Nangong Yao's spirit expanded and floated into the air. He laughed strangely, "Aren't you here to seek revenge on me? I'm right here, why don't you dare to come forward?"
When the evil spirits in the fog heard Nangong Yao's arrogant words, they could no longer bear it. The fog penetrated into the ancestral hall, and they crowded in front of Nangong Yao like crazy, with pairs of blue-gray hands stretched out to drag him in.
There was a gleam in Nangong Yao's eyes, and he let out a strange "jiejiejie" laugh. He opened his mouth wide and began to devour the evil ghost's soul in big mouthfuls.
“Ahhhhhh!”
A shrill ghostly cry was heard from the fog.
“Hehehe, I am the strongest and most talented of the Nangong family. Who can be like me? Even if only my soul is left, I can still dominate everything!”
Nangong Yao absorbed the soul with a look of satisfaction and madness on his face.
"Oh no, his soul is getting stronger and stronger."
Nangong Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his old hand and made a hand gesture. Several silver lights rushed out, but were all blocked by the ghost energy.
Wen Xi walked forward silently, looking at the suffering ghost in the mist, and asked loudly, "Are you willing to drag his soul into the eighteen levels of hell? I can help you. Once in the underworld, you will all be punished. The punishment at each level is not light."
"Yes, yes, I do!"
"As long as I can kill this old villain, I'm willing to do anything, even if it means my soul is scattered to pieces!"
"Please help us!"
The evil spirits and ghosts in the fog were uttering broken mutters, begging and groaning in pain.
Wen Xi sighed softly, her eyes flashed, and all the laziness on her face faded away. She slowly squatted down, touched the ground with one hand, and the power of the underworld exploded.
"The gates of hell are open!"
Accompanied by a crisp and cold sound, the ground of the ancestral hall shook violently.
Cracks appeared on the ground, and powerful ghost energy rushed out from the cracks, exploding into a blue-gray light.
The white jade hairpin was shattered by the ghost energy. Wen Xi's long hair fluttered in the wind, and there was a cold look in her amber eyes.
"There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you're the one who breaks in!"
Wen Xi stood up and walked across the Ghost Gate like a god. "You once had the chance to reform, but you threw it away. Now you can only wait for every level of purgatory to torture you until you can't even die!"
Xiao Shaoyan, Nangong Jue and others looked at her powerful back with reverence and burning flames in their eyes.
"Bai Yi, send them all to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, especially Nangong Yao. He will never be able to be reborn. Let him suffer in endless torture for generations until his soul dies!"
"Yes, Miss!"
A white cat emerged from the ghost gate, walked freely in the air, and nimbly entered the fog.
In the fog, the shadow of the white cat grew bigger and bigger, covering all the evil spirits. From inside came the frightened whimpering of the evil spirits and the sound of chains colliding.
"Ah! Don't come over here, don't come over here! I'm the most powerful one, you can't send me to the underworld! I don't want to go to the eighteen levels of hell. I'm the most powerful patriarch of the Nangong family, and I want to stay in the world of the living!"
Nangong Yao, who had been crazy and confident just now, screamed miserably. He began to flee in panic, and his upper body had already escaped from the fog.
An iron chain was put around his neck and he was pulled back violently.
When the fog cleared, everyone saw a scene that was both terrifying and exciting.
Nangong Yao was wrapped in heavy chains and tied up! Groups of ghosts tightly grasped the limbs of Nangong Yao's soul and dragged him down.
The ghost gate has been opened, and the power of the underworld is pulling them in.
Nangong Yao was panicked and began to use various forbidden techniques in an attempt to escape.
Along with the forbidden technique, the entire ancestral hall began to shake.
The white cat stepped lightly on the souls of the evil spirits and suddenly jumped onto Nangong Yao's shoulder. There was a cold light flashing in the cat's eyes. It raised its paw and scratched Nangong Yao.
"ah!"
With a scream, scars appeared on Nangong Yao's soul, and all forbidden techniques were forced to stop and dissipate.
Nangong Yao collapsed all of a sudden, yelling in despair, but it was of no use. He was dragged down inch by inch by the group of ghosts to the gates of hell and into the eighteen levels of hell. What awaited him was endless torture.
“Meow…”
The white cat looked at Wen Xi and shouted, then stepped on the soul and completely closed the ghost gate.
In an instant, the ground returned to its original state, and the entire ancestral hall was a little messy, as if nothing had happened.
"Farewell, Dad!"
Watching Nangong Yao's soul completely enter the underworld, Nangong Wenli's eyes were complicated, and she felt relieved and vaguely happy.
"Hmm..."
Nangong Chi, who was lying on the ground, groaned and gradually woke up.
"Achi, are you okay?"
Nangong Wenli saw that he had woken up and hurriedly helped him up with concern.
"elder brother!"
Nangong Yue also knelt on the ground and looked at him with concern.
"Ah? Little ball, where's my little ball?"
Nangong Chi's eyes were clear yet confused. He pulled Nangong Yue's hand, tilted his head and asked her coquettishly.
"Brother, what's that little ball? Don't scare me, okay?"
Nangong Yue had seen Nangong Chi in this childish look before, and she was so scared that she almost cried.
Nangong Wenli's face changed drastically, and she shook Nangong Chi, "Achi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother, are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah! My head hurts. Stop shaking me!"
Nangong Chi was frightened by her, his face turned pale as he pushed her down, and hid behind Nangong Jing in fear, "Grandpa, please save me."
Nangong Wenli's heart was broken, and she cried and asked, "Uncle Jing, what happened to my Achi?"
Nangong Jing said in a complicated tone, "His soul has been suppressed by Nangong Yao for many years, which has had some impact. In the end, Nangong Yao even used his body to perform a forbidden technique, which backfired on his body."
"He's lucky his body wasn't destroyed. Due to the backlash, he lost two souls and three spirits, and his intelligence regressed to that of a child."
Wen Xi continued, speaking lightly.
Nangong Wenli burst into tears, "Is this a punishment for me? I lost my mother, I lost my husband, and now my only son is going to become like this."
Wen Xi scoffed, "Yes, it's indeed your own fault. If you didn't harbor evil thoughts, you wouldn't have suffered such bad consequences. It's just the cycle of cause and effect."
"What a causal cycle!"
Nangong Wenli forgot to cry for a moment. She stared blankly at Nangong Chi, who was afraid of her, and lowered her voice and said, "Child, I am your mother. Come, go home with your mother."
Nangong Chi hesitated for a while, but still walked over obediently.
Nangong Wenli took a deep breath, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed several times to Nangong Jing.
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