Chapter 164: The Master Kills His Apprentice

In response, a huge skeletal foot suddenly emerged from the molten stream, its nails alone as wide as a cart wheel, which landed in the lake and filled it halfway, followed by another foot, breaking countless orange trees on the shore.

A huge skeleton roared out of the crack in the sky, turning its stiff skull, howling to the heavens, and then slamming down on the shore with a sharpened axe in chains.

The huge axe sinks into the earth, sending waves of heat, tumbling mud and rocks, and breaking grass.

The place where Xue Meng was standing was about to cave in when a blue light suddenly appeared, and it was Nan Gongliu with two swords in his hands, wielding all his aura against it. There was a loud bang as the two forces collided and the earth and broken wood exploded. Xu Shuanglin, who was supporting the water boundary, barked, "Hit him between the ribs, you see?"

"I see." Nan Gongliu gritted his teeth and, in his usual submissive manner, attacked the skeleton's chest and ribs. When Mo Ran looked, he saw a flame burning in the skeleton's chest, and in the flame was a humanoid figure in a sling. He tried to get a better look, but was unable to do so because of the flashes of fire from the fight between the skeleton and Nan Gongliu.

Nan Gongliu had gone to great lengths to summon this god of evil from hell, so it was only understandable that it should be ordered to wreak havoc on earth. But now Nan Gongliu seems to have given up his life to fight this thing to the death.

This is so strange.

But Mo Ran didn't have time to think about it, Xue Meng and the others were still standing, and if they continued to fight like this, they might be affected. Dozens of red willow vines swarmed from all sides, wrapping up the pieces on the shore and retreating to the periphery.

"Nice, you used it well."

Chu Wanning's words of affirmation warmed Mo Ran's chest, and at that moment, with the people he loved close by and the people he wanted to protect under Shenwu's damned protection, Mo Ran's mind was much more settled as he watched them fight.

He found that although Nan Gongliu's attack spells were not up to par, his dodge and defence were both first class, and he wondered if he hadn't grown up with a preference for this type of spell.

Nan Gongliu walked higher and higher along its skeleton, his robe flapping, the bright red tassels of his hat flying as he stood on the skeleton's chest and ribs, and through the white bone, he could see the man hanging from the skeleton's heart

His glittering eyes stormed with blood in the depths of his cocked hat as he bellowed with rage and ecstasy and hissed, "I have found it"

Wrapped in the flames was a man with his eyes tightly closed, thin and fragile, with no distinguishing features, a face that was easily forgotten.

Nan Gongliu kept muttering, almost maniacally, "I found it, I found it haha, hahahahahaha I found you I found you"

He lifted the blue-lighting sword in his hand and thrust it towards the core of the giant skeleton, the sleeping man

At that very moment, the deadly silent man suddenly looked up and opened his eyes with a start. But Nan Gongliu was so close to the man that he was almost caught off guard when he met him eye to eye. Nan Gongliu only had time to see the pupils in those round, canine-like eyes go red and tears of blood flowing out of them, and then he felt a sharp pain tearing through his body.

With a cry of "Ah!", he fell straight down from the sky to the ground.

Xu Shuanglin came quickly, his bare feet stamping on the ground: "What are you doing looking at him? Didn't I tell you that when you look at him, you will feel the suffering of his soul?"

Halfway through his sentence, Nan Gongliu staggers to his feet from the ground, his hat falling off, revealing a loose bun and a pair of frightened eyes beneath his dishevelled hair.

"Ahhhh."

The moonlight shone unobstructed on his face and his fingers spasmed and he tried to cover his face in great pain, but it was no use, all the skin exposed to the moonlit night rapidly began to crack and burst open, reeling out bright red flesh and blood flowing uncontrollably downwards.

"Ah."

Nan Gongliu screamed furiously and tried to cover his face with his sleeves, but this caused his hands and small arms to be exposed in a panic, and the flesh there began to tear rapidly, splattered with blood.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning watched from afar, both incredulous... what happened to Nan Gongliu?

Can't he see the moonlight directly?

Xu Shuanglin took off his outer robe and threw it over Nan Gongliu's face, covering him tightly, while he stood in the winter night with only a white blouse, not feeling the slightest chill. When he saw Nan Gongliu sitting on the ground as soft as a sieve, he was so angry that he picked up his bare feet and kicked him in the head: "Why are you sitting there? "

But Nan Gongliu, that lousy snacker, sat on the floor with a snotty nose and tears in his eyes and cried: "I'm in pain, I'm worse than dead, I'm really worse than dead, I've got blood on my face and hands, I can't stand it anymore.

"I'll take your place, I'll take your place, I'll take your place in everything" Xu Shuanglin was furious and kicked him in the face again, "Why don't you just give me the position of Sect Leader and let me take your place?"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Nan Gongliu was kicked to the ground and growled, "Do you think I don't want to? I'm tired of being a curse left by Luo Fenghua. I just hate that I can't take this ring off my finger."

