Chapter 212: [Mount Jiao] Too Much

Book 3: Decisive Battle

"Don't go forward! Move back! Everyone move back! Go to the foot of the mountain! "

Suddenly, there was a shout. Everyone turned around and saw Mo Ran, dressed in black, rushing over. Behind him, a female corpse was chasing after him, letting out a terrifying shriek.

Xue Zhengyong was shocked. "Ran Er? What … what's going on?! "

"Move back! Go back! "Under Mo Ran's pitch-black eyes, his gaze was like a pair of unsheathed daggers. He shouted at Nangong Si," Nangong! Drop the soul-repelling stone in front of you! "

Nangong Si immediately rushed to the top of the mountain. Above the group of loyal souls were the graves of Confucian Wind Sect's high level disciples. In order to prevent future generations from causing trouble, a long wall was set up between the two groups of graves to act as a barrier.

He sprinted, and Ye Wangxi followed closely behind. However, before they reached the soul-repelling wall, Nangong Si suddenly stopped.

A group of people slowly walked down from the top of the mountain path. They were all dressed in black, and their silk ribbons fluttered in the wind. At first glance, it was as if the Confucian Wind Sect had not been destroyed yet, and a group of valiant and formidable disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect had just arrived.

However, Nangong Si knew that something was wrong.

Ye Wangxi also knew that something was wrong.

There was a difference between these disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect and the ones they used to live with. Each of them had a blue ribbon embroidered with the shadow of a crane in front of their eyes.

It seemed like a very small difference, but the people of the Nangong Family knew what it meant. Living people would never wear these ribbons to cover their eyes. These ribbons were given to the disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect to wear before they were buried. It meant that their eyes would cover the auspicious clouds, ride the crane to the west, and live happily forever …

Those who came down the mountain were all dead people of the Confucian Wind Sect!

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

He did not turn around and only said in a low voice, "Go down."

"… …"

"Go down! Go tell Grandmaster Mo that it's too late. " Nangong Si took a deep breath and said in a slightly trembling voice, "The previous generations of high level disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect have all been resurrected and are currently rushing down the mountain."

"What about you?!"

"I'll hold them off for a while. Hurry up." Nangong Si turned his face slightly and said to Ye Wangxi, "Tell them to retreat as far as possible to the foot of the mountain. Once they've retreated to that side, send out the smoke signal and I'll come down immediately."

Ye Wangxi bit her lip. She was very clear that there was no turning back. The last thing she could do was take off her quiver and toss it to Nangong Si. She said in a deep voice, "Catch. You don't remember to take more. "

By the time she rushed to the mountainside, a fierce battle had already unfolded. The corpses of the servants of the Confucian Wind Sect who had previously hidden themselves rushed out from the bushes, rocks, and all kinds of hiding places like locusts and threw themselves at the cultivators who were engaged in battle. These corpses were all wearing shrouds, and their bodies were completely pale. They were mixed in with the cultivators who were wearing different kinds of clothes, like rolling waves of snow. From a distance, it was quite a spectacular scene. However, the price for this spectacular scene was too high. In a split second, the mountain was filled with bursts of mournful cries and battle cries.

Ye Wangxi caught a glimpse of several coffins that had been blasted open by spiritual power during the fierce battle. There were only clothes inside, and they were arranged in the shape of a person. Her adoptive father was like a crafty rabbit, leaving them with a peaceful "tomb of loyalty". In fact, he had already summoned the corpses inside the tomb and hid them in the dark. He was waiting for them to reach the highest point, then he would mobilize the "tomb of high level disciples" in front of them to attack from the front and attack from the rear.

He had laid a net, and they were the fish in the net.

Ye Wangxi found Mo Ran in the midst of the chaotic battle. "Grandmaster Mo!"

Mo Ran was in the middle of fighting with five corpses. When he heard Ye Wangxi's voice, he suddenly raised his head and anxiously said, "What —"

Before he could say the word "what", he saw Ye Wangxi's face and knew the answer.

