Chapter 212: [Dragon Mountain] Tai Pali

"Don't go backwards all go backwards to the foot of the hill"

There was a loud cry, and the crowd looked back to see Mo Ran sweeping up in black, a female corpse in pursuit behind him, a horrible howl coming from her mouth.

Xue Zhengyong exclaimed, " Mo Ran, what's going on?"

"Stand back, all of you." Mo Ran's dark brow, his eyes sheathed in bayonets, shouted at Nangong Si, "Nangong, drop the soul-repelling stone in front of you."

Nangong Si immediately rushed further up to the mass grave of the Confucianism School's senior disciples above the mass grave of the souls of the faithful, where a long wall was erected between the two mass graves to prevent future generations from being affected.

He ran, followed by Ye Wangxi, but before he could reach the wall, Nangong Si's pace came to a sudden halt.

At first glance, it looked as if the Confucianism School had not yet been exterminated and a group of heroic Confucianism disciples had come marching down the path.

But Nangong Si knew it wasn't right.

Ye Wangxi is also clear.

One difference between these disciples of Confucianism and those they had spent time with was that each of them had a green ribbon embroidered with the shadow of a crane in front of their eyes.

It looks like a very small difference, but everyone in the Nangong family understands what it means and that a living person would never wear this ribbon. It is a mourning token given to Confucianism School students before they are buried, signifying that their eyes are covered with auspicious clouds and that they are going to be buried in the west.

All the dead from the Confucianism School are coming down the hill

Nangong Si took a step back and raised his hand, subconsciously stopping Ye Wangxi.

He didn't turn around, just whispered, "You go down."

""

"Go down and tell Patriarch Mo that it is too late." Nangong Si took a deep breath and spat out the words with a slight shudder, " All the high ranking disciples of the Confucianism School, who have all risen from their corpses, are being forced down the mountain."

"And what about you?"

"I'll hold them off for a while, you hurry." Nangong Si turned his face slightly sideways and said to Ye Wangxi, "Tell them to retreat as far as they can to the foot of the hill first, and when they get there, you send out the fuse fire and I will come down immediately."

Ye Wangxi pressed her lips together, knowing full well that there was no turning back, and the last thing she could do was to take off her own arrow pouch and toss it to Nangong Si, saying in a deep voice, "Take it. You don't always remember to take more."

By the time she reached the hillside, a fierce battle was already underway, the bodies of the servants of the School of Confucianism lurking in ambush, behind rocks and anywhere else they could hide, poured out like locusts at the oncoming monks. The corpses, all dressed in their birthday suits and pale as white, were stirred up among the monks in their various outfits like waves of snow, a spectacular sight from afar, but one that came at too great a price, as Dragon Mountain was in a state of wailing and shouting.

Ye Wangxi caught a glimpse of several coffins that had been blown open by spiritual power during the fierce battle, containing only clothes and a roughly human form, and her righteous father, like a cunning rabbit, had left them a calm and untouched "Mound of Loyalty", but in fact had already summoned the corpses inside the mound and hidden them in the shadows, only to wait for them to reach the highest point and mobilize the "Mound of High Ranking Disciples" ahead of them. The "Mound of High-ranking Disciples", the front to kill and the rear to attack.

He has laid the net and they are the fish in it.

Ye Wangxi finds Mo Ran in the melee: "The Master of Ink"

Mo Ran was struggling with five corpses when he heard Ye Wangxi's voice and he looked up sharply, distraught, "What?"

Before the word "kind" could be uttered, the answer was known when I saw Ye Wangxi's face.

Mo Ran cursed, but at that moment a zombie bit him on the arm, and when he couldn't shake it off, he simply put his hand into the zombie's mouth, and with a fierce look in his eyes and a strong hand, he tore out the zombie's slippery tongue.

"Ow."

The zombie could no longer bite him and fell to the ground as he back-elbowed him in the chest.

Mo Ran's dark eyes were terrifyingly bright and fierce, and when she looked at Ye Wangxi again, she shuddered. But she immediately steadied herself and said, "Si told you to retreat as quickly as possible and wait for him at the foot of the hill."

Mo Ran nodded and the amplification spell instantly carried his voice across the entire field of melee.

"Don't get attached to the battle, all head for the foot of the hill, all retreat to the foot of the hill."

Huang Xiaoyue was furious: "We were prepared to fight Xu Shuanglin to the death, and this scene before us was all predicted.

