In fact, what she wanted to say before was to tell Jiang Zhige that Nangong Rou was about to be in danger.

As Nangong Rou's good friend, it is reasonable for her to say these words.

But for Ning Qiu Shui, Nangong Rou should be her 'enemy', so why did she take the initiative to tell Jiang Zhige about this?

Is Ning Qiu Shui really worried about Nangong Rou's safety on behalf of Jiang Zhige, or does she know that Mo Ziyan will tell the truth, so she tells Jiang Zhige in advance to win his favor?

Mo Ziyan shook her head and didn't dare to think too much. She just felt that Ning Qiu Shui was unfathomable and difficult to guess his thoughts.

In fact, Mo Ziyan was just overthinking this. Just as Ning Qiu Shui had told Jiang Zhige that Mo Ziyan was in danger, she didn't care that much about their affairs.

Ning Qiu Shui just did what she was supposed to do and tried her best to consider the person she loved, Jiang Zhige.

Since Jiang Zhige cares about Nangong Rou, she will not deliberately hide these things.

As long as she has tried her best and has not gone against her will, Ning Qiu Shui will not let herself have any regrets even if she is rejected by Jiang Zhige in the end.

Three days later, in Xuancang Holy Land.

After several days of fierce fighting, many cultivators led by Nangong Rou had been killed or injured, and no longer had the strength to resist Bai Wuji's army of monsters.

On the Conferred God Platform, the monks with lost fighting spirit looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with despair and sorrow.

At this moment, there was a huge black hole in the sky above Xuan Cang, emitting endless chaotic demonic energy.

Before long, Bai Wuji will lead the monsters to attack this place again, and now the cultivators have no power to resist.

Thinking of the palace of Emperor Xuan Cang, the most sacred place in the heaven, which was about to become the first territory of the heaven successfully conquered by a foreign land, the cultivators felt extremely desolate and did not even have the energy to feel angry.

Only then did they realize how powerless they were.

Emperor Xuan Cang is not here, how can they not even be a match for Bai Wuji, not to mention the three Demon Emperors who are still eyeing them from outside the domain? After a hundred years, when the formation is completely broken, the heavens will probably be even more miserable than those lower planes that have been invaded.

The only supreme God who could stop all this was murdered by these ridiculous villains.

Inside the Zhengyang Temple, Nangong Rou knelt alone in the center, staring blankly at the place where Jiang Zhige had been forced to half-kneel on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, tears welled up in Nangong Rou's eyes, and she murmured, "Brother, if only you were still here."

At this moment, she realized that she had nothing to commemorate Jiang Zhige.

But Jiang Zhige kept one of her hairpins for thousands of years.

Thinking about it now, let alone her memory being modified, even if it wasn't, her love for Jiang Zhige was probably not even one thousandth of Jiang Zhige's love for her.

She just enjoyed the doting, but when Jiang Zhige left, Nangong Rou was left with nothing.

"Brother. Brother."

As time passed, Nangong Rou's tears did not subside, but became more and more violent.

What tormented her most at this moment was not the shame of not being able to protect the heaven, nor the fear of impending death, but the guilt and regret that was as vast as the ocean when she thought of Jiang Zhige's past kindness.

Such an impeccable brother was pushed to death by his own hands.

Whenever Nangong Rou recalled the past, she would feel extremely miserable, and the pain was magnified countless times in this moment of despair.

She really wanted to enjoy the scenery with Jiang Zhige again, and she really wanted to be in Jiang Zhige's arms again.

Unfortunately, everything was ruined by her own hands.

"Nangong Rou, come out and die!"

After a while, Bai Wuji's deep shout suddenly came from the sky.

Nangong Rou gritted her teeth, wiped away her tears, stood up and walked out of the hall.

Now, she is no longer just a little girl hiding behind her brother, but the only remaining hope in the entire heaven.

Crying all the time won't change anything.

At least at this time, Nangong Rou had to be strong and not let the dead Jiang Zhige be disappointed in her again.

Above Xuan Cang, Bai Wuji stood outside a black cave, surrounded by many demon cultivators, and countless ferocious monsters continuously poured out of the cave.

Seeing Nangong Rou's red eyes, Bai Wuji burst out laughing and said sarcastically, "How ridiculous! A half-emperor who has achieved the third level of the Heavenly Wheel can only cry and wait for death now?"

Facing this half-emperor demon cultivator and the endless siege of numerous monsters, Nangong Rou is already at the end of her strength and will surely die if she fights again today.

Nangong Rou's face was gloomy, and she said in a cold voice: "Bai Wuji, you are unworthy of being a person in the heaven!"

"So what? Just because I was born here, should I defend the heaven till death? Die for the so-called common people?"

Bai Wuji sneered sinisterly and didn't take Nangong Rou's words seriously at all.

"Fairy Nangong! Why bother talking to such a villain?"

Nangong Rou didn't say anything, but the monks on the Conferred God Platform could no longer tolerate Bai Wuji's expression.

"That's right. Today, I will not stop until I die."

Nangong Rou's figure floated up into the air, and nine crystal clear glazed swords surrounded her body.

"Until death!"

"Until death!"

The monks then took to the air, some rushing towards the monsters with spiritual weapons in hand, some casting spells from a distance.

"You are such a hypocritical villain. If you don't know what's best for you, then all of you should die."

Bai Wuji's eyes were gloomy, and he also had a strong murderous intent towards all the cultivators.

This group of monks were willing to fight for all living beings in heaven with their lives. However, when the Bai family was wiped out, how many people came forward to rescue them?

For a moment, thousands of lights flashed, dazzling the eyes.

Some people worked together to cast the Tongtian Formation, killing thousands of monsters in an instant.

Some people used their fists as martial arts and engaged in close combat with the Wanluo Realm's astonishingly skilled demon cultivators.

There were also people who used their magical powers to cast a mighty force, drawing on the might of the Dao to continuously bombard and kill monsters.

Everyone has at least reached the saint realm in terms of cultivation, and is also brave enough to fear no death. Unfortunately, the gap in numbers is too great.

Every time nearly ten thousand monsters die, a strong man will fall with them.

Not to mention, the strongest demon cultivators around Bai Wuji had been standing by with their arms folded and watching coldly.

The cultivators can only place their last hope on Nangong Rou. If Nangong Rou is also defeated by Bai Wuji, no one will be able to protect the Xuancang Holy Land.

At this moment, the battle between Nangong Rou and Bai Wuji has begun.

She was agile and kept distance from Bai Wuji, controlling nine glazed swords to attack him back and forth.

The speed of the spirit sword is so fast that it is hard to describe even at the speed of lightning. Every time the sword is swung, it contains terrifying sword intent, which can easily pierce the body of a half-emperor at the same level.

Bai Wuji had anticipated this, and while transforming into a black mist ghost and chasing after the enemy, he was also able to accurately avoid the attacks of the spirit sword.