody cheeks. He smiled intimately, but his eyes flashed with a sinister light. "Big Brother, you're really a good-for-nothing coward, a good-for-nothing snack."
Lonemoon's Sect Master, Jiang Xi, said, "Your Excellency's goal is to destroy the century-old foundation of the Confucian Wind Sect?"
Xu Shuanglin turned around and blinked. "A hundred years of foundation? That's nothing. If the foundation is destroyed, we can start all over again. If the seventy-two cities are burned down, we can still rebuild them. Only when the people's hearts are dead and become scattered ashes, scattered by the wind, that's satisfying. "He paused, then smiled brightly.
"I'm going to destroy all of your hearts."
These words were neither overtly nor overtly spoken. Coupled with his radiant face, it made people tremble with fear. Before the others could react, Nangong Si could no longer hold back.
His eyes burned with endless karmic fire, filled with the smoke of despair. There was only hatred and madness in those eyes, not the slightest desire to live. The sound of the jade flute rang out, and a demon wolf as tall as three people rushed out of the forest with a howl, leaping in front of Nangong Si. Nangong Si flipped onto the wolf's back. Before he could sit properly, the wolf's shadow had already swept past.
"Mandala, summon!" Following his shout, a dazzling Shen Wu Bow appeared in his hand. Nangong Si clamped down on the demon wolf's back. Riding on the wolf's back, his upper body was straight, and his arm was holding the jade mandala. His face was filled with crazed hatred, and in an instant, he had already shot three arrows in succession, aiming straight for Xu Shuanglin's vital points.
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said, "Si 'er, you're very naughty."
He dodged two arrows, but seeing that he couldn't dodge the third, he didn't panic. Instead, he grabbed his brother's limp, half-dead body and blocked the arrow.
After all, this was his own father. Even if the other party was fickle, for Nangong Si, blood ties were still deeply ingrained in his bones. He couldn't help but tense up, his temples throbbing. His canine teeth had already bitten through his lips, filling them with blood …
"Do you still want to play with uncle?" Xu Shuanglin was very affectionate. He smiled and said, "Uncle will play with you."
"Nan Gongxu!! I'll kill you!! "
"You're just a child, why are you shouting about fighting and killing?" Xu Shuanglin's words were light, but his hands didn't slow down in the slightest as he started to exchange moves with his nephew.
In just a few moves, his swift and fierce skills left almost all the surrounding cultivators dumbstruck. Some people even couldn't help but think — no wonder Nangong Liu's attitude as the younger brother was twisted when he took over as the Sect Leader — the difference between the magic and spiritual power of these two brothers was like the difference between heaven and earth. It was like the difference between the clouds and the mud. The older brother couldn't even carry the younger brother's shoes.
"So powerful."
"Didn't Nan Gongxu secretly learn his older brother's magic back then? How could he have such ability? "
"He's practically on par with the number one Grandmaster …"
A few people who originally wanted to help Nangong Si besiege him retracted their formation one after another. There were even more astute people who thought that this time, the Confucian Wind Sect's calamity seemed to be unsolvable, so they took advantage of the chaos to turn around and flee. This kind of mentality spread extremely quickly. In just a short time, those cultivators who didn't leave also ran away or scattered. They didn't even care about those who had been made into chess pieces and hadn't recovered their senses yet.
In the blink of an eye, there were only a few people left in the hunting forest. Mo Ran turned his head and saw that he was the only one left. Chu Wanning and Ye Wangxi hadn't left yet —
No, there was still Jiang Xi.
He didn't expect this. Jiang Xi was the richest man in the world, the Sect Leader of Lin Ling Yu, and the best businessman in the world. He was also the leader of the largest sect in the Cultivation World aside from the Confucian Wind Sect.
He didn't expect that he would be willing to take care of this thankless situation.
"Sect Leader Jiang …"
A slightly trembling voice startled Mo Ran even more. He turned around and saw that he didn't notice that there was a person hiding behind the orange tree. Although his face was ashen and his lips were trembling, he still forced himself not to leave.
