บท 214: Chapter 214: [Mount Jiao] Spirit Core Fragmentation
Mo Ran clenched his fists in the dark. His heart beat like a war drum, and the veins on his temples twitched. He stared at the tense situation in front of him, and a crazy thought roared in his mind — — Nangong Zhangying could take Nangong Si's life at any time. But was he really going to stand like this? Could he really stand there with a clear conscience?!
He was trembling. He was suffering, but fortunately, no one saw anything strange about him. The line between life and death in the barrier was like fine sand absorbing water, and everyone's gaze was focused on it.
The sharp sword could be stained with blood at any time.
Thousands of trees rustled. Mo Ran grasped the concealed weapon in his sleeve, and rubbed the sharp edge of the sleeve arrow with his finger. He wanted to do something, but that something made his fear grow like wild weeds …
Suddenly, Nangong Zhangying's body trembled.
The trembling was too obvious, and everyone could see it clearly.
Xue Zhengyong was shocked, "What's wrong?!"
Nangong Zhangying couldn't see Nangong Si's specific position, and the position where he raised his sword was a bit off. However, Nangong Si couldn't make a sound. Even the slightest sound or movement of the wind could make Nangong Zhangying react.
He stared at his ancestor's face with a pale but stubborn expression, and pursed his lips. The corners of his lips were full of blood that hadn't dried yet.
"You are … Nangong … Si?"
"!!!"
This time, not only Xue Zhengyong, but many people standing in front of him who heard this sentence also shivered.
— — Nangong Zhangying had a consciousness?!?
Mo Ran's expression also changed. A cold light flashed in his sleeve, and he put away the concealed arrow that was about to be used. His back was already soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.
That was close … he was almost exposed …
He felt lucky that he didn't have to make a move, but then he felt uneasy and disgusted by his own luck.
In front of this Jiao Mountain, the two spirits of his past life and present life were fighting fiercely. They kept biting and tangling, tearing at each other until blood was dripping, and flesh was badly mangled.
He didn't know how long he could hold on.
"Nangong … Si … Seventh …"
Within the wizardry barrier, Nangong Zhangying's sword, which was hanging high in the air, was slowly shifting.
Little by little, inch by inch …
Xue Zhengyong was extremely shocked. "Does he really have consciousness?"
No, it wasn't conscious.
He was restoring his consciousness, restoring the remnant consciousness of this corpse.
Mo Ran knew that Xu Shuanglin, who was hiding in a corner of Jiao Mountain, was like a clumsy puppeteer. He had never danced with such a complicated and huge puppet before. He could not hold on any longer.
Nangong Zhangying was about to break free of his...
Swoosh!
Before Mo Ran could finish his thoughts, a muffled sound of flesh being pierced rang out, causing his scalp to go numb and his pupils to contract.
In that instant.
Blood splattered everywhere!
After a moment of silence, an extremely distorted scream suddenly exploded in his ears. A cold sword pierced through his bones — — "Ah Si!!!"
"Miss Ye!"
"Ye Wangxi!!"
They clamped down on Ye Wangxi, whose eyes were red and whose expression was almost crazy. They were afraid that she would do something extreme, but they soon realized that it was unnecessary. What could she do? She was not a member of the Nangong family. No matter how good she was, in front of Jiao Mountain, she was just an outsider.
She could not enter at all.
Nangong Zhangying's sword mercilessly pierced through Nangong Si's back and shoulder. If he could see with his own eyes, he was afraid that right now there would be a gaping hole in Nangong Si's chest.
Nangong Si froze for a moment and seemed to want to say something, but Zhangying immediately pulled out his sword. Blood splattered everywhere. Nangong Si, who fell to the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood. He could not even support himself anymore. After struggling a few times, he finally collapsed into the mud.
He did not know what Xu Shuanglin did. Perhaps he donated the power of his spiritual core, or perhaps he used all of his consciousness to firmly control Nangong Zhangying.
The body that was about to recover its spiritual sense suddenly turned into a puppet that killed decisively. He held a sword, and blood dripped from the thin sword groove. The blood dripped onto the ground, and under the moonlight, it converged into a small pool of darkness that was uncertain whether it was dark or bright.
Nangong Si once again tried to crawl up from the ground, but failed. In the mud, he barely managed to raise his face.
Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes.
He would rather Nangong Si not let anyone see this face of his. His originally proud, arrogant, clean and handsome face was now only covered in blood and mud. His facial features were almost indistinguishable. He was in such a sorry state that it was enough to make anyone with a conscience feel sorrowful.
Although Nangong Si's eyes were not sad.
There was still fire in his eyes, and there was still light.
Nangong Zhangying wanted to strike again, but a white light rushed over and tangled with him. Naobaijin roared and howled, full of murderous intent, and did not care about anything else.
"Ah Si …"
Ye Wangxi was on the verge of collapse, but Nangong Si did not look at her. He only stared at Jiang Xi, and his bloody lips and teeth opened and closed.
At this moment, he could not make too loud a sound, but Jiang Xi understood lip-reading. He clasped his hands behind his back, and his brown eyes stared unblinkingly at Nangong Si's moving lips.
Nangong Si finished speaking.
Jiang Xi said, "… Okay. I know. "
"Wuwuwu …"
With another dull bang, Naobaijin was hit by Nangong Zhangying with one hand. Its fall was much louder than its master's, and its snow-white body fell among the trees, crushing a large number of branches and leaves. Immediately after, its spiritual power could not support it, and a cloud of smoke rose from the ground. Before the smoke dispersed, a fluffy white puppy rushed out. It was not even the size of a person's palm, and it used all its strength to bite Nangong Zhangying's clothes.
