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Two Hundred And Forty-Eight Chapters Rest Until Death
Thinking of this, Mo Ziyan suddenly looked slightly stagnant, feeling that something was wrong.
In fact, what she wanted to say before was to tell Jiang Zhi Ge Nangong that Rou was about to be in danger.
As Nangong Rou's friend, she should let her say these words.
And here in Ning Qiushui, Nangong Rou should be her 'enemy', why did she take the initiative to inform Jiang Zhi Ge about it?
Does Ning Qiushui really worry about Nangong Rou's safety for Jiang Zhi Ge, or does she know that Mo Ziyan will tell the story, so she informs Jiang Zhi Ge in advance to gain goodwill?
Mo Ziyan shook her head and didn't dare to think about it, she only felt that Ning Qiushui was unpredictable and difficult to figure out her thoughts.
In fact, Mo Ziyan was thinking too much here. Just as she told Jiang Zhi Ge that Mo Ziyan was in danger, Ning Qiushui didn't think so much about their affairs.
Ning Qiushui just did what she should do, and did her best to think of Jiang Zhi Ge she loved.
Since Jiang Zhi Ge cares about Nangong Rou, she will not deliberately hide these things.
As long as he worked hard and never went against his will, even if he was rejected by Jiang Zhi Ge later, Ning Qiushui would not let himself have any regrets.
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Three days later, in Xuancang Holy Land.
After several days of fierce battles, many monks headed by Nangong Rou were wounded and wounded, and they had no power to defend against Bai Wuji's army of monsters.
On the Conferred God Stage, the monks with dismal fighting spirit looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with despair and grief.
At this moment, in the sky above Xuan Cang, there is a huge black hole, exuding endless chaos and magic.
Before long, Bai Wuji will lead the monsters to attack this place again, and the monks today have no resistance.
Thinking of Emperor Xuancang's palace, thinking of the most sacred place in the heavens, and about to become the first territory where the aliens successfully conquered the heavens, the monks only felt extremely desolate, and they didn't even have the strength to express their anger.
Only now did they realize that they were so powerless.
In the absence of Emperor Xuancang, they are not even a match for Bai Wuji, not to mention that the three demon emperors are still coveting outside the territory?
After a hundred years, the formation will completely collapse, and the heavens will probably be even more miserable than those occupied lower planes.
The only Godless Lord who could stop all this was murdered by their ridiculous group of villains.
Inside the Zhengyang Temple, Nangong Rou sat alone in the center, staring blankly at the position where Jiang Zhi Ge had been forced to kneel on the ground.
I don't know how long it took, tears welled up in Nangongrou's eyes, and murmured, "big brother, if only you were still here..."
At this moment, she realized that she had nothing to remember Jiang Zhi Ge.
But Jiang Zhi Ge has left her hairpin for thousands of years.
Now that I think about it, don't say that her memory has been modified, even if not, her love for Jiang Zhi Ge may not be one-thousandth of Jiang Zhi Ge's love for her.
Enjoying self-indulgence, when Jiang Zhi Ge leaves, Nangong Rou can only have nothing.
"big brother... big brother..."
As time passed, Nangong Rou's tears did not converge, but became more and more turbulent.
What tormented her most at the moment was not the shame of not being able to hold on to the heavens, nor the fear of imminent death, but the sea-like guilt and remorse associated with Jiang Zhi Ge's good past.
Such an impeccable big brother was pushed to death by himself.
As long as she thinks about it, Nangong Rou will be in pain, and now she is magnified countless times in the moment of despair.
She really wanted to enjoy the scenery with Jiang Zhi Ge again, and she really wanted to fall into Jiang Zhi Ge's arms again.
It's a pity that everything has been buried by her own hands.
"Nangong Rou, come out and die!"
After a period of time, Bai Wuji's deep shout suddenly came from the sky.
Nangong clenched his teeth softly and wiped away the tears, got up and walked outside the temple.
Today, she is not just a little girl hiding behind her big brother, but the only hope left in the whole heaven.
Crying ignorantly doesn't change anything.
At least at this time, Nangong Rou has to be strong and can't let the dead Jiang Zhi Ge disappoint her again.
In the sky above Xuan Cang, Bai Wuji stood outside the black hole, surrounded by many demons, and countless ferocious monsters poured out of the hole.
Seeing Nangong's soft red eyes, Bai Wuji suddenly burst into laughter, and said yin and yang strangely: "It's really ridiculous, the half emperor with the dignified heaven wheel turns three times, but now he can only cry his nose and wait to die?"
In the face of his demon cultivator half-emperor, as well as the continuous siege of many monsters, Nangong Rou is already at the end of his force, and he will die if he fights again today.
Nangong's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Bai Wuji, you are a person from the heavens in vain!"
"So what? Could it be that if I was born here, I should guard the heavens for it? Die for the so-called common people?"
Bai Wuji laughed again and again, and didn't take Nangong Rou's words seriously at all.
"Fairy Nangong! Why bother talking to such a villain?"
Nangong Rou didn't speak, and the monks at Fengshentai couldn't bear Bai Wuji's face.
"That's right, today, we will rest until we die."
Nangong's body floated up and down, and nine crystal clear glass spirit swords surrounded his body.
"Until you die!"
"Until you die!"
The monks also rose into the air immediately, either holding spirit soldiers and rushing towards the monsters, or casting spells from a distance.
"The hypocritical villains, since they don't know each other, then all die."
Bai Wuji's eyes were gloomy, and he also had a strong killing intent towards the monks.
These monks are willing to sacrifice their lives to fight for all beings in the heavens, but when the Bai family was destroyed, how many people came forward to save them?
For a time, thousands of aura flashed, dazzling.
Some people cooperated to cast the sky-reaching formation, killing thousands of monsters in an instant.
Some people use fists as martial arts to fight close to the amazing Wanluojie demon cultivator.
There are also people who use powerful magical techniques, attracting the mighty Daowei to continuously bombard and kill monsters.
Everyone has at least the cultivation base of entering the holy realm, and also has the courage to be brave and not afraid of death. Unfortunately, the difference between the numbers is really huge.
Every time nearly 10,000 monsters die, a strong person will fall with them.
Not to mention, the strongest demon cultivators around Bai Wuji have been watching with arms folded.
The monks could only pin their last hope in Nangong Rou. If Nangong Rou also lost to Bai Wuji, no one would be able to protect Xuancang Holy Land.
At this moment, the battle between Nangong Rou and Bai Wuji has already begun.
She has a strong physique, keeps pulling away, and moves her nine colored glass spirit swords back and forth to attack Bai Wuji.
The speed of the spirit sword is extremely fast, and the lightning is indescribable, and every time the sword is drawn, it contains a terrifying sword intent, which can easily pierce the body of a half-emperor of the same realm.
Bai Wuji had anticipated this for a long time, and while turning into a black fog ghost to pursue, he could also accurately avoid the attack of the spirit sword.
And the magic fog bombardment he launched on Nangong Rou was enough to smash a state in the outside world. Although it was restricted in Xuancang Holy Land, where the spatial order was extremely strong, it still allowed Nangong Rou to immediately fall into the disadvantage, and he could only retreat. host.