"Don't go forward! Go back! Go back! Go to the foot of the mountain!"

Cold and violent, everyone turned back and saw the darkness of the black clothes rus.h.i.+ng to the ground. Behind him, a female corpse chased and rushed, and the mouth made a terrible roar.

Xue Zhengxuan was shocked: "Fire? How? What happened?!"

"Retreat! Go back!" Under the black-browed eyebrows, a pair of eyes like a bayonet out of the sheath, he shouted at the South Palace, "Nangong! Falling in front of the stone of rejection!"

Nangong Temple immediately rushed to the top - on the grave of the loyal soul group, it was the grave of the high-ranking disciples of the Confucianists. In order to prevent future generations, a long wall was set up between the two ma.s.s graves to block Use.

He rushed to the ground, and Ye Yexi was close behind, but before he reached the wall of resentment, the pace of Nangong’s scorpion suddenly stopped:

I saw the upper end of the mountain road, and slowly walked down a group of people, each wearing a Tsing Yi crane, flying with a sling, and glanced at it, as if the Confucianist door had not been extinguished, Hao Hao Tang Tang came to a group of heroic disciples. The end is a grand momentum, amazing.

But Nangong knows that it is wrong.

The leaves are also clear.

There is a difference between these Confucian disciples and their previous days and nights, that is, everyone's eyes are covered with a blue ribbon embroidered with crane shadows.

It seems to be a very small difference, but the people in Nangong’s family understand what it means—the living person will never tie this cover ribbon. This is the funeral worn by the division door before the burial of the Confucian disciples. It means that the eyes cover the clouds, drive the cranes to the West, and grow to the endless...

The downhill is all the dead of the Confucianist! !

Nangong squatted back, raised his hand, and subconsciously stopped the leaves.

He didn't look back, only whispered: "You go down."

"..."

"Go! Go and tell Mo Zongs.h.i.+, it's too late." Nangong駟 took a deep breath and spit out a trembling of microstrips. "The high-level disciples of the Confucianist dynasty have all corpses and are pus.h.i.+ng down the mountain."

"how about you?!"

"I stopped for a while, you hurry." Nangong 駟 側 側 , , , , 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南

Ye forgets to bite her lips. She knows that there is no place to look back. The last thing she can do is to solve her own quiver and throw it to Nangong, Shen Sheng: "Next. You don't always remember to take more."

When she rushed to the mountainside, there was a fierce battle. The former sorcerer of the Confucianist servant was coming from the bushes and behind the rocks. All the locusts that could be hidden were coming out and rushed to the facing monks. . These corpses are all dressed in shrouds, pale, and mixed in the different monks of the costumes, like snow and waves, far from seeing is spectacular, but the price of this spectacular is too great, the time of the mountain screams, shouting one slice.

Ye forgets to see a few c.o.c.kroaches that have been smashed by the spirits in the fierce battle. There are only clothes and a rough figure. Her righteous father is like a rabbit, leaving them with a calm and loyal "loyalty." In fact, the corpse of the scorpion has been summoned out and hidden in the dark, just to wait for them to go to the highest place, to mobilize the "high-ranking disciples" in front, killing in front, and smas.h.i.+ng in the back.

He laid the net, they are the fish in the net.

Ye Forgetting found a smoldering in the melee: "Mo Zong s.h.i.+!"

The ink was fighting with the five dead bodies, and when he heard the sound of the leaves, he jerked his head and said, "What?"

"Sample" has not been said yet, and I saw the face of the leaf, and I know the answer.

The ink burned and slammed, and it happened that a zombie had bitten his arm. He couldn’t get rid of it. In his anger, he simply put his hand into the zombie’s mouth, his eyes twitching, his hands working hard, and the zombies The slippery tongue is torn out!

"Hey!"

The black blood splattered, and the zombie couldn't bite him anymore. He was elbowed on his chest and fell to the ground.

The ink burned black and horrible, and looked awkward. When she looked at the leaves again, she even made a cold greeting. But she immediately stabilized herself and said: "Auntie let you retreat as soon as possible, and retreat to the foot of the mountain to wait for him!"

The ink ignited a nod, and the sound of the arpeggio spread his voice throughout the film.