"Luo Fenghua," Mo Ran whispered, "that name is familiar, I think I've heard it somewhere."

"That was Nan Gongliu before he was the head of the School of Confucianism." Chu Wanning listened to their conversation, his brows knitted together, "After only two years, he died of a bad illness."

Mo Ran was stunned: " The Confucianism School has been competed for generations by the sons of the Nangong family, so how could there be a headmaster whose surname is Luo and not Nangong?"

"The normal surname would be Nangong, but Luo Fenghua became the head of the School of Confucianism by usurping the throne and taking power."

After hearing Chu Wanning's comment, Mo Ran suddenly remembered that a book he had read earlier did mention this person in the history of the Confucianism School, but there was not much mention of him, and since the family history of the Confucianism School was so confusing and involved so many grudges and feuds, Mo Ran was not really interested in reading this family book. Mo Ran was not really interested in reading this family book, so he only flipped through it casually and did not delve into it.

His eyes widened slightly: " The School of Confucianism was usurped."

"Hmm. It's a shameful matter, and it involves the current master, so it's rarely mentioned these days." Chu Wanning said. Chu Wanning said, "Nan Gongliu's position as head of the school was not easy to come by. He took the Confucianism School ring on the night of his father's death, replacing Nan Gongliu as head of the school."

"Then the usurper should also be his brother and should also have the surname Nangong Ah, how come his surname is Luo."

"You hear me out." Chu Wanning watched Nan Gongliu shivering in the distance as he rose from the ground, clothed himself in the clothes Elder Shuanglin had given him, and ran once more towards the flames on the giant skeleton's chest as he continued, " Nan Gongliu's brother was so bloody and brutal that in just three months after seizing the throne, he had killed two Upper He said it was because he was a son of the Confucianism School that these two men gave him the boot in the competition at Lingshan Mountain and did not judge the winner fairly. They took all those who denounced him, dragged them to the square of the School of Confucianism and gouged out their eyes one by one. I did not see the disaster with my own eyes, but it is written that the eyes he gouged out took three wagons to carry away."

Mo Ran's heart was shuddering and he was silent.

It was only natural that he should have raised his voice and cursed, but he was in no position to do so.

In this life, Chu Wanning had no idea what Mo Ran had done in his previous life. Mo Ran had killed almost all the people of the 72 cities of the School of Confucianism for his own selfish reasons, and had tortured the lord of one of the cities for a whole year with a lingering fruit before letting him die.

In fact, during his visit to the Confucianism School, Mo Ran tried to avoid meeting the Lord of the City, with whom he had too much animosity.

He was afraid that if he saw him, he would do something else that would be heartless.

To this day, it still has a fierce nature.

And who is he to call others bloody and brutal

There Nan Gongliu stepped closer to the core of the giant skeleton, once again raising his sword towards the burning flame. The closer he got, the colder the sword glinted in his hand.

Chu Wanning says: "Luo Fenghua, as the man's teacher, was so intolerant of his atrocities that he mutinied with Nan Gongliu. They rose up one night and succeeded in ousting him from his position as head of the School of Confucianism. But Luo Fenghua, driven by power, held the trigger finger but did not hand it over to Nan Gongliu "

Mo Ran was shocked: "He wore it himself."

"Good." Chu Wanning said, "Every sect's master's token has a powerful spiritual bonus attached to it, and these tokens recognize their owners, as does the Confucianism School's ring, which belongs to whoever wears it, and unless the sect changes ownership, the only way to break it is to die."

"So Luo Fenghua died after only two years in power, was it Nan Gongliu who killed him to reclaim the throne?"

Chu Wanning shook his head: "The Confucianism School's history says that Luo Fenghua died of an illness and that Nan Gongliu regained the trigger finger after his death, but no one can say the truth. You can see that Nan Gongliu went to great lengths to lure this monster out to fight, shouting curses and so on, but I'm afraid things weren't that simple back then."

Mo Ran also felt that it couldn't be that simple, but he had one more question in mind: "What about the younger brother, Nan Gongliu's brother, what happened to him after he was ousted from power?"

"Dead." Chu Wanning said, "On the night of the mutiny, Luo Fenghua cleaned house and took the life of his own disciple with his own hands, said to have been chopped to pieces with a thousand cuts."

Mo Ran :""

He couldn't help but feel weak, thinking that if what he had done in his previous life had become known to Chu Wanning in this life, would his master also clean up the mess and chop him up into pieces as well

The skeleton instantly bared its teeth and let out an extremely painful roar, its bony palm stomping out deep craters on the ground. The golden yellow fruits rolled to the ground and were crushed again.

Amidst the treacherous scent of blood and fruit, the giant skeleton suddenly stood still and then slammed to its knees, splashing lava and turning its white bones to dust and ashes in an instant.

Nan Gongliu drew his long sword and held the man who had fallen inside the giant skeleton in his arms, saying ecstatically, "I have done it! I am free of the curse! The curse is broken!

