Mo Ran's hand was clenched in the dark, his heartbeat was like a war drum, and the tendons and veins in his temples were twitching. He stared at everything that was tense in front of him, and there was a crazy idea in his heart that was roaring - Nangong Changying would take Nangong Si's life at any time. And is he really going to stand like this? Can he really stand like this with peace of mind?!

He was trembling, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw his strangeness. The thread of life and death in the barrier was like fine sand to absorb water, gathering all his eyes.

The sharp sword will be stained with blood at any time.

Wan Mu Se, Mo Ran held the hidden weapon in his sleeve, rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow. He wanted to do one thing, but that thing made his fear grow like wild grass...

Suddenly, Nangong Changying's body trembled.

The tremor was so obvious that everyone could see clearly.

Xue Zhengyong said in shock: "What's wrong?!"

Nangong Changying could not see Nangong Si's specific position, and the position where he raised his sword was actually a bit off. But Nangong Si could not make a sound. A little sound, a little strange flow of the wind could make Nangong Changying react.

He stared at the ancestor's face pale and stubbornly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips were covered with undry blood.

"You are...Nangong...Si?"

“!!!”

This time, let alone Xue Zhengyong, many people who stood in front and heard this sentence shivered.

——Nangong Changying is conscious?!?

Mo Ran's face also changed suddenly. A cold light flashed in his sleeves, and the hidden arrow that was about to be used was taken back by him. His back was soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

It's so dangerous... I'm almost exposed myself...

He felt lucky that he didn't have to take action, but then he felt uneasy and disgusted by the luck he had caused.

In front of this Jiao Mountain, he was fighting with the two souls of his past life, constantly biting and entangling each other, tearing each other blood and biting it into pieces.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

"Nangong...Si...Seventh..."

In the barrier, Nangong Changying's high-hanging sword was shifting little by little.

Little by little, inch by little...

Xue Zhengyong was extremely shocked: "He is really conscious?"

No, not conscious.

It is restoring consciousness and restoring the consciousness remaining in this corpse.

Mo Ran knew that Xu Shuanglin, who was hiding in a corner of Jiaoshan, was like a clumsy puppet show artist. He had never danced such a complex and huge puppet, and he was almost unable to hold on.

Nangong Changying is about to break free from him—

"brush!"

Before Mo Ran could finish his thoughts, the muffled sound that penetrated his flesh made his scalp numb and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In an instant.

Blood flowers surge!

A little silent, suddenly a twisted scream exploded in my ears, and a sword frost cold thrust straight into the periosteum - "A Si!!!"

"Miss Ye!"

"Ye Wangxi!!"

Ye Wangxi, who was almost crazy with his eyes, was afraid that she would do something extreme, but people soon discovered that she could do nothing more than this. What could she do? She was not from the Nangong family, and no matter how hard she was, she was just an outsider in front of Jiaoshan.

She couldn't get in at all.

Nangong Changying's sword ruthlessly pierced Nangong Si's shoulders and back. If he could see with his eyes, he would be afraid that a cold and ventilated hole had already opened in Nangong Si's chest at this moment.

Nangong Si froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but Changying immediately drew his sword, and blood splattered. Nangong Si, who was lying on the ground, vomited a large mouthful of blood. It was difficult to even support himself. He struggled a few times and finally fell into the soil.

I don’t know what Xu Shuanglin did, maybe he donated the power of the spirit core, or maybe he used all his consciousness to control Nangong Changying.

This body, which was about to recover its spiritual consciousness, suddenly became a puppet who was determined to kill. He was holding a sword, and blood was constantly left in the thin sword trough, dripping from the ground, rippling with moonlight, gathering into a small pool of darkness that was sunny and unstable.

Nangong Si wanted to get up from the ground again, but failed. He was in the mud and barely raised one face.

Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

He would rather Nangong Si than let people see this face, a proud, flying, and always clean and handsome face, now only blood and mud, and his facial features could hardly be seen clearly. He was so embarrassed that he could make anyone with a conscience feel sad.

Although Nangong Si's eyes were not sad.

There was still fire and light in his eyes.

Nangong Changying wanted to add another sword, but a white light came to kill him and fought with him. Nao Baijin roared and howled, and was full of murderous intent, regardless of it.

"A Si..."

Ye Wangxi was almost collapsed, and Nangong Si didn't look at her. He just stared at Jiang Xi and kept looking at her bloody lips and teeth.

