The huge Jiao Mountain returned to peace, and the blood vines disappeared, and the corpses controlled by Zhenlong's chess pieces sank into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying finally issued a death order to the dragon spirit, and even his descendants could no longer make any reversal.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, shining on the ground.

After the last arrow was shot in Nangong Si's hand, it gradually became dull because of the loss of Nangong Changying's spiritual power, and finally sunk. He dripped blood on the ground. Almost at the moment when the barrier was untied, Ye Wangxi ran over and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I'll heal your wounds..."

"Forget it, I could have been alive and jumping around, but I'll probably go to see the head of the Tai Sect." Nangong Si coughed gently, pushed Ye Wangxi away, and looked at Jiang Xi with black eyes, "President Jiang, I'll beg you..."

Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."

He is the leader of the Medicine Sect, and he is willing to help, which is naturally beyond the reach of others.

Jiang Xiyu's white fingertips were resting on Nangong Si's wrist. As soon as he touched it, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he didn't say a word, looking at each other with Nangong Si.

He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spiritual core had been shattered. From then on, it was no different from ordinary people, and he could no longer cast magic or use spiritual power.

Nangong Si himself could not be unclear about this, but Ye Wangxi was by his side, so he looked at Jiang Xi and shook his head slightly.

"How is it? Master Jiang, how about A Si?"

“…”

Jiang Xi withdrew his hand in silence, then took out a light-crcony porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Ye Wangxi: "It's not a big deal. The trauma is not in the vital points, so girls can rest assured. You should keep this medicine powder and apply it to the affected area every day. At most ten days, you will be cured."

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he condensed his spiritual power at his fingertips, and pointed several acupoints on Nangong Si's body one after another. Finally, his palm covered the sword's incision, and the blood stopped in a short while. After doing all this, Jiang Xi stood up and said to everyone: "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, or you may change, go up the mountain."

He turned around and left, but the conversation between Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si still fell into his ears behind him.

He heard Nangong Si whisper to Ye Wangxi: "It's okay, it'll be fine in a few days. Why are you crying? Alas, why have you become so useless? OK OK, aren't it just a few minor injuries..."

Jiang Xi closed her eyes.

He thought of what he said to him when Nangong Si thought his life was hanging in the barrier just now. He sighed and led his steps to the long white jade steps leading to the Heavenly Palace of the Ancestral Hall.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, you need to go through three levels, all of which need to be applied with the blood of the Nangong family to pass smoothly. However, Nangong Si no longer needs to cut his fingers and drip blood. He is already covered in wounds, and a little bit can dispel the barrier.

Going up the road, never encountered any obstacles again.

When Nangong Si smeared blood on the long eye of the white jade carved dragon, the last heavy stone sealing gate slowly and solemnly sank into the ground, and the Heavenly Palace on the top of Jiaoshan Mountain was suddenly displayed in front of everyone.

It was a divine palace surrounded by immortal spirit. There was a dense forest outside the palace gate. They were standing outside the forest, with colorful vines and gurgling water. They could see a long staircase that reached the sky far upwards, and had cultivated 9,990 levels. The steps were so high that the uppermost ancestral palace seemed to lie in the clouds, and could only see the misty shadows, emitting bright light under the influence of the moonlight, like Guanghan Palace, like Lingxiao Palace, and do not know the heaven and earth.

Almost everyone saw this ancestral temple at first sight, and was shocked by its magnificence and magical craftsmanship, and then they were angry, jealousy, greed, covetous... all kinds of different feelings surged into their hearts.

The most speechless one among them is the owner of Ma Zhuang.

He patted his forehead and whined: "My God, with such a long staircase, you can't use your sword on this Jiao Mountain. How long can you walk with your feet? This is another mountain!"

Huang Xiaoyue smiled and said, "I am not malicious, I am just a joke. In my opinion, Nangong Changying Xianchang really doesn't have to ascend. He can create such a heavenly palace. What's the difference between being in the human world and being in the sky?"

Suddenly, someone said coldly: "The Confucian Feng Sect sacrifices to the Heavenly Palace, which was built by the third-generation leader Nangong Yu. After two generations, it was completed by the fifth leader Nangong Xian. This Heavenly Palace has nothing to do with Nangong Changying."

