As the ice tower burst, Nangong Young Master, wrapped in a layer of faint ice, appeared. At this time, Nangong Young Master looked very depressed, his lips were purple, and his face was even pale.
"Is it frozen by my own martial arts?"
Yue Mochen was puzzled by Nangong Shao’s condition, but when he glanced at the ground, Yue Mochen finally understood why Nangong Shao became like this.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of ice powder, and above the pure white ice powder, there was a silver needle that was about to turn black in the silver!
Looking at Nangong Young Master, Yue Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of clarity. Nangong Young Master released the ice wall and was indeed to block his sight, but his purpose was not to release the ice blade storm, but to hide the poison needle in the ice blade storm!
As long as Yue Mochen bears any ice blade, the poison needle wrapped in the ice blade will kill Yue Mochen.
But unexpectedly, Yue Mochen actually made the Ice Blade Storm hit together, and the ice blade that had lost control immediately rushed towards Nangong Young Master in the center of the storm!
As a warrior with ice-attribute spiritual energy, these ice blades that come from his own hands do not have much lethality, but the poison needles in the ice blade are covered with a very poison that even he does not have an antidote!
So, the tragedy happened. Nangong Shao was injured under his poisonous needle. His embarrassing appearance was not caused by frostbite, but by poisoning.
Yue Mochen, who thought clearly about the whole story, almost broke out in a cold sweat. While secretly glad that he did not take it directly, he looked at Mr. Nangong with a cold look.
However, Young Master Nangong was no longer able to react to Yue Mochen's expression. He tried his best to resist the protracted toxins in his body.
But, this toxin is really powerful. Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't resist the invasion of the toxin. Starting from the back of his hand, his skin showed dark and brown magic patterns, and then spread to his body, arms, neck...
After a while, even his face was covered with dark brown magic patterns, which looked terrifying and gloomy. With a violent trembling, Nangong Shao spit out a mouthful of black blood, looked at Yue Mochen weakly, and then turned his eyes and died.
Immediately, the corpse began to melt immediately, like metal in a hot furnace, turning into corpse water.
Seeing this, Yue Mochen sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.
When it opened again, the indifference and coldness in the dark eyes had completely disappeared, and replaced by the vitality and vitality that the boy should have.
Yue Mochen turned his head, looked at the people in the Nangong family, and smiled faintly: "So everyone, do anyone else have any opinions?"
"Only the master's order!" Nangong Wei knelt down on one knee and was the first to express his opinion.
When the Nangong family saw it, they looked at the Nangong Young Master's body that was not human-shaped, and they all expressed their opinions. Needless to say, the worshipers were kneeling more simply than anyone else. They were just worshiping and did not have a strong relationship with the Nangong family like the Nangong people. No matter who is in power in the Nangong family, they could only passively accept it.
"Your name is Nangong Wei?"
Yue Mochen walked towards Nangong Wei and looked down at the other person from a high place.
“Yes Master!”
Nangong Wei replied respectfully, his head was buried very much, and no one could see his expression now.
"From now on, call me Young Master. There is no big deal for you to do for the time being. What you need to do is to build Yongye Pavilion into the largest force in Mofeng City. No, do you understand?"
"It's the young master!"
Nangong Wei's answer was very straightforward, and Yue Mochen nodded with satisfaction. At this time, Wanyan Yaoliang hurriedly walked towards Yue Mochen as if he had suddenly remembered something.
"Young Master, go and save Brother Yong and the others!"
"What's going on?" Yue Mochen was shocked. He heard panic and anxious from Wanyan Yaoliang's tone.
Wanyan Yaoliang quickly told the story of Liu Dayong and others going to pick up the goods, and roughly told Yue Mochen about the current situation of Yongye Pavilion.
After listening to Wanyan Yaoliang's narration with a serious expression, Yue Mochen immediately raised Nangong Wei, who was still kneeling on the ground, pulled the latter's collar and said, "If something happens to my brother tonight, I want all the people related to this matter to be buried with you! Including the Nangong family!"
"Young Master, please calm down. I will organize people to rescue you now!"
Nangong Wei replied tremblingly. After receiving Yue Mochen's instructions, he immediately turned around and shouted with a majestic look on his face: "Nangong Fu, bring all the people above the heaven level to save people!"
"yes!"
A middle-aged man who was about 10 years younger than Nangong responded immediately. Since the family members had already gathered here, they had gathered all the people without spending much time.
"Young Master, the Nangong family currently has four saint-level masters and seventy-one saint-level masters. All of them are concentrated and you can set off at any time!"
Nangong Wei bowed his hand and said to Yue Mochen.
"Xiaoliang, lead the way!"
Yue Mochen turned over and jumped onto a tall horse that had been led by his servant. This horse was called Yunma. It was named because of its snow-white body. It has extremely strong explosive power and is faster than ordinary spirit beasts, but it is not suitable as a long-range mount.
Upon hearing this, Wanyan Yaoliang didn't say anything nonsense, nodded, then turned over a cloud horse and said to everyone behind him: "Target, ** Avenue! Let's go!"
As soon as the horse whip was raised, a crisp "pop" sound was heard, Wanyan Yaoliang took the lead and ran towards the ** Avenue, with Yue Mochen and the people from the Nangong family following closely behind.
The group quickly rode the horse and soon arrived at the ** Avenue. However, they did not find Liu Dayong, only saw corpses and broken limbs on the ground.
Wanyan Yaoliang turned over and dismounted with a pale face, and walked to a corpse that was still complete: "It's our people."
An anxious and angry look flashed between Yue Mochen's eyebrows. He rode his horse back and forth and found that most of these people were people he didn't know, so he knew that these people were all newcomers who had just received Yongye just after Liu Dayong and his friends came to Mofeng City.
Although he did not meet, Yue Mochen's anger was not reduced at all. He knew that these people who were alive not long ago could have drunk and chatted with them to create the future of Yongye Pavilion, but at this time they could only lie on the streets.
"How many people are there in total?" Yue Mochen looked at the corpse on the ground with his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
Wanyan Yaoliang's expression was not much better. He wriggled his lips with difficulty and said a number.
Immediately, the "cuckling" sound of Yue Mochen's fist clenched, and Yue Mochen raised his head, and a sharp light flashed through his red eyes: "Let's go! Tonight, I will wash away the nine major forces!"