Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Look, you can’t choose him…
A magical force supported Ye Nanque and made him sober again.
He heard Xue Shaoyan say, "You're always scolding me! At first, I thought you were trying to spur me on, but you always criticize me in front of others. You don't even know what my fellow disciples are saying about me behind my back! I only have the title of eldest disciple and eldest senior brother, but no one respects me! I look at other sects... Master, you don't know how much I envy them. The Holy Doctor Sect is the most friendly, the Xuan Sect itself has a broad-minded tradition, the Zen Sect never speaks ill of anyone, let alone its own people... Even the Sword Controlling Sect is united..."
What do you mean by “even the Yu Jian Sect”… What happened to their Yu Jian Sect!
Luo Heng, violent parenting is unacceptable... He's long known there's something wrong with this method! Scolding the child like this every day, and Xue Shaoyan's mental state is weak, will he rebel after being scolded?
"I hate you! Master, I hate you! I'm going to do things you don't like, I'm going to take revenge on you!" Xue Shaoyan shouted, as if he had shouted out all the emotions and grievances that had been pent up for many years.
Ye Nanque really wanted to say at this moment, since he wanted to take revenge on Luo Heng Zhenren so much, why not just take revenge on him? He had never scolded Xue Shaoyan before, so why did Xue Shaoyan have to trick him?
Luo Heng Zhenren said, "You evil creature! You usually seem useless, but now you dare to collude with the demons to harm your fellow disciples. Your master will not let you off easily!"
Xue Shaoyan was so provoked by him that his rationality completely vanished. "Master, just wait. Today, I will overturn the true way of cultivation that you talk about and let you see if I am really that useless."
Luo Heng Zhenren was cursing something, but Ye Nanque could no longer hear clearly.
He felt that he had endless energy, but his mind was in chaos.
His body seemed to be moving, but it was not controlled by his mind.
When he realized what was happening, his feet had already landed on the ground, but the power given to him by the stone was still continuing.
Someone in front of him looked at him with a look of surprise and said, "It's almost done."
What happened?
Ye Nanque didn't understand, he just felt...
"It's so annoying," he said.
In fact, it’s not just irritability, but a combination of excitement and irritability.
The man before him stared intently into his eyes, a demonic aura flickering across them. His voice slowly rang out, "The Demon Lord is annoyed because of them. They're the ones who are hindering his grand plan to unify the world."
I don't understand what this is talking about, but it feels very believable.
The man in front of him said again: "This world should belong to the Demon Lord. They are disrespectful to the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord cannot let them off easily."
That sounds reasonable...
How can this make sense? Wake up, Ye Nanque! ?
Ye Nanque?? Huh, what is Ye Nanque??
…Ah…my head hurts…
The formation was broken by several people in white. To be precise, it was not "broken". Although they broke in, they were obviously affected by the formation as soon as they stepped in. There were red lights entangled around them, and the eyes on the stone pillars changed angles with their movements, but they were always staring at them.
The expressions on these people's faces looked particularly serious. Someone rushed up to him and grabbed his shoulders: "Brother, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell? Are you injured?"
Someone else asked, "Ye Nanque, what's with that expression on your face? Are you really in cahoots with them?"
As more and more people arrived, voices of suspicion began to rise: "Ye Nanque...wasn't he dead? How come he's alive again? Isn't he a traitor?"
"Could it be that Ye Nanque has returned to the arena again?"
"This world of cultivation is about to change."
It’s so noisy… so annoying… so, so many people…
Ye Nanque looked at the person in front of him and for some reason wanted to attack him. The other party had great skills and dodged in time, but the disciples behind him were not so lucky and many of them were knocked to the ground.
——It feels great.
——You actually attacked him, Ye Nanque!
Two different emotions intertwined in his body. With the influx of power, the second voice gradually became inaudible.
Ye Nanque looked around and his eyes fell on Fang Kui: "What did you just say? Say it again."
Fang Kui immediately bowed and said, "You are the Demon Lord. You are the Demon Lord who leads us."
