Ending
Nangong Ye lowered his forehead, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, just revealing his fangs knocking against his bright red lips. He looked down at the pieces of talisman paper on his body.
The talisman paper was absorbed by the formation, and Nangong Ye did not use 80% of his full strength. It would only take a few minutes for him to break free from it. Before that, he had to pretend to be subdued and look for the only flaw in the situation in front of him.
However, he soon discovered that the atmosphere among the people in front of him was particularly strange, and this strangeness was caused by the young man.
Nangong Ye was watching the unsuspecting boy vaguely, and quickly came up with an idea.
He knew the principle of "all fish must be destroyed, all fish must be broken". If he took the young man hostage, he could save his life temporarily, but he didn't know that there would be a reckoning later. Neither the Great God Demon Servant nor Song Liubai was someone he could afford to offend.
But if he wants to survive, this is the only way he can choose.
The talisman paper was broken instantly.
Song Liubai waved the talisman paper again and hit Nangong Ye.
And a flying sword was precisely pointed at the boy's neck.
With just a little force, he would tear through the flesh and mercilessly take the boy's life.
But the boy could not react at all, his eyes were dim and empty, as if only a shell remained there.
The talisman paper between Song Liubai's fingers began to burn. Nangong Ye's skin that was stained by the talisman paper emitted a disgusting smell. It seemed as if countless insects were crawling under the skin, accompanied by severe pain and burning sensation.
"Ah—Song Liubai, if you dare, I will let him be buried with me!" Nangong Ye's face became ferocious, his eyes wide and small, and he scratched his skin in pain, "As long as I have a change of mind, he will become the soul of the dead under my knife."
"Song Liubai, do you dare?"
Song Liubai, who was being questioned, did not say anything. He just turned around and looked in the direction of the young man. Then he lowered his head and chuckled a few times, and then he did not move again.
The controlled crowd rushed towards him.
Song Liubai didn't struggle either.
"Senior Brother!" Lin Xingwan hurried forward, trying to pull Song Liubai out of the encirclement, but was also trapped.
When the great demon servant saw this scene, he sighed and appeared beside the young man. Just as his hand touched the young man's shoulder, he saw that the sword not only did not move, but also made a buzzing sound.
There was an unknown look in the eyes of the Great God's Demon Servant. With just a glance, he fixed the restless sword in place. Then he twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the embarrassed Nangong Ye with disgust.
"It has come to this. My agreement with you has been fulfilled."
"I will make you the number one immortal sect in this world, but if this sword doesn't keep its eyes open, I don't mind taking the soul of a Mahayana cultivator."
The skin on Nangong Ye's face swelled abnormally, turning red. He said, "I've become this half-human, half-ghost appearance. I was clearly the one who put in the most effort just now. Shouldn't I get a few percentage points higher on the promise? Haha."
The Great God Demon Servant tilted his head slightly, ran his finger across his chin, and pretended to agree. "Okay~ Immortal cultivators should all want to ascend to heaven."
"Then I will save you from the thunder tribulation, how about that?"
Ascending to the sky is a life-threatening experience, and this exemption is something others dare not even think about.
But Nangong Ye had no intention of giving in. "Please, sir, let me live until that moment."
Yes, a word game, standing up for the thunder tribulation, haha, that sounds nice, but if I die before the thunder tribulation, so what...
The Great God Demon Servant smiled even deeper, "Okay, I'll let you live."
He agreed very easily.
This made Nangong Ye a little frightened, and he hesitated for a long time before letting go of the sword.
"Click--" the sword fell to the ground.
Nangong Ye slowly stood up with the help of someone beside him. He looked at the great demon servant and bowed respectfully.
The flesh on his face was being repaired bit by bit by the formation, but he still looked like a ghost. It seemed that Song Liubai's talisman paper technique was still quite powerful and could hurt the soul.
The Great Demon Servant spoke softly to the young man, saying, "Let's go."
"Also, remember to send over the body."
Nangong Ye nodded. "Don't worry."
The great demon servant took a step forward and was about to walk out.
"Boom——"
A violent explosion sounded in the hall.
Hundreds and thousands of talismans swept the crowd away and then flew towards the demon servant of the great god.
The other party didn't seem to think that Song Liubai still had any strength left. By the time he reacted, he had been concentrated by the talisman paper and thrown dozens of meters away, creating a hole in the sacrificial formation set up by Nangong Ye.
Nangong Ye was attacked by the formation. He looked down at his originally normal fingers. The skin was shrinking like withered flowers and trees. This phenomenon was not limited to one finger. The terrifying thing was that it was spreading to this one, and it was the irresistible aging of his dantian.
Not only that, Nangong Ye was surprised to find that the Dantian in his body was also emitting spiritual power. If this was not stopped, the regression of his cultivation would be a small matter, but he was afraid that he would never be able to break the cauldron again.
There is no need to think about it, it must be the weird thing caused by Song Liubai in front of him.
I'm afraid it's the talisman paper...
Nangong Ye was furious and raised his hand to strike out a palm wind with 80% of his strength.