Huang Xiaoyue: “…”

He turned around and met Chu Wanning's extremely cold face. When Mo Ran looked at this face, he knew that Chu Wanning had almost endured it. As long as he added more trouble, the old story of Caidie Zhentianwen's scam from those days would probably be repeated.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Like Huang Xian, I have no malicious advice. Before reading the book thoroughly, it is best to learn to be cautious in words and actions."

Huang Xiaoyue had always wanted face, but in front of all the younger generations, she was extremely embarrassed by Chu Wanning's unforgiving position. Her lips were stammering and she was about to say something to fight back. Suddenly, Jiang Xi said, "Huang Xiaoyue, how could Nangong Xianchang's reputation be tolerate you to joke about?"

Jiang Xi spoke, his status and position were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue's face was like earth in an instant, but she still laughed dryly: "Why should Master Jiang take it seriously? I have said it, without any malice..."

"Do I want to indulge your malice just because you said you didn't have malice?" Jiang Xi turned his eyes coldly and glanced at Huang Xiaoyue sideways. He didn't even want to give him the direct eyes, "Do I want to endure your ignorance because of your aging?"

"..." Grandmaster Chu is the master, but after all, he only has the ability and has no real power. But Jiang Xi is different. Now Gu Yueye coughs, and the cultivation world is shaking three times. Huang Xiaoyue is sweating in cold sweat and dares not say more.

Jiang Xi brushed her sleeves and entered the woods coldly, walking towards the long steps at the end of the woods. The other leaders glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with contempt or sympathy, and of course, some who completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue followed and left. The abbot of Wubei Temple also sighed, "Amitabha". If it were not for the situation, Mo Ran could have really laughed out loud.

They walked in the forest, but after a few steps, Nangong Si said "Hmm?"

Jiang Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

"Orange tree..." Nangong Si looked around and there were orange trees everywhere, with white orange flowers. "How could it be orange trees? It turns out that the ones planted here are all dragon-girl spiritual trees."

"Look at that side!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp-eyed little Xiu pointed to the spring in the distance and whispered, "There is someone there!"

Everyone followed his fingers and saw a man sitting next to the ding-dong mountain spring, beside a lush orange tree, a man was sitting with his back to them, burying his head and pounding something.

Xue Zhengyong frowned and said, "Is it a human or a ghost?"

Mo Ran said: "I'll go and have a look."

His light skills were excellent. He quickly swept over and hid in the nearby trees lightly and silently, and then walked around carefully and to the side.

He was stunned.

Because he saw the man's face clearly.

That was Nangong Si's father and the last leader of the Rufeng Sect.

——Nangong Liu.

What's going on? Didn't Nangong Liu be fed with Lingchi fruit?! He should have died of torture after 365 days of Lingchi, but why did he look intact at this moment? He is still in a good mood and is sitting next to the clear spring...

Wash a basket of oranges??

The clear spring rippled with waves, and the silver moon grinded into the spring water, illuminating Nangong Liu's face. He hummed a small song with a nearly dreamy look, drained the washed oranges one by one, and then put them in the backpack next to him.

"It's the best in my youth. I'll see all the flowers in the world."

Nangong Liu hummed gently, his sleeves rolled up, and his arms were soaked in clear water. His arms were intact and he did not swallow the mottled scars that people with Lingchi Fruit would have.

Mo Ran's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", and he could clearly sense something was wrong with Nangong Liu. This person had obviously been made into Zhenlong Chess, and the corpses in the tomb were different. Nangong Liu was obviously retained a large part of his consciousness. Just looking at his actions and behaviors, there was not much difference from a normal living person.

"How about it?"

When Xue Zhengyong saw Mo Ran go back soon, he immediately asked anxiously.

Mo Ran first glanced at Nangong Si, then whispered: "It's Nangong Liu."

Many people present had a grudge against Nangong Liu, and a monk pulled his sword on the spot: "That beast! I'll kill him now!"

Nangong Si's eyes were dim, his face was burnt and his head was silent: "..."

Mo Ran said: "There is something strange. This Nangong Liu was obviously controlled by Zhenlong's chess game, but the strange thing is that he has not had any scars on his body that have swallowed Lingchi Fruit. I think it's better not to disturb him rashly."

Chu Wanning thought about it and asked: "Can the effect of Lingchi fruit be eliminated?"

