"uncle!"

Jiang Zhige looked anxious and took out the elixir to try to save Nangong Zhen.

Nangong Zhen shook his head and refused, saying weakly: "Boy, from now on, my daughter will be named after you."

In terms of elixirs, his elixirs are much better than Jiang Zhige's, but this was an attack caused by a powerful person who had entered the saint realm, and even a fifth-grade elixir might not be able to save him.

"uncle."

Jiang Zhige's face was covered with tears and he was choking with sobs.

"Separation and death are human nature. My daughter won't like you crying like this."

Nangong Zhen looked weak, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes became increasingly cloudy.

When he was on the verge of death, Nangong Rou's face gradually appeared in his mind.

Although he really wanted Nangong Rou to take back what she said, "You are not my father", unfortunately Nangong Zhen no longer had any extra time.

All he could do was to agree to let Nangong Rou change her name to Rou, so that she would know that her father was not really opposed to her being with Jiang Zhige.

Having said that, although Nangong Rou is neither quiet nor gentle, if you think about it carefully, gentle does seem to sound better than quiet.

Jiang Zhige lowered his head and suppressed his crying, his heart filled with self-blame and desolation.

"Uncle, have a safe journey."

At this moment, Nangong Zhen's eyes were dull and there was no hope for life.

If Jiang Zhige looked closely, he would have seen a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, ever since he started practicing such a life-shortening technique, Nangong Zhen no longer cared about his own life or death. It was much better to die in this way than to die quietly sitting in the mansion.

Moreover, Jiang Zhige's tears also made Nangong Zhen understand that his daughter had indeed found a trustworthy man.

With such a good son-in-law, Nangong Zhen no longer had any concerns about the rest of his daughter's life and went to his death with a smile on his face.

Jiang Zhige gently put down Nangong Zhen's body, lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"I want you to be buried with your uncle."

The sound was extremely eerie, as if it came from the Netherworld of Hell, making one's hair stand on end.

The white-browed old man was so frightened that he turned pale and retreated as fast as he could to the outside of Zixiao City.

Jiang Zhige stood up, took out the Tianjiu Fangxu Ji, and threw it fiercely at the white-browed old man.

The pitch-black giant halberd was as fast as thunder. Before the white-browed old man could react, it pierced his body.

The white-browed old man didn't even have time to scream as he turned into a cloud of blood mist and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Jiang Zhige immediately turned around and walked towards Monk Jin Guang, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Obviously, he was not going to let Monk Jin Guang die as easily as the old man with white eyebrows.

Monk Jin Guang was still not afraid of death and even showed a happy smile.

When he rushed to Zixiao City to resist the evil cultivators, he never thought that he could go back alive. It was already a huge profit if he could drag a scum who assisted the evil cultivators to be buried with him before he died.

"You evil creature, I'll be waiting for you in the underground!"

Monk Jin Guang was unwilling to die at the hands of an evil cultivator, so he reversed his own spiritual power and attempted to blow up his own Yuan Hai and die.

Jiang Zhige flashed in front of Monk Jin Guang, raised his hand to strangle him by the neck, and easily interrupted his self-destruction.

Monk Jin Guang had an ugly look on his face. He had not expected that Jiang Zhige could interrupt the cultivator's reversal of spiritual power so easily.

"Old bald donkey, is it too easy to die like this?"

There was a faint light flickering in Jiang Zhige's eyes, and he was ready to use Tiansha's soul power to torture Monk Jin Guang.

"Jiang Zhige!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Zhige's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at the person who came. It was Nangong Rou who was supposed to be dozens of miles away.

Nangong Rou's eyes were red, and she shouted at the top of her lungs: "What on earth are you doing? Are you going to continue killing people?"

"But Rou'er, he took his uncle..."

"So what? Do you know how many people were killed by the halberd that split the Purple Sky City?!"

Jiang Zhige's heart trembled. It was Tiansha who controlled the body at that time, and he had never considered this at all.

"That's enough. Let's stop here and let him go."

"Rou'er, but he killed your father"

Jiang Zhige lowered his head. How could he let go of the enemy who killed Nangong Zhen?

"What else can we do? He came to Zixiao City for justice. If you kill him now, you will have no way out!"

Nangong Rou burst into tears and almost collapsed.

How could she not hate her father's murder? But Monk Jin Guang had no evil intentions, and he also had an excuse to kill Nangong Zhen for the sake of the common people.

Jiang Zhige has no way back now that he has killed Monk Jin Guang. Even if he has not lost his mind, he will still be hunted down by monks all over the world.

Jiang Zhige understood Nangong Rou's meaning. He was silent for a long time, but finally let go of Monk Jin Guang.

He was not afraid of being hunted down, but he was afraid that it would implicate the Nangong family.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault”

Jiang Zhige's voice trembled and he clenched his fists.

If he could save Nangong Zhen, perhaps things wouldn't be so complicated.

Monk Jin Guang was stunned. He couldn't believe that a demon cultivator would suppress his urge to kill, and he also killed Nangong Zhen, whom Jiang Zhige valued very much.

Nangong Rou stepped forward, held Jiang Zhige's hand, and said in a tearful voice, "Okay, let's go quickly. Just like we agreed, let's leave Zixiao City together."

"Rou'er, I..."

Jiang Zhige did not move, as if he did not dare to respond to Nangong Rou.

He is a demon cultivator. Even if he has not lost his mind, he is still a demon cultivator. Even if he does not kill Monk Jin Guang, he will still be hunted down and killed by countless righteous cultivators.

Nangong Zhen had already been killed today, and Jiang Zhige couldn't imagine the scene of killing Nangong Rou one day.

"Don't be ridiculous! Didn't you promise that you would never leave me again?!"

Nangong Rou's voice choked with sobs as she held Jiang Zhige's hand tightly.

Looking at Jiang Zhige who seemed to be hesitant to speak, she felt a sense of panic for some reason.

Just as things were getting more and more complicated, a figure suddenly appeared behind Nangong Rou and knocked her out.

"aunt?"

Jiang Zhige was startled. The person who came was Xi Zhizhen.

Xi Zhizhen reached out to catch the unconscious Nangong Rou and said with a sigh, "Xiao Jiang, make your own decision."

Jiang Zhige lowered his head and fell into silence, standing there for a long time without saying a word.

Not far away, Monk Jin Guang was also staying where he was.

Feeling the heavy atmosphere all around him, for the first time in his nearly thousand years of life, he felt like he had done something wrong.

Is this young man in front of him, who looks like an ordinary person and has so many people trust him unconditionally, really the devil cultivator he has in mind?

I don't know how much time passed before Jiang Zhige finally made some movement.

He walked up to Xi Zhizhen, his eyes dim, and reached out to gently touch Nangong Rou's tear-stained face. Jiang Zhige really wanted to take Nangong Rou with him, wanted to give Nangong Rou happiness, and wanted to stay with Nangong Rou forever.