[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 214 [English]

Chapter 214 [Jiaoshan] Spirit Core Shattered

The ink-burning hands were clenched in the dark, his heartbeat was like a war drum, and the veins in his temples were twitching vaguely. He stared at the tense situation in front of him, and a crazy thought screamed in his heart – Nangong Changying would kill Nangong Si at any time.And does he really want to stand like this?Can he really stand like this with peace of mind?!

He was shaking, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw anything strange about him. The thin line between life and death in the barrier was like fine sand absorbing water, gathering all the eyes.

The sword will be stained with blood at any time.

Ten thousand trees were desolate, Mo Ran held the hidden weapon in his sleeve, and rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the sharp sleeve arrow. He wanted to do something, but that thing made his fear grow like weeds…

Suddenly, Nangong Changying’s body trembled.

The trembling was so obvious now that everyone could see it clearly.

Xue Zhengyong was shocked: “What’s wrong?!”

Nangong Changying couldn’t see the specific position of Nangong Si, and the position where he raised the sword was actually a bit off.But Nangong Si couldn’t make a sound. The slightest sound or the strange movement of the wind would make Nangong Changying react.

He stared at his ancestor’s face palely and stubbornly, pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips were full of wet blood.

“Are you…Nangong…Si?”

“!!!”

Let alone Xue Zhengyong this time, many people standing in the front shuddered when they heard this sentence.

——Nangong Changying is conscious?!?

Mo Ran’s face also changed suddenly, a cold light flashed in his sleeves, and the hidden arrow that was about to come in handy was taken back by him.His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

What a risk…I was almost exposed…

He felt lucky that he didn’t have to take action, but then he felt uneasy and sick because of his luck.

In front of this Jiao Mountain, the two souls from his past life and this life were fighting each other, biting and entangled, tearing each other bloody and biting to pieces.

He doesn’t know how long he can hold on.

“Nangong…Si…seventh…”

Within the barrier, Nangong Changying’s high-hanging sword shifted little by little.

Little by little, inch by inch…

Xue Zhengyong was extremely shocked: “He is really conscious?”

No, not consciously.

It is to restore consciousness, to restore the remaining consciousness in this corpse.

Mo Ran knew that Xu Shuanglin, who was hiding in a corner of Jiao Mountain, was like a poor puppeteer. He had never danced such a complicated and huge puppet, and he could hardly hold on.

Nangong Changying is about to break free from he——

“Brush!”

Before Mo Ran could finish his thoughts, the muffled sound that penetrated the flesh made his scalp numb and his pupils shrank sharply.

In an instant.

Blood spurts!

There was almost no sound, and suddenly a scream that was twisted to the extreme exploded in the ears, and a frosty sword pierced the periosteum – “Asi!!!”

“Miss Ye!”

“Ye Wangxi!!”

Ye Wangxi, whose eyes were red and looked almost crazy, was clamped down, fearing that she would do something drastic, but people soon discovered that it was just too much, what could she do?She is not from the Nangong family. No matter how she is his right-hand man, she is just an outsider in front of Jiao Shan.

She can’t get in at all.

Nangong Changying’s sword mercilessly penetrated Nangong Si’s shoulder and back. If he could see with both eyes, he would have opened a cold and drafty hole in Nangong Si’s chest at this moment.

Nangong Si froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but Chang Ying immediately drew his sword and blood spattered. Nangong Si fell to the ground and vomited a large mouthful of blood. It was difficult to even support himself. After struggling several times, he finally fell slumped into the soil.

I don’t know what Xu Shuanglin did. Maybe he donated the power of his spiritual core, or maybe he used all his consciousness to control Nangong Changying.

This body that was about to regain its consciousness suddenly turned into a puppet who was determined to kill. He held the sword, and there was blood constantly left in the slot of the thin sword. It dripped on the ground, and with the moonlight, it gathered into a small pool of uncertain darkness.

Nangong Si tried to get up from the ground again, but failed. He was stuck in the mud, barely raising his face.

The ink-burning eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

He would rather Nangong Si not let anyone see this face, a face that was originally proud, flying, always clean, and handsome. At this moment, there is only blood and mud, and the facial features can hardly be seen. It is so embarrassed that it can make anyone with conscience feel miserable.

Although there was no sadness in Nangong Si’s eyes.

There is still fire in his eyes, there is still light.

Nangong Changying wanted to add another blow, but a white light came and fought with him. Nao Baijin roared and howled with murderous intent and ignored him.

“Asi…”

Ye Wangxi was about to collapse, but Nangong Si didn’t look at her. He only stared at Jiang Xi, his bloody lips and teeth opening and closing.

he couldn’t make too loud a sound at the moment, but Jiang Xi understood lip language, he put his hands behind his hands, and stared at the movement of Nangong Si’s lips with a pair of brown eyes without blinking.

Nangong Si finished speaking.

Jiang Xi said: “…Okay. I know.”

“Woooooooo…”

There was another dull thud, and Nao Baijin was hit out by Nangong Changying with one hand. The noise of its fall was far greater than that of its owner. Its huge snow-white body fell among the leaves of the trees, crushing a large number of branches and leaves.Immediately afterwards, its spiritual power could no longer support it, and “poof” a cloud of smoke arose on the spot. Before the smoke dissipated, a fluffy white baby dog ​​staggered out, less than the size of a human hand, and bit the hem of Nangong Changying’s clothes with all its strength.

That is the larval prototype of Nao Baijin.

Nangong Si turned his head and coughed in a low voice: “Let’s go, let’s go quickly.”

