Nan Zhi looked at Jing Muan, and the scene of the night the Nan family was destroyed appeared in front of him again.
The black mist around her was getting thicker and thicker, and the mark between her eyebrows was burning like fire.
Jing Muan's face changed drastically, "Zhier, don't!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious resentment gushed out of Nanzhi's body and quickly spread throughout the city.
She wants everyone in the world to be buried with the Nan family!
The screams of fear of the people pierced Jing Mu'an's heart like needles.
He held the heavy sword tightly, "Zhier, don't make any mistakes anymore, those are innocent people..."
"Innocent?" Nan Zhi smiled desperately, tears falling from tears, "Jing Muan, those people are innocent, aren't my Nan family innocent?"
She looked at Jing Muan who was speechless and screamed sternly: "You claim to be righteous people and slaughtered hundreds of people in the Nan family for the treasures of the Nan family! How innocent the Nan family is! How innocent I, Nanzhi!"
"Jing Muan, you ruined my family back then, but now you have the face to persuade me to stop!"
"Since the people in the world are betraying me, why should I pay attention to their life or death!"
A woman's questioning was like a heavy hammer in Jing Mu'an's heart.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene when they first met that year.
Fresh clothes and angry horses, smiling, green and beautiful.
It was his fault, he made such a bright and carefree girl look like she is now.
Jing Mu closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.
He held the heavy sword in his hand tightly, as if he had made some decision.
The heavy sword slowly burst out with a lightning light, and Jing Muan opened his eyes suddenly, attacking Nanzhi like lightning.
The wind and clouds roar, the thunder and lightning roars, and the sky and the earth are fading!
The figures of the two appeared and disappeared in the Li Guang, and Jing Muan, who was already injured, gradually fell into a disadvantage.
The screams of ordinary people from their resentment came again on the ground.
Jing Muan gritted his teeth, and a trace of determination flashed through his eyes.
He pinched a few hand techniques, turned his spiritual power all over his body, and prepared to fight to the death.
The blood-stained heavy sword broke through many obstacles and stabbed Nanzhi.
Nan Zhi looked at the man who was controlling the heavy sword and suddenly showed a sarcastic smile.
Jing Mu'an felt a strong sense of anxiety.
He quickly wanted to withdraw the heavy sword, but at this moment, Nan Zhi suddenly flew up.
The sharp sword tip cut through the red suit, pierced through his chest, and penetrated out from his back.
The hot blood sprayed on Jing Muan's face, burning his heart.
His eyes widened, his pupils trembled violently, and he couldn't say a word.
"Jing Muan..." Nan Zhi spoke in blood, "Everyone in the world says good and evil are incompatible... but what is good and evil is... what is evil again..."
She smiled and cried, "At that time, the hundreds of immortal families robbed the treasures of the Southern Family, slaughtered my parents, and killed my whole family on the grounds of the people of the world..."
"...Jing Mu'an, what is the difference between you and the hundreds of immortal schools that seek fame and reputation?"
Jing Muan's hand holding the sword trembled violently.
Nan Zhi vomited another mouthful of blood, and then told a shocking secret, "Jing Mu'an, I practice evil techniques and use my own blood as a guide, and I have never harmed anyone."
Jing Muan's pupils shrank violently, and the blood on his face instantly disappeared.
Nan Zhi looked at his reaction and laughed happily. She grabbed the heavy sword that stabbed into her chest and pulled it out suddenly.????.
Blood was everywhere, dyeing the man's eyes red.
"Jing Muan, I will never meet you again in my next life!"
The red clothes fell from the clouds into the southern palace, and a raging fire ignited in an instant.
Accompanied by Jing Muan's desperate cry, Nan Zhi's spiritual consciousness dissipated.
Many pictures appeared in front of her, the boy's clothes and angry horses, the girl's shy look, and finally, they were frozen on the loving faces of her parents.
The last wisp of spiritual consciousness disappeared, and Nan Zhi slowly closed her eyes with a carefree smile on the corner of her mouth.
Dad, mom...
Our family will never be separated again.
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