But Song Liubai caught it with one hand and bounced it back.
Nangong Ye reaped the fruits of his own actions and was knocked to the ground by the palm strike. He was no longer able to get up. Perhaps the blood from his forehead fell into his eyes, and his vision was blurred by a red haze.
He looked up and saw a scene that was extremely terrifying to him. Song Liubai was like an evil ghost crawling out from the ground, making his hair stand on end and shivering uncontrollably.
He was afraid of dying...
Song Liubai was surrounded and attacked by a group of sect leaders, and despite his advanced physical skills, he was still injured.
Lin Xingwan gripped the sword tightly in her hand and stood side by side with him.
"Brother, what's next?"
"Keep an eye on him, let me take care of that guy." Song Liubai summoned a sword, but the sword that appeared was not the iron sword he usually used, but Xiao Cha's - Demon-Slaying Sword.
Lin Xingwan naturally recognized this sword, and immediately said in surprise, "Isn't this the Demon Slayer Sword? Senior Brother, how could you hold this sword? You and Junior Brother Xiao Cha..."
"Are you a Taoist couple?"
"Not yet, but it will be soon." Song Liubai was not surprised to see it appear. He raised his hand and touched the sword. The Demon-Slaying Sword quietly waited for Song Liubai's blood to drip into the weapon.
The finger was cut and blood entered the sword spirit.
Song Liubai swung his sword horizontally, and the sword energy seemed to be unstoppable, breaking the magic that the great demon servant had just used to control the person.
Then he leaped out of the hall.
The people who were slowly waking up were left at a loss.
Lin Xingwan looked at Song Liubai's figure, knowing that she could not help, so she thought about cleaning up the mess.
Lin Xingwan placed one hand on the motionless arm of Xiao Cha, set up a circle around him to prevent anyone from approaching, and then took out the immortal rope and tied up Nangong Ye, who was still breathing, tightly.
During this period, Nangong Ye had no intention of resisting. He looked around quietly and saw that the leaders of each sect were hiding in the hall in fear, looking at the fight outside the door. Remembering that he had set up a banquet to win over this group of "cowards", he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
The sect elder who was standing close to him saw Nangong Ye's miserable appearance and snorted with a hint of contempt and mockery. The dispute with Yinghua Pavilion had come to this point. Not only Nangong Ye, but the entire Liuli Sect would be dragged down.
The elder of Beishan Huaqin Sect pressed the issue, "Sect Master Nangong, what are you laughing at?"
Nangong Ye was naturally aware of this. Hearing the disrespectful tone of the sect elders beside him, he verbally challenged everyone, "How dare you still have the guts to stay here?"
"Why?"
"Didn't you see outside?"
"Neither of them is someone you can mess with. No matter who wins or loses, it will not be good for anyone." Nangong Ye tilted his head, his eyes covered by black stockings, revealing a bit of hostility.
One of them pointed and said, "Master Nangong, I'm afraid you were confused after being beaten. What grudge do we have against these two?"
Nangong Ye cursed softly: "Idiot!"
Lin Xingwan, who had noticed the commotion here, walked over quickly and said, "Silence! We are facing a powerful enemy, why are you fighting among yourselves?"
"Will Song Liubai let everyone here go?!" Nangong Ye's gaze shifted to Lin Xingwan, and he said coldly, "You old bastards, stop playing dumb. You know in your hearts whether this banquet is a Hongmen Banquet prepared for Yinghua Pavilion or not!"
Lin Xingwan: "Shut up. Whether it's right or wrong, we'll hand it over to the Immortal Supervisor after this."
"That's right, we didn't do anything!"
"Yes, all of this is Sect Master Nangong's idea. We haven't had time to do anything yet."
…
Nangong Ye looked directly into Lin Xingwan's eyes. "That young man has quite a background, and you actually think Song Liubai can defeat him? I've fallen into this state because of that young man's betrayal. If he does it once, he'll do it again. Before that, can you still guarantee that he won't abandon me, Sect Master Lin?"
When everyone heard this, their faces all turned colorful.
Lin Xingwan clenched her fists and said, "No, Song Liubai will not lose."
Nangong Ye lowered his forehead and slowly loosened his clasped shoulders. It would be strange if such pale words could comfort the surging crowd. From now on, he only had to watch the next good show quietly.
*
When Huai Zusu regained consciousness, he was knocked several meters away by a powerful sword force.
Not far away, Hu Qianji looked at the two people fighting in front of him, with invisible emotions in his eyes. Then he lowered his head and whispered a few words to Hu Man'er beside him. The latter immediately left quietly. At this time, Hu Qianji seemed to notice Huai Zusu and nodded his chin at him.
"What's going on?"
"The sound of the flute just now was strange, but this is a good opportunity." Hu Qianji turned and entered the hall.
Opportunity? A chance to turn things around.
Huai Zusu understood instantly and followed immediately.
When Hu Qianji stepped into the hall, the first thing he saw was Xiao Cha standing in a daze at the door.
