Chapter 214: [Dragon Mountain] The Shattered Spirit Core

Mo Ran's hand clenched in the shadows, his heart beating like a drum, the tendons at his temples twitching as he stared at the tension in front of him, an insane thought hissing inside him that Nangong Changying could kill Nangong Si at any moment. And did he really want to stand like this? Could he really stand like this with a clear conscience?

He was trembling, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw him, and the line between life and death within the boundary had gathered all eyes like fine sand.

The sword is ready to be stained with blood.

All the trees were sluggish, Mo Ran gripped the concealed weapon in his sleeve, his fingers rubbing the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow, he wanted to do something, but that something made his fear grow like a weed

Suddenly, Nangong Changying's body trembled.

The trembling was so obvious that anyone could see it clearly.

Xue Zhengyong exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

Nangong Changying could not see Nangong Si's exact position, and his sword was actually raised a little out of position. But Nangong Si cannot make a sound, and the slightest sound, the slightest movement of the wind, can make Nangong Changying react.

He stared pale and stubbornly at his ancestor's face, pursing his lips, the corners of which were covered in undried blood.

"You are Nangong Si"

""

This time, not to mention Xue Zhengyong, many of the people standing in front of the room who heard these words shuddered.

Nangong Changying Conscious

Mo Ran's face changed, and the arrow he was about to use was withdrawn in a flash of cold light from his sleeve. His back was already soaked in cold sweat and his heart was pounding wildly.

So close to exposing myself

He felt lucky that he didn't have to do it, but then felt uneasy and sickened by the luck he had taken.

In front of Dragon Mountain, the two spirits of his past life and his present life were fighting in a dragon fight, biting and entangling each other, tearing each other to blood and flesh.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

" Nangong Si 7th "

Inside the knot, Nangong Changying's high-suspended sword is deflecting a little.

Little by little, inch by inch

Xue Zhengyong: "He's really conscious"

No, not consciously.

It is recovering to regain consciousness, to recover the consciousness that remains in this corpse.

Mo Ran knows that Xu Shuanglin, hiding somewhere on Dragon Mountain, is like a clumsy puppeteer who has never danced with such a large and intricate puppet before, and he's about to run out of steam.

Nangong Changying is about to break free of his

"Brush."

Before Mo Ran could finish his thought, the muffled sound that pierced through his flesh made his scalp tingle and his pupils shrink.

Shakti.

Blood splashes wildly

A few moments of silence, and then suddenly a hiss distorted to the extreme exploded in the ears, a sword frosty cold, piercing the periosteum " Si "

" Aunt Ye "

" Ye Wangxi "

She is not a Nangong, she is not a Nangong, she is an outsider in front of Dragon Mountain, no matter how much she is on her right.

She couldn't get in at all.

Nangong Changying's sword pierced the back of Nangong Si's shoulder so mercilessly that if he had been able to see, it would have made a gaping hole in Nangong Si's chest.

Nangong Si stiffened for a moment and seemed to want to say something, but Changying then drew his sword and blood spurted out, causing Nangong Si to fall to the ground and spit out a huge mouthful of blood.

It is not known what Xu Shuanglin did, perhaps donating the power of his spiritual core, or perhaps using his full consciousness to control Nangong Changying to death.

The body, which had been on the verge of regaining consciousness, suddenly became a murderous doppelganger again, carrying his sword, with blood dripping from its thin grooves, dripping from the ground, brimming with moonlight, and converging into a small pool of murky darkness.

Nangong Si once again tried to rise from the ground but failed, he was in the mud and barely managed to lift only one face.

Mo Ran's eyelashes fluttered and her eyes closed.

He would have preferred Nangong Si not to be seen with this face, a face that had been proud, soaring, never clean, handsome, but now only blood and mud, barely visible in its features, wretched enough to make anyone with a conscience still feel sad.

Although there is no sadness in Nangong Si's eyes.

There is still fire in his eyes, there is still light.

Nangong Changying tried to add a second sword, but a white light swooped in and tangled with him, and Nao Baijin hissed and howled, murderous and unconcerned.

" Si "

Ye Wangxi has nearly collapsed, and Nangong Si doesn't look at her; he just stares at Jiang Xi, his bloody lips opening and closing.

He can't make too much noise at the moment, but Jiang Xi understands lip-speak, and he holds his hands in his hands, his brown eyes unblinking as he watches the opening and closing of Nangong Si's lips.

Nangong Si is done talking.

Jiang Xi said, "Okay. I know."

"Oooooooooo."

With another dull thud, Nao Baijin was struck by Nangong Changying with one hand, falling with far greater force than its owner, its huge snow-white body smashing into the foliage of the trees, crushing a large area of branches and leaves. Before the smoke cleared, a fluffy white puppy, barely the size of a human hand, stumbled out and bit the hem of Nangong Changying's coat as hard as it could.

That is the juvenile protoform of Nao Baijin.