Gu Yueye is best at this kind of problem, and Hanlin Saint Hand said: "It's OK, it's more troublesome. I don't think Xu Shuanglin would have stuffed him with a lingchi fruit, and then he went through a lot of trouble to help him untie the curse of the fruit. It's completely meaningless to do this."

Jiang Xi said: "No matter what, Nangong Liu is here, Xu Shuanglin should be in the ancestral temple palace. This time we finally didn't make a trip in vain."

As he was saying this, Yu Guang suddenly saw a shadow shaking in the distance. Jiang Xi turned his head and the others followed his eyes and saw the former head of the Rufeng Sect, carrying a basket of oranges, walking out of the woods. He was still leaning on a stick in his hand, lit the ground with a light step. When he got closer, he could see that there was a bright smile on his face.

Nangong Si had already made up his mind not to look at it, but in the end he couldn't help it. He looked up at his father, and his eyelashes were shaking like fluff in the wind - he couldn't tell how he felt at this moment, hatred? Heartache? Or something else?

He didn't know that he wanted to look away, but the figure was like a fish hook, and it would never be possible to let go if it was hooked.

At this time, someone who could not control his emotions suddenly shouted: "Nangong Liu! Today I will ask you to pay for your blood debts!"

With a whoosh, the feather arrow left the string and took Nangong Liu's back head.

It was too late for the others to stop them, but fortunately the man's bowing skills were not good and he was a little bit off. The whistling long arrow pierced straight into the back basket behind Nangong Liu, and pierced through several round oranges.

Suddenly, many people cursed in their hearts. It was not good if there were too many people. There would always be a few stupid things that were messing in. But it was meaningless to care about which fool was the cold arrow that was fired by the fool. What was important was that Nangong Liu had already noticed their existence and slowly turned his head over.

Seeing so many people standing in the forest, Nangong Liu was stunned for a moment, then walked towards them, with an illusory color on his face.

He got closer and closer, and many monks had already shone the swords on his waist several inches, and his eyes were staring at him with great caution. Nangong Liu seemed to finally feel some pressure under the eyes of these thousands of gazes. He stopped a little slow and stood still among the swaying shadows of the trees.

"Everyone..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the silence was broken, and dozens of people couldn't help it. Subconsciously took a step forward, and several people even had their swords unsheathed.

Nangong Liu suddenly smiled. The smiling face was familiar to the heads of the front end of the array. This was the flattering and warm smile that Nangong Liu once faced everyone.

The Palace Master of the Snow Palace was stunned: "This..."

Several leaders looked at each other, thinking that the piece was too weird and didn't know what was sold in the gourd. At this time, they saw Nangong Liu dusting his sleeves on both sides of his clothes, rolling down his sleeves, and then kneeling on his knees and kowtowed respectfully to hundreds of monks.

"Oh, servant Nangong Liu, here is a polite person. All the guests come from afar, and there are some who are far away to welcome you, and some who are far away to welcome you--"

As he kowtowed, most of the oranges covered with baskets of oranges rolled out from behind him, sprinkling around him.

After kowtowed, Nangong Liu knelt on the ground again, put down his back basket to pick up the oranges without shame. Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, he sorted out the oranges again, and then rubbed his hands and smiled: "Dear guests, are you going to see Your Majesty?"

His Majesty?!

Mo Ran instantly got goosebumps. After all, he had been called this for nearly ten years. When he heard the word "Your Majesty", he still habitually felt that he was calling him.

The other leaders were confused. Look at me, look at you, Xue Zhengyong even smiled bitterly, but no one answered the words for a while.

Seeing that everyone ignored him, Nangong Liu scratched his head in confusion, and then asked carefully: "Hehe, dear guests, are you going to see Your Majesty?"

Jiang Xi: “…”

Nangong Liu was a little discouraged, but he still asked repeatedly: "Dear guests, are you going to see Your Majesty?"

“…”

"Everyone is precious-"

Mo Ran asked him quietly: "Who is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is Your Majesty." Nangong Liu seemed very happy to see that someone had finally paid attention to him and said, "If you want to see Your Majesty, you have to keep going up, but he is very busy, but he may not have the time to pay attention to you. He has major issues in the world to take care of."
To be continued...