The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 171: Master, the Confucianism is dead

Chapter 171: Master, the Confucianism is dead

Nangong Liu was obviously forced to retreat by her, and she had to say: "Okay, of course, I am hurting you, but this matter needs to be long-term, we still said that we are good, you first let the head of the order, let Jiangdong The court seeks to be shaded by the Confucianism Gate. After the two parties merge, we will..."

"No!" Yan Liangji said, his eyes were a little red. "I was... I just believed you, what happened? You turned your head and went to swear... This time is not! You have to give me a quasi Then, don’t you marry me?”

"........."

Seeing him hesitate, she is even more annoyed, she shouted: "Nan Gongliu, how long do you want your mother-in-law? I can kill my husband for you and me - you?? Don't you dare to point? !"

"what!"

Seeing this, everyone is ashamed.

Xue Zhengyi was also extremely surprised. He whispered to Mrs. Wang: "Is the front door of Jiang Dongtang actually killed by her?"

This Jiangdongtang is also missing the sky. Although the former head is dead, there are still many old subordinates in the martial art, not to mention his two brothers. When he rushes up, he will fight with Yan Liangji.

"Big brother is you killing?"

"You, how can you bear it! If you are too long, you are ten years old, but it is very good for you, you - you are a snake woman! You are still my brother's life!"

There is a fight in the quarrel, but the fire is still there, and a pair of shocking and smashing fragments are broken and unfolded. In the infinitely bright light, all the past will be stinking and invisible. Now in front of the world. These things are not only related to the Confucianism, but also to almost all the martial art in the upper cult, and countless related to the overhaul of the famous scholars who came to the meeting.

After Jiangdongtang, Wushou Temple, Huohuangge, Bitanzhuang... Even the Kunlun Snow Palace, which has always been dusty, has the high-level disciples and elders’ scandals lit up one by one. In addition to Nangong's own memories, and the memories he has collected all these years, he is naked and naked in front of everyone.

Among them, even the collusion of the predecessor of Nangong Liu and Wuxi Temple in the past was recorded.

"Master, tomorrow is the Lingshan Conference. Winning and losing is extremely important to me. My father is too stupid. If I lose to my younger brother at the event, then I am afraid... I have no connection with the head. ""

"The Nangong donor does not have to panic. Before the old man handed over your spell scroll, can you remember it?"

"Remember."

Master Zen Zen does not need to laugh: "That day, you don't have to worry about winning or losing. Just try to make the spells on the scrolls one by one, and the younger brother will not be your opponent."

Nangong Liu did not understand: "The younger generation is dull, please also show the master."

"The magic scroll is the secret of the secret of the South Palace, and it is determined to work hard at the Lingshan Conference."

"Ah." Nangong Liu was extremely surprised. "Since it was created by the younger brother, then I...how can I use his spells to defeat him?"

Master Tianzen smiled slightly: "Nangong is a lonely man. After studying this method, he never wants to communicate with others. He hides in the cave day and night. He said that this spell is his own, who believes?"

"..."

"You are not the same, Nangong donor. I am insured with the four palaces of the Snow Palace. As long as we all say that you have seen this spell, you will kill it again. This technique is the result of your study. Even if the younger brother can't escape the lotus, he can't escape the 'stolen brother's unique fairy law', this crime."

The master of heavenly Zen is self-satisfied.

"When the reputation is dirty, it is the meaning of the thousands of people. There is never a day to turn over. What is the use of winning the conference?"

"It turns out that..." Nangong Liu Yan’s eyes widened, like a squatting, holding a fist, "Thank you for the master's guidance! After the younger succession, the covenant will be covenant with the master. After the event, the Confucian martial arts and the Wushou Temple - Make a good year!"

The rolling scrolls that followed the night, all the people hated by Xu Shuanglin, all those who offended him, teared the sores in front of everyone. Both the monk and the people near the Confucianism Gate were attracted by the fire that flashed the picture, and saw all the scorpions buried under the Chinese robes and stinking.

When the door of the ghost world was cut, Xu Shuanglin Zeng could smile and said:

"I want to ruin the hearts of all of you."

Until now, the porridge porridge talents understand, what is the real meaning of his sentence.

Nangong is known as the elder of the frost forest. It has been so many years of ruined Confucianism. It is not only the destruction of the 72 cities of Confucianism, but also the foundation of the century.

What he wants to destroy is all the people he can't understand.

All those who have taken him, smearing him, for the sake of public and private interests, to force him to the road.

And his brother Nangong Liu, just in this revenge festival, the first person to order. After that, one head, one elder -

As long as they have angered Xu Shuanglin, no matter who they are, they will not escape the blazing punishment.

In the endless night of the fire, Chu Yuning suddenly remembered the **** young boy in Luo’s memory, and Zeng Xiaoyu said a word.

There are men in Linyi, and twenty hearts are dead.

A spy group of talents, talented teenagers, have never been treated fairly, calculated, murdered, and excluded by their own family. The spells created by the pains are swallowed up, and those who swallow his spells will end up hitting him and refer to him as a thief.

What a ridiculous thing is this...

Twenty hearts are dead.

