Chapter 169: The Master, the First Forbidden Art

" Nan Gongxu "

One of the older people in the crowd, who had not yet left, reacted with a start, exclaiming, "It's him!"

"Yes Nan Gongxu"

"Isn't he already dead?"

" Luo Fenghua, who killed him with his own hands back in the day, how is he how is he still alive?"

Ye Wangxi was even more stunned, his handsome face was pale and white, his lips mumbling, half in tears, he shook his head and stepped back: "Righteous Father"

Xu Shuanglin gave Ye Wangxi a look and smiled at her, " Little Ye Zi, come to your father's side, he will not hurt you."

"Don't you ever touch her again," someone shouted, Ye Wangxi's wrist was grabbed, she looked back, Nangong Si's eyes were filled with bitterness, dripping with blood, "Ye Wangxi, you get behind me."

Xu Shuanglin laughed: "My good nephew, your temper is nothing like your father's, only like your mother's."

"You shut up you don't deserve to mention me Mother"

"How am I not worthy?" Xu Shuanglin said slowly and deliberately, "Do you know that the person you Mother used to love most was not your father at all, but me?"

""

Seeing the anger and disgust that twisted and coiled around the young man's face, the madness and bitterness that burst from his eyes, Xu Shuanglin found pleasure in it, as if he had been nourished by such bitter hatred, and could not help but laugh out loud.

"Your father destroyed my reputation and took everything from me, but so what. Confucianism School Confucianism School is still in his hands and has come to this twilight of doom. Hate me, Nangong Si, hate me, big brother hahahahahahaha. You think that poor Nan Gongxu just died thinking that I would lie in my grave and watch you all enjoy yourselves in this world of the living."

The smile tightened violently and he spat.

"Dreaming"

As he said this, he went around to Nan Gongliu, who was dying, but could not be broken, and picked up his brother's lapels as if he were a puddle of mud.

"The Confucianism School, in the hands of such a loser, is of no use to me, but as the head of the school, I have been playing me for years. When I say I want something, I get it like a dog," he smiled, patting Nan Gongliu's bloodied cheek with an affectionate smile, but with a sinister glint in his eyes, "Brother, you are a pussified coward, a wasteful snack."

Jiang Xi, the head of Lonely Moonlit, said, "Is your intention to destroy the centuries-old foundation of the Confucianism School?"

Xu Shuanglin looked back and blinked: "A hundred years of foundation is nothing. If the foundation is destroyed, we can start all over again, and if the 72 cities are burnt out, we can build them again. The only thing that hurts is when the hearts of the people die and become scattered ashes, when the wind blows, they are scattered." After a pause, he smiled brightly and said.

"I will destroy the hearts of all of you."

It was a chilling statement, not a yin or a yang, and it was accompanied by a chilling look on his face. While the others had not yet reacted, Nangong Si could no longer hold back.

His eyes burned with an endless fire of karma, filled with the smoke of despair, there was only hatred and madness in them, no desire to live. Nangong Si rolled onto his back, and before he could sit still, his shadow had already swept away.

"Nangong Si clutched the demon wolf and rode on its back, half upright, his arm open with the jade bow Mantuo, his face flashing with mad hatred, and in a moment he had fired three arrows in quick succession, stabbing Xu Shuanglin's vitals.

Xu Shuanglin laughed, " Nangong Si, you are very naughty."

He dodged two arrows and saw that he could not dodge the third, but he did not hurry, instead he grabbed his brother's limp, half-dead body and blocked the arrow.

After all, it was his own father, and even if he was unfeeling, for Nangong Si, blood was still engrained in his bones, and he couldn't help but feel his body tighten, his temples popping, his canine teeth already biting through his lips, blood all over his teeth.

"Do you still want to play with uncle?" Xu Shuanglin, however, was very affectionate and smiled, "Uncle will keep you company."

" Nan Gongxu I'll kill you"

"What's the point of shouting at a child," Xu Shuanglin said, but his hands did not slow down as he fought his nephew's moves.

