by Zhi Bai
Ning Muye looked at An Zheng, his voice calm and victorious: "As for you Heavenly Awakening Sect, you should be around the time of death. Remember the big gift I gave you? The Jade-Eyed Golden Eyes Beast can clearly see the strength, numbers and ranks of all the magic tools in your Heavenly Awakening Sect. We are ready to deal with these people. "One hit one, split into two."
"If you are trapped here, you should be the one who died in the end. I'll tell you one by one, whoever dies, who dies, who dies. "
Ning Muye sat down on a chair: "Come on, come down and kill me. If you kill me, you might suffer a little less. "
He raised his head and looked at An Zheng, his face filled with provocation.
An Zheng took a deep breath and looked at the huge net shrouded in purple light.
"Where is the Nineteen Demons?"
he asked.
"Who is the Nineteen Demons? Are you talking about Mo Nineteen? "
Ning Muye retorted with a question, then shook his head: "It's not important. His goal is to kill you, and ours is the same, so it fits him perfectly."
An Zheng turned around to face the huge net outside, as the Depressing Sword slashed out. Its eyes were already red, and veins could be seen on its forehead.
Chapter 289 - Killing a Blood Path
Ning Muye twirled two walnuts around in his hands, making them look very plump. Although it was dark inside the room, the light emitted from the walnuts was still very clear. Seeing An Zheng slashing his sword towards the net outside, Ning Muye's expression became happier and happier.
"You have really made me have a whole new level of respect for you. You actually didn't have any intentions of attacking me at all."
He sat down on the chair and crossed his legs. My purpose in staying in this building is to delay you. Talking to you makes you angry and makes you attack me. You should focus on dealing with that web... But you don't seem to be annoyed with me at all, or you know exactly what you're supposed to do when you're pissed off. If you try harder, you might break that net soon. If you were to get out earlier, there might be one less person who would die in Heavenly Awakening Sect. "
His voice was not loud, but every word was clearly transmitted into An Zheng's ears. An Zheng became more and more agitated and crazed.
However, Ning Muye looked even more relaxed. He got up and found a copper pot. He boiled water and then made tea.
"In this society, people are impatient. Drinking tea had become more and more effective. It would be great if he could choose some good tea leaves and casually brew them with water. He didn't know how to calm his heart down. Only by brewing tea could one be worthy of tea. One must be calm in order to be worthy of drinking tea. "
His movements looked very graceful, even more graceful than those of the women who made tea in the teahouse.
But in his mouth, he was blabbering on and on.
"I was sitting here to have a fight with you. So, I made a lot of preparations, and even those people in your sect who aren't that strong have some high grade magic tools on them. But I've prepared this for a long time, and used it to make tea.
Ning Muye raised his head to look at An Zheng, who was still in the middle of cleaving the building.
However, the huge net still showed no signs of damage. Although all the Purple-Rank in the world had different abilities, they were all different. However, when one reached the Purple-Rank, disregarding their abilities, the quality would not be much different. To use Purple-Rank against Purple-Rank, breaking through one side was already extremely difficult. The only possibility was that the person wielding the divine tool was also so powerful that it was suffocating. A Heaven Realm expert with a single Purple-Rank Divine Artifact would be equivalent to two Heaven Realm experts fighting each other.
"It seems like you still don't have a chance."
Ning Muye washed the tea and waited for the second brew to boil.
Upstairs, An Zheng's forehead was already filled with sweat. While he was frantically attacking, he had to endure the effects that Ning Muye had on him. Ning Muye was too smart, he was making An Zheng's heart chaotic, the more confused An Zheng's heart, the more helpless he was.
Depressing Sword.
An Zheng thought in his mind. The Depressing Sword was one of Tian Haogong's most powerful magical equipment, but this sword was after all the sword of Palace Master Tantai from back then. A lady's cultivation technique and An Zheng's were originally different, so An Zheng was unable to display the full strength of the Depressing Sword. As for the sword intent that Palace Master Tantai had sealed within the Depressing Sword, An Zheng had already used it several times.
