Chapter 284: [The Top of Death and Life] My Son, Be Precious

With a sound that seemed to take all the strength and pride out of her, Xue Meng closed her eyes suddenly, her cheeks moist and hot.

"Don't fight it."

But like a fire that burns easily, it is difficult to extinguish. The Loyalty Palace was already full of dead and wounded people, whose blood had become hot oil, igniting hatred and madness to the extreme, and the roar of Xue Meng and the sighs of Xue Zhengyong were not heard by many.

Even if they listened, those red eyes would not stop.

There is so much angst these days. There has been a spate of bloodshed, the Heavenly Leak, the Zhenlong chess game, the death of Lonely Moonlit, the chaos at Jiangdong Court, the Jade Lake Villa being without an owner for days, the Temple of No Mercy being stained with blood, and many of the monks present having lost their friends and family in the past.

Who is the mastermind and who is lying

There are no answers, but all points lead to the door of the top of death and life, where the accumulated hatred and fear explode.

It's hard to take back what's gone wrong.

Xue Meng, who had experienced fewer battles, did not yet realise what this meant, and his chest rose and fell as he stood watching the madness unfold.

But Xue Zhengyong already knew that things had gotten so out of hand that none of the perpetrators could have anticipated

He gritted his teeth, fought through the pain of his gaping wound and the dizziness in front of him, and grabbed Xue Meng by the shoulders, "You must hurry."

"Dad."

"Get out to your mother's side, quickly."

But before the words were out of their mouths, seven or eight men gathered in front of the two of them, each with red eyes: " Xue Meng, you killed my brother, I want you to pay for your life"

"The son of a sinful beast."

Xue Meng stood frozen in place he had killed this man's brother when he had clearly never hurt anyone's life, he had never

His whole mind was in turmoil, and in the confusion he looked down and saw Dragoncity dripping blood from his hand. He was suddenly creeped out.

Yes, he killed someone.

The first person he killed was the matchmaker who perjured herself, and then

He couldn't remember. He had just gone on a mad killing spree, he was covered in blood, his hands and face were covered in blood, his hands and face were covered in

"Ah."

Xue Meng suddenly wailed as if he were a dying beast, his forehead veins bulging and his eyes cracking.

Why did it come to this? From the day Mo Ran left, everything changed, one thing after another was getting out of his control and he was moving further and further away from his old self.

"I've killed someone dad I've killed someone."

He turned in fear and was confronted by Xue Zhengyong's terrifyingly pale face. Xue Zhengyong grabbed him by the hand and pulled him behind him, while he himself slashed and slashed with his iron fan, cutting a path through the thicket.

"Go."

Shaken man breaks out of life for son who is no longer a teenager.

" Xue Meng, go."

Xue Meng stood still, but when another man came at him, Xue Zhengyong could no longer stand up to him, so he raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the man's blade. Xue Zhengyong cursed, and with his other hand he drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the man's spleen and stomach.

Hot blood spurts

"Let's go."

Xue Zhengyong bellowed angrily, suddenly glancing at one person, he snapped, "Huanxue take him out and get him out of here"

Mei Hanxue, who had been fighting this way too, finally broke the siege and drifted to Xue Meng's side. He looked at Xue Zhengyong with a hidden pain in his eyes before he grabbed Xue Meng's arm and said in a deep voice, "Come with me."

With that, he took Xue Meng, who was already numb and disoriented, and headed for the back door of the Loyalty Palace. Perhaps it was the fall of Snow Walk Palace that took the crowd away for a moment, but Mei Hanxue led Xue Meng to the entrance of the palace before someone finally reacted and attacked them, shouting, "Who will pay for killing someone and then running away?"

Mei Hanxue flicked her khon in the air with one hand, making several clanging sounds like gold and stone breaking through the air, repelling the enemy in front of her. She was relieved when she heard Xue Zhengyong shout, "Watch out behind you!

When he looked back, he saw a man with a bloodied face, smiling and smashing his sword, it was too late to stop him, but suddenly an iron fan flew through the air, quenched with spiritual power, it spun in mid-air and stabbed straight towards the man, piercing his chest cavity in a flash.

"Uncle."

"Dad."

The two youths turned around and Xue Zhengyong was gasping for breath, clearly exhausted by the blow. The iron fan also landed with a clang after hitting its target.