It was only a few strokes, his harsh hands made almost all the surrounding cultivators look dumbfounded, and some even couldn't help but think that no wonder Nan Gongliu took over as the head of the sect, when the younger brother's mentality had to distort the spell power of the two brothers, it was simply a world of difference, the difference between clouds and mud, when the brother to the younger brother's shoes are not enough to see.

"Awesome."

" Nan Gongxu didn't he steal his brother's spells back then how did he get so good at it."

"Simply on par with the First Patriarch."

A few of those who had originally wanted to help Nangong Si to attack him had gathered their strength, and there were even those who were quick-witted enough to think that the Confucianism School's calamity could no longer be solved, so they took advantage of the chaos to turn and run away. This kind of mentality spreads from one to another extremely quickly, and in a short time, those who did not leave also ran and scattered, not even caring about those who had been made into pawns earlier and had not recovered their wisdom.

In the blink of an eye, there were few people left in the hunting woods, and Mo Ran turned his head to see that only he, Chu Wanning and Ye Wangxi had left.

No, there is Jiang Xi.

This was not to be expected. Jiang Xi is the richest man in the world, the head of Linling Island, the world's best businessman and the head of the largest sect in Xianxia, apart from the Confucianism School.

I didn't expect him to be willing to manage this thankless mess.

"Master Jiang"

A voice with a slight tremble startled Mo Ran even more, and he looked back to see that he had not noticed a moment ago that there was still a man cowering behind the orange tree, his face ashen and his lips trembling, but still holding on.

Li Wuxin

Li Wuxin, the head of the bottom school of Upper Fairy World, gulped, sweat pouring down his straw-husked face as he looked uncertainly at the few remaining men: "All together?"

Jiang Xi did not reply immediately, his gaze quickly passed over all the remaining players, and then he said decisively, "Master Li, come with me, I will save all the sleeping pawns, and you will be responsible for bringing them all to the Zhouquan place with your sword."

"Good, good, good."

"As for Master Chu and Master Mo"

Chu Wanning said, "Mo Ran, go and help Nangong Si, I will mend the rift in the sky and come to your aid immediately."

Unlike Butterfly Town's, this rift in the sky is not dangerous as there are not thousands of raging demons, but only golden-red molten streams of hell, but the tear is so huge that it would indeed be more appropriate for Chu Wanning to repair it.

With a flick of his green sleeve, Jiang Xi instantly sprinkled 10,000 dots of medicinal powder to calm their weakened state, and then turned his head sideways to Li Wuxin and said, "Thank you."

Li Wuxin nodded, and a heavy sword with a glowing turquoise light was summoned. He recited an incantation, and the sword, which could only carry two or three people, suddenly expanded by tens of feet and hung half in the air. Jiang Xi put the men onto the hilt one by one, and Xue Meng was the last to go, but Li Wuxin's weapon could not hold it any longer.

Li Wuxin said, "I can't take it with me, there are too many people, I'll wait until I come back from this trip."

Jiang Xi glanced not far away, strong people were clashing with each other, and the flow of spirits was becoming more and more formidable and terrifying, the orange trees around them were breaking down, destroying them, and it was obvious that it would soon affect this place.

He had no choice but to look down at Xue Meng with a rather disgusted look and said, "Just go your way, I'll take the rest of this loser."

After speaking, he called out in a deep voice, "Snow Phoenix, summon it."

A long silver sword with a blue glow appeared at his feet, the "Snow Phoenix" was extremely noble and delicate, with a slender hilt and exquisite ornamentation, but it was not good at carrying weight. Jiang Xi is holding the unconscious Xue Meng across his back, and remembering how he had spoken against him before, and how he was the son of Madame Wang and Xue Zhengyong, he cannot hide his disgust, and his dislike is written on his face.

Li Wuxin :""

If you look at Master Jiang, you don't think he'll be halfway to the top of the sword and throw the young master from the top of death and life down to the ground, do you?

"What are you looking at, don't go yet. Send it out early and you'll need to come back to help." Jiang Xi grimaced, "We can't really let the Confucianism School go up in smoke like this."