On the Jincheng pool, between the peach blossoms, Xu Shuanglin’s white son once laughed and said that he is a ghost who climbed out of **** and wanted to live to the living.

Chu Xi Ning looked into the eyes and went to the various factions in the world. It was a heart-wrenching, chaotic, so-called tree collapsed, and stopped the Confucianism.

Xu Shuanglin used his last half life as a firewood to ignite this fire of revenge.

he made it.

"boom!"

Suddenly a loud bang, the seventh city of Confucianism, the direction of the dark city, suddenly burst into a purple sky, so that everyone can not open their eyes.

When the leaves are forgotten, the Jianmei is upright: "Not good!"

When I said that I was going to the Imperial City in the direction of the dark city, Nangong grabbed her, and the unruly face seemed very embarrassing in a short night, almost collapsed. But he still clung to the shoulders of the leaves, hoarse and said: "Don't go."

"But the evil spirits under the Golden Drum Tower are coming out. The Confucianism Gate has held thousands of evils in the past 100 years. If they have broken the seal and come to this world..." Ye said that he had not said it, but he felt chilling.

Nangong said: "What is the use of you?"

"I……"

"Leaves the past, you are the Confucianist, you have done enough." Nangong looked empty, his hand lifted up, for a moment, seems to want to wipe the mud off the cheeks on the cheeks, but ultimately Just moving, nothing was done.

"Don't waste any more effort," he said. "The Golden Drum Tower needs to be tied to the door and the power of the Ten Elders to be stable. You go and die."

"I know it is to die, but even if it is sent to death," Ye forgets the news, and looks very painful. "Even if it is sent to death, I don't want to stand by. If the Golden Drum Tower breaks, the group demon comes to the world, the Confucianist door... ...must be pointed out by thousands of people...you..."

"Do you think that the Golden Drum Tower is not broken, will the Confucianism Gate not be pointed out by the thousands of people?" Nangong sneered, his lips were stained with blood that had dried up, and his smile became more and more desolate.

"Don't be stupid, Confucianism has come to an end. Are you alive, are you? Because I really..." Nangong closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, his throat choked. "I really don't want anyone to die for this martial art." ……not worth it……"

In the raging fire, Ye Ye was eagerly looking at the Nangong Temple, and he was anxious to say something in the future. He suddenly heard the sound of the turbulent pagoda in the direction of the dark city. She turned her head and saw thousands of bright whites. The streamer fluttered from all over the golden drum tower and disappeared into the night.

The leaves are forgotten and the blood is lost: "The Golden Drum Tower... is going to fall..."

"boom--"

The earthquake trembled, and the land at the foot began to be torn apart. With the suppression of the Great Demon in the Confucian Golden Drum Tower for hundreds of years, it turned into a strong blood red glow, and the red light was like an amazing big fish. The tail is like a red lotus in full bloom, and the big fish makes a groaning sound. The sound waves shook thousands of miles away and the trembles trembled. It rushed to the direction of the East China Sea, and the smashing pagoda burst into 10,000 bricks. Broken tile, the place where the sword is too close to the pagoda, was slammed by the big demon's air, and it was photographed in the burning fire. Even the screams were too late to be sent, and it was burned to coke.

"what is that?"

"Hey!!"

The people next to him smelled the air and hugged their own swords. The demon winds were not slammed down, and they shouted: "What do you want to roll? Why do you want me to roll?"

"What is rolling? I said this is '?'-! One of the ancient beasts! Legend of the first door of Confucianism, Nangong Changying once surrendered to the beasts in the East China Sea, and made the Golden Drum Tower prisoner - I can't think of... I don’t think it’s true!”

The beast was born, although the vitality has not been restored, and the town has been under the pagoda for a long time, there is still a lingering priest to the Taoist, so he did not stay for a long time to escape to the East China Sea, but the rolling wave that it picked up is not to be underestimated, burning The robbery of the Confucianist Gate was almost a few feet high by this wave, and the original safe place was instantly slammed into flames.

Xue Zhengyi passed through the battlefield and immediately shouted: "Run fast!! Run fast!"

For a time, the bricks and sands fell, and he finished the sound. The iron fan carried Mrs. Wang and shunned away in the distance. The rest of the monks also fled, but they also played in full swing, and you lived and died, such as Yan Liangji and his own martial art. The elders, they didn't have time to get out, and they didn't even want to get out of the way. The moment they were swallowed up by the fire, the eyes of their eyes were still shining, and the two sides shone with deep hatred...

In this regard, the fly is gone.

Nangong ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"If you can't move, let's go first."

"but……"

When the ink burned off, he told the Nangong: "Go! I will take the sword and go out!"

Seeing the fire has been horrible, the speed is getting closer and closer, Nangong screams, and hugs the leaves from behind, and disappears into the night with her wolf.

The trees are falling down, the orange forest burning and screaming, the wind is filled with a citrus sound, and there is no time to delay, the ink burns to call for a long sword, and together with the Chu nightning, the fire has not burned in front. Avoid the place.

Behind him, the Tianhuang of the Confucianist Gates is splendid, and the centuries are splendid, just like the tens of thousands of heels of the corridors and the fierceness of the pastures. They are all in the flames that are rolling in the tide, and they are destroyed overnight.