Three hundred and sixty-four: The sects deadly feud can be avenged by Nandu!
All the female disciples want to kill me. Three hundred and sixty-four sects have a deadly feud, and Nandu can avenge it!
Nandu.
In the sky above Qiandi Tomb, there are two middle-aged men standing on the same mountain ridge.
The mountain crest is not too steep, but the aura condensation all over the sky is like falling snow, making people feel trembling when walking on it.
"Sir, you still chose to stand against me after all."
"..."
Nanhuang looked at the man dozens of miles away with a faint look in his eyes and sighed softly.
The sturdy man in Confucian robes was silent, looking at the vision of heaven and earth caused by Dong Huang and Ji Ru Qinglong in the sky, looking at the Wenxian Mountain where the fight had turned into a sea of blood and ravines, and said to himself:
"Even yesterday, my disciples were trying to persuade me, 'Teacher, the way of heaven is gone and the road to immortality is about to end. You should think carefully about it. Even if you cannot accept it, you should remain neutral and wait for the result.'"
"If you think about it carefully, we have been working together since the Great Desolation, and we have been working together for nearly ten years now. It is really not a short period of time."
"..."
As his words fell, chess pieces gradually surrounded him.
He stretched out his hand to touch the sunspots, chuckled, and then said:
"We have never fought against each other in these ten years. My attitude is very clear. Even if it cannot change the final result, I still have to stop it and give it a try."
"..."
Nanhuang's lips trembled slightly, looked at the Confucian sage, and asked again:
"Sir, now that the situation is over, what's the use of your persistence?"
"Standing on my side, I can give you everything you pursue when the way of heaven awakens."
A slight smile appeared on the corner of the Confucian sage's mouth, as if with a bit of sarcasm, and he said calmly:
"Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don't know me tell me what I want."
"I want a way to ascend, have you given it to me?"
Nanhuang was silent for a moment, looked at the chessboard filled with stars, exhaled a breath of mist, and smiled faintly:
"Sir, you are no longer my opponent. I really don't understand, what is the point of being so persistent?"
"I have been planning for today for I don't know how many years. Anyway, since Mr. insists..."
boom--
A loud noise resounded throughout the sky!
This was a real majestic thunder, and with the roar of thunder, the Qi around Nanhuang became more and more intense.
The Heavenly Stone hidden deep in the ground shone brightly, and in an instant countless torrents of spiritual energy rushed toward him crazily. Under the thunder, it was like a heavenly disaster!
This was a horizontal thunder, with a stern force, and it crashed towards the heaven and earth chessboard left by the Confucian Sage.
This is the true power that the Stone of Heaven now feeds back to the Southern Emperor.
Hundreds of miles away, the sky and the sky shattered, causing everyone in the world to feel heartbroken. The earth wavered violently, and the tomb of the Thousand Emperors instantly shattered, annihilated, and turned into ruins...
The unparalleled pressure made the entire Nandu tremble!
Ji Nanjue, who was fighting against Ji Ruqinglong, had a hint of bitterness and despair on his lips.
she knows.
Nanhuang succeeded.
——At this moment, he is Mahayana!
The dragon robes around Nan Huang were surging, and he stood just above the candle dragon. No force could compete with it. He laughed loudly, looking up to the sky and shouting:
"All struggle is in vain!"
"Under Mahayana, do you have any chance of winning?"
This is the power of Mahayana, breaking apart on the collapsed earth!
On the Wenxian Mountain, all the monks looked at the sky thunder with pale faces. It was just the aftermath that tore the entire Wenxian Mountain into two halves.
It was also at this moment that the hearts of all the monks were shaking, as if the end of the world was coming, and all living beings were trembling!
This is the power of the Mahayana, even though it is only a trace of the power of the Mahayana.
Is this the catastrophe of the twenty-one monks?
"help me......"
"I don't want to die!
"
The fear from the soul made all the monks close their eyes in despair, waiting for the end to come.
The Confucian sage, who had not taken action personally for who knows how many years, took a step forward, looked at the brilliant thunder in front of him calmly, stretched out his hand to hold the piece, and the chessboard of heaven and earth was instantly turned upside down, and then transformed into chaos, with one black and one white.
The big fish kept spinning.
It seems virtual and real, and its form is ethereal.
The two big fish of yin and yang surrounded the palm of the Confucian sage and slowly rotated, forming a large shield in an instant!