Mo Ran cursed inwardly. Coincidentally, a zombie bit his arm. He couldn't shake it off, so he angrily put his hand into the zombie's mouth. With a fierce look in his eyes, he exerted his strength and tore the zombie's tongue out!

"Ow!"

Black blood splashed everywhere. The zombie couldn't bite him anymore. It was hit in the chest by his elbow and fell to the ground.

Mo Ran's black eyes were terrifyingly bright, and his expression was ruthless. When he looked at Ye Wangxi again, she couldn't help but shiver. However, she immediately steadied herself and said, "Ah Si wants you to retreat as soon as possible. Retreat to the foot of the mountain and wait for him!"

Mo Ran nodded. In an instant, his voice spread throughout the chaotic battlefield.

"Don't fight. Everyone retreat to the foot of the mountain. Everyone retreat to the foot of the mountain."

Huang Xiaoyue immediately became anxious. "We were already prepared to fight to the death with Xu Shuanglin. This scene in front of us is already within our expectations. How can we retreat now?"

Mo Ran didn't care about him at all. People die for wealth, and birds die for food. Huang Xiaoyue wanted to rush to the top of the mountain with all her strength so that she could find the rare treasures hidden in the Confucian Wind Sect's temple. That was the old man's own business. He still sternly repeated, "If you don't want to die, go down the mountain! Immediately! Go down! "

Although these servant corpses weren't strong, they weren't the weak corpses of the commoners on Mount Huang. Moreover, their numbers were astonishing, and they didn't fear pain. They rushed up one after another. By the time everyone had retreated to the foot of the mountain, more than ten cultivators had already died in battle.

Huang Xiaoyue also retreated. He also knew that with his own ability, it was impossible for him to kill his way to the top of the mountain alone.

However, he sneered and said, "Grandmaster Mo, this is great. The one who said that he wanted to come to Jiao Mountain was you. Halfway through the battle, the one who told us to retreat was also you. You're really capable. What do we do now? Why don't you take the lead and we follow you out of the barrier? "

In his previous life, Mo Ran wasn't even enough to carry the shoes of the Celestial Emperor Treading Immortal. Killing him would dirty his hands. In this life, Mo Ran was no longer the Lord of Darkness and had become a righteous grandmaster. That was why he couldn't slap him in public.

However, Mo Ran could choose to ignore him.

Huang Xiaoyue was about to speak again when he suddenly saw a cloud of rolling smoke in front of him. It was Nangong Si riding the demon wolf Naobaijin, who had transformed into his true form again. He rushed over like a gust of wind, followed by hundreds of high-level disciples of the Confucian Wind School. Huang Xiaoyue looked over and said in surprise, "Oh, no! We fell into a trap! "

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. This old thing finally reacted. He knew that this was an ambush set up by Xu Shuanglin. He wasn't too stupid.

However, Huang Xiaoyue's second half of his sentence was, "Nangong Si! You've got guts! You actually gathered the remnants of the Confucian Wind School on Jiao Mountain. Do you want to fight the other schools? "

Mo Ran, "…"

Nangong Si crouched low on the demon wolf and rushed forward. Naobaijin was as fast as an arrow, leaving the pursuing corpses behind him farther and farther away. At this time, Huang Xiaoyue realized that he had misunderstood him. However, he didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, he stared at the approaching corpses with wide eyes and gulped.

Nangong Si rushed into the crowd and jumped down from the demon wolf. He stuffed the quiver of arrows into Ye Wangxi's arms and said while gasping for breath, "I still have some arrows left. I'll return them to you first. You take everyone and retreat."

Ye Wangxi originally relaxed when she heard the first half of the sentence, but the second half made her suddenly raise her head and stare at Nangong Si. "What do you want to do?"

"Just a small matter."