He could not make too loud noise at this moment, but Jiang Xi understood the words of his lips. He held his hands in his arms, staring at Nangong Si's lips without blinking.

Nangong Si finished speaking.

Jiang Xi said: "...Okay. I know."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Another blunt sound, Naobaijin was hit by Nangong Changying with one hand. The movement of its fall was much greater than that of its owner. The huge snow-white body fell among the leaves of the trees and forests, crushing a large number of branches and leaves. Then its spiritual power could not support it. A cloud of smoke rose on the spot. Before the smoke had dissipated, a fluffy white milk dog staggered out from inside. It was less than the size of a palm of the person, and bit Nangong Changying's clothes with all his strength.

That is the juvenile prototype of Agami Platinum.

Nangong Si turned his head and coughed in a low voice, "Go, go quickly."

"Aoao wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

But its force bites Nangong Changying like a mud cow entering the sea, never returning. Nangong Changying was too lazy to pay attention to it. He moved his fingers, and the Jiaoshan was shaking. The hundreds of corpses that had been tied up by Nangong Si were instantly pulled out of the ground by the vines.

Strive to drive away the mountains.

Destroy and destroy.

Nangong Si's eyes were shining with a fierce luster, and he even pressed his hand to the ground. In an instant, his chest was painful and his spirit core was shattered!!

He used the spiritual core he had practiced for more than 20 years, and used his hard work of practicing for more than 20 years of cold winter and heat to sing with blood in his mouth, "Shenzhi!!"

crack.

He could clearly feel the core in his heart, who had been with him for twenty years, collapsed in an instant.

It is very light, like the ripples blowing through the spring lake.

It is very heavy, like broken mountains and rivers and rolling down earth and rocks.

In the end, they all turned into powder.

At that moment, Nangong Si felt a little relieved. It turned out that the spirit core was exhausted and broken. Is it like this? Although it hurts, it is not heart-wrenching.

Then, when Ah Mom died, she should not have suffered too much.

It was gone in just a moment.

The evil dragon spirit actually trembled slightly because of his sacrifice. The blood vines that were about to be released suddenly closed again and tightly clung to the zombies that were about to break out. Nangong Changying raised his chin slightly, said "Hmm?" in a low voice, then walked step by step to Nangong Si and stood.

Nangong Si couldn't walk at this time and lost the spiritual core. He was no different from ordinary people.

He could not even recall his own sword.

He gasped, raised his face, and the moonlight reflected in his eyes, and Nangong Changying's face against the moonlight.

"Taizhu..."

Nangong Changying's blindfolded ribbon was flying in the cold wind. He stood there for a while and his fingertips moved again. However, because of the sacrifice of Nangong Siling's core, the spirit of Jiaoshan could not respond immediately to the original owner's corpse's instructions. Therefore, the blood vines were still motionless, and even slowly pulled the rioting corpses and continued to calm down underground.

But Nangong Si knew that he could not hold on.

As long as Nangong Changying makes a ruthless order, Jiaoshan will definitely follow the instructions of the first master in the end, and he cannot change all this.

However, although it cannot be changed, he will still pay such a price to do it with close efforts.

Have no guilt.

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran bit his lips and teeth, and the sleeve arrow was on his fingertips again. The lines on his face were stretched to the extreme, and his hands were trembling slightly under his robe.

In the barrier, Nangong Si said: "The leader... I'm sorry, I still... nothing... I did nothing..."

The ancestor's sword was raised again, and Nangong Si was about to slowly close his eyes.

Suddenly, just as he was about to slap his neck, he saw Nangong Changying turn his neck with difficulty, squeeze out this sentence from the crack of the alveolar, "You... are called...Nanggong...Si?"

Nangong Si suddenly felt a terrifying and said hoarsely: "Taozhu?! Are you conscious? You...can you understand what I said?!"

Mo Ran could no longer hear the following sentence, but everyone could see Nangong Changying's subordinates suddenly slowing down, and their lips slightly opened and closed, obviously they were talking to Nangong Si.

"I... shouldn't... fight you..."

Nangong Changying's sword was still hanging, but his throat made a very slight sound.

"I still have my heart... my past memories... Before I died, I was worried that there would be changes in the future..." He had just recovered his spiritual consciousness, and his words were not clear, and he said hoarsely, "I didn't think about it... Is there today."

Nangong Changying paused and continued: "Nanggong...Si. In a while...after I...after I finished reciting the spell... you immediately...take the bow and arrow...I..."
To be continued...