"Xiao Nanque, don't believe him! You're under the influence of the Stone of Sorrow! Don't be fooled by him!"
"Brother." The man who had dodged his high-five just now flew to his side again and put his arm around his waist: "I'll take you out of here first."
Mu Jiulin was about to fly his sword, but he saw Ye Nanque standing still, looking at him with an extremely cold gaze, with dark red demonic energy flowing in his eyes.
Mu Jiulin made up his mind and was about to use any strength when Ye Nanque made a quick move and slapped his wrist. If he was hit with such force, his bones would definitely be broken. His senior brother was serious.
Before he could think more, Ye Nanque had already used his moves one by one.
Wuyin fell to the ground without even looking at him. He gathered the magic energy in his hand, and the stone let out a shrill howl. In the blink of an eye, a strong wind blew over, and sand and stones blocked his vision. After a few breaths, Ye Nanque had a stone knife in his hand.
A closer look revealed the stone knife was riddled with cracks, formed from countless broken stones. The joints were brimming with demonic energy, a powerful glue that held the pieces together. Some of the broken stones seemed to want to escape, but were squeezed into pools of blood under the powerful pressure.
Mu Jiulin didn't care about anything else and summoned Hengshui to stand in front of everyone. "Brother, you have never been a demon king. You are Ye Nanque of the Yujian Sect. Fang Kui is still ruthless and is using the mourning stone to control you. You are not conscious now, so don't do anything that you will regret."
Ye Nanque paused, then turned to look at Fang Kui: "He said you lied to me?"
Fang Kui: "How dare I deceive the Demon Lord? These people are the ones who truly deceived the Demon Lord."
Ye Nanque paused again, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and he lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something. He spoke softly, as if talking to himself: "I am the Demon Lord, I can do whatever I want."
Although Ye Nanque spoke in a very low voice, everyone's attention was on him. Fang Kui quickly said, "Of course, you are the Demon Lord, you can do whatever you want."
Ye Nanque frowned: "I know, I'm not asking you."
He raised his hand and made a strangling gesture, and Fang Kui's body flew uncontrollably into Ye Nanque's hand and was firmly strangled by him.
Ye Nanque pinched Fang Kui's neck, and Fang Kui said in panic: "Demon, Demon Lord, are you going to..."
Before Fang Kui could finish his words, there was a snap and Fang Kui turned into powder in Ye Nanque's hands.
After the black powder was blown away by the wind, Ye Nanque looked at his hands, as if disgusted, as if puzzled, and said in a low voice with a kind of ignorant cruelty: "I can do whatever I want."
The change in the situation caught Xue Shaoyan off guard. He was dumbfounded and pointed at Ye Nanque, hesitating: "You, you are no longer under Fang Kui's control? How could you..."
Before he could finish his words, Ye Nanque had already flown over. The evil energy of the stone knife rolled up Xue Shaoyan's flesh, and Xue Shaoyan took a few steps back in pain. What was faster than his own was the magic weapon of Luo Heng Zhenren.
Luo Heng Zhenren's paintbrush flew out from his waist, lying between him and Ye Nanque, emitting golden light and forming a natural barrier.
Xue Shaoyan looked back and saw Luo Heng Zhenren making hand seals. It was she who manipulated the magic weapon to save Xue Shaoyan's life.
"What are you looking at? After this, I will punish you!"
Ye Nanque looked at the golden barrier in front of him. In just a second, the stone knife slipped out of his hand and rushed straight towards the vital point of Luo Heng Zhenren.
Yan Xi Chuang used the long silk to wrap around the stone knife, using softness to overcome hardness, making the moves unpredictable.
While Shi Dao was being entangled, Mu Jiulin approached Ye Nanque again: "Brother, don't you even recognize me?"
Luo Heng Zhenren said, "Why are you wasting time talking to him? He's no longer your senior brother! Ye Nanque has absorbed the evil energy of the mourning stone. Do you still think he's a human being? He's just a vessel now, a vessel that's even confused about itself!"