On the side, Huang Xiaoyue watched as the high level disciples of the Confucian Wind School got closer and closer. Seeing that they were about to fight with the heroes of the Confucian Wind School, who had died hundreds of years ago, he turned his head and cursed, "Nangong Si! You're such a troublemaker! You're just like your father! Why do you want to lead these monsters to us? Do you want us to kill them for you? "

Seeing that Nangong Si didn't look at him and didn't say anything, Huang Xiaoyue became even angrier. He said in a trembling voice, "Good, I finally know what you're planning. You're afraid that you can't reach the top of the mountain alone and can't get the treasures your father left for you. That's why you led us here to open the way for you! Nangong Si! You're so vicious! "

Seeing that his words were becoming more and more excessive, Xue Zhengyong couldn't help but frown and say, "Alright, Huang Daozhang, you should speak less."

"Speak less? Why should I speak less? " Huang Xiaoyue didn't put the lower cultivation world in his eyes at all. Normally, he would be a bit calmer and take Xue Zhengyong's face into consideration, but at this critical moment, he didn't have the heart to pretend anymore. He pointed at Nangong Si and cursed, "You're really the son of an evil beast with the heart of a tiger and a wolf! You actually used such a famous hero to clear the way for you! Where did you get the face to do that? "

Nangong Si: "…"

Huang Xiaoyue didn't give up and said angrily, "A person like you should die to appease the world, but you actually escaped from the zombie horde and led these bastards to us. You —"

"Slap!"

A very loud slap landed solidly on Huang Xiaoyue's face.

The gentleman, Ye Wangxi, was still in the same position as when she slapped Huang Xiaoyue. She was trembling slightly and gasping for breath. Her eyes were ruthless as she stared at the person who fell in front of her.

"Bastard."

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"How can I tolerate such filthy words in front of the hero's grave of my Confucian Wind?!"

Jiang Dongtang's people drew their swords and pointed at Ye Wangxi. A middle-aged female cultivator under Huang Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows and shouted at her, "You're neither a man nor a woman! How dare you attack your elders? You're the bastard! You're the lackey of the Confucian Wind! "

She shouted and was about to rush up to Ye Wangxi to teach her a lesson. Mo Ran was about to help when he suddenly heard the sound of a rattan whip whipping through the air.

In a dazzling golden light, Chu Wanning walked out of the crowd. He held the Heaven's Inquisitor and narrowed his eyes.

He had his back to Ye Wangxi and faced Jiang Dongtang.

"I've said it before." He said word by word, "Nangong Si is my disciple. If you don't want to go through the trial of the Heavenly Music Pavilion, then if you have anything you want to say, please come to me first. Let's talk about justice, or let's talk about martial arts. "

In the dead silence, he threw out the last half of his sentence —

"I'll accompany you to the end."

The atmosphere was extremely tense for a moment.

Jiang Dongtang didn't know whether to advance or retreat. If they retreated, they would lose face. If they advanced … could they really shake the Northern Dipper Celestial Venerable Chu Wanning? Moreover, should they really form a grudge with Chu Wan-ning and be sworn enemies from now on?

The zombies were still approaching, getting closer and closer …

Someone couldn't help but shout, "Stop fighting! Let's talk about it outside! Think of a solution first! What should we do! "

"Should we fight?"

"Should we just fight like this? Then why did we retreat to the foot of the mountain? What's the difference between this and fighting on the mountain? "

That's right. Mo Ran couldn't help but think, 'What's the difference?'

Although he understood that Nangong Si's actions weren't without purpose, as the last descendant of the Nangong Clan, Nangong Si must have had a plan in mind since he told them to retreat to the foot of the mountain.

He couldn't help but look at Nangong Si, who hadn't uttered a single word since the beginning. He suddenly discovered that the man's eyes were shining with an indescribable light.

A light that made him shudder.

"Nangong!"

He shouted, but it was useless. Nangong Si had been silently chanting a forbidden spell since the beginning. Since Huang Xiaoyue pointed at his nose and scolded him, he had been chanting this forbidden spell.

But it was already too late to notice.

Countless vines broke through the ground with a loud rumble. Mo Ran, Ye Wangxi, Xue Meng … everyone was entangled by the willow vines at almost the same time. Then, in an instant, they were thrown out of the barrier, out of the mountain range of Jiao Mountain.

Ye Wangxi's expression changed. "Ah Si! What are you doing?! "

She wanted to rush in again, but Nangong Si raised his hand and waved. The two Tomb Guardians stood up with heavy steps. Stone powder fell from their bodies. They raised their left and right hands respectively, facing each other. In an instant, a new translucent barrier covered the entire entrance of Jiao Mountain, blocking everyone's path.

Nangong Si stood in front of the barrier alone, facing the thousands of zombies. His back was facing everyone behind the barrier.

He said, "There are vines on Jiao Mountain. They are formed from dragon tendons and can pull everything underground. But you can't be inside. — — As long as you don't have the blood of the Nangong Clan flowing in you, once I use this formation, the dragon tendon vines will not distinguish between friend and foe. They will pull you all underground and bury you alive. "

Ye Wangxi was filled with grief and anger. She shouted in anger, "Nangong Si! Do you know you're alone! "She hammered the barrier, but could only shout at him from outside," Nangong Si! "

"Why am I alone?" Nangong Si turned half of his face. "Don't I still have you?"

"… …"

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he actually broke into a smile.

That brilliant smile had not appeared on his face since the destruction of the Confucian Wind Sect. It was unbridled, wild, and blazing. It was as if many years of high-spirited spirit had returned to his face. In his pair of bright eyes, it was as if he was following the reins of a horse.

Nangong Si was like many years ago, when he and Ye Wangxi first entered the illusion trial. He tilted his face, held his sword, and smiled at her.

"But you girls are really useless. In the end, I still have to protect you."

With that, he turned around and strode towards the horde of zombies.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Stop.

Nangong Si stabbed his sword into the ground, untied the gauze on his hand, and fiercely cut along the sharp edge of the sword.

Blood rolled down, flowing along the blood groove of the sword and into the moist soil of Jiao Mountain.

Nangong Si's eyes were cold, looking straight ahead, without fear.

He did not know that at this moment, in the eyes of Mo Ran, who was standing outside the barrier, his figure was overlapping with Ye Wangxi, who fought to the death in his previous life. In the end, they became one person, and it was difficult to separate them.

"Blood sacrifice to the Azure Dragon, obtain its bones and muscles." Nangong Si said, "Array open — —!"

Countless vines broke out from the cracked ground, and in a flash, sand and mud were everywhere. These vines were completely different from the ones that had trapped and thrown everyone out before. These were scarlet vines without any leaves or branches. It could even be said that these vines were thick blood vessels, rising from the depths of Jiao Mountain, and instantly climbing onto each of the zombies controlled by the Zhenlong Formation.

Nangong Si used his own strength to drive more than a thousand dragon tendons out of the ground, and in an instant, he consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Sweat seeped out of his forehead, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The meridians on the back of his hand bulged, and his old wounds ruptured, and blood flowed freely …

"Sink!"

His face was pale, and he trembled as he gave the final order.

Those thousand dragon tendons began to fiercely pull the zombies down, but those zombies obviously would not sit still and wait for death. They all roared, roared, and struggled with all their might.

At this time, Nangong Si and the dragon tendons shared the same spiritual energy. These thousands of zombies were struggling, and he had no choice but to squeeze out more energy. Through the sacrifice of blood to the ground, he urged the dragon tendons to use more strength to pull the zombies down.

Ankles, calves … thighs …

The zombies all over the mountain were howling, stretching their necks and hissing, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Nangong Si gasped for breath. Thighs … still thighs …

He could feel that his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, but those zombies had not sunk to the ground. They were still angrily twisting their bodies, using their hands to support themselves, trying to break free.

A little more, to the waist … at least to the waist …

This way, he could undo the enchantment and let the people outside in. This way, these zombies would not break free and turn the situation around in an instant.

At least …

A little more …

His spiritual energy was exhausted, and it turned to the overdraft of his spirit nucleus.

Nangong Si only felt a dull pain in his heart. His cracked spirit core, which was already prone to exploding, was trembling slightly in his chest. He clenched his teeth tightly, but blood still flowed down the corner of his lips.

A little more.

Waist …

Very good, they were extremely difficult to move, but they were not the most stable. The zombies' strength was greater than when they were alive, and if they were buried here, they might suddenly break free.

A little more!

"Cough, cough —!" The power of the spirit nucleus was released again, and Nangong Si only felt dizzy. He could not support himself and knelt on the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood, which dripped and soaked the black soil.

Nangong Si shakily raised his eyelids. In the shaking shadows, he saw that the zombies were dragged deeper into the ground by the dragon tendons, almost burying their chests.

These monsters could not move for the time being.

Nangong Si's lips and teeth were blood red, and he laughed.

He heard Ye Wangxi shouting outside: "Ah Si! Enough! Open the enchantment! Quickly open the enchantment! "

Xue Zhengyong also shouted: "Quickly open the enchantment, Nangong! We'll help you! "

"Nangong, quickly open the enchantment! Open the enchantment! "

The people shouting gradually increased. In this world, not everyone was completely heartless.

Nangong Si smiled. After the destruction of the Confucian family, he had suffered so many grievances but did not cry. Suddenly, tears rolled down his cheeks.

He choked and murmured hoarsely: "… I know, I'll open it … I'll open it …"

He raised his trembling hand, ready to remove the enchantment that was blocking everyone. However, the ground suddenly trembled, and then began to tremble slightly — —

Nangong Si obviously felt it. He was suddenly startled, then raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

The dragon tendons that followed his orders to drag the zombies deep into the ground suddenly loosened one by one, and then wrapped around the zombies' chests and backs, pulling them out of the ground one by one … …

"Impossible … …" Nangong Si said blankly, "This is impossible!"

How could the dragon mountain not listen to its master's orders?

Even if Xu Shuanglin gave the opposite order, the dragon tendons would never obey, because for the sleeping dragon evil spirit, the descendants of the Nangong family were the same.

If the two descendants of the Nangong family gave the opposite order to the dragon mountain, the dragon mountain would only stop its current action and not help anyone, becoming neutral.

Unless … …

Nangong Si suddenly had a layer of goosebumps, he thought of a person.

This thought made his whole body tremble, and the pain in his heart seemed to be worse than before. He gasped and slowly raised his head. He walked along the endless white marble stairs, followed the dense corpse tide, and looked at the top.

A handsome and dignified, tall and straight man was slowly walking down the long stairs.

He was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, embroidered with a dragon swallowing the sun and moon, and a sea of clouds. Every step he took, the gold and silver threads cast on the robe would emit a water-like luster under the moonlight, floating and glittering.

Above the bridge of his nose, there was a ribbon that only the deceased of the Confucian Wind Sect would wear. It covered his eyes, but that ribbon was not green, but black. What was embroidered on it was not a red-crowned crane, but an azure dragon with powerful claws and flames spewing out of it.

Nangong Si's face was as white as paper, he stared at the man who was calmly walking down the stairs step by step, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief and muttered, "How … … how is this possible … … Grand Sect Master … …"

The moonlight peeked out from the forest, illuminating the man's handsome, clean-cut face.

It was him.

The only person in the world who could make the dragon mountain disobey the order of the Nangong family's descendant, who could subdue the demon dragon, who could suppress the ancient evil beast "Gun" under the tower, and who created the first immortal sect for hundreds of years.

He was the number one master in the world hundreds of years ago, he was the first person who gave up on ascending to the heavens in order to cross the suffering of the mortal world. He was the first Sect Master of the Confucian Wind Sect.

Nangong Zhangying!