Nangong Si turned his head and coughed in a low voice, "Go, go."

"Ow ow ow ow ow" Nao Baijin doesn't go.

But the little force it had bitten into Nangong Changying's body was like a bull in the sea, never to be returned.

Powerful.

Destruction.

Nangong Si's eyes shone with a fierce light, and he pressed his hand to the ground so hard that in a flash, his chest ached and his spirit core shattered.

With the spirit core he had cultivated for over twenty years, with the blood he had cultivated in the cold and heat of winter for over twenty years, he threw himself down and never looked back, saying in a blood-curdling whisper, "Sink no."

Avalanche.

He could clearly feel the core in his heart, the one that had been with him for twenty years, crumbling in an instant.

It is very light, like the wind passing over a spring lake and blowing up ripples.

It was heavy, like mountains and rivers shattering and rolling down earth and stones.

In the end they all turn to pieces.

In that moment, Nangong Si felt a vague sense of relief that the shattering of the spiritual core was a painful but not heartbreaking sensation.

So, Mother died without suffering too much, I suppose.

In just a moment, it was all gone.

The evil dragon spirits actually trembled slightly at his sacrifice, and the blood vines that were about to loosen suddenly closed up again, clinging to the zombies that were about to break out. Nangong Changying lifted his chin slightly and gave a low "hmm" before stepping in front of Nangong Si and standing still.

Nangong Si could not take a single step at this point. Without his spirit core, he was no different from an ordinary person.

He could no longer even recall his own sword.

He gasped and tilted his face back, his eyes reflecting the moonlight and Nangong Changying's face against the moonlight.

"The Great Master"

Nangong Changying's blindfolded ribbon fluttered in the cold wind as he stood still for a moment and moved his fingertips again, but the spirits of Dragon Mountain were unable to respond immediately to the commands of their original owner's corpse because of the sacrifice of Nangong Si's spirit core. The blood vines remained unmoved, even as they slowly dragged the rioting corpses down into the ground.

But Nangong Si knew that it would not last much longer.

As long as Nangong Changying is determined to give orders, Dragon Mountain will ultimately follow the instructions of its first owner, and he cannot change that.

But, although it does not change it, he still pays such a price to do it, near its strength.

No shame in the heart.

Outside the knot, Mo Ran bit his lip, the arrow in his sleeve was at his fingertips again, the lines of his face taut to the extreme, his hands trembling slightly beneath his robes.

Inside the boundary, Nangong Si said, "Sorry, Master Tai, I still haven't done anything."

The ancestor's sword is raised again, and Nangong Si is about to close his eyes slowly.

Suddenly, just as he was about to be killed, he saw Nangong Changying turn his neck gingerly and, with difficulty, squeeze the words out of his teeth, "Your name is Nangong Si".

Nangong Si suddenly flinched and said hoarsely, "Master Tai, are you, are you conscious? Can you you understand my words?"

The rest of the sentence was inaudible to Mo Ran, but everyone could see that Nangong Changying's hand movements suddenly slowed and his lips opened and closed slightly, apparently talking to Nangong Si.

"I shall not fight you."

Nangong Changying's sword still hangs, but a very slight sound breaks from his throat.

"Before I died, I was worried that there would be a change in the afterlife," he said hoarsely, his words unclear as he had just regained his consciousness, "but I never imagined that this day would come."

Nangong Changying paused and resumed: " Nangong Si . In a moment, after I have recited the incantation you will immediately take the bow and arrows away from me"

Bow and arrow

What bow and arrow

Nangong Si's mind was buzzing and he didn't react for a moment, but Nangong Changying had already turned his sword and scraped against the ground with a long, dragon-like whistle. He then swept back a few feet, his clothes flying like an exile.

Nangong Changying was trembling, barely able to free his lips and tongue from the control of the practitioner at the moment, and with each word he spoke, he was losing a great deal of strength.

"Wear, cloud, summon, come."

Almost as soon as the words had been spoken, a long, clear chant sounded from the hinterland of Dragon Mountain, and the ground in front of Nangong Si split open with a loud bang, and a dark blue horned bow rang out in the midst of the falling sands, lighting up the long night.

The crowd was horrified, and even a man as calm as Chu Wanning paled slightly.

The legendary Shenwu, buried with the first head of the Confucianism School

Piercing Clouds

"Quickly, take it away" Nangong Changying said hoarsely, his hands trembling violently as if fighting against invisible spider fuses, trying desperately not to allow himself to go up and pick up his divine bow piercing the clouds, "the arrow that pierces the clouds can burn the flesh and blood to burn. "

Nangong Si had actually understood what he meant, but the excitement was too much to believe, so he spoke dryly and asked, "Burn what"

"I" Nangong Changying suddenly bellowed in anger.

"The Great Master"

"Don't let my corpse do the thing I hated most in life." Nangong Changying, standing long and elegant, his clothes swaying, dropped his last word after a hundred years, "Burn."