Mo Ran didn't care about him at all, people die for money and birds die for food, Huang Xiaoyue wanted to rush to the top of the mountain so that he could touch the exotic treasures hidden in the Confucianism School's temple and heavenly palace, that was the old man's own business, he still repeated in a stern voice: "All those who don't want to die go down the mountain and go down now! "

Although these servant corpses were not strong in battle, they were not the unarmed civilian corpses on Phoenix Mountain, and there were so many of them that they did not fear pain, and they came up one after another.

Huang Xiaoyue, of course, followed suit, knowing that he would never be able to kill his way to the summit on his own.

But he blew his beard and laughed coldly, "Master Mo, this is great, you are the one who said you would come to Dragon Mountain, and you are the one who told us to retreat halfway through the fight, you are really capable, what should we do now or should you take the lead and we will follow you and exit the boundary in silence"

In his last life, he would not have been good enough for the Fairy Tramper emperor and he would have been too dirty to kill him.

But Mo Ran could have chosen to ignore him altogether.

Huang Xiaoyue was about to say more when he saw a cloud of smoke rising in front of him, and there was Nangong Si riding Nao Baijin, a demon wolf that had reincarnated itself, and was speeding along like the wind. "Oh no, we've been trapped!"

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and thought, "This old thing has finally reacted and knows that this is an ambush laid by Xu Shuanglin, not too stupid.

However, the second half of Huang Xiaoyue's sentence reads: "How dare Nangong Si gather the remnants of the Confucianism School at Dragon Mountain to take on the rest of the sects?"

Mo Ran :""

Nangong Si leaned over the demon wolf and raced away, Nao Baijin as fast as an arrow, leaving the pursuing corpses farther and farther behind him. It was only then that Huang Xiaoyue realised he had misunderstood him, but instead of feeling guilty, he stared wide-eyed at the tidal line of zombies approaching them, his throat twitching.

Nangong Si rushed into the crowd and leapt off the demon wolf, shoving the arrow pouch into Ye Wangxi's arms and gasping, "There are still arrows left, so return them to you first, and you take everyone and evacuate backwards."

Ye Wangxi was relieved to hear the first half of the sentence, but the second half made her look up sharply and stare at Nangong Si's face: "What are you going to do?"

"A little something."

As Huang Xiaoyue watched the senior disciples of the Confucianism School get closer and closer, seeing that he was about to fight these Confucianism School heroes who had died a hundred years ago, his palms sweated and he turned his head and cursed: " Nangong Si, you are a pest and your father is the same. Why do you want to lure all these monsters to our side and make us kill them for you?"

When Nangong Si didn't look at him and didn't say a word, Huang Xiaoyue became even more furious and said in a trembling voice, "Well, I finally know what you're planning to do. Si, you're so evil-minded."

Seeing him talking more and more excessively, Xue Zhengyong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help himself and frowned, "Alright, Master Huang Daoist, just cut the crap."

"Huang Xiaoyue had no regard for Lower Fairy World. Normally he would have been calm and considerate of Xue Zhengyong's face, but in this moment of crisis, he had no desire to pretend. He pointed at Nangong Si and spat, "You are indeed the son of an animal, the heart of a tiger and a wolf, and you have used so many famous men to clear the way for you.

Nangong Si :""

Huang Xiaoyue didn't stop there and howled angrily, "A man like you should have died to thank the world, but you still escaped from the corpses and you drew these beasts to us, you"

"Snap."

A very loud slap to Huang Xiaoyue's face.

Ye Wangxi, still in the same position in which she had slapped Huang Xiaoyue, shivered slightly, gasping for breath, her gaze fierce, staring at the man who had fallen in front of her.

"Bastards."

She spoke hoarsely.

"I, Confucianism, will not allow you to speak foully before the grave of heroes"

The crowd at Jiangdong Court drew their swords and pointed them at Ye Wangxi, and a middle-aged woman under Huang Xiaoyue's seat raised her eyebrows and shouted at her, "You man of the world, you dare to strike at your elders, you are the animal, the lackey of Confucianism."

She shouted and was about to come after Ye Wangxi. Mo Ran was about to help when she heard the powerful sound of a cane whip, which cracked the air.

In a blaze of gold, Chu Wanning emerges from the crowd, holding the heavenly question in his hand and narrowing his phoenix eyes.

His back is turned towards Ye Wangxi, facing Jiangdong Court.

