"Boom." There was a loud noise. The great monk's staff hit the white light screen hard.
"Crack." A crack appeared on the thick white light curtain.
"Haha..." The great monk laughed wildly and said: "It's just a light curtain. Don't even try to trap me... Uh..." As he said that, the great monk suddenly froze.
I saw that the cracks on the white light screen were slowly healing on their own. In the blink of an eye, the cracks disappeared.
"This light curtain actually has an automatic repair function." The great monk's expression finally changed.
Nangong Batian, who was standing below, sneered: "Xiao Liang, do it."
"Yes." Nangong Liang nodded. He took out a command flag from his arms and shook it gently three times.
Countless wind blades suddenly appeared all around. They quickly slashed at the great monk in the air.
"Fellow Taoists, it's time to take action." Nangong Liang shouted to the people behind him.
Everyone hurriedly released their magic weapons and attacked the great monk directly.
Nangong Batian stood aside with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of taking action.
What a great monk. Faced with the attacks of so many people, there was no trace of panic on his face. He picked up his staff and started fighting with everyone.
An hour passed.
The great monk's face became increasingly ugly. While he was guarding against the wind blade transformed by the magic circle, he was also dealing with the attacks from everyone. The mana in his body was severely depleted. If this continued, the great monk would sooner or later be exhausted to death.
Another hour passed. The attacks by Nangong Liang and others were still fierce, without any weakening. On the other hand, the great monk's counterattacks were getting weaker and weaker.
No. I must find a way to break out of this magic circle. A fierce look flashed in the great monk's eyes. With a shake of his hand, the staff rushed towards the direction where Nangong Batian and others were.
"What is he going to do..." Nangong Liang showed a trace of surprise on his face.
Nangong Batian frowned. Suddenly his expression changed: "No, he's going to blow up his magic weapon. Hide quickly." After saying that, Nangong Batian retreated back.
The others were startled and fled hurriedly.
"Bang..." The staff suddenly exploded. A terrifying aura came from the staff. In an instant, several golden elixir stage immortal cultivators were reduced to ashes. Then it swept towards the direction where Nangong Batian fled. And go.
As the staff self-destructed, the entire magic circle began to shake slightly. Countless cracks appeared on the white light curtain above the head. The great monk's staff took hundreds of years to refine. Selected The material is also extremely rare. In addition, it has been cultivated by great monks for hundreds of years. The power of the staff is absolutely amazing.
At this time, the great monk clasped his hands together, moved his lips slightly, and recited a few spells. A dazzling golden light burst out from the great monk's hands. The golden light flew into the air and transformed into a huge fist.
The great monk softly uttered one word: "Broken."
The fist turned into golden light suddenly hit the white light curtain in the air hard.
There was a muffled sound. The white light curtain that was already full of cracks instantly shattered into a huge hole.
The great monk swayed and flew out of the broken opening of the white light curtain: "I will repay you ten times for today's revenge someday." After saying this, the great monk quickly flew towards the southwest. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After a concerted counterattack by Nangong Batian, Lin San and others, the terrifying aura of the staff's self-destruction was finally eliminated.
"Hey..." Nangong Batian let out a long sigh of relief: "It was really too dangerous just now."
"Father, that great monk ran away." Nangong Liang's tone was a little regretful. He was about to trap the great monk to death in the magic circle. Who would have thought that this great monk would explode his magic weapon?
Nangong Batian looked at the severely damaged magic circle. His face was very ugly: "I made a miscalculation today."
"Father, that great monk will definitely seek revenge on us in the future." Nangong Liang said worriedly.
"Don't worry. The great monk was seriously injured by us. He will not recover for ten or eight years." Nangong Batian comforted him.
After listening to Nangong Batian's words, Nangong Liang felt a little more at ease.
"Xiao Liang, please wait for me here. I'm going to do something. I'll be back soon." After saying that, Nangong Batian raised his body and flew towards the opposite mountain peak.
Nangong Liang took out a bottle of healing elixir from his body and gave it to everyone.
This time it was definitely a fierce battle. When we came, there were a total of sixteen cultivators. Now there are less than ten people left alive. Several cultivators also suffered serious internal injuries.
Lin San also suffered some minor injuries, but nothing serious.
Half an hour later, Nangong Batian returned.
Lin San noticed that Nangong Batian was a little excited. It seemed that he had encountered something happy.
"Okay. Everything is done. Let's go back." Nangong Batian greeted everyone to get on the flying boat. Then, the flying boat followed the original route and returned to the Nangong family.
…
On the flying boat.
A secret room.
Nangong Batian and Nangong Liang sat together and quietly plotted something.
"Father, have you got the spiritual tree?" Nangong Liang couldn't help but ask.