Mu Jiulin frowned slightly, slowed down his pace and approached a little: "Senior Brother."
I am here.
Ye Nanque was stunned for a moment, not knowing where the voice came from.
Mu Jiulin moved closer to him: "Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a headache or do you think it's too noisy here?"
yes.
Another answer that only Ye Nanque could hear.
Mu Jiulin slowly stretched out his hand and smiled at him: "Brother, can I take you to a quiet place?"
OK.
Ye Nanque frowned and looked at the hand extended to him, which looked somewhat familiar.
He raised his eyes again and looked at the strange young man standing before him. He didn't know why, but this person... gave him a different feeling than everyone else.
Ye Nanque narrowed his eyes, and the demonic energy around him began to flow rapidly.
A spear came barreling towards them, accompanied by someone shouting, "What are you doing? He's Ye Nanque! Do you still expect to reform him? Go ahead!"
As if he was suddenly awakened by the voice, Ye Nanque came back to his senses abruptly, and the stone knife came back to his senses with him. The stone knife instantly stopped entangled with the long silk, and turned into countless sharp pieces of stone that broke out of the long silk, cutting the long silk into strips of cloth. The magic weapon was destroyed, and its owner was also backfired. Yan Xichuang coughed up blood.
It was this mouthful of blood that touched the tense nerves of everyone present.
Yan Xichuang is already one of the best in this field. If even Yan Xichuang’s magic weapon can be destroyed by him so easily, then no one will be able to control Ye Nanque?
Someone immediately said, "What are you standing there for! Let's attack together! Are we going to keep him here and destroy the world of cultivation?"
This remark awakened many people, and Xuanzong's men said directly: "Form a battle array!"
A strong wind blew towards Ye Nanque. Ye Nanque was infuriated and, regardless of Mu Jiulin, he picked up his knife and went into the battle alone.
During the fight, someone was heard saying, "Jiang Caiyu! Who are you on your side? Why are you blocking the way?"
No one responded. After a moment, a group of people fell to the ground. Ye Nanque picked up his knife and chopped it casually, but it was blocked by a long sword. The swords collided with each other in a flash.
Don’t touch Hengshui!
Another inexplicable voice came. Ye Nanque shook his head, trying to recite the voice.
Someone discovered a pattern: "Ye Nanque will only go easy on Young Master Mu! Let Young Master Mu contain him!"
Even Yan Xichuang covered his heart and said, "Jiulin, you hold them back, and the rest of you... suppress Ye Nanque."
"Ha." A very short laugh emanated from Jiang Caiyu's throat. He raised his eyelids, and his eyes were as cold as Ye Nanque's, but he was different. He had never been controlled by the stone of grief before. "Suppress him? Or kill him?"
"Senior Jiang, we have no choice this time!"
"What's there to explain? Killing Ye Nanque is only natural. Hasn't the evil Ye Nanque harmed us enough?"
"What's wrong with Master Jiang? Is he still concerned about the friendship between fellow disciples?"
"Master Jiang, this is not the time to be soft-hearted! You absolutely must not be soft-hearted!"
There are a lot of noises again, too noisy.
Ye Nanque could no longer bear it and threw a piece of gravel. If it had not been deflected by Mu Jiulin's spiritual power, it would have just cut the throat of a speaking disciple.
Mu Jiulin looked at Jiang Caiyu standing next to Ye Nanque and gritted his teeth: "Brother, come here, come to my side, I won't hurt you..."
His voice was drowned out by a louder voice.
"Young Master Mu, hurry up, kill Ye Nanque, quickly!"
"If we don't get rid of Ye Nanque, he won't let us go!"
Jiang Caiyu's eyes became contemptuous and he moved his lips. Mu Jiulin knew what he was talking about.
Jiang Caiyu said, you see, you can't choose him.
Jianshan shone with a dazzling light he had never seen before. Jiang Caiyu gripped his sword tightly and said to everyone, as if to himself, "I will never... abandon him again."
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