Li Wuxin?!
As the Sect Leader of the sect at the bottom of the Upper Cultivation World, Li Wuxin swallowed his saliva. His oily yellow face was covered in sweat. He looked at the remaining people with uncertainty. "Do you want to attack together?"
Jiang Xi didn't answer immediately. His eyes quickly swept over the remaining people and he said decisively, "Villa Master Li, come with me. I'll go and rescue those sleeping chess pieces. You're in charge of flying on your sword and taking them to a safe place."
"Okay, okay, okay."
"As for Grandmaster Chu and Grandmaster Mo …"
Chu Wanning said, "Mo Ran, you go and help Nangong Si. I'll mend the Sky Fissure and come to help you immediately."
This Sky Fissure was different from the one in Colorful Butterfly Town. There weren't thousands of evil spirits surging out. There was only the golden-red lava flow left, so it wasn't dangerous. It was just that the tear was huge, so Chu Wanning was more suitable to mend it.
Mo Ran removed the Ghost Coffin of Ten Thousand People, and the twenty or so young cultivators who were used as chess pieces all fell to the ground. Jiang Xi flicked his blue sleeve and instantly sprinkled thousands of drops of medicinal powder to stabilize the weak state of these people. He then turned to Li Wuxin and said, "Sorry to trouble you."
Li Wuxin nodded and summoned a heavy sword that flashed with a dark green brilliance. He silently recited an incantation, and the heavy sword that could only carry two or three people suddenly expanded by dozens of feet and hung in the air. Jiang Xi carried those people onto the sword's hilt one by one. The last one was Xue Meng, but Li Wuxin's weapon couldn't support him.
Li Wuxin said, "I can't carry him anymore. There are too many people. Wait until I come back from this trip."
Jiang Xi glanced not far away. Flames and sparks flew everywhere as the spiritual flow became increasingly fierce and terrifying. The surrounding orange trees fell one after another as if they were withered and rotten. It was obvious that this place would be affected very soon.
He had no choice but to lower his head and look at Xue Meng in disgust. He said, "Fine, you go. I'll take care of this trash."
When he finished speaking, he called out in a deep voice, "Summon the Snow Phoenix."
A silver longsword that glowed with a blue radiance instantly appeared under his feet. The sword "Snow Phoenix" was extremely luxurious and exquisite. Its hilt was slender and the decorations were exquisite beyond compare. However, it was obvious that it wasn't good at carrying heavy loads. Fortunately, the weight of two people was still bearable. Jiang Xi carried the unconscious Xue Meng in his arms. When he thought of how this person had previously talked back to him and how he was Madam Wang and Xue Zhengyong's son, he couldn't hide his disgust. Disdain was written all over his face.
Li Wuxin, "…"
Looking at Sect Master Jiang's expression, he wouldn't choose the highest point of the sword and throw the young master at the peak of life and death down, right?
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave. Send them out as soon as possible. We still need to come back and help, "Jiang Xi said with a gloomy expression." We can't just let the Confucian Wind Sect disappear like this. "
The two divine weapons flew up with the wind, carrying the youths who were still in the Spiritual Current and flying into the distance.
At the same time, Chu Wanning had sealed the last section of the Hell's Sky Fissure. Meanwhile, the battle between Mo Ran's group and Xu Shuanglin was reaching its climax. Mo Ran's strength was valiant, and Nangong Si was even more determined to kill. Although Xu Shuanglin's Taoist skills were sky-high, he couldn't hold his own against the two of them.
While he was at his wit's end, Xu Shuanglin yelled at Ye Wangxi, "Ye, what are you standing there for? Do you really want to watch your adoptive father die in the hands of others? Hurry up and help me! "
Ye Wangxi clenched his fists with a pained expression. His entire body was trembling slightly, but he didn't go forward. Instead, he retreated step by step.
"Are you really going to stand by and watch? Did you forget who brought you back from the orange grove when you were young, raised you, and gave you a name? "
"… … No."