It was Naobaijin's original form.
Nangong Si turned his head and coughed softly. "Go, go quickly."
"Aowuuu!!" Naobaijin did not leave.
However, its little bit of strength was like a clay ox entering the sea when it bit Nangong Zhangying. Nangong Zhangying was too lazy to pay attention to it. He moved his fingers, and the ground of Jiao Mountain shook. The thousands of corpses that Nangong Si had previously tied up were instantly pulled out of the ground by vines.
He had the strength to pull up mountains.
He was unstoppable.
Nangong Si's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He also pressed his hand hard on the ground. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His spiritual core was crushed!!
He used his spiritual core, which he had cultivated for more than twenty years, and his painstaking efforts to cultivate for more than twenty years, to stake everything on one throw and never look back. He shouted with blood in his eyes, "Sink!!"
Collapse.
He could clearly feel that the core that had accompanied him for twenty years in his heart had collapsed in an instant.
It was very light, like the ripples of a spring lake blown by the wind.
It was very heavy, like the rolling stones of a broken mountain.
In the end, it turned into fine powder.
At that moment, Nangong Si vaguely felt a sense of relief. So this was what it felt like to have one's spiritual core crushed? Although it was painful, it was not a heart-wrenching pain.
Then, when his mother died, she probably did not suffer too much.
In just a moment, there was nothing left.
The Evil Dragon's Spirit actually trembled slightly because of his sacrifice. The blood vines that were about to let go suddenly closed again and clung tightly to the zombies that were about to break out. Nangong Zhangying slightly raised his chin and said in a low voice, "Hmm?" Then, he walked step by step to Nangong Si and stood in front of him.
Nangong Si could not move at all. Without his spiritual core, he was no different from an ordinary person.
He couldn't even summon back his sword.
He gasped for breath and looked up. His eyes reflected the moonlight, as well as Nangong Zhangying's face, which was against the moonlight.
"Grand Leader …"
Nangong Zhangying's blindfolded ribbon fluttered in the cold wind. He stood on the spot for a while before moving his finger again. However, due to the sacrifice of Nangong Si's Spirit Core, the spirit of the Jiao Mountain couldn't immediately respond to the command of its original master's corpse. Thus, the blood vines didn't move at all. In fact, they even slowly dragged the rampaging corpses and continued to sink underground.
However, Nangong Si knew that he could not hold on much longer.
As long as Nangong Zhangying had the heart to give the order, Jiao Mountain would definitely listen to the first master's orders. He could not change anything.
However, even though he couldn't change it, he would still pay the price to do it. He would try his best to do it.
He had a clear conscience.
Outside the enchantment, Mo Ran gritted his teeth. The arrow in his sleeve was at his fingertips again. The lines on his face were extremely tense. His hands were slightly trembling under his robes.
Inside the enchantment, Nangong Si said, "Grand Leader … I'm sorry. I still … didn't … didn't do anything …"
The ancestor's sword was raised again. Nangong Si slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, just as he was about to be killed, he saw Nangong Zhangying turn his neck. With difficulty, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth. "You … are … called … Nangong … Si?"
Nangong Si suddenly trembled. He said hoarsely, "Grand Leader?! You, you have consciousness? You … can you understand what I'm saying?! "
Mo Ran could not hear the rest of the sentence clearly. However, everyone could see that Nangong Zhangying's hand suddenly slowed down. His lips moved slightly. It was obvious that he was talking to Nangong Si.
"I … shouldn't … fight … with … you …"
Nangong Zhangying's sword was still hanging in the air. However, his throat was intermittently making very soft sounds.
"My heart still has … memories of the past … Before I died, I was worried that there would be changes in the future …" He had just recovered his consciousness. His words were not clear. He said hoarsely, "I didn't expect … that there would be such a day."
Nangong Zhangying paused for a moment. He continued, "Nangong … Si. Later … after I … after I finish chanting the incantation … you immediately … take away the bow and arrow … I … "
Bow and arrow?
What bow and arrow?
Nangong Si's mind was buzzing. He did not react for a moment. However, Nangong Zhangying had already turned his long sword. With a whoosh, it scraped against the ground. He let out a long roar like a dragon's cry. Then, he moved back a few feet. His clothes fluttered in the wind. He looked like a banished immortal.
Nangong Zhangying was trembling. At this moment, he was barely able to free his lips and tongue from the spell caster's control. Every word he said required a lot of energy.
"Piercing, Cloud, Summon."
After he said this sentence word by word, a clear and melodious cry suddenly came from the heart of Flood Dragon Mountain. The ground in front of Nangong Si suddenly split open. Amidst the rolling sand and sand, a deep blue horn bow continuously rang out, illuminating the endless night.
Everyone was frightened. Even someone as cold as Chu Wanning slightly changed his expression.
The legendary divine weapon that accompanied the first Sect Master of the Confucian Wind Sect —
Piercing Cloud!
"Quickly, take it away!" Nangong Zhangying said hoarsely. His hands trembled violently, as if he was resisting an invisible spider web. He did his best to not go forward and take his divine bow, Piercing Cloud. "Piercing Cloud Arrow, can burn flesh and blood … burn."
Nangong Si actually already understood what he meant. However, this stimulation was too great. He could not believe it. So he opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "Burn what?"
"Me!" Nangong Zhangying suddenly roared in anger.
"Grand Sect Master!"
"Don't let my corpse … do … the thing … that I hated … the most … when I was alive." Nangong Zhangying stood tall and straight, his robes fluttering in the wind. He left behind his last word after a hundred years, "Burn."
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