He descended on the wind and landed on the ground, while at that very moment, a group of cultivators who had seen from afar that the situation was not right and had rushed from the Hall of Poetry and Music arrived at the edge of Ganquan Lake.

Jiang Xi, the head of Lonely Moonlit, was amazed at the sight of the flowing lava: "Infernal Earth Fire". Lonely Moonlit used the spirit powder to defend against the blazing flames of the sun.

After Jiang Xi had done this, he looked back in anger and sternly rebuked: " Nan Gongliu, what is going on"

Nan Gongliu does not answer, he holds on to the man who has been pulled out of the giant skeleton, the flames wrapped around his body have disappeared, along with the loss of strength and consciousness.

Xue Zhengyong saw Mo Ran and Chu Wanning and immediately rushed over to them, shouting anxiously, "Mo Ran, Yu Heng, are you all right?" Where is Xue Meng?

Mo Ran was busy reassuring him, " Xue Meng is fine, he is there"

Xue Zhengyong looked at where he was pointing and saw Xue Meng wrapped up in a huge vine, with only his pale face showing. Mo Ran pulled him back and said, "Uncle, he's only temporarily insane, he'll be fine in a while, he'll be safer in the vine.

Xue Zhengyong said urgently, "What the hell is going on?

Suddenly he felt something was wrong with the dead body, why did it look familiar?

It seemed like a long, long time ago, too long ago really, that he had seen this man's face

The man's features were so plain that they could easily have been submerged in the past, and Xue Zhengyong could not recall them for a moment. But he felt that something was wrong, that nothing was right. That's when he saw Nan Gongliu's face jerk up, bloodied and stained, but with a wide grin at the corners of his mouth.

Nan Gongliu was laughing, with a strange gleam in his eyes, a far cry from his usual fawning and flattering demeanour.

Among the people who came were Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si.

Nangong Si murmured, "Father"

Ye Wangxi then saw Xu Shuanglin next to him and said in dismay, "Father".

Xu Shuanglin looked at Ye Wangxi for a moment and shook his head, gesturing for her not to come over. In the fiery lava, his lapels slightly open, his loose white midriff ruffled with the wind, his face actually hung with a lazy smile, slightly lifting his chin, looking at the lively bustle before him, red lotus hell.

His bare feet hit the ground, his rounded toes moving, stamping out sparks of stars, then he lowered his head as if waiting for something, the fire reflected in his eyes like a golden-red carp swimming from a dark pool.

"Yikes."

Suddenly, a female cultivator in the crowd burst out with a cry of surprise.

Xu Shuanglin didn't look up, he just smiled. He knew what was happening, of course; he had heard the sound of chewing flesh and blood.

Behind him, Nan Gongliu wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders and, in the moonlight, he tore open the man's neck, sucking greedily at the blood juices.

After that shout, no one made a sound, no one pointed fingers, no one understood for a moment what was going on in front of them, everyone was in shock

Nan Gongliu, head of the First School of Confucianism, gnaws on a corpse in such a wretched and hideous manner

How is this possible?

"Father."

Nangong Si was the first to break down, running like a madman towards Nan Gongliu, who ran with him when Ye Wangxi couldn't hold him back.

"Father, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

"The Palm"

The clothes he had used to cover his face had long since fallen off, and the red, chapped flesh of the corpse rolled around in the moonlight, causing him more and more pain, and the more pain he felt, the more he chewed on the flesh and blood of the corpse as if it were a sweet spring, a bitter medicine, a relief he could not ask for.

Some of the monks couldn't take it anymore, and there were sounds of vomiting from the crowd, with some moaning and murmuring feebly, "How could this happen"

"Crazy Crazy"

"It's disgusting."

The moonlight moved slowly and shone on Nan Gongliu, who first bowed his head in spasms, saliva and pus flowing from the corners of his mouth, and then jerked his head up and opened his sticky, bloody mouth, shuddering and bellowing, "Ahhhhhhhhh"

The flesh and blood on his face had not healed from eating the man's body, but remained slashed in the moonlight in pieces.

He threw the corpse to the ground and stepped on it, turning around and tugging at Xu Shuanglin's lapels, hissing and snarling like a beast, "What's going on?

His meridians were bursting at the seams, his hands were trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and large teardrops were rolling down from the excruciating pain.

"He suddenly thought of something and let go of Xu Shuanglin and looked down to pull out the man's heart, "The nucleus must not be powerful enough I'll eat his nucleus nucleus nucleus nucleus nucleus "

He poked in through the sword wound in the man's chest and rubbed it uncontrollably, his hands covered in blood and near madness.

At that moment, a sharp claw pierced through his back and pierced his chest and ribs.

Blood spilled furiously

Nan Gongliu was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't reacted to what had happened, nor did she feel any pain, and just stared back in awe.

His bloodshot eyes open, he sees Xu Shuanglin look up, a smile on his clean, fresh face.

"It's a waste to eat anything for someone like you."