Yin Ning'er looked at him, then glanced at Mo Disheng, who was curled up on the ground in extremely miserable condition. She was so shocked that she didn't know how to react.
"This person's name is Mo Disheng, and he is the master of the 'Dark Temple'." Zhong Wen said slowly, "He was also the culprit of the bloody medicine tower. Although it is not clear who participated in the massacre, but The mastermind who made that decision was none other than him.”
Yin Ning'er's delicate body trembled, her eyes gradually turned cold, and her eyes looking at Mo Disheng were filled with a rare flame of hatred.
My childhood memories are not very clear. Even the appearance of my parents in my mind is blurry and no longer clear.
She only vaguely remembered that she used to be a little princess who loved to laugh and play, was lively and cute, loved by the elders around her, and had half a happy childhood. She was quite similar to how little Lolita was treated in Piaohua Palace now.
To a six-year-old girl, everything seemed so natural.
However, one day, when Yin Ning'er sneaked out to play and returned, she found that her parents, teachers, relatives, and friends who she thought would always be by her side evaporated without a trace.
Yin Ning'er, who has a childlike nature, did not realize the seriousness of the situation at first. She only thought that the elders deliberately hid themselves and played hide-and-seek with her, laughing and joking to find them.
So, a six-year-old girl who had grown up in a greenhouse started searching hard in the majestic complex of medicine towers.
nobody!
Not even a shadow!
For three whole days, Yin Ning'er, who had small arms and legs, stepped all over the medicine tower for several miles, but found nothing.
She hadn't had any water, and her stomach was already so hungry that she couldn't even make a sound. The confusion and despair in her heart could not be described in words.
When she was discovered by Lin Zhiyun, the little girl was half-conscious, her pink face was covered with mud and dust, her eyes were red and swollen, but tears were still pouring out.
The little one's pitiful appearance instantly aroused the maternal nature in Lin Zhiyun, and without a word he took her under his wing and took her back to Qingfeng Mountain to take good care of her.
Even though Lin Zhiyun herself was only a seventeen-year-old girl in her prime at that time.
For the people in the medicine tower, Yin Ning'er can be considered a lucky person, but the painful experience at that time has become a terrible nightmare, always lingering in the girl's heart, like maggots on the tarsus, lingering.
Even after leaving Qingfeng Mountain, Yin Ning'er still liked to lock herself in her room for a long time, ignoring everyone except Lin Zhiyun, and she was a proper lonely home girl.
Now, the culprit who slaughtered the medicine tower is right in front of her. He is dying and in extremely miserable condition. He has no resistance at all. He is like fish on the chopping board. He can be killed or chopped up at her will.
At this moment, she hesitated.
The white and crystal-clear right hand was raised high, but then slowly lowered. Yin Ning'er's beautiful and charming face actually showed a look of hesitation.
"It turns out she is a descendant of the medicine tower. Ten years ago, she should have been only six or seven years old. Cough, cough!" Mo Disheng's face was red and he coughed up blood. He suddenly said with a strange smile, "Shen Wei, this kid is really not good at doing things." Reliable, he can even let a little girl run away."
A trace of anger flashed in Yin Ning'er's eyes, and she suddenly raised her jade arm, and a stream of purple smoke spurted out from her palm, hitting Mo Disheng's face fiercely.
Faced with a blood feud, she couldn't hold back after all, and used another physique given to him by Zhong Wen, the Five Poison Body from Dark Seven Stars Yuheng.
Just as he was about to hit Mo Disheng, the purple poisonous smoke suddenly stagnated and actually hovered in mid-air, no longer moving forward.
"What's wrong, Ning'er?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw her hesitating.
"I, I..." Yin Ning'er's eyes wandered and he hesitated, unable to speak for a long time.
Of course she would have no mercy for Modi Sheng.
However, just as she was about to take action, a strange idea suddenly appeared in her mind.
The only connection between me, Yaota, and my parents is this person, right?
When she thought that after killing Mo Disheng, the concept of the medicine tower would completely disappear from her life, she suddenly felt frightened and could not make up her mind.
"Even if I die as a hero, Mo Disheng, I will never die at the hands of a woman!" Mo Disheng is a proud and arrogant person. Seeing that Zhong Wen wanted Yin Ning'er to take action, he suddenly gritted his teeth and planned to use He used his last strength to commit suicide.
However, Zhong Wen seemed to have expected it. He suddenly raised his right arm and shot like lightning. Two white lights shot out from his fingertips and hit Mo Disheng's chest without any deviation.
The Lord of the Dark Temple froze, and the arms he finally raised fell down feebly. He lay quietly like a corpse, unable to move anymore.
"Ning'er."
Zhong Wen ignored Mo Disheng's almost blazing gaze, but turned to Yin Ning'er and asked softly, "Don't you want revenge?"
"To this day, my father and mother will still appear in my dreams." Yin Ning'er's voice was choked with sobs, and crystal tears fell unconsciously from the corners of her eyes. "If the great revenge is avenged, will they...will they not... Come, I, will I never see my parents again..."
Yin Ning'er raised her handsome little face, her big watery eyes were full of tears. There was a bit of longing and a bit of sadness in her tenderness, which made people feel pity for her. She couldn't help but want to hold her in her arms, so happy. comfort.