She was on the verge of collapse, but because she had been strong since she was young, whether it was the Sect Leader or the Elders, they all raised her as a man. Now that she had encountered such an unforeseen event, she still persisted as usual. Her back was still straight, and although her face was red, she didn't cry like an ordinary girl.
However, her flesh seemed to have been shattered. At this time, it seemed that if anyone touched her lightly, her entire body's muscles, veins, skin, and flesh would be peeled off from her bones and crushed into mud.
Seeing her like this, Xu Shuanglin cursed inwardly, but he didn't force her anymore. Instead, he turned his head and fiercely fought with the other two people.
"Clang!"
The saber in his hand suddenly made an ear-piercing metallic sound. The top-grade weapon from the Kunlun's Treading in Snow Palace couldn't hold on any longer. Under Mo Ran's willow vines, it broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
Mo Ran coldly said, "What else can you use to fight?"
Xu Shuanglin knew that things were not going well. At this time, he suddenly heard a distant roar above his head. He looked up immediately and saw that Chu Wanning had completely repaired the Heavenly Fissure. The night sky above the Hunting Forest returned to its original state. The hell lava that had lost the spiritual flow of the netherworld instantly scattered into little golden red spots, like fireflies floating in the forest.
The sky was filled with stars. Chu Wanning floated down from the night sky. His dark ceremonial robe fluttered in the strong wind, which made his face look as white as porcelain. His features were handsome beyond compare.
However, no matter how handsome he was, it couldn't hide the murderous aura that was exuding from his body.
"Damn it." Xu Shuanglin gritted his teeth.
One Grandmaster Mo was already enough to make him suffer. Now, there was another Grandmaster Chu. If the two of them worked together, who in the entire Cultivation World could fight against them alone?
Xu Shuanglin took a step back and suddenly cut his palm with a knife. He squeezed out a drop of blood and smeared a curse mark on his forehead. He shouted in a low voice, "Why aren't you coming to save me? How long are you going to drag this out?! "
Then, he raised his hand and grabbed the air. His fingernails suddenly grew several inches. With a "pu" sound, he directly tore apart Luo Fenghua's body that was lying on the surface of the lake. He pulled out his bloody spiritual core and put it into his arms. Then, he quickly jumped back. He actually grabbed his half-dead elder brother, removed the enchantment under his feet, and jumped into the Lake Ganquan. He suddenly plunged straight to the bottom of the lake …
Mo Ran immediately came back to his senses — the Shenwu "No Return" that was used to open the Hell's Sky Fissure was stuck at the bottom of the lake!
Xu Shuanglin was an excellent swimmer. He was barefooted, so he swam very fast. Even if he was dragging a living dead person, he immediately grabbed the pitch-black Modao in the lake. The moment he emerged, another crack suddenly appeared in the sky.
Chu Wanning frowned. "A Sky Fissure?"
He wasn't sure. The crack was very small, only as tall as a person. It was different from the usual Sky Fissure in the Ghost World. There was no Yin Qi coming out of it.
Xu Shuanglin shook off the water and leaped up. With one hand holding his brother and the other holding the Sword of No Return, he fiercely swung the Sword Qi downwards with the Divine Martial Blade, forcing the three people who wanted to chase after him to slow down slightly. He took this opportunity to fly up. Suddenly, a very beautiful hand stretched out from the narrow crack and tightly grasped Xu Shuanglin's arm.
"… The Gate of Life and Death!"
Chu Wanning's eyes suddenly widened. He was always calm and composed. Even if he saw the exquisite chess game, he wouldn't be so shocked. However, at this time, the blood drained from his face in an instant. He clenched his fists in his sleeves and was stunned.
Mo Ran seemed to have been splashed with cold water. He turned his head. "What?!"
How was this possible?!
This was actually the strongest of the three forbidden spells. It was rumored that it could tear time and space and make people in different time and space appear at the same time — this was the forbidden spell of the forbidden spells that had long been lost in the Cultivation Land.
The Gate of Life and Death!