"Don't be in love, go to the foot of the mountain, and all go back to the foot of the mountain."

Huang Xiaoyue was in a hurry: "We have already prepared for a life and death with Xu Shuanglin. This scene is expected as early as possible. How can I retire now?"

The ink burns no matter what he is, the man is a dead bird for the food and death, Huang Xiaoyue wants to rush to the top of the mountain, to find the treasures hidden in the Temple of Heaven in the Confucianism Temple. That is the old man’s own business, he is still Speaking resoundingly: "Don't want to die, go down the mountain! Immediately! Go on!"

Although the corpses of these servants are not strong, they are not the civilian bodies of the hands of the arrogant mountains. They are amazing, and they are not afraid of pain. The former servants are coming up, and when the people retreat to the foot of the mountain, they have already More than a dozen monks died in the war.

Of course, Huang Xiaoyue also retreated. He also knows that with his own ability, it is impossible to kill the peak alone.

But he sneered with a beard and said: "Mr. Mozong, this is good. The person who wants to come to Lushan is you. Half of it, the person who let us back is also you. You can really be able to do it. What should I do now? If you want to start, let us follow you slumber and quit the enchantment?"

This grandson’s life is not enough for the Emperor’s shoes. It’s not enough to kill him. In this life, it’s because the ink is no longer the master of darkness, and it’s a clear and correct master, so you can’t be a big man. The next fan is the ear sc.r.a.per.

But the ink can choose to ignore him at all.

Huang Xiaoyue wants to say it again. Suddenly, there is a burst of smoke in front of him. It’s actually Nangong’s riding a re-enacting real demon wolf, white gold, and a blast like a high-ranking disciple behind him, Huang Xiaoyue’s glance Go, shocked: "Oh, it’s awesome! Count!"

The ink burned and narrowed his eyes, and the old things finally reacted. I know that this is the ambush under Xu Shuanglin's cloth. It is not stupid.

However, the second half of Huang Xiaoyue is: "Nan Gongzhu! You are so courageous! I actually gathered in the Lushan Mountain, and I want to fight against the rest of the sects?"

Ink burning: "..."

The Nangong crouched low above the demon wolf, robbed the road, and Naobaijin was as fast as the arrow of the string, and the corpses chasing him behind him went further and further. At this time, Huang Xiaoyue responded that he had misunderstood him, but he did not have any slightest embarra.s.sment. Instead, he looked at the zombies that were approaching the tide line and approaching them. The throat was moving.

Nangong rushed into the crowd, leaping from the demon wolf, stuffing the quiver into the forgotten arms, and breathing: "There are still left in the arrow, first you, you take everyone, evacuate ""

The leaf was originally heard in the first half of the sentence, and my heart was slightly loose, but the latter part made her suddenly raise her head and stared at Nangong’s face: “What are you going to do?”

"A little thing."

On the side of Huang Xiaoyue, the high-ranking disciples of the Confucianism Gate are getting closer and closer. Seeing that they will fight against the ancient Confucianism Gate Yingjie hundreds of years ago, he has a night of sweat and tears and shouts his head: "Nangong Yu! You are a very harmless thing!" Why are you like this! Why do you want to bring these monsters to us? Want us to kill the enemy for you?"

Seeing Nangong, I don’t look at him, and I don’t say anything. Huang Xiaoyue is extremely angry and trembles. “Well, I finally know what you are playing. You are afraid that one person will not go to the top of the mountain. To the treasures that your Laozi has left for you, so we will lead our people to your broken hill and open the way for you! Nangong駟! You are so poisonous!"

Seeing that he was talking more and more, Xue Zhengxi, standing next to him, couldn’t help himself, frowning: "Well, Huang Daochang, you will say less."

"Less what? Why should I say less?" Huang Xiaoyue did not put the next revision in his eyes. He would probably calm down on weekdays, taking into account the face of Xue Zhengxuan, but at the moment of crisis, where is he still pretending? Mind, pointing to the Nangong Temple, he said, "Sure enough, the son of a scorpion, the heart of the tiger and wolf! You actually use such a famous hero to clean up the roadblock for you! Where are you coming from?"

Nangong Temple: "..."

Huang Xiaoyue still did not give up, roaring: "People like you should have died to thank the world, but you actually escaped from the corpse, you also brought these animals to us, you -"

"Snapped!"

A very loud slap in the face, squatting on the face of Huang Xiaoyue.

The gentleman's wind leaves the past, still maintaining her slap in the face of Huang Xiaoyue, shaking slightly, panting, staring, staring at the person who fell to her.

"brute."

She whispered open.

"My Confucian hero is in front of me, I want you to speak out loudly!!"

The crowds of Jiangdongtang began to draw swords, pointing to the leaves, and a middle-aged woman under Huang Xiaoyue’s head was screaming at her: “You are a man who is not a man or a woman! Do you dare to start with the elders? It is a beast! The running dog of Confucianism!"

She yelled, and she was about to rush to clean up the leaves. Ink burning is about to help, and suddenly the rattan whip is heard, and the air is pumped away.

In a dazzling Jinhui, Chu Yuning came out from the crowd, and asked the day to pick up the eyes.

He turned his back to the leaf and faced Jiang Dongtang.

"I said it." He said one word at a time. "Nan Gongyi is my apprentice. If you don't want to go through the Tianyin Pavilion, then if you want to give pointers, please come to me first. On justice, or on justice. A fist."

In the silence, he dropped the last half of the sentence -

"To accompany the end."

The atmosphere has stagnated to the extreme.

Jiangdongtang is not in, not retreating, retreating, his face is dull, entering... Can they really shake Beidou Xianzun Chu tonight? What's more, they really should have a good relations.h.i.+p with Chu Yuning, and have they been dead?

The corpse is still close, getting closer...

Someone couldn’t help it, shouting: "Don’t argue! What are you going out to say! Think about it! What should I do!"

"Hit?"

“Is it so straightforward? Why do you have to retreat to the foot of the mountain? What is the difference between playing with the mountain?”

Yes, the ink can't help but think, what is the difference?

Although he understands what Nangong is doing, it will not be purposeless. As the last descendant of the Nangong family, since Nangongyu let them retreat to the foot of the mountain, they must have plans.

He couldn't help but look at Nangong Temple, who hadn't heard from the beginning, but suddenly found that the man's eyes were s.h.i.+ning with an unclear light.

A kind of light that makes him shudder.

"Nangong!"

He snorted, but it didn't work. Nan Gongyi had been silently meditating on a curse from the past. He had been observing this curse from Huang Xiaoyue when he pointed at his nose.

It is too late to be aware at this time.

Numerous vines burst into the ground, rising from the ground, ink burning, leaves forgetting, Xuemeng... Everyone was almost entangled by this willow at the same time, and then immediately smashed out of the enchantment and took out the mountain. Mountain range.

The leaves are forgotten: "Auntie! What are you doing?!"

She wants to break in again, but Nangong raises her hand and slams her hand - the two tombs of the two towns stand up and stand up, falling into the stone powder, and they lift their left and right hands respectively. In a flash, a new translucent enchantment enveloped the entire Lushan Mountain Pa.s.s, blocking the way for everyone to enter the mountain.

Nangongyi stood alone in front of the enchantment, facing a thousand corpses, facing away from everyone after the enchantment.

He said: "There is a vine in the mountains, but it is a dragon rib. It can pull everything into the ground. But you can't be inside. - As long as you don't care about the blood of the Nangong family, once I use this method, I will use it. The vine will not be divided into the enemy, and all of you will be plunged into the soil and buried alive."

Ye forgets the sorrow and anger, and drinks with anger: "Nangong 駟! Do you know that you are a person!" She slammed her hammer, but she could only call him outside the enchantment: "Nan Gong 駟!"

"How come you are alone." Nangong squatted half of his face. "Is there still you?"

"..."

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he actually grinned.

The smile was splendid. After the Confucianism slammed the door, there was no glare in his face. It was flying and smas.h.i.+ng, and it was like madness. It seemed that many years of temperament had returned to the face, and in a pair of alums, the horse was swayed.

Nan Gongyi and many years ago, when he and Ye Yexixi first entered the trial illusion, they squinted and smiled at her face with a sword.

"But your girls are really useless. In the end, I still want you to protect you."