Right now, the reason why the Purple-Rank Magic Tool was untouchable was because the quality of the two was already equal, and the person controlling the Purple-Rank Magic Tool outside, would definitely have a cultivation level higher than An Zheng.
Even if I die, I will die together with Xiao Liu'er and the others.
That was all An Zheng was thinking about.
The Blood Pearl Bracelet shone with brilliance, but the Purple-Rank and devil artifact sealed the entire Moon Slaughter Devil Nest, so An Zheng was unable to contact Chen Shaobai's father.
Suddenly, An Ran thought of a way.
This method was so ruthless and decisive. It left no room for hesitation. However, An Zheng made his decision the moment this thought appeared in his mind without any delay. He gathered all the Cultivation Power on top of the Depressing Sword, then pushed the Depressing Sword forward and stuffed it into a grid within the large net. Then, An Zheng quickly retreated. As he retreated, he summoned all eight Holy Fish Scale and formed a thick and sturdy gigantic shield in front of him.
"Break for me!"
An Zheng extended a hand out, and the blood and flesh on his arm instantly exploded.
Using the power of his bloodline as a guide, he crippled an arm and destroyed a Purple-Rank Artifact!
An Zheng had already dripped blood on the Depressing Sword to recognize it as its master, and the blood of the Depressing Sword and An Zheng were connected. But even if An Zheng was the master of a Depressing Sword, it would still be difficult for him to destroy a Purple-Rank Artifact. which was why even as the master of a Depressing Sword, An Zheng still needed to pay the price of his own bloodline in order to destroy it. Destroying an artifact with one arm in exchange for a chance to return home.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The Purple-Rank Equipment had been destroyed.
In all of history, An Zheng was the first cultivator to voluntarily destroy his own Purple-Rank and artifact. If people found out about this, who knows how many people would feel heartbroken. Those people who wanted to obtain the Purple-Rank Divine Artifact would wish they could tear An Zheng into eight pieces. The only person in the world who could create a Purple-Rank Divine Artifact was Old Huo. Since Old Huo was already old, he had already used up all his remaining strength to create another Purple-Rank Divine Artifact. Even if he had the right luck, it would still be extremely difficult to succeed. Therefore, for all the Purple-Rank Divine Artifact in the world, every one of them had been destroyed, and they might not be able to recover at all.
Under the immense might, the eight Holy Fish Scale s in front of An Zheng were blown back explosively from the explosion, heavily smashing onto his body. In an instant, it was unknown how many ribs on An Zheng's chest were broken.
With a wail, An Zheng spat out a large mouthful of blood.
A ball of purple light surged out from the point of explosion, and a crack appeared in the Purple-Rank Magic Tool. The released air current and purple light shot out from the hole like a roaring ocean. Originally strengthened by the Purple-Rank and devil equipment, the Moon Slaughter Tower could no longer hold on and collapsed. All the trees, flowers, and plants within a radius of a few miles had withered where the purple light had leaked out.
With the destruction of the Purple-Rank, the sky and earth changed color, and n
o signs of life could be seen.
Nature's sensitivity to natural energy was far greater than that of humans. Those flowers, plants and trees, felt the destruction of the Purple-Rank Divine Artifact and died. Half of the broken sword was sent flying out of the crack and into the ground with a "pu" sound. The other half had already exploded into smithereens, leaving nothing behind.
An Zheng's back bumped into the other side of the Moon Slaughter Devil Nest, causing his spine to go crooked. If not for the Holy Fish Scale's protection, An Zheng's body would have instantly been shattered by the Purple-Rank Divine Artifact's explosion.
The Lunar Restaurant collapsed, and a cloud of dust rose into the air.
An Zheng was dazed, he knew that he could faint at any moment. He raised his right hand to clench onto a bloody spot on his left arm, and blood came out from his hand. The intense pain allowed his spirit to recover by a bit, and he endured the pain as he called his Holy Fish Scale over. He sat on the Holy Fish Scale with much difficulty, then with a thought, the Holy Fish Scale flew forward.
Beneath the broken walls of the Moon Tower, Ning Muye struggled awkwardly out of the ruins. He lowered his head to look and found that there was no part of his body that was unharmed. The blood quickly seeped out. It was unknown how many bones were broken or how many flesh and blood were forcefully sliced off by the surging energy. He was downstairs and had his own high ranked magic tool protecting his body, causing him to be injured to the point where he was barely breathing.
Ning Muye looked at An Zheng who was sitting on the scale like object and quickly left with a complicated expression.
"You …" is no longer a human. "
This was definitely not a scolding phrase. Even Ning Muye himself was not clear about it, but when he said it, what exactly did he think of An Zheng. Whether it was reverence or hatred.
An Zheng didn't pay any attention to him from the beginning until the end. Even after he had destroyed one of his arms and rushed out of the prison, he still didn't pay any attention to him. Because, An Zheng was thinking about his family, Qu Liuxi, Gu Qianye, Du Shoushou. It was the Oldman Huo, it was Lang Jing. It was the men in the Heavenly Awakening Sect, the boorish characters on the streets that had returned to the right path.
The Holy Fish Scale flew with An Zheng along several sides, and when An Zheng saw the half broken sword stabbed into the ground in the distance, he immediately grabbed it. The sword had lost its luster, as though a Depressing Sword like this was truly depressing.
The Holy Fish Scale's speed reached its limit as it swiftly traversed through the main street. An Zheng did not dare to fly high in the sky. Travelling through the streets, he could even slightly conceal his tracks.
Boom! *
Just like a mountain descending from mid air, a huge seal smashed towards An Zheng's head. An Zheng's body, including the Holy Fish Scale's, was smashed into the ground.
The huge seal was more than ten meters long and weighed more than ten thousand pounds. Under such huge power, if it were any ordinary person, they would have probably died a long time ago, and their flesh and blood would have all been smashed to pieces.
A man around forty years old stood on the giant seal with a cold expression.
He looked towards the DeYue Pavilion and could not help but snort, "Mister Ning, it was all in vain for us to call you sir. How come you can't even deal with a little brat? It's really disappointing. "
This man was the Sixth Master of the Drizzle Court, Goldman Sachs. He hated An Zheng more than anyone else. This was because his surname was Gao. Although he had been expelled from the Gao family for many years, he had no choice but to join the enemy camp and become the sixth in command of the Drizzle Court. But his surname was Gao after all, and he had the blood of the Gao Family flowing in his bones.
"When I was expelled from the Gao Family, I swore to kill everyone in the Gao Family with my own hands. But that was me, no one else. Even if I hate them to death, no one else is allowed to kill me. "
Goldman stood on the stamp, looking down at the ground. "Let's crush you to dust, send you to hell, and let the Gao family in hell fight you."
Just as he finished speaking, the seal suddenly shattered.
The Nine Hell Magic Bell crashed out from below and shattered the seal of the peak Red Rank. Goldman Sachs, who was standing on the giant seal, was sent flying. A huge gash appeared in the air as blood poured out of the wound.
Half of his shoulder was already broken, but when An Zheng raised his head to take a look, he saw that his eyes were blood-red.
"Don't block my way back."
He pointed forward, and the Holy Fish Scale flew with him to the Heavenly Awakening Sect again. The Nine Hell Magic Bell rose up from the ground and crushed Goldman's body as it swept across the ground. Goldman Sachs wanted to dodge but had no way of doing so. He could only watch helplessly as the tower-like bell rolled over his body.
Half of An Zheng's body had almost fallen out of control, his neck slanted to the side. One of his eyes was completely covered in blood, and he could not see the road ahead clearly. Blood was pouring out of his ears, nose, and mouth. His originally bright and clean face was now covered in blood. He was barely able to keep himself from sitting on the Holy Fish Scale, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to go home.
Countless assassins of the Drizzle Court appeared on the houses in the surroundings, arrows pouring down like a torrential rain. An Zheng struggled to raise his hand and point upwards with his finger, causing the Nine Hell Magic Bell to look like nine revolving pagodas. The sound waves rippled out in all directions and the assassins of the Drizzle Court were instantly turned into meat rain by the sound waves. In a pool of blood, An Zheng rode his Holy Fish Scale and returned to the Heavenly Awakening Sect.
Chapter 290 - This Time, It's My Turn to Hold Your Hand
The Holy Fish Scale that was flying forward like a boat was moving against the waves of the sea. Sometimes he would be smacked into the sky by the waves, and sometimes he would be pressed under the water by the waves. But no matter what, the ship continued to move forward.
The entire street was filled with people from the Drizzle Court, and they had prepared for this ambush. Even if An Zheng was not a high-profile person, even if it seemed like he was not even a threat, those people would never stop. After killing An Zheng, exterminating the Heavenly Awakening Sect, then suppressing Chen Zaiyan and the others, the Xiao Qi Dao was still so young, wouldn't he be at their mercy?
To put it bluntly, those people were the other Su Qingnuan.
Having lost the support of An Zheng and the Heavenly Awakening Sect, they did not put the Xiao Qi Dao in their eyes at all.
An Zheng sat on the Holy Fish Scale, on the verge of collapsing, and almost fell down from it a few times. But every time, he would grit his teeth and persevere, forcing himself to stay awake.
The light inside the Blood Pearl Bracelet began to shine brighter, and a warm feeling started to flow into An Zheng's body from the Blood Pearl Bracelet. Perhaps Chen Shaobai's father in the Mount Cang Man had felt that An Zheng was severely injured, or perhaps the blood and energy in the blood of the Blood Pearl Bracelet had flowed in reverse after it had reconnected with Chen Shaobai's father. But no matter what, at least An Zheng's injuries did not worsen after he left the Moon Slaughter Devil Nest.
An Zheng struggled to wipe the blood off his left eye. It was still red in front. The eyeball was bleeding and could not be wiped away.
The red world in front of him was full of people. Those assassins of the Drizzle Court would never let him leave here alive. All sorts of deadly attacks were launched at An Zheng nonstop. The Nine Hell Magic Bell enveloped An Zheng's head and began to attack.
"Have you experienced the cruelty of the world?"
Chen Shaobai's father's voice appeared in his mind.
"You stick to the right path, but in this dirty world, the right path goes in the opposite direction. If you are willing to wor
k with us, we will be able to go with the flow. "
An Zheng replied, "I don't believe it."
"Look at your current situation, you still dare to say that you don't believe me?!"
An Zheng replied, "Even if I die, I won't believe it. The righteous path was the righteous path. Even if the correct path was the reverse, it was still the correct path. Even if the wind was flowing smoothly, evil was evil. Just like people and demons … Now it's only humans that want to kill me, and you are called a demon. Are you more evil than them? Therefore, what people do may not be the right path, what people do may not be the wrong path. In this world, there is no such thing as absolute. It is the correct way to stick to what I think. "
Chen Shaobai's father's voice disappeared for a good while before he let out a long sigh, "To be able to say these few words is truly admirable. But I can't save you. Even if I give you back the Cultivation Power that belongs to you right now, I can't save you. There are too many people blocking in front of you, so you can't persevere against the Heavenly Awakening Sect. "
An Zheng raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I will definitely come."
The Nine Hell Magic Bell began their massacre, and the entire street was filled with rivers of blood.
The assassins of the Drizzle Court rushed up one by one and fell down one by one.
The distance from North City to East City became the furthest distance in the world.
An Zheng's eyes became more and more blurry, and his body became softer and softer. With his good hand, he was barely able to steady himself, and could barely lift his head. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dyeing a large area of the Holy Fish Scale red.