Sorrow and sadness kept invading Nalan Wushuang, tears flowing like springs, almost collapsing on the spot.
Nalan Wushuang has been willful since she was a child and has been punished by her grandfather a lot, but she knows it very well. Her grandfather loves her very much. Every time she gets into trouble, although her grandfather appears to be fierce, she has secretly helped clean up the mess.
In the previous Rakshasa clan, Nalan Wushuang gained a lot and matured a lot. When she came back this time, she wanted to help her grandfather share some family pressure and then be filial to him.
But I never expected that before I could give filial piety, my grandfather was gone.
Swish!
In grief, Nalan Wushuang suddenly raised her head. She locked the Prince Aotian in the air tightly, and her tone was as cold as ice: "You killed my grandfather, I want to kill you..."
"Kill me?"
Prince Aotian chuckled, his eyes full of contempt: "A fish caught dares to speak out loud. Not to mention whether you have the strength to kill me, even if there is, I am afraid you will not have this opportunity today. Even if you collude with the demons, you can't escape death."
As he said that, Prince Aotian glanced at Nalan Hongzheng's body in an understatement: "This is the end of collusion with the demon clan, this is the case for your grandfather, and so is your tribe members. But you don't need to be sad, because you will be able to go down and reunite with your grandfather soon."
The last word fell, and many Wudang disciples below shouted.
"Your Nalan family colluded with the demons, and they were evil demons and heretics, and they were not to be cherished."
"Not bad, it's worth mercy to die!"
For a time, masters of various sects also agreed.
"Nalan girl, you know the truth. Hurry up and advise your tribe members to surrender together. As long as you are willing to surrender, we will let you live a life, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."
"Yes, surrender quickly."
"There is only one opportunity. Make a decision quickly, everyone has no time to spend with you."
The screams of various middle-level masters kept coming. Nalan Wushuang's delicate body trembled faintly and she laughed in anger.
"You murderers."
With a sneer, Nalan Wushuang's eyes were filled with tears of grief and anger: "You are slaughtering my tribe members in no way, and now you want me to surrender?"
"I will not surrender. The Nalan family only has ghosts who died in battle. There are no ones who surrender."
"besides.."
Speaking of this, there was endless hatred in Nalan Wushuang's eyes: "No one of you present can escape. I will use your blood to pay tribute to the dead souls of my Nalan family. You will all die!!!"
The last sentence. Nalan Wushuang almost screamed, his voice shrill, and everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
hehe...
Seeing this situation, Prince Aotian in the air smiled indifferently and then looked around the audience: "Everyone, since this girl is stubborn, don't hesitate, eliminate the devil and protect the way, and eliminate the roots."
The last word fell, and Prince Aotian gently landed on the eaves of the hall, sat cross-legged, and began to regain his strength.
Although Nalan Wushuang brought the cavalry of the Rakshasa clan, Prince Aotian did not take it seriously at all. After all, the major sects firmly believed that the Nalan family colluded with the demon clan. When the cavalry of the Rakshasa clan really wanted to intervene, the people from each sect would naturally deal with it, and it was not his turn to take action.
Hearing this, the masters of all kinds of sects were too lazy to talk nonsense and shouted one by one.
"Yes. Eliminate the devil and protect the way, and eliminate the roots."
"That's right. There is no need to waste words when dealing with such evil demons!"
"Kill, no one is left."
The masters of various sects shouted and rushed towards Nalan Wushuang.
"You all deserve to die!"
Seeing a master of the sect rushing towards him, Nalan Wushuang's delicate face was not panicked at all, and a strong hatred flashed in his eyes. A sentence kept echoing in his mind.
They killed their grandfather and destroyed the Nalan family. They must kill them and kill them.
Buzz!
Driven by hatred, Nalan Wushuang's internal strength exploded. With a move of his jade hand, a long sword appeared in his hand, and then he went up to fight with the masters of the middle sects who rushed up.
"kill!"
At the same time, the only remaining more than 100 disciples of the Nalan family also howled and rushed into the battlefield again.