Blood stained the fan, whether Xue Lang was very beautiful or the world was very ugly, the words on the fan were no longer legible.

Xue Zhengyong made a reluctant gesture towards the two men and whispered, "Quickly."

Before he could say anything, Xue Meng's pupils, which had contracted sharply, reflected a heavy sword filled with spiritual power. A Jiangdong Court man stood behind Xue Zhengyong with his blade raised, and before Xue Meng could utter a word, he turned towards his father

One split and it falls

Loss of voice.

Xue Meng opened her eyes wide, suddenly unable to hear any of the rumblings around her.

It is like sinking to the bottom of an ocean 10,000 miles deep, with no wind, no heat and no light.

Black.

Xue Meng's blood flowed as if it were frozen and exploding, and his bones were horrified as he stared at the man in front of him with one eye wide open.

Xue Zhengyong's face was still marked by a hint of relief and relief at seeing her son saved, all of which was fixed in this moment.

There is a slight illusion of tranquillity.

The sea is deep, endless and boundless. The water is very cold, it cuts into the bones and is hard to get rid of in a lifetime.

It was very quiet, dead silent.

No sound No sound

None.

Until the blood dripped down the cracked skull, down the eyes and down the cheeks.

Two lines, resembling red tears, drip down.

For a moment, Xue Meng seemed to think that it was a joke, or a dream, or that it was too late to turn back.

But it's not.

It is too late. When people have concerns, they have weaknesses.

The god of war will also die.

"Dad."

A hissing sound and mountains into the sea.

All the silence has since shattered into waves that rolled up a thousand piles of snow, but we see stones breaking, torrents pouring in, the sea turning over, the waves splitting the sky

Xue Meng ran like a madman towards Xue Zhengyong, his cry of a dying beast ripped through the sky and broke the movement of all the men, who turned back in horror at the sound.

The waves parted and he stumbled through the crowd towards Xue Zhengyong.

Xue Zhengyong remained standing, not even bending his spine a little. He just stared at Xue Meng, his tiger eyes open, always open. Those eyes made Xue Meng feel that he was still alive, that he could still be saved, that he was still

A stone's throw away, Xue Zhengyong collapses.

With a plop, he fell almost straight down. The men scattered in all directions and there was no more sound of arms and weapons.

Xue Meng stood still for a moment, and he never moved forward again.

He stood still like that, shivering all over, going from tiny tremors to violent tremors, his lips, his fingers, nowhere under his own control.

He murmured, enquiringly, cautiously.

He said hoarsely, "Father."

A hall full of blood.

No one answered again.

Dragoncity landed with a clang, Xue Meng slowly backed away, backed away but where could he go back to yesterday that he could never return to.

Any step in life, regardless of whether it is a mistake or a painful one, can never be turned back once it is taken.

The Loyalty Palace is silent.

He stopped retreating, swayed violently, and then sat down on his knees, staring in awe at what was happening before him, tears rolling down his face. He lifted his hand and tried to wipe it away, but he wiped it haphazardly but could not get it off, and the tears flowed down in bunches.

At last he buried his face in his palm and a tiny whimper escaped his throat, a whimper that was like ink on paper, rendering the paper later full of absurdities, all ink stains.

"Daddy."

The whimpering eventually becomes a howl.

The man who stood in Xue Meng's way could no longer stand up and shield him from the storms of life with broad shoulders and a cheerful smile.

The boyhood days of the pride of heaven, the carefree years, came to a real end at this moment.

The earth falls apart.

It's a mess, everything is a mess.

The Jiangdong Court monk who had struck hard was frozen in place, his heavy sword falling to the ground as he muttered, "No, no it wasn't me."

He shook his head in disbelief and watched as Xue Meng fell to his knees in a frenzy of fear, trembling like chaff. He tried to escape, but all eyes were on him and he could not retreat.

"No you listen to me I originally only wanted to knock the weapon out of his hands"

He stares at Xue Meng, gulping nervously.

Xue Meng is still drowning in great sorrow, but he knows that once Xue Meng raises his eyes, only one thing awaits him - death.

"Quickly go and invite Madam Wang over." Elder Xuan Ji, the calmest of all, looked at Xue Meng, who was cowering in place, not yet standing up, still mourning. He whispered to his disciples, "Be quick, for in a moment there will be no one left to stop young master."

