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"Actually, how long the Confucianism Sect has existed does not depend on how many years it has been standing or how many disciples it has." Nangong Changying's figure was almost invisible, and his voice became more and more distant, "but it lies in the fact that there are still people in this world who remember, Greed, resentment, deception, murder, robbery, and plunder are the seven things I, a scholarly gentleman, cannot do."

As he spoke, his sleeves flicked, and in an instant, the vegetation on Jiao Mountain shook, and vines sprang up, sinking all the corpses that were about to escape their restraints into the depths of the earth.

"Remember and act, the fire has been carried forward."

After saying these words, Nangong Changying's body suddenly shattered into pieces in the fierce fire, turning into little bits of firefly powder and golden and red starlight, floating among the vast mountains and forests.

The body has disappeared, but the lingering sound remains.

Inside the barrier, Nangong Si had long since burst into tears. Outside the barrier, Ye Wangxi knelt down. She knelt down, and people knelt down one after another. The first immortal, the Nangong Immortal...

He was a hero both before and after his death.

The author has something to say: "If you are hit three feet, you will never escape." This is not a common quotation and needs to be explained. I wanted to find the original source of this sentence, but couldn't find it, so I had to say, this is a sentence from an unknown ancestor. It is not original to me. I am scratching my head.

Chapter 216 [Jiaoshan] Falling into Slavery

The huge Jiao Mountain returned to calm, the blood vines disappeared, and the corpses controlled by Zhenlong chess pieces sank into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying's final order for the Dragon Spirit was to die, and even his descendants could no longer reverse it.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, illuminating the trees all over the ground.

After the last arrow was fired, the Chuanyun Bow in Nangong Si's hand gradually became dimmed and eventually sank due to the loss of Nangong Changying's spiritual power. He was bleeding on the ground. Almost as soon as the barrier was untied, Ye Wangxi ran over and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I Heal your wounds..."

"Forget it, I can still be alive and kicking. If you treat me, I will probably go to see the master." Nangong Si coughed lightly, pushed Ye Wangxi away, and looked at Jiang Xi with his black eyes, "Jiang Zhang Door, I still need to trouble you..."

Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."

He is the master of the Medicine Sect, and his willingness to lend a helping hand is naturally beyond the reach of others.

Jiang Xiyu's white fingertips rested on Nangong Si's wrist. Almost as soon as they touched it, his pupils narrowed slightly, and then he looked at each other with Nangong Si without saying a word.

He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spiritual core had been shattered. From then on, he was no different from ordinary people. He could no longer cast spells or use spiritual power.

It was impossible for Nangong Si to be unaware of this matter, but Ye Wangxi was by his side, so he looked at Jiang Xi and shook his head slightly, imperceptibly.

"How is it? Master Jiang, how is he doing?"

"..."

Jiang Xi silently withdrew his hand, then took out a light crimson porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag and handed it into Ye Wangxi's hand: "It's nothing serious. The wounds suffered are not in critical areas. Girl, you can rest assured. Just keep this powder." Apply it to the affected area every day, and it will be cured within ten days at most."

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips and touched several points on Nangong Si's body. Finally, his palm covered the sword wound, and the bleeding stopped after a while. After doing all this, Jiang Xi stood up and said to everyone: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, or there may be changes, so go up the mountain."

He turned and left, but the conversation between Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si still fell into his ears.

He heard Nangong Si whisper to Ye Wangxi: "I told you it's okay. It'll be fine in a few days. Why are you crying? Oh, why have you become so useless? Okay, okay, that's all. Is it a small injury..."

Jiang Xi closed his eyes.

He thought of the words Nangong Si said to him just now in the barrier, when he thought his life was hanging by a thread. He sighed and led the crowd up the long white jade steps leading to the ancestral temple.

There are still three checkpoints to pass from the foot of the mountain to the top, all of which need to be smeared with the blood of the Nangong family in order to pass smoothly. However, Nangong Si didn't need to cut his fingers to bleed at this moment. He was already covered in wounds, and any tap could dispel the barrier.

All the way up without encountering any obstacles.

When Nangong Si wiped the blood on the eyes of the white jade dragon, the last heavy stone-sealed gate slowly and solemnly sank into the ground, and the heavenly palace on the top of Jiao Mountain was clearly revealed in front of everyone.

It was a divine palace surrounded by immortal energy. There was a dense forest outside the palace gate. They were standing outside the forest at the moment. Through the colorful flowers and vines and the gurgling water, they could see a long staircase reaching the sky. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps, the steps are so high that the ancestral hall and palace at the top seem to be lying on the clouds, and only the ethereal shadow can be seen, exuding a gleaming light under the infiltration of the moonlight, like the Guanghan Palace , like the Lingxiao Palace, not knowing the heaven and the earth.

When almost everyone saw this ancestral temple at first glance, they were shocked by its majesty and uncanny workmanship. Then, anger, jealousy, greed, covet... various different feelings came to their hearts.

The most speechless among them is the owner of the horse farm.

He slapped his forehead and cried out: "Oh my god, there are such long steps, and you can't wield a sword on Jiao Mountain. How long can you walk on foot? This is another mountain!"

Huang Xiaoyue smiled and said: "I don't mean any harm, I'm just joking - in my opinion, Nangong Changying and Immortal Chang don't need to ascend, he can build such a heavenly palace, both in the world and in the sky. What's the difference?"

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