The two Shenwu take off in the wind, carrying the youths of the Spiritual Stream Xiwu towards the distance.

Meanwhile, Chu Wanning has sealed the last section of the Hellish Rift, and the battle between Mo Ran and Xu Shuanglin is heating up. With Mo Ran's strength and Nangong Si's determination to kill, Xu Shuanglin, despite his Tongtian dao, was unable to stand up to the two men's combined strength.

In a moment of desperation, Xu Shuanglin turned to Ye Wangxi and shouted, "Ye Zi, what are you doing standing there? You really want to see your father die at the hands of others, so come and help me."

Ye Wangxi's fingers are clenched into fists, his face is in pain, his whole body is trembling minutely, but he does not step forward, instead he steps backwards.

"Are you really going to stand by and do nothing? Have you forgotten who took you back from the orange grove as a child, raised you and gave you your name?"

"No."

Her back was still straight, and although her face was bloodshot, she did not cry out in pain like ordinary girls.

But her flesh and blood seemed to have shattered, and at this time it was as if anyone who touched her gently would have stripped the sinews and skin from her bones and crushed them into mud.

Xu Shuanglin cursed at the sight of her, but did not press her any further, instead turning his head to fight the other two more fiercely.

"Clang."

The knife in his hand suddenly emitted an ear-splitting metallic sound, and the weapon from Kunlun Snow Walk Palace could no longer hold up, breaking apart under Mo Ran's willow vine and falling to the ground.

Mo Ran Leng Ran: "What else can you fight with"

Xu Shuanglin thought that something was wrong when he suddenly heard a distant, ancient-like booming sound overhead, and looked up sharply to see that Chu Wanning had completely mended the crack in the sky, and the night sky above the hunting forest was back to its original state.

As the stars filled the sky, Chu Wanning floated down from the night sky, his dark ceremonial robe whipping in the wind, making his face white as porcelain and his eyebrows handsome.

But even though he was handsome, he could not conceal the murderous aura that was all over him.

"Shit." Xu Shuanglin gritted his teeth.

One Master Mo was already enough for him, and with another Master Chu, who in the whole Xianxia world could have fought them alone?

Xu Shuanglin took a step back, slashed his palm with the knife, squeezed out the blood, wiped a spell mark on his forehead and shouted, "How long will it take before you come to my rescue?"

He then raised his hand and grabbed the air, his nails suddenly increased by several inches, and with a poof he tore through Luo Fenghua's body lying on the surface of the lake, pulling out his spirit core and carrying it in his arms, then quickly jumped back, grabbed his half-dead brother, removed the boundary under his feet, and leapt into Ganquan Lake. and plunged straight to the bottom of the lake.

Mo Ran immediately recalled that the Shenwu "no return" was stuck at the bottom of the lake, which was used to open the hellish rift.

Xu Shuanglin, extremely well watered and barefoot, swam quickly, even with a living dead man in tow, and immediately caught the pitch-black stranger in the lake, and just as he emerged, a rift suddenly appeared in the sky once more.

Chu Wanning Low pressure on brow: "Sky Split"

He was not sure. The crack was small, only a man high, and not unlike the usual ghostly sky rift, there was no yin energy coming out of it.

Xu Shuanglin swept up with a splash, holding his brother in one hand and Bugui in the other, and swung his sword downwards with Shenwu's blade, forcing the three men who were chasing him to stumble. He took advantage of this and swung upwards, while a very beautiful hand suddenly reached out from the narrow crack and clutched Xu Shuanglin's arm.

"The Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space"

His eyes suddenly widened, and he was so calm and collected that he would not have been shocked at the sight of a Zhenlong game, but the colour of his face faded to nothing in an instant, and his sleeves and hands were balled up into fists in disbelief.

Mo Ran, on the other hand, was hit with a splash of cold water as he turned his head: "What?"

How is this possible?

This is actually the most powerful of the three forbidden arts, rumoured to be able to tear apart time and space, causing people in different time and space to reverse their fate and appear at the same time This is the forbidden of the forbidden in the Xianxia continent, which has long been lost

The Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space