Chapter 539: The Legend of the Evil Dragon

"Since Mr. Ning wants to save this girl, we will naturally give him this favor."

The middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was holding the treasure map and looked extremely powerful said with a smile.

He was a smart man. Shen Luoyan was sitting on the roof in the distance. Although he was writing his name with his head down, his ears were perked up. If someone said something to bully Ning Daoran at this time...

Just wait for the host to make things difficult for you!

Among the many members of the Shixian Tower, the person Shen Luoyan trusts the most is the deputy tower owner Long Xingtian, but the person she likes the most is definitely that Jianjia Sanren. It is a well-known fact. As a member of the Shixian Tower, who would be stupid enough to offend Shen Luoyan?

"Nephew Ning."

Seven Stars True Lord asked: "What is your connection with this woman?"

"Uncle Master, my Four Elephants Spear Technique was given to me by Lin Guo."

"I see!"

Seven Stars True Lord's eyes lit up, and he said, "As cultivators, we should be grateful and repay kindness. My nephew Ning wants to keep this girl, and I support you fully! Hey, I thought you were attracted to this girl and wanted to take her away as your wife. If that's the case, my niece Wushuang, who is practicing in Liangyi Sect, will be sad for a while."

What the hell!

Ning Daoran was speechless.

But at this moment, Lin Guo, who was holding a spear and looking very heroic, spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Ning, Lin Guo appreciates your kindness, but now the Martial Temple has been destroyed, my aunt has been killed, and the world that Lin Guo is familiar with has been destroyed by the Immortal Killing Tower. There is no point in living in this world now. Let me fight one last time and go happily."

"You want to be relieved?"

Ning Daoran lifted up the Great Azure Dragon and sneered, "Okay, I, Ning Daoran, am also a Nascent Soul of the Immortal Killing Tower. If you want to fight to the death, I, Ning Daoran, will take on this battle. How about it?!"

"you……"

Lin Guo gritted his teeth.

Not far away, Shen Luoyan, who was writing and drawing in a small notebook, shook his head with a helpless smile on his face, and said to himself: "Hey, why else would I be so popular with girls..."

…

"Boom——"

With a loud bang, Ning Daoran fired a shot with all his strength! The moment Lin Guo blocked it, it was too late. His body immediately turned into a sharp arrow and flew backwards, crashing through the main shrine of the Martial Temple and falling into the back mountain where the two had sparred.

Ning Daoran went with his gun in hand to fight Lin Guo! "Go!"

Long Xingtian gave an order: "Go to the Martial Temple and leave no one alive!"

"Yes, deputy host!"

With many repairmen working together, the Martial Temple, which once symbolized the strongest power of the Sangyu Kingdom, began to collapse.

Back mountain.

In the woods behind the Kunwu Dojo, wisps of spear light intertwined. Lin Guo and Ning Daoran exchanged more than twenty moves in a short period of time, razing all the mountains and forests in the area to the ground.

After twenty moves, Lin Guo's face turned pale, and the blood and energy in his body became slightly disordered.

She already knew the result, and she felt more helpless.

Lin Guo has been focused on training by his family since he was born. Later, he was sent directly to the Martial Temple for further studies. He received guidance from the spirits of the sages in the Martial Temple, and eventually became the youngest and strongest warrior in the early Hunyuan period in the Sangyu Kingdom.

Unfortunately, after facing Ning Daoran's Da Qinglong, Lin Guo realized that there are always people better than you.

If Ning Daoran used his full strength, Lin Guo would definitely be at a disadvantage within fifty moves, and would most likely be killed within a hundred moves. The gap between the two had actually reached this point.

More importantly, Ning Daoran had actually cultivated the Four Elephants Spear Technique to its original state in just over a decade. What kind of martial arts talent was this? For a moment, Lin Guo was not only angry about the death of True Lord Xuehun, but also had deep self-doubt.

"Bang!"

Seeing that the opponent's fighting spirit was gradually losing, Ning Daoran threw away his gun and punched Lin Guo's pretty face hard. Lin Guo immediately pierced through the mountain and fell heavily beside a stream.

"Do you think you'll feel better if you die?"

Ning Daoran descended from the sky and stepped between Lin Guo's breasts. He exerted a little force, and immediately there was a sound of bones crackling.

Lin Guo's cheeks were covered with sand and sweat. She smiled bitterly, "Fellow Daoist Ning...are you going to continue humiliating me?"

"Ning definitely doesn't mean to humiliate you."

Ning Daoran frowned and said, "It's just that I said at the beginning that you, Lin Guo, are my friend, so I will never watch you turn into a pile of dry bones here. Besides, you, Lin Guo, are extremely talented. If you die in this chaos of destroying the country, wouldn't it be a pity?"

"So, what does Brother Ning plan to do with me?"

Lin Guo's eyes were filled with tears. "The Martial Temple was destroyed, my aunt was killed, and your Majesty is about to be regicided. Lin Guo has lost everything. What else does he have now?"

Ning Daoran didn't know how to comfort people at all.

"Anyway, I won't let you die here."

He suddenly stepped forward and placed a finger between Lin Guo's eyebrows. The next moment, he used his magic power to seal Lin Guo's veins and blood. Then he took out the spirit cage silk and tied Lin Guo up tightly.

"Ning Daoran..."

Lin Guo sat on the wet ground, tears streaming down her face. "What are you going to do? Wouldn't it be good to let me die for the Sangyu Kingdom?"

"You only died for the Chen Dynasty, not for the Sangyu Kingdom."

Ning Daoran raised his hand, picked it up and hung it on his shoulder.

"you……"

Lin Guo said helplessly: "Where are you taking me?"

“A nice place.”

Ning Daoran raised his hand and picked the Lingpu Cave Heaven, then turned into white light and flew into the cave heaven with Lin Guo.

…

“Ahhh~~~”

Big Dumb Deer was horrified. He didn't expect that his elder brother would actually bring this woman into Lingpu Cave.

"What do you want, sir?"

Xiaobai also looked surprised.

"Old deer!"

Ning Daoran threw Lin Guo directly onto the bed in the cabin and said, "I'll leave this girl to your care. She is my friend and you must not neglect her, but you must not let her commit suicide either. Let's wait until the chaos in the capital is over before we decide."

"Ning Daoran, you..."

Lin Guo was so angry that he struggled desperately, but Ning Daoran had sealed his cultivation, so his blood and energy could not flow. With his physical strength at that moment, it was impossible for him to break free from the extremely tight spirit cage.

“This is where I practice all year round.”

Ning Daoran glanced at her and said, "Lin Wuxian, you can calm down here and look at the flowers and plants. You will find that even if the Wu Temple is destroyed, the Snow Soul Master is killed, and the Chen Dynasty is overthrown, your life will not lose its meaning, because living itself is meaningful. People should not give their lives too many so-called noble things, because that would only weave a cage of self-imprisonment."

"you……"

Lin Guo's voice became much softer: "Then I want to sit up and eat something, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, the old deer will serve you."

Ning Daoran glanced.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The big stupid deer let out a roar, indicating that it was my responsibility.

As for Xiaobai, Xiaoheizi, and Ning Xiaogui, they should stay away from Lin Guo. After all, the other party is also a fourth-rank warrior. If he breaks free from the restrictions, he will be able to kill them.

…

When Ning Daoran returned to the Martial Temple, the fight had already ended.

The entire martial temple was razed to the ground, and almost all of the monks guarding the temple were killed.

However, judging from his aura, the Purple Flame Demon Lord should have left. Seeing that he could no longer protect the Martial Temple, a great cultivator like him would definitely not be buried with the Temple.

"You're back?"

Shen Luoyan landed on the roof of a distant mansion and said, "What are you going to do with Lin Guo?"

"She'll come around."

Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly and said, "I, Ning, will take the initiative to save Lin Guo's life. I hope the host will approve it."

"Um."

Shen Luoyan said: "She is just a warrior in the early stage of Hunyuan. Although she is praised as a genius, I don't really take her seriously. As long as she doesn't become an enemy of Shixian Tower in the future, that's all."

"Ning will convince her."

"That's great."

Shen Luoyan flew into the air and said, "Deputy Building Master Long is leading his men to attack the Prime Minister's Mansion. Shall we go and see what's going on?"

"Okay!"

Then, two beams of light rose up and headed straight for the Prime Minister's Mansion.

…

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, a fourth-order inferior-grade formation rose into the air, and at this time a group of Nascent Soul cultivators from the Immortal Killing Tower were working together to attack the formation.

This Prime Minister's Mansion is the core of the military and political affairs of the Sangyu Kingdom. Once it is breached, only the palace where the emperor lives will be left.

In the distance, amidst a noisy sound, a group of cavalrymen wearing golden armor and holding spears appeared on the street, shining brightly in the night.

"We are the imperial guards, following the order of the Crown Prince, and have come to reinforce the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

The cavalrymen opened their bows and shot arrows before they got close, and suddenly a rain of arrows came over.

Unfortunately, although they were elite, they were facing immortal cultivators.

A gray figure rose into the air, flicked his sleeves lightly, and suddenly a magic barrier was pushed out, crushing the many arrows. The man looked familiar. It was the Du'e Zhenjun who had not been seen for many years! "The Imperial Guard is under the command of the eldest prince, and the commander of the Imperial Guard, Chen Rangxian, is one of the most arrogant members of the imperial party."

Shen Luoyan glanced at the small notebook and said, "Daoist Du'e, go and fetch the eldest prince's head to shock the imperial guards, so that they know when to advance and when to retreat, and surrender to the righteous army as soon as possible."

"Yes, host!"

True Lord Du'e turned around and teleported away. Not long after, he returned exhausted, holding a bloodstained head in his hand. He threw it directly on the ground and said in a deep voice: "The head of the eldest prince is here. Soldiers of the Imperial Guards, do you still want to continue to resist? This Prime Minister's Mansion will be taken in the blink of an eye. If you continue to be stubborn, there will be no turning back!"

Everyone was shocked.

The imperial guards knelt down and expressed their willingness to surrender to the immortals.

…

Not long after, the Prime Minister's residence was attacked and the scholars in the residence could not withstand the torture and soon surrendered.

After dawn, Ning Daoran accompanied Shen Luoyan and led everyone to the imperial palace. The steps of the palace were already covered with blood. The rebel army was fighting with the imperial guards in the palace and had already gained the upper hand.

At this time, all the monks loyal to the Chen Dynasty had basically been eliminated, and the real outcome had been determined.

In less than half an hour, the elite rebel army rushed into the hall.

"Guess, how will they treat the emperor?" Shen Luoyan asked within the clouds.

"have no idea."

Ning Daoran smiled faintly.

Soon after, a group of rebel soldiers rushed out of the palace. Two of them stretched out a bloody human skin. A rebel general said in a deep voice: "The dog emperor has been skinned and executed. This is his human skin!"

Outside the hall, countless people cheered.

The prince surnamed Li had a smile on his face, and someone put a yellow robe on him.

Ning Daoran frowned.

At the side, Shen Luoyan smiled and said, "In fact, neither side is a good person. Whoever sits on the dragon throne will grow scales and fangs, and eventually turn into a dragon. What we in the Immortal Killing Tower have to do is to slay dragons, over and over again."

(End of this chapter)