"I said." He said, word for word, " Nangong Si is my disciple, and if you all do not wish to pass the Tianyin Pavilion trial, then if you have anything to point out, please come before me first. Argue for justice, or argue for fisticuffs."

In the dead silence, he dropped the last half of his sentence

"To the end."

The atmosphere was frozen to a standstill for a while.

Jiangdong Court is neither in nor out. If they go in, they will lose face, but if they go in, will they really be able to shake Beidou's immortal father Chu Wanning, not to mention, should they really be at war with Chu Wanning and be enemies from now on?

There the corpses are still approaching, closer and closer

Someone couldn't help himself and shouted, "Don't argue about it, what's out there first think of a way to do this ah"

"Fight?"

"Is it straightforward to fight like that? Then why retreat to the foot of the hill? What difference does it make to fighting on the hill?"

Yeah, Mo Ran can't help but wonder what the difference is

Although he understood that what Nangong Si was doing was not without purpose, as the last of the Nangong family, he must have had a plan in mind since Nangong Si had told them to retreat to the foot of the mountain.

He couldn't help but look at Nangong Si, who hadn't said a word since earlier, but suddenly noticed an indefinable glint in the man's eyes.

A light that sent shivers down his spine.

" Nangong "

He drank, but to no avail; Nangong Si had been silently reciting a forbidden incantation since before, since Huang Xiaoyue had been spitting at him while pointing his nose.

At this point, it is too late to realise.

Mo Ran, Ye Wangxi and Xue Meng were all entangled in the willow vine almost simultaneously, and were then instantly thrown out of the boundary and out of Dragon Mountain's mountain domain.

Ye Wangxi turned horrified: " Si, what are you doing?"

She tried to break in again, but Nangong Si raised his hand and, with a sharp wave, the two tomb gods rose with heavy steps, their stone dust falling from their bodies, and they raised their left and right hands against each other, and in a flash a new translucent boundary enveloped the whole of Dragon's Pass, blocking the way for everyone to enter.

Nangong Si stands alone in front of the boundary, facing the tide of a thousand corpses, his back to all those behind it.

He said, "Dragon Mountain has a vine, which is made of dragon's sinews, and can pull all things into the ground. But you cannot be in it. As long as you do not have the blood of the Nangong family in your veins, if I perform this formation, the vine of dragon tendons will pull you all into the earth and bury you alive, regardless of your enemies."

Ye Wangxi was furious with grief, angry with rage, "Nangong Si, do you know that you are a human being", she hammered, but could only shout at him from outside the boundary, "Nangong Si".

"Why are you alone." Nangong Si turned half his face sideways, "Don't I have you?"

""

Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, he actually grinned.

It was a smile that had not appeared on his face since the destruction of the Confucianism School, soaring and untamed, wild and fiery, as if all the years of enthusiasm had returned to his face, in a pair of bright eyes, at will.

Nangong Si smiled at her, sideways and with his sword in his hand, as he had done when he and Ye Wangxi had first entered the Trial of Illusions all those years ago.

"But you girls are really useless, in the end, you still need me to protect you."

With that, he turned around and walked with great strides towards the rolling tide of corpses.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Stop.

Nangong Si thrust his sword into the earth, untied the gauze from his hand and slashed hard along the sharp edge of the sword.

The blood rolled down the sword's grooves and flowed into the wet earth of Dragon Mountain.

Nangong Si's eyes are cool and clear, looking straight ahead, unafraid.

He did not know that at this moment, in the eyes of Mo Ran, who was standing outside the boundary, his figure was overlapping with that of Ye Wangxi, who had died in his previous life and never surrendered, and finally became one and the same person, never to be separated again.

"Blood sacrifice to Cang dragon, gaining tendons and bones." Nangong Si said, "Formation open."

Countless vines broke out from beneath the cracked ground, and all of a sudden sand and mud fell down. The vines were completely different from the ones that had trapped and thrown them out. It could even be described as a thick vein, rising from the depths of Dragon Mountain and instantly attaching itself to every body under the control of the Zhenlong Bureau.

Nangong Si's hand was shaking slightly as he drove more than a thousand dragon tendons out of the earth with his own strength, and in an instant he had expended a great deal of spiritual energy.

"Sink no."

His face was white and trembling, and he gave the final order.

The thousands of dragon tendons then began to pull the corpses viciously into the ground, but the zombies were obviously not going to sit still either, all hissing, snarling and struggling as hard as they could.