The disciple's face was filled with tears as he saw the death of the Sect Master, "But Master, it was the Sect Master who didn't allow Madam to come over, Madam never interferes with big matters, she"

"What time is it, still talking about all this nonsense." Xuan Ji said, "Go on."

The disciple then wiped his tears and nodded his head as he ran towards the back of the hill.

It was only with the death of the Sect Leader that everything finally began to calm down. Some in the hall groaned from the pain of their wounds, others turned blue, others pursed their lips and didn't say a word. Someone else whispered, "What's going on? Xue Zhengyong should be capable of more than that, how can he not be able to escape?"

They did not know that Xue Zhengyong had been stabbed by a Zhenlong chess piece in Wuchang Town the day before and had been wounded in a vital way. They simply sighed.

"Alas, after sitting in the headship for a long time, people get old, heroes get old after a long time."

Xue Meng did not listen to those rustling words, his eyes were gradually covered with blood from tears and hatred, he choked, sobbed and wept, and finally, his eyes were a sea of red maples.

He raised his eyes and stared at all those who came against him, eyes that were now burnt out of purity and truth, only blood and hate, vengeance and resentment.

A howl of fury Dragoncity rises

kill

This time, Xue Meng really went berserk and lost his mind, screaming in all directions, he became so horrible and irrational, not afraid of death or pain, no one could stop him.

Temple of No Mercy Lonely Moonlit Jiangdong Court Fire Phoenix Pavilion bah he could not see he only saw the face of a stern ghost, a twisted figure, he felt himself in purgatory in the infernal in the midst of a long and endless piece of blood.

Hate

Why

Why is it that 20 years of heart can be seen, but cannot escape one day of calculation, four or five idle words

Why is it that a lifetime of dedication and hard work is only misplaced and blood is shed?

Why is it that a bucket of rice feeds grace and a rise of rice feeds revenge.

Why so silly.

Blood was spilled.

No one's word is heard, no one's advice is in vain.

Xue Meng went mad, the phoenix wanted blood, and the blood burnt into fire, and out of the fire came a fierce beast with red eyes, full of blood, biting through the throats of everyone who tried to stand in his way

Do you know that the cicadas were singing in the summer when you were a young man?

Xue Zhengyong smilingly stroked Xue Meng's head and asked, "What does my son want to do in the future?"

"Just like daddy." Phoenix opened her clear eyes and said, "To be a great hero who stands tall, to be a good man, to punish evil and promote good without shame."

Blood sprayed in his face and someone was screaming in piteous agony.

Who did he kill?

It seems to be the sister of someone who is the wife of someone.

Doesn't matter.

Die, kill it, kill it, he's unclean anyway, they asked for it anyway they made him

He slaughtered like a madman as the crowd gathered and dispersed. He couldn't hear to hear.

Until the man's voice rang out.

" Xue Meng ."

Like pinching seven inches.

A desperately suppressed, trembling voice.

The softness is like the curl of incense rising up, the smoke dispersing as soon as it is pinched at the end of the finger.

Xue Meng is in a daze.

"Take him."

"Don't let him go crazy again."

People pounced on all sides.

" Xue Meng "

Xue Meng, a tiger and leopard surrounded by wolves, is covered in blood and his arm is shaking so badly that he fears he will never be able to use it again to hold his sword after this battle. He squinted, blood dripping from the pupils of his eyes. He turned his head in a wooden stiffness.

The back door of the Loyalty Palace is wide open and a blanket of light pours in.

Lady Wang appeared in the doorway, dressed in plain white. She was frail and mild-mannered and never interfered with the affairs of the temple, as she always had.

It was not until now that she arrived at the news, and the former beauty with the cloudy temples was already wet with tears.

Xue Meng said hoarsely, her voice broken and fragmented, "Mother."

The disciples at the top of death and life bowed and knelt down, "My Lady."

The elders also saluted, "Madam Wang."

Her face was devoid of blood, the only brightness being the coral red beads in her earrings. She did not say a word, but first her body swayed violently at the sight of her husband's body, and then her face turned even paler when she saw Xue Meng being pinned down to the ground.

The doorkeepers were worried that she might not be able to withstand the next moment and faint.