"Silly girl, they all live here." Zhong Wen pointed to her bulging chest and said with a smile, "They are always with you."
"Really?" Yin Ning'er wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at him expectantly.
"Of course it's true. They even entrusted me with the dream." Zhong Wen rolled his eyes and suddenly made nonsense on a whim.
"My parents gave you a dream?" Yin Ning'er was so surprised that she couldn't help blurting out, "What did they say?"
"The old couple said that they originally planned to go to the Kingdom of Heaven to have fun and have fun, but they have an uneasy daughter who is too attached to them and will cry if they can't see them for a day." Zhong Wen gestured seriously, "So let's I would like to advise that silly daughter to grow up quickly, don’t dwell on the past, and enjoy her life.”
"You, you're talking nonsense, my parents wouldn't say that to me!" Yin Ning'er was amused and laughed, and patted him lightly on the shoulder with her left hand.
Don't dwell on the past...?
Recalling Zhong Wen's words, even though she knew he was talking nonsense, Yin Ning'er still felt a lot. The smile at the corner of her mouth had not disappeared, but the tears at the corners of her eyes fell again. She cried and laughed for a while, and her mood was so complicated. .
"The person who gave it to me in a dream may be someone else's parents. I don't know." Zhong Wen smiled, "But the truth is the same. Parents will leave one day, and the children will eventually embark on their own journey. , this is what everyone has to face in life."
"Yes, I understand." Yin Ning'er's eyes flashed with fluorescent light, she nodded meekly and said, "Thank you."
"Just understand." Zhong Wen stretched out his right hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Yin Ning'er's eyes. Still holding her smooth catkins in his left hand, he guided it to Mo Disheng, "Let's settle it!"
At this time, Yin Ning'er realized that she was holding hands with Zhong Wen. Her face turned crimson and she was very shy. It took a long time to calm down, and she once again condensed a ball of purple poisonous smoke and hit Mo Disheng hard.
"Palace Master!"
Mo Disheng also had many fans in the "Dark Temple". Seeing the temple master in trouble, they all shouted loudly and wanted to come forward to help.
However, before these people could move, two vast auras suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped everyone in the "Dark Temple" fiercely.
One of the breaths was as warm as water, yet as cold as ice.
The other aura was extremely sharp and domineering.
Under these two momentums, even the elders of the "Dark Temple" who had entered the Taoist level could not help but feel terrified and trembling. Not to mention saving Mo Disheng, they could not even lift a finger. They could only watch helplessly. Watching the Lord of the Palace being completely submerged in the purple poisonous smoke.
It turned out that Lin Zhiyun and Liu Qiqi, the two great saints of Piaohua Palace, jumped into the sky and released the powerful saint domain at the same time, clearing the way for Yin Ning'er's revenge.
"Heh, heh, heh~"
Mo Disheng was seriously injured and dying, and his spiritual power was blocked by Zhong Wen. How could he withstand the terrifying toxicity of the five poisonous bodies? I saw his eyes bulging fiercely, black poisonous blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose at the same time, and a hoarse roar coming from his mouth. He looked really miserable.
Within a few breaths, he suddenly trembled violently, then his whole body stiffened, and there was no longer any breath between his mouth and nose.
His eyes were still round and refused to close, and his face was full of unwillingness, vividly explaining what it meant to die with eyes open in peace.
"Ning'er, congratulations."
Nangong Ling appeared beside Yin Ning'er at some unknown time, with a hint of relief flashing in her beautiful eyes, and congratulated softly in the ear of this miserable junior sister.
Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi, Xiao Loli and other girls from Piaohua Palace also came closer. Many beautiful women of different looks gathered together and chatted non-stop. The originally murderous battlefield was suddenly filled with The birds are singing and the birds are singing, and the spring is full of joy, presenting a beautiful and weird scene.
What is the meaning of this war?
Have a drink, pick up girls, doesn't it smell good?
Looking at the fairyland-like scene that appeared on the battlefield, many practitioners suddenly had such an idea in their minds.
"Puppet Master, it seems we are doomed this time."
"Dark Temple" Elder Ye Zhenke suddenly patted the puppet master beside him on the shoulder, sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the person who accompanied me on the road in the end would be such a nasty guy like you."
The puppet master frowned, slapped his right hand away, and replied coldly: "If you want to leave, you can go by yourself, I haven't lived enough yet!"
Ye Zongke was not angry, he just said that he did not want to accept the fact of defeat. He glanced at the many comrades behind him who were trying to escape, and smiled, but did not move.
As a top master at the level of Taoist Spirit Master, he naturally knows how terrifying the saint's strength is.
Nowadays, there are no saints present in the "Dark Temple". For ordinary cultivators to escape from the hands of several enemy saints, it is no more than a dream.
it's over!
it's all over!
Dad, Mom, Ning'er has avenged you!
Yin Ning'er stared at Mo Disheng's body for a long time. An expression of relief suddenly appeared on her pretty face. She turned to look at Zhong Wen, with a hint of gratitude and tenderness in her eyes.
"He actually has two special physiques, the Wood Spirit Body and the Five Poison Body."
Before she could speak, a man's voice suddenly sounded from behind everyone, "Could it be that what the girl is practicing is the Qi Hunyuan Jin?"
The moment they heard this voice, Zhong Wen and others' expressions all changed.
