At the same time that the three men in black robes appeared, in Xiyue Prefecture.
The Nangong family's house seems a bit incompatible with their reputation as the richest man in Xiyuezhou.
The Nangong family's children all live in these old houses, one next to the other.
It is said that the Nangong family has an ancestral precept that no matter whether the Nangong family's children reach the top of the road in the future or fall into decline, the children of the family are not allowed to "split the family."
Therefore, it is said that the Nangong family does not have any descendants. Except for some outsiders who were given surnames by the family, all the children of the Nangong family live in these old houses.
Of course, as the family grows, the old house seems a bit small.
The Nangong family took the old house as the center and expanded it to all directions.
The head of the Nangong family is an old man with a slightly stooped figure. This old head has three sons.
There are three sons, and each has heirs.
The old head of the family, Nangong Changliu, has now handed over the management of the family to his three sons, and now he is only acting in the name of the head of the family.
Nangong Changliu was holding an old birdcage in one hand and holding it behind his back with the other hand, walking behind the courtyard of the old house with a slightly stooped figure.
Suddenly, the old patriarch’s footsteps stopped.
He turned around, a look of surprise flashed through his slightly cloudy eyes.
The birds in the cage were chirping non-stop, and seemed to suddenly become a little restless.
Inside the ancestral temple, a spiritual tablet trembled slightly, and an ink-colored brilliance seemed to flash away.
The old man's expression suddenly changed.
"not good!"
At the same moment, Geng You, the leader of Xingluo Sect, seemed to feel something.
He sat cross-legged on the main peak of Xingluo Sect, looking at the West Sea.
"This breath..."
Geng You's expression changed several times, and then his body turned into smoke and disappeared.
Almost at the same time, all the great monks on the mountain in Xiyue Province noticed something was wrong.
Because that aura is really too dark.
This kind of smell makes people involuntarily feel a sense of disgust.
Many people looked towards the bank of the West Sea, where there seemed to be a large black cloud gathering and lingering for a long time...
Middle-earth China.
A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword was walking in a rural market.
The Taoist priest had a few copper coins in his hand, which he had obtained from fortune-telling with some young people in the countryside.
The Taoist priest walked to a market stall and asked with a smile: "Little brother, may I ask the price of these plums?"
The person setting up the stall was a young man. He looked up and said with a smile: "If the real person wants to eat, just take a few. It's your right to ask for a good relationship with the real person."
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and shook his head. He was about to say something, but he saw the peach wood sword behind him trembling slightly!
The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes suddenly condensed. He turned his head and looked somewhere, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
The middle-aged Taoist priest held out his index and middle fingers on his right hand and touched them in front of his eyes, as if he was looking at the world from a distance!
After a while, the middle-aged Taoist priest's expression suddenly darkened.
"The evil thing dares to show up."
The Taoist priest swiped his fingers, and the mahogany sword behind him left his body on its own. The next moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest moved away with his sword. There seemed to be bursts of rays of light on the horizon, accompanied by the sound of thunder.
The young man standing in front of the stall was stunned, "God... the gods appeared..."
At the same moment, a one-armed middle-aged man was looking down at a star map, seemingly deducing the trajectory of something.
At this moment, he suddenly "lost his mind" for a moment.
The eyes of the middle-aged man with slightly white temples first flashed with joy, and then suddenly became confused.
The next moment, the middle-aged man frowned and his expression changed.
"not good!"
He broke through the void and stepped out.
At this moment, above the West Sea.
Luo Yi stood in the air in front of the Yingluan ferry, his upper body clothes were all broken, and the demon sword had just fallen to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.
There was a trace of residual blood stains at the corner of Luo Yi's mouth.
His face was a little pale, and he was covering his mouth, blood flowing from his fingers.
On the ferry, the third-grade earth immortal died with his sword broken.
The monks on the ferry all looked desperate, their eyes full of fear.
Opposite Luo Yi, the three men in black robes stood in the sky. Compared with Luo Yi's embarrassed appearance, these three people had no injuries at all.
Even the breath did not fluctuate at all.
Dark clouds were billowing above the sky, and the depressing feeling was almost breathless.
"There's no time, let's fight quickly." A man in black robe said coldly.
"Seat Six, you are too careful. There is still half a stick of incense, enough time for him to die ten times."
The leading man in black robe raised his hand and stared at Luo Yi indifferently: "You can't even protect yourself now, but you still want to protect these ants. People in this small world are really so hypocritical. Weak."
"However, they did die because of you. If you had not boarded this ferry, they would all have survived."
The voice of the man in black robe was not loud, but everyone on the ferry could clearly hear it!
That voice seemed to be whispering in their ears!
"Since you want to save them, then just surrender and I will spare their lives."
The voice of the man in black robes sounded in everyone's ears again.
The monks who were originally looking desperate seemed to have grasped at straws at this moment. A ray of light suddenly burst out in their desperate and fearful eyes.
More and more people gradually turned their attention to Luo Yi.
On the ferry, it suddenly became so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
After a moment, someone shouted first, "Let him go! Let him go!"
With the first person to speak, the voice became louder and louder.
"Disaster! Get out of the ferry!"
"You are such a scourge, you killed Luo Jianxian, and now you want to kill us!"
"Disaster! Disaster!"
"Get out! Get out!"
The waves in the wind seemed to become silent amidst the bursts of insults and criticism.
Nangong Wan'er stared blankly ahead.
Her followers, who had previously protected her, were all reduced to withered bones by that terrifying force.
The withered bones turned into ashes.
If Luo Yi hadn't intervened earlier, the entire ferry would have been reduced to ashes.
Don't even think about leaving a whole corpse behind.
Listening to the curses that drowned out the sound of the waves, Nangong Wan'er seemed to come back to her senses. She looked at those people with disbelief in her beautiful eyes.
"Those are the people who killed people. Why do you want to speak for them?"
Nangong Wan'er's words were like a drop of ink dropped into a basin of clear water.
On the ferry, it suddenly became quiet again.
Everyone turned to look at Nangong Wan'er.