“Awwwww!!” Nao Baijin refused to leave.

But with this bit of force, it bit Nangong Changying, like a mud cow entering the sea, never to return. Nangong Changying didn’t bother to pay attention to it at all. He moved his fingers, and the Jiaoshan Mountain shook. The hundreds of corpses that had been bound by Nangong Si were instantly pulled out of the ground by the vines.

Try to pull up the mountain.

Destroy and destroy.

Nangong Si’s eyes flashed with fierce luster, and he pressed his hand hard on the ground. In an instant, his chest hurt sharply, and his spiritual core was shattered!!

He used his spiritual core that he had cultivated for more than 20 years, and used his hard work of practicing for more than 20 years in the cold winter and hot summer, and made a desperate move and never looked back, and shouted in a low voice with blood: “Shen Zhi!!”

Crack.

He could clearly feel that in his heart, the core that had been with him for twenty years collapsed in an instant.

It’s very light, like the ripples caused by the wind passing through Spring Lake.

It’s very heavy, like broken earth and rocks from mountains and rivers.

In the end they all turned into powder.

At that moment, Nangong Si felt a vague sense of relief. It turned out that the spiritual core was exhausted and broken. This is what it feels like?Although it hurts, it’s not heartbreaking.

Then, when Aniang died, she probably didn’t suffer too much.

In just a moment, it was all gone.

The evil dragon spirit actually trembled slightly because of He’s sacrifice. The blood vines that were about to loosen suddenly closed again, clinging tightly to the zombies that were about to break out.Nangong Changying raised his chin slightly, said “Huh?” in a low voice, then walked step by step in front of Nangong Si and stopped.

Nangong Si could not walk a step at this time. He had lost his spiritual core and was no different from ordinary people.

He can’t even recall his own sword.

he gasped, looking up, his eyes reflected the moonlight, and also reflected Nangong Changying’s face against the moonlight.

“The leader…”

Nangong Changying’s blindfolded ribbon flew in the cold wind. He stood there for a while and moved his fingertips again. However, because of the sacrifice of Nangong Si’s spiritual core, the spirit of Jiaoshan could not immediately respond to the instructions of the original owner’s body. Therefore, the blood vines remained motionless and even slowly dragged the rioting corpses and continued to sink underground.

But Nangong Si knew that he could no longer hold on.

As long as Nangong Changying is determined to give orders ruthlessly, Jiaoshan will definitely obey the instructions of the first master in the end, and he cannot change all this.

However, although it cannot be changed, he will still pay such a price to do it and do what he can.

With a clear conscience.

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran clenched his lips and teeth, and the arrows in his sleeves were on his fingertips again. The lines on his face were stretched to the extreme, and his hands trembled slightly under his robes.

Inside the barrier, Nangong Si said: “Master Tai… I’m sorry, I still… nothing… nothing…”

The ancestor’s sword was raised again, and Nangong Si was about to slowly close his eyes.

Suddenly, at the moment when he was about to pull his neck to kill, he saw Nangong Chang Ying’s neck turning, and with difficulty, squeezed out this sentence from the gap between his teeth, “You… are called… Nangong… Si?”

Nangong Si suddenly shuddered and said hoarsely: “Master Tai?! Are you, are you conscious? You…can you understand what I say?!”

Mo Ran could no longer hear the following sentences clearly, but everyone could see that the movements of Nangong Changying’s men suddenly slowed down, and their lips opened and closed slightly, obviously talking to Nangong Si.

“I…shouldn’t…fight…with you…”

Nangong Changying’s sword was still hanging, but he made very slight sounds intermittently in his throat.

“I still have… memories of the past… before I died, I was worried that there would be changes in the future generations…” He had just recovered his consciousness, and his words were not clear, and he said hoarsely, “Unexpected… it will happen today.”

Nangong Changying paused, then continued: “Nangong… Si. In a moment… after I… after I finish reciting the incantation… you immediately… take away the bow and arrow… I…”

Bow and arrow?

What bow and arrow?

Nangong Si’s mind was buzzing, and he couldn’t react for a moment, but Nangong Changying had already turned his sword, scraped against the ground, and let out a long roar like a dragon’s roar.Immediately afterwards he swept back a few feet, his clothes and sleeves flying, like a banished immortal.

Nangong Changying was trembling. At this moment, he could barely free his lips and tongue from the he that was controlled by the performer. Every word he spoke required a huge loss of strength.

“Pull through the clouds and summon you.”

After saying this sentence almost word by word, a clear and long chant suddenly came out from the hinterland of Jiaoshan Mountain. The land in front of Nangong Si suddenly cracked. In the rolling sand, a dark blue horn bow could not stop ringing, lighting up the long night.

Everyone was horrified, even a cold person like Chu Wanning, was slightly discolored.

The legendary martial arts buried with the first head of the Confucianism Sect——

Through the clouds!

“Quickly, take it away!” Nangong Changying said hoarsely, shaking his hands violently, as if he was fighting against the invisible spider threads, trying his best not to go forward and pick up his divine bow Chuan Yun, “The arrows penetrating the clouds can burn flesh and blood… burn.”

Nangong Si actually understood what he meant, but the stimulation was too great, and he couldn’t believe it, so he asked dryly: “What are you burning?”

“Me!” Nangong Changying suddenly shouted angrily.

“The master!”

“Don’t let my body…do…the thing…that I hated…the most during my lifetime.” Nangong Changying stood tall and tall, and his clothes were rusty. He said the last word after a hundred years, “Burn.”