Panicking, the sky thunder crashed into the "big shield".
The silent breath spreads between the heaven and the earth, like a flood that has opened its gates, sweeping towards the entire southern capital in an instant.
The world between heaven and earth was filled with vastness. Except for the Hedao monks, everyone else lost their minds in an instant, with only a white light left in front of their eyes!
When the smoke and dust dispersed, the Confucian saint's face suddenly turned pale, his sleeves trembled with difficulty, and everything around him seemed to have turned into a picture scroll!
That is a picture of heaven and earth!
And a profound mark was left on the picture.
"Pfft——"
A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, stood up slowly, and looked solemnly at Nanhuang above the sky.
Nanhuang's casual attack was blocked by him without reservation.
"Sir, you are old."
Nanhuang stepped forward and he said the word 'old' very hard!
The Confucian sage had an expressionless face. He waved his hands, and the chess pieces filled with stars were placed in front of him again. His palms were lightly touched, as if a sword had been passed, bringing out the flow of black and white energy.
"The body and bones are still strong enough."
"And you...are not really Mahayana."
Nanhuang laughed, countless wrinkles appeared on his skin, and his whole person seemed to have aged several times in an instant, with a mysterious aura visible to the naked eye flowing throughout his body:
"Sir, let's wait and see."
boom--
There is blood everywhere and fighting everywhere!
One by one, the men in black uniformly rushed forward desperately, their eyes full of fiery color, and the violent aura surging around them, and they shouted:
"You guys still won't take action?"
"Your Majesty has ascended to the Mahayana, and the way of heaven is about to return. This is the last glory for those of us who repair the sky!
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"Mending the sky!
"
A man in black robe roared angrily, holding a big sword in his hand, and rushed towards the monks desperately.
“Mending the sky!
"
Roar--
The roar was mixed with the bright red that filled the sky, and the energy of returning to the void was running through the world desperately, crushing all the creatures in front of it.
"Chi——"
The huge sword light instantly cut off the monk standing in front of him!
The chest was penetrated, and a big bloody hole was just translucent. With the unwilling look in the eyes of the monk who returned to the void, blood spurted out in waves.
"kill!
"
However, the next moment, the head and neck of the man in black separated instantly, and rolled down to the ground.
Shan Wulan pushed the corpse away with an indifferent expression, letting the spray of blood fall on her cheeks, staining her white hair, making her look a bit more cold and bloody.
Shan Wuque's back was turned to her, and the two of them were guarding the nearly one hundred disciples of the Sword Sect like this!
At this moment, everyone exploded!
It is related to the future life and death of the twenty-one states. How can the elders of Wan Zong, who are the backbone of the force, not show what they can do?
Even the eyes of the Buddhist people are full of murderous intent!
"Everyone, the sect has been destroyed, what do we still have left?"
"The Southern Emperor cut off the path to immortality for our monks, and also cut off the glory of our monks in this life."
"What a great cause, it will be in vain after death!"
Daozong Tongxiu held Fuchen in his hand, his face stained with blood, and his eyes stared straight at everything in front of him!
Behind him stood all the elders and deacons of all sects. His face was shrinking tightly because of his anger, and he spoke word by word:
“Revenge for the sect!
The body can be destroyed, but the heart will last forever. On the Wenxian Mountain, the strongest ridges of the Twenty-one Prefectures will be buried!"
"..."
At this moment, no one among the elders of Wan Zong was more selfish, and all their strength was revealed at this moment!
The clouds are thick and the thunder is rolling.
Beyond the clouds, there is the winding candle dragon. It is roaring, and the dragon's mouth is pouring out blazing flames, burning this world like purgatory.
"ah--"
A desperate scream was heard, and from the sky, a ferocious cane burned firmly on the back of Yuan Zong's Hedao monk.
Blood spattered instantly, and the bones of his spine cracked in an instant.
"You should die for me too!
"
An elder of Yuanzong laughed crazily. The dust in his hand set off a rainbow of seven colors. The light illuminated the remains of Wenxian Mountain that was broken into two halves. He let the spear penetrate his abdominal cavity and lowered it.
In an instant, the dust in your hands fell instantly.
Cut off the arm of the person in front of me and crush his bones.
"If Yuan Zong is gone, what's the point of Lin being alive!?"
"Die to me!"
"traitor!
"
At this moment, he felt no pain and no fear in his heart.
It seems to have returned to the era after the Great Wilderness and Catastrophe, where there was fighting and plundering everywhere.
The monks at that time lived a life of licking blood from the tip of a knife every day, and they lived a heavy and depressing life!
He burned the man in black in front of him, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and he fell heavily to the ground after losing too much blood. No one helped him.
Fierce fighting was going on everywhere. At this moment, the monks in Nandu could only feel the unspeakable oppression, as if the sky and mountains had fallen into their hearts, extremely heavy!
He closed his eyes and murmured:
"I really want to drink a bowl of egg drop porridge..."
boom--
A man in black fell from the sky, bringing with him a group of stars that were nearly hundreds of feet tall and crashed down,
His bones were buried in an instant, and blood rose into the sky, dyeing the colorless sky here red.
"kill!
"
The sunlight dimmed, obscured by the scarlet color of the sky.
All the people in Nandu City knelt on the ground, feeling extremely frightened.
Is the immortal angry?
Yes, Nandu is trembling.
...
...
Su Bei stared blankly at the people in front of him, a little confused.
He knew this day would come, but why did this bloody disaster happen so far in advance?
Liu Meng noticed Su Bei's shock, cleared his throat, and told everything he knew.
Su Bei said nothing, clenched his palms tightly and bit his lips.
Finally, he took a deep breath, looked at the person in front of him, and said:
"Where is the Snow State Sword Sect?"
Everyone shook their heads. To be honest, they didn't know exactly which sects had been wiped out now. Apart from those who went out to do missions, those who escaped from the sects were scattered around. Now that they were gathered together, they could Just a little breather.
Su Bei's heart was a little flustered, and he tried his best to calm down his heart.
Nandu!
Jian Zong is in danger!
His eyes changed and he suddenly said:
"Which one of you is from the Xingyue Sect?"
A woman quickly stood up, walked towards Su Bei, and said:
"Elder Su, the little girl is from the Xingyue Sect."
"..."
Su Bei nodded, and then asked:
"Is there a Red Pavilion in Nanli City?"
He needed to find Hongge, and it would be better if he could find the peony under Yu Hongxiu's hand.
Although I only got a few words, it is not difficult to get some useful information from their mouths. Those men in black who attacked various sects at night may make a comeback, and they may be gathering in the direction of Nandu!
If they are allowed to gather in Nandu, even if the saint comes out of seclusion, it will be too late!
The woman nodded quickly in response, and then said:
"some!"
"The status of the Red Pavilion in Nanli City is relatively high in the Xingyue Sect. The little girl is preparing to go there."
Su Bei took a deep breath. He must find Yu Hongxiu now, and then asked her to order her Peony soldiers to do their best to gather the monks scattered across the twenty-one states and go to Nandu to rescue them.
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Those men in black were only successful through night attacks. If they faced off head-on, they might not be able to defeat each sect!
"Take Su to the Red Pavilion!"
"You Hong Pavilion must have a way to contact Yu Hongxiu."
"..."
The Xingyue Sect woman nodded quickly.
Then Su Bei leaned on Concubine Huang's shoulders, slowly stood up, looked at the monks, and said:
"Su is willing to save your sect!"
"Then are you willing to lend a helping hand to Su?"
"..."
Everyone looked at each other, and although they hesitated a little, they still nodded, looking at their noses, noses, and hearts, and stood with their hands down.
Su Bei's face showed neither joy nor sadness, and his lips trembled slightly.
After a long time, Su Bei closed his palms again and clenched his fist so hard that his finger joints turned slightly white.
"From now on, please be sure to bring the news to any monks you meet on the road, whether they are willing or not!"
"Nandu! I still have the last legacy of the Ten Thousand Sects of my twenty-one states!"
"The sect's deadly feud can be avenged by Nandu!"
"..."
The monks suddenly raised their heads, their eyes shining with light.
"The way of heaven owes twenty-one states a reason."
Su Bei glanced at the woman in the Red Pavilion, turned around, let Concubine Huang support her, and said softly:
"lead the way."
...
"We've arrived at Nanli City."
The lights in Nanli City were brightly lit at night, and normal life had not been affected by the changes in the sects in the twenty-one states.
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The sound of footsteps tapping, tapping, tapping echoed on the street.