Nangong Si was sharing spiritual power with the dragon tendons at this time, and as these thousands of zombies were pushing and writhing, he had to squeeze out more power, sacrificing it into the ground through blood, urging the dragon tendons to pull the corpses downwards with even more force.

Ankles, calves and thighs

The zombies all over the mountain were howling, their necks drawn and their mouths drooling.

Nangong Si gasping for air, thighs still thighs

He could feel his spiritual energy nearly depleted, yet he had not yet sunk all those zombies to the bottom of the earth, and they were still writhing angrily, supporting themselves with their hands, trying to break free.

More, to the waist at least

This is the only way to untie the boundary and let the people outside in so that these zombies don't break free all at once and turn the situation around in an instant.

At least

A little more

Spiritual energy is depleted and turned to consume overdrawn spiritual cores.

Nangong Si felt a dull pain in his heart, and his already raging and chapped nucleus shuddered slightly in his chest.

A little more.

Waist

It's good that they're all extremely hard to move, but not the most solid, the zombies will have more force than when they're alive, buried here, and may still storm up and break through.

A little more

"Nangong Si felt a dizzy spell before his eyes and could not support himself as he fell to his knees, vomiting out a mouthful of blood that soaked the black earth with drops.

Nangong Si raised his eyes shakily, and in the shifting shadows he saw the corpses being dragged deeper by the fierce dragon tendons, almost buried in their chests.

These monsters can't move for now.

Nangong Si's lips are bloodshot and he smiles.

He heard Ye Wangxi shouting from outside, "Si, that's enough, open the knot.

Xue Zhengyong is also shouting, "Open the boundary, Nangong, we're here to help you."

" Nangong, open the boundary, open the boundary"

Gradually more and more people are shouting, and in this world, not all of them are without conscience.

Nangong Si smiled and laughed, and Confucianism, who had suffered so much after the destruction of his family without crying, suddenly rolled into tears at that very moment.

He choked back a sob and murmured hoarsely, "I know, it's on and it's off"

He lifted a trembling hand and prepared to remove the Dragon Mountain boundary that was blocking the crowd. However, the ground suddenly trembled and then began to shake slightly

Nangong Si, obviously aware of it, jerked his head, then looked up at the scene before him with a look of disbelief.

The dragon tendons, which had been dragging the zombies deeper into the earth on his command, suddenly let go and wrapped themselves around the bodies' chests and backs, pulling them up one by one, out of the earth.

"Impossible," Nangong Si said blankly, "it's impossible."

How could Dragon Mountain disobey its master's orders?

Even if Xu Shuanglin had ordered the opposite, these dragon tendrils would never have obeyed again, for to the demonic dragon spirits that lie dormant here, the descendants of the Nangong family are all the same.

If two Nangong descendants, each giving the opposite order to Dragon Mountain, Dragon Mountain will simply stop its current actions, help no one and turn neutral.

unless

Nangong Si got goose bumps as he thought of someone.

The thought sent shivers down his spine and the pain in his heart seemed even greater than before as he gasped and slowly looked up, as he followed the long, endless Hanbai steps, along the dense tide of corpses, towards the very top.

A man with a handsome, majestic face and a tall, erect figure is walking slowly down the long steps.

He was draped in a luxurious brocade robe embroidered with a dragon swallowing the sun and moon and a sea of clouds turning over, and with every step he took, the gold and silver threads molten into the material emitted a lustre like water, floating and brimming in the moonlight.

Above the bridge of his high nose, a silk ribbon, worn only by the dead of the School of Confucianism, is tied squarely over his eyes, but it is not green, but black. Nor is it embroidered with a crane, but with a pale dragon of flaming lightning and strong claws.

Nangong Si's face was already as white as paper as he stared at the man who, step by step, had descended the steps with aplomb, his eyes widening in disbelief as he murmured, "How? How is it possible, Master Tai?"

The moonlight peeks out from the foliage, illuminating the man's handsome, knife-sharp, well-defined face.

It's him.

The only person in the world who could make Dragon Mountain defy the orders of the heir of the Nangong family, who could subdue the demon dragon, who could subdue the ancient beast "Gun" under the tower and who started the first great immortal sect in the centuries.

He was the first great master of the world hundreds of years ago, the first person to give up his ascension into the gates of the heavenly realm while still alive in order to tide over the suffering of the red earth, and the first head of the Confucianism School

Nangong Changying