Nangong Batian smiled slightly: "I got it. The root system of the spiritual tree is very long. I spent a lot of effort to dig it out. After returning to the Nangong Family, I planted the spiritual tree directly in the back mountain. After a while, the Nangong Family The spiritual energy will become thicker. If you continue to practice, you will get twice the result with half the effort." As he spoke, Nangong Batian flicked his sleeves. A crystal box appeared on the table. The lid of the box was transparent and could be clearly seen from the outside. Inside the box lies a small silver-white tree. The leaves are all silver-white. There are also some strange patterns on the trunk.
"This is the spiritual tree. Why is it so small?" Nangong Liang asked doubtfully.
"Haha... I reduced the size of the spirit tree for the sake of portability. In fact, the spirit tree is more than ten feet tall." Nangong Batian explained.
"That's it." Nangong Liang's face showed a hint of surprise.
After admiring it for a while, Nangong Batian immediately put the spiritual tree away.
Nangong Liang picked up the teapot next to him and poured Nangong Batian a cup of hot tea.
"Well, Xiaoliang, I have something to discuss with you." Nangong Batian suddenly said.
"What." Nangong Liang put down the teapot and looked up at Nangong Batian.
Nangong Batian pondered for a moment: "The fact that we obtained the spirit tree must not be leaked. Otherwise, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble."
"Father, what do you mean?" Nangong Liang's heart moved.
Nangong Batian glanced at Nangong Liang and softly uttered a few words: "In order to keep it secret, we can only kill everyone outside."
Nangong Liang was stunned: "Father, there is no need for this. They don't know about the spirit tree at all." Those Jindan stage immortal cultivators outside were all invited by Nangong Liang. Some of them are the same as Nangong Liang. Very good friends. To be honest, Nangong Liang really doesn't want to kill them.
"There is no airtight wall in the world. They may not know it now, but they will definitely know it in the future. For the sake of safety, they must be killed to silence them." Nangong Batian said coldly.
Nangong Liang frowned but said nothing.
"Xiao Liang, those who want to achieve great things must be vicious. I am doing this for the future of the Nangong family." Nangong Batian said in a deep voice.
Nangong Liang pondered for a long time before nodding: "Okay. Just do what father wants."
Nangong Batian nodded with satisfaction: "I'll leave this matter to you." After saying that, Nangong Batian flicked his wrist. A small green bottle appeared in his palm: "This bottle contains an extremely vicious substance." The poison. You have to find a way to make those cultivators at the Golden Core stage take it." Nangong Batian shook his hand, and the small green bottle flew towards Nangong Liang.
Nangong Liang reached out to catch the small bottle. He took a closer look and said, "The poison inside can really kill immortal cultivators at the golden elixir stage."
"The poison in this bottle was refined by me using one hundred and eight of the most poisonous poisons in the world. Not to mention the cultivators of the Golden Elixir stage, even the cultivators of the Nascent Soul stage will suffer from body ulcers and death if they take it. "Nangong Batian is very confident in the poison he refined.
"My father said that. I feel relieved." Nangong Liang carefully put away the small bottle.
"It's nothing. Just go out first. I'm going to meditate to heal my injuries." Nangong Batian sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Father, are your injuries okay?" Nangong Liang asked worriedly.
Nangong Batian smiled: "It's okay. It's just that the magic weapon of my life was destroyed by the great monk. It caused some trauma to my mind. I will recover after resting for a while."
"Then father, let's rest. I'm going out first." Nangong Liang said hello, turned around and left the secret room.
"Huh..." Nangong Batian breathed out, slowly closed his eyes, and began to meditate. Nangong Batian lied just now. He was seriously injured. Several meridians in his body were damaged. His magic power was only There is only 20% left. Due to the destruction of the natal magic weapon, Nangong Batian's mind has also been severely damaged. If Nangong Batian hadn't taken a few healing holy medicines, he might not have been able to hold on long ago. According to his current situation, there is no It will be difficult to return to its heyday in a year and a half.
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Night time.
Nangong Liang set up a sumptuous banquet in the living room to entertain all the golden elixir stage immortal cultivators who helped fight the enemy.
Due to Nangong Batian's physical inconvenience, he did not attend.
Nangong Liang was sitting on the main seat, holding a glass of wine: "Come on, let me toast you all."
The golden elixir stage immortal cultivators sitting on both sides quickly picked up their wine glasses and drank them all in one gulp.
Lin San picked up the wine glass. Just as he was about to drink it, he suddenly noticed a strange situation in the corner of his eye. Just now, Nangong Liang poured out the wine in the glass when no one was paying attention. Lin San was stunned for a moment and thought secretly in his heart. Said: This Nangong Liang is so good. Why did he pour out the wine? Could it be... Suddenly Lin San thought of something. His expression suddenly condensