"You are talking nonsense! My husband is not such a person."
Murong Xue retorted angrily, but it was a pity that she had used too much force just now, and the wound on her shoulder opened again, and the thin blood mist became thicker again.
"Don't think that I can't see that the three of them are acting out, and suddenly they turn against each other. Don't you want to trick everyone in, let them kill each other, and finally share the holy medicine fed with human blood equally? "
Ye Congwen filled the grave with soil and slapped dozens of palms on it until there was no sign of burial. Then he looked at Murong Xue, who had only a few days to live, and said heartily:
"Do you think he really can't get away and can't rescue you? The three of them were acting there without any real intention. If he really cared about you, he would have stopped acting long ago."
Although Murong Xue did not have the strength to fight, he still had more than a hundred years of experience. He just glanced at Nangong Qing and the others and knew that Zhen Xiaoyao was right.
With a sad smile, he looked at Nangong Liushuang's flat grave and asked with a wry smile:
"Is it true that as Liu Shuang said, I, Murong Xue, am the result of my own misfortune?"
"Those who help the tyrants to commit evil must always be prepared for disaster. You have been with him for so many years, and you still can't see that Nangong Qing is instigating the three heroes of Mo Mansion. Did you listen to all the bastard talk about estrangement?
In his eyes, you are already a dirty woman, and he no longer wants you as his wife. "
Ye Congwen lamented, this Nangong Qing was too unkind and unrighteous, and he also had such a crazy self-esteem.
Husband and wife are one and the same, so it's okay to not be grateful to me as the savior who saved his wife. After hearing a few words to sow discord, he actually had the intention of harming others. This shows how narrow-minded he is to the point of perversion!
When Murong Xue heard Zhen Xiaoyao's analysis, she felt like she was enlightened. She immediately understood the reason why her husband had been indifferent to her these days. He muttered to himself in despair:
"I thought he was just jealous of Mo Zhenhun, but I didn't expect that he would suspect you. Hahaha, I, Murong Xue, am also the eldest lady of Murong Gong's mansion. Am I so ignorant and tasteless? , will you fall in love with an old and ugly casual cultivator?"
Ye Congwen suddenly felt as if he had eaten a dead fly. This was simply asking for trouble.
"Zhen Xiaoyao, you bastard, why did you save me, why did you take off my clothes to heal my wounds?
If you, an old and ugly bitch, hadn't come out to interfere, how could my Nangong Qing treat me like this? "
The more Murong Xue scolded, the more excited she became. She only regretted that her whole body was weak, otherwise even with her mouth, she would have to bite off a piece of flesh from Zhen Xiaoyao's body.
"Am I meddling in other people's business? If your surname hadn't been Murong, if you hadn't been Murong Lian's aunt, would I have interfered with the affairs of an idiot like you who doesn't know right from wrong?"
Ye Congwen burst out suddenly and shouted softly in a low voice. If he hadn't felt ashamed of Murong Gong's mansion and caused Murong Lian to suffer, with his shrewdness, how could he have been involved in so many disputes in order to help Murong Xue save her husband? middle?
Now that he has not avenged his revenge, he is now in a desperate situation, locked in this barrier by Patriarch Bifang, a master of formations, using such superb and complicated serial formations.
If he really died, how should he explain to Bian Wanqing and Mudou Ya? How to face hundreds of giants from the Flower and Leaf tribes?
"You, you, you! So you are the man that my Murong Lian likes. Weren't you beaten to death by Emperor Wu? Why did you come to Jiutian Plateau again?"
When Murong Xue heard Zhen Xiaoyao announcing her identity, she was so shocked that she even forgot about the pain. She struggled to stand up several times, but her blood had run out and her end was approaching.
Suddenly a few tears dropped from the corners of her eyes, like a flashback, and the cute look of Murong Lian wandering around her when she was a child suddenly appeared in her eyes.
After a long time, he asked feebly:
"My child, are you living in fear and pain on this unaccompanied Jiutian Plateau, hiding your name and changing your appearance?"
Hearing that Ye Congwen was only twenty years old, Murong Xue was so shrewd. One look at Zhen Xiaoyao, a middle-aged uncle, and he naturally knew that Ye Congwen had changed his appearance.
A young man who had just turned twenty and was responsible for massacring a village and genocide was practicing hard alone on the Jiutian Plateau, a place full of demons and birds, with spies everywhere. He didn't even have a peer who could tell the truth. After a long time, how can we not be depressed and suffer?
Seeing that Ye Congwen remained silent, Murong Xue turned around and carefully scanned the circle. When she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she sighed softly:
"You are only twenty years old, and you have the strength of the demigod entry level. He is worthy of being the champion of the genius event! He is also worthy of being the man that my Murong Lian likes!
My child, you have achieved such success at such a young age. Given time, you will surely be able to kill your enemies with your own hands and avenge your people and my family, Murong Lian.
???????????????Auntie, I have nothing to teach you. The Black Bird Sacred Technique is not as good as your Taotie Divine Technique, and the town's secret skill, the Black Lotus Divine Technique, is even worse than your Chaos Finger.
After thinking about it, I am only more than a hundred years older than you. Let me give you a piece of advice. "
Murong Xue was already short of breath. After gasping for a long time, she said in a voice as loud as mosquitoes:
"The exorcists are a group of people who are mercenary, selfish, and unscrupulous. They are different from you demon hunters. You must not form an alliance with anyone who is a brother.