But Madame Wang only trembled slightly, her lips moved, and for the first time, she did not succeed in uttering words.

But for the second time, she spoke. The voice was raspy as hell, but desperately trying to smooth itself out.

"Let him go."

Three words that are gently addressed to those who are roughly suppressing Xue Meng.

Many of those people had never seen Lady Wang's face directly, and when they saw her now, they only thought she was a weak woman, and said to her as fiercely as they could, "Your son has killed so many people, how can you let them go?"

"Must be taken to Tianyin Pavilion for trial in custody"

There were tears in Madam Wang's eyes, but she continued to say one word at a time, "Let him go."

""

No one let go, they were all in a stalemate.

Lady Wang tilted her head slightly, as if trying to hold back her tears, but failed, bitter, salty tears sliding down her cheeks in a weeping stream. She closed her eyes, her slender body trembling slightly, weak as a flutter in the wind.

Some say, "The Top of the Dead is refusing to close its doors today and has injured numerous Upper Fairy World monks. There is even more doubt about Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, so no matter what, it is only right that justice should be done. I'm sorry, Madam."

Without a word, without another glance at her husband's body, she walked silently through the crowd that had consciously dispersed and, step by step, walked up the high steps of the Loyalty Palace and stood before the seat of the Lord of Honour.

Stand still.

The following buzzed with human voices: "The death of Master Xue was purely an accidental coincidence, but Xue Meng was a deliberate massacre."

"That's right, he has to be taken."

The sound is like a tidal wave, ebbing and flowing.

A wind blew into the hall, the curtains fluttered and the curtain was cold.

" Xue Meng no guilt "

"Bang!"

The whole hall was astonished.

The one who slapped the table was surprisingly this weak woman like a bushel. Lady Wang's eyes had opened and her pretty, hibiscus-like face had turned red.

She didn't know how to be angry, but anger had burned her heart.

She stood at the front of the hall, her eyes sweeping over everyone

" Xue Meng is my child, Mo Ran is my nephew and Zhengyong is my husband."

Her voice is not loud, but her words are clear and decisive.

"You, who dug out my nephew's spirit core and injured my husband's life. Now, you still want to take away my son in front of me?"

Jiangdong Court has the largest number of women, yet they are the least able to understand Lady Wang's feelings.

Immediately, a female cultivator said coldly, "Wang, be reasonable."

"Not bad, if it wasn't for your nephew practicing forbidden arts, why would we have to dig up his spirit core If it wasn't for your husband not listening to advice, why would it have led to such a tragedy If it wasn't for your son killing so many people, how would we have taken him away Wang, you have to have a degree in protecting your shortcomings."

All the sects had already had a deep grudge against the Top of Death and Life and were unwilling to let them off easily.

"Closing the School and Closing the Door"

"Take away all the people who just did it must be severely punished and severely tried these murderous devils, should they all be spared"

"Not one of them will be spared, arrest them all."

Lady Wang stood atop the hall, facing this chaos, this weak woman closed her eyes and slowly spoke, "The undead are here, if I live, I will not allow you to touch the top of death and life any more, or touch my son any more."

The people below only found her amusing, except for Jiang Xi, who paled slightly. By the pillar, a woman from Jiangdong Court spoke out first: "You are really shameless."

Lady Wang slowly walked down the steps of the hall, she ignored the female cultivator and simply said to all those who were staring at her, "What are you capable of when you bully orphans and widows"

Walking down the last step, she stood on the dark red carpet embroidered with the Douro pattern and raised her beautiful eyes, her face still soft and gentle, but her gaze determined.

She raised her hand, moved it and removed a silver bracelet from her wrist.

The female cultivator who had taunted her narrowed her eyes, "What are you doing?"

Lady Wang raised her hand, and for some reason a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in her palm. With a snap of her fingers, her delicate fingers crushed the silver bracelet into pieces!

Many people were so shocked that they took a step back, even those at the top of death and life were too shocked to speak, and Xue Meng was also stunned. Jiang Xi was the only one in the crowd, and only Jiang Xi.

He stared at her, his face extremely hard, but not half surprised.

"At the top of death and life, death and life will not change. All of you present, if you want our sect to close, come forward"

Mrs. Wang brushed the remnants of the silver bracelet off, raised her eyes, and said something that made the crowd turn horrified.

"Fight me."