After all, he turned and strode toward the corpse that was rolling.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

stop.

Nangong smashed the sword into the soil, untied the gauze on the hand, and slashed it along the sharp sword.

Blood slid down, along the blood trough of the blade, into the moist soil of Lushan.

Nangong’s eyes are cool and look straight ahead, without fear.

He didn't know that at this moment, standing in the smoldering eyes outside the enchantment, his figure was overlapping with the leaves of the past, and he was the same person, and it was difficult to separate.

"The blood sacrifices the dragon, and it has the bones and bones." Nangong snarls, "The array opens -!"

Countless trees and vines broke through the cracked ground, and the sand was all down. The tree vines and the previous traps of the people, completely throwing out the crowd is different, it is a scarlet vine, without any branches of leaves. It can even be said that it is a rough blood vessel, which rises from the depths of the Lushan Mountain and instantly climbs each body controlled by the Zhenjiang Bureau.

Nangongyi used one person's power to drive thousands of dragons to unearth. In an instant, it consumed a great aura. He sweated on his forehead, and the hand of the sword shook slightly. The roots of the meridians on the back of the hand burst into the roots. Cracking, blood is more cross-flow...

"Shen Zhi!"

His face was pale, trembling, and the final order was made.

The thousands of dragons began to pull the corpse down to the ground fiercely, but the zombies apparently would not sit still, and they were screaming, roaring, and struggling.

At this time, Nangong Temple shared the spiritual strength with the dragons. The thousands of zombies were working hard. When they were twisting, they had to squeeze more power. They sacrificed blood to the underground and urged the dragons to use stronger power. , pull the corpse down.

Ankle, calf...thigh...

The zombies in the mountains and plains are screaming, leading to the neck and flowing.

Nangong is breathing, thighs... still thighs...

He can feel that his spiritual power is almost exhausted, but he has not yet sunk those zombies into the soil. They are still writhing their bodies in angrily, supported by both hands, and want to break free.

More, to the waist... at least to the waist...

In this way, the enchantment can be solved and the outsiders can come in, so that these zombies will not be able to break free and turn the situation instantaneously.

at least……

A little more...

The spiritual power is exhausted and it is transferred to the consumption of the overdraft core.

Nan Gongyi only felt a dull pain in the heart. He had a slight tremor in the chest. He clenched his teeth, but the blood still slid down his lips.

A little more.

waist……

Very good, they are extremely difficult to move, but they are not the most stable. The strength of the zombies will be greater than when they are alive. If they are buried here, they may break through.

A little more!

"Cough--!" The power of the nucleus was once again sacrificed. Nangong 駟 only felt dizzy in front of him, could not support the squatting on the ground, vomited blood, and dripped the black soil.

Nangong swayed his eyelids and shook his eyes. He saw the corpses being dragged to the deeper places by the scorpion, and almost all of them had buried their chests.

These monsters are temporarily unable to move.

Nangong licked his lips and blood red, and laughed.

He heard the leaf forgetting shouting outside: "Auntie! Enough! Open the enchantment! You will open the enchantment!"

Xue Zhengyi also shouted: "Open the enchantment, Nangong! Let us help you!"

"Nangong, open the enchantment! Open the enchantment!"

The number of shouting people has gradually increased. In this world, not all people with no conscience.

Nangong smirked and smiled. After the Confucian style was extinguished, he suffered so many grievances and he did not cry. Suddenly, he was crying at this moment.

He choked and h.o.a.red and muttered: "...I know, I opened it...and opened it..."

He raised his trembling hand and prepared to remove the enchantment of the mountain that blocked everyone. However, the ground suddenly flicked and then began to vibrate slightly -

Nangong Temple was obviously aware of it. He jerked his head and then looked up and looked at the scene in front of him, revealing an unbelievable look.

Those who only obeyed his instructions, dragged the zombies to the depths of the earth, suddenly loosened them one by one, and then wrapped them around the chest of the bodies, pulling them one by one, out of the mud...

"Impossible..." Nangong said, "This is impossible!"

How can Lushan not obey the master's orders?

Even if Xu Shuanglin had the opposite instructions, these dragons would never be obeyed again, because the descendants of the Nangong family are the same for the evil dragons who are sleeping here.

If the two Nangong descendants gave the opposite order to Lushan, Lushan would only stop the current action, and no one would help and turn to neutral.

unless……

Nangong Temple suddenly had a layer of goose b.u.mps, and he thought of a person.

This thought made him tremble, the heart's pain seemed to be better than before, he gasped, slowly looking up, he followed the long white marble steps, along the dense corpse tide, to the top.

A man with a majestic face and a tall and tall figure is slowly moving down along the long line.

He wore a luxurious robes, embroidered with dragons and dragons on the top, and the clouds and seas tumbling. Every step, the gold and silver wire cast on the cloth will emit a l.u.s.ter like water in the moonlight.

Above his nose, the end of the nose is tied with a ribbon that the deities of the Confucianists will wear, covering their eyes, but the ribbon is not blue, but black. The embroidered on the top is not a crane, but a dragon with a flame and a thin finger.

Nan Gong’s face was white and paper-like. He stared at the step by step, and the man who stepped down the steps, widened his eyes incredulously, whispering: "How... how could it be... too much head..."

The moonlight emerged from the leaves of the forest, illuminating the handsome, well-defined face of the man with a knife and axe.

It's him.

The only thing in the world that can make Lushan defy the Nangong family's posthumous command, can surrender the demon dragon, and can suppress the ancient evil beast "鯀" under the tower, and create the man who has been the first fairy-tale group for hundreds of years.

He was the first great master of the world hundreds of years ago. He was the first person to surrender and enter the gates of heaven when he was alive. He was the first generation of Confucianism.

Nangong Changying!

The author has something to say: Today's bib has:

"Honey tea j" wife's big white cat riding a two-dog blanket, the flying carpet dog just laughed and I couldn't breathe. Hahahaha, the two dogs can be said to be quite wronged, 23333 crab crab wife, what?~

"The third world is the first pity," the younger brother of the wife, the soft and cute Xia s.h.i.+di is really high in value. Don't want to be so handsome~ Hey! Crab and crab, what?

"Moe Huai is the sail of the sails", the wife's nine-color version, Rong Xiaojiu after the finish is still beautiful, **** little beauty, I have twice the price of the dog to pack him! I will hold a sign! ! ! Crab crab wife~ What?

"Seriously my dead guy" wife's little leaf sister, in fact, the little leaf sister is such a reason "people tend to love heroes, but if they can live a stable and happy life, how many people are willing to do that "The hero of the wrist", the gentle and feminine look of the young lady in the crab crab scroll, the crab crab, what?

The four cats, who are unwilling to be named, are called Zhou Yuning, Chu Zaining, Chu Goodnight and Chu Zhou. I think the real purpose of my wife may be to laugh at me, so that I can inherit my ants. Huayuan 233333 crab crab wife, what?

"Qing Feng Yu" Mrs. Mei Xuexue's little brother and Xue Mengmeng's little scorpion, one is a flower radish, one is a sweetheart, and I want to say that they are really too good, although both are straight men. But I still feel very excited to see the pictures they have in this way. Hahaha~ Crabs and crabs, what?

"Beenhrough" wife's dog spoiled ~~~ So the two dogs are a role who likes who is spoiled. Although 2:00 is tall and mighty, but still likes to be with the teacher, not to mention the soft cute Cute young version of the puppy, hahaha ~ milk dog and young masters are knocking on the beautiful, crab crab wife ~ what?

"Oce of the head"

Nangong Temple: Xu Shuanglin! ! You dig my grave! You move me too much! ! ! You are shameless! ! ! I love your ancestors! ! ! !

Xu Shuanglin: Don't make a big noise, your ancestors are also my ancestors.

Nangong Changying: ... I knew that you were so noisy, I should choose cremation instead of burial.

Nangong Temple & Xu Shuanglin: So why did the Taishou Gate have to be buried?

Nangong Changying: I want to be Snow White, I feel that I can sleep in the crystal, and I can still be awakened after five hundred years.

Popular science angels burn: Please do not believe the above dialogue, the custom of this world is the burial after death, and most of the heirs will hope to keep the ancestors' bodies intact, which is the most common in the realm of the Central Plains. Ancient customs are the same 噠~~