Whether these people are from the six top Taoist traditions, our Zhuguo Duke's Mansion, or the hidden sect, they all come here for the holy medicines, sacred arts, and magic. For these things, brothers turn against each other, husbands and wives become enemies, and they kill each other. It's all commonplace.
You just need to practice wholeheartedly and be an anonymous cultivator. Even if Murong Lian's biological father and mother are held with a knife to their necks, you don't want to reveal your identity and rescue them.
You must know how to be tolerant in everything. Young people are full of blood and are most afraid of using emotions - using things. "
Murong Xue said the last word with all her strength, fell to the ground, and never woke up again.
Ye Congwen remained silent, watching Murong Xue's breath gradually dissipate, and knew that she had passed away.
He stretched out his peacock sacred claws and dug a big hole next to Nangong Liushuang. He put Murong Xue's body in it, covered it with soil, beat it for a while, and then sprinkled flowers and plants on top. It would be impossible to tell if you didn't pay attention.
At this time, the holy medicine on his head has reached the stage of taking shape, and more than half of the people fighting in front have been killed or injured. Except for Nangong Qing, Jinyang Xuanyuan Hua and a few other direct descendants who had already prepared, the rest were more or less successful.
By the time everyone noticed the blood mist hovering over their bodies, they had already lost too much blood and were stumbling around. One of them was accidentally knocked to the ground by the secret skill that came from nowhere.
Three or four sacred bird claws landed silently on his chest, head and other vital parts, killing him in the blink of an eye.
There were corpses that had been sucked into mummies lying on the ground. When the last casual cultivator was jointly sacrificed by the disciples of the three sects, the fifteen holy medicines still had not taken shape.
Looking up, the holy medicine is no longer shriveled, but each piece is plump and moist, but the enchantment it comes with still shows no sign of disappearing.
This frightened the injured disciples of the three sects. Thirty or forty casual cultivators and more than twenty disciples of the rich clans could not ripen the holy medicine as fertilizer. Is it possible that wounded soldiers like myself had to continue composting?
The four lightly injured disciples of the three sects realized the crisis, glanced at each other quietly, and then formed a group, secretly concentrating on the strongest blow. As long as these intact people showed signs of attack, these people decided to die together.
"Don't come over here! You've forced us into a panic. Once the jar is broken, you won't be able to escape death."
"Brothers and sisters, what are you talking about? Are you still afraid that we will kill each other like rogue cultivators and attack you?"
Nangong Qing stood up to console him and said that his Duke Zhuguo's mansion had lost two masters of the semi-saint entry level, Nangong Tian and Murong Xue, and the little girl Nangong Liushuang also died.
There are still five people from the arch-rival Hidden Sect still alive, and there are also five people from the Thirty-sixth County Prince's Palace still alive. If he can't find a way to recruit these injured disciples into his own banner.
Once the Hidden World Sect joins forces with the Thirty-six County Prince's Palace, there is a high probability that he will be eliminated as a single person.
In order to save himself, Nangong Qing could only take risks and pull these wounded soldiers to his side first.
"Mr. Nangong, it's not that we don't believe you, but you have gone back on your word. We really don't know whose words to believe!"
"Brother Yan is right. You said there are fifteen holy medicines in total. Now there are exactly fifteen of us, and we can meet the conditions of allocating one holy medicine per person.
Why don't you keep your words? "
"Where are the fifteen holy medicines that we agreed on? As long as you give each of our four brothers one holy medicine, we will go home immediately and never set foot on the Nine Heavens Plateau again in this life!"
The four of them looked at the rising blood mist on their bodies and said anxiously.
"Brother, aren't you making things difficult for us? Fifteen holy medicines are hanging on our heads. The three of us didn't lie to anyone, right?
But now the holy medicine cannot be formed, and the holy medicine barrier cannot be opened for a day. With our strength, how can we pick the holy medicine and distribute it to you?
Aren't you trying to force others into a difficult situation? "
Jin Yang also came forward to persuade them that these four people were slightly injured. As long as he delayed the time for a while, after they were completely absorbed by the holy medicine, maybe the holy medicine would take shape!
"The holy medicine cannot be formed. What's the use of telling us? Is it because you want to harm the bodies of our four brothers?"
Do you still want to kill our four brothers and throw them to the Blue Demon Sacred Fruit Tree to use as fertilizer? "
The four of them had long guessed that Nangong Qing, Jinyang Xuanyuan Hua and others were working together to kill everyone to make fertilizer. When enough energy was accumulated, they would fly to the branches to pick the holy medicine.
Before, everyone had a fluke mentality, thinking that having forty cultivators as fertilizer would be enough for fifteen holy medicines to take shape.
Unexpectedly, the entire army of casual cultivators was wiped out, and more than a dozen disciples of the three sects were lost. Even Murong Xue and Nangong Liushuang were sucked dry, and not a single holy medicine was formed.
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Judging from the speed at which this holy medicine grows, is it possible that the four wounded soldiers like us must be sucked dry before it can be fully formed?
"You are worrying too much. There are exactly fifteen of us now. We just need to wait quietly for the holy medicine to take shape. When the time comes, each of us can share one."
Xuanyuan Hua also took a stand.
"Hmph! Do you think we are fools? The four of us are injured, and if we let the holy medicine absorb it, we will turn into mummies like Murong Xuenan Gong Liushuang. Everyone is dead, what do you want from your holy medicine? use?
In my opinion, the holy medicine is almost ready to mature anyway. How about everyone contribute a little energy and draw a hole in their bodies so that the holy medicine can take shape as soon as possible? "