His eyes regained their softness and a bit of greed for a moment, and then when he saw that it was Nangong Ye who was no longer as glorious as before, he narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment, and was about to give up the plan that had been in place for more than ten years.
"Master, are you alright?"
Hu Qianji dismissed the crowd around him, as if he wanted to protect Nangong Ye.
Lin Xingwan saw Hu Qianji appear, and she glanced at Nangong Ye, then silently stepped back a few steps. As a result, she saw the Demon King Huai Zusu of today. She shouted in surprise, "Huai Zusu! Why are you here?"
Huai Zusu put her hands on her hips and said, "Come and see what's going on."
Hu Qianji protected the injured Nangong Ye with one arm behind his back, and then began to pass spiritual energy to heal him. He looked up at Lin Xingwan and said, "Why did you hurt my master to such an extent?"
Nangong Ye felt his body wrapped in a gentle warm current, and seeing Hu Qianji's attentive look, he subconsciously relaxed his defense. At this moment, Hu Qianji slightly raised his fingertips, and a ball of black air quickly sank into Nangong Ye's body.
"Your master is in cahoots with the demon race. Do you know about this?" Lin Xingwan shook her head.
"What?" Hu Qianji's face showed a hint of surprise, and then he asked with a slightly trembling voice, "So this is why Huai Zusu appeared here. Master, I didn't expect you to be such a person."
Nangong Ye's eyes widened, but he couldn't say a word about the injustice he was facing, as if an invisible hand was holding his mouth tightly shut.
"What." Huai Zusu was also extremely shocked when he heard this. These arrangements were something Hu Qianji had never told him.
However, he did not say it directly, as he was curious about what Hu Qianji was planning.
But it was also at this moment.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall. Nangong Ye glanced over and saw disciples dressed in the clothes of Liuli Sect, surrounding the entrance tightly.
At this moment, he suddenly understood that the person in front of him was not a simple person at all.
Nangong Ye didn't know whether he was filled with hatred or anger. He bit the tip of his tongue between his teeth and stared at the child in front of him whom he had raised.
Hu Qianji raised one eyebrow at an angle that no one else could see. He raised his hand as if to heal Nangong Ye, and transferred spiritual energy to his chest.
Master, not giving away one’s true heart is the first lesson you taught us. Have you forgotten?
Almost instantly.
Nangong Ye felt a sharp pain in his dantian.
He has been stuck in a bottleneck in his cultivation for many years, and has never been able to break through and reach the calamity cloud of ascension. Hu Qianji has always known this, so he deliberately destroyed the dantian that he cared about the most.
He wants himself to die!!
Nangong Ye's eyes widened, with a ferocious red vein in them. He used the last of his willpower to stretch out and 'slap' Hu Qianji's hand that was protecting his dantian.
Unfortunately, this gentle pat was seen by others as the master comforting his disciple, and no one reacted.
"Uh..." Nangong Ye stared at Hu Qianji, his body unable to move at all. He could only feel his dantian gradually breaking in the silence and flowing away like water. His heart seemed to be tied up by something until it stopped beating.
Hu Qianji looked at the lifeless corpse in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
However, this could not be known to others. He raised his hand and placed it on Nangong Ye's back, which seemed to have regained some vitality. He stood up and helped the man to a chair on the side.
His method deceived everyone.
The only thing that was not fooled was Huai Zusu, a demon who was naturally sensitive to living things. He crossed his arms and nodded slightly.
In his mind, he couldn't help but compare himself with Hu Qianji, wondering who was the real demon.
Outside the door, there were some incidents in the fight between the two men.
After several rounds of fighting and comparing skills, Song Liubai's own spiritual energy began to deplete, while the great demon servant on the opposite side was still the same as usual.
If this continues, the loser will undoubtedly be Song Liubai.
The Great God's Demon Servant was not as relaxed as he seemed, and his hands were shaking unnaturally under his sleeves.
I have to admit that if I let Song Liubai continue to develop, there will definitely be variables that I can't control.
Therefore, even if Xiao Cha is brought back today, there is no guarantee that others will come to snatch her away.
It would be better to put an end to this matter today.
Thinking of this, he gathered strength in his hands, and several flags floated out of the space bag, then floated around Song Liubai.
Song Liubai was suppressed, and even though he raised the sword in his hand and chopped it down, he couldn't break through.
The great demon servant rushed out and disappeared into the flag formation.
Song Liubai had no choice but to be more vigilant. He tore off a few pieces of talisman paper and wrapped them around himself, waiting until he chopped at the slightest movement.
But he neglected it.
A big hand behind him, carrying 100% of the power above the Mahayana stage, hit Song Liubai on the back.
The man and the sword were knocked back dozens of meters.
When Song Liubai stood up, the serious injuries on his body almost made him fall again.
He wiped the blood from his forehead, knowing that if he used that move a few more times, he would surely die.
However, he was still thinking about the next countermeasures.
The great demon servant is already preparing for the second palm and fist attack.
However, no one expected that at this moment, the great demon servant stopped what he was doing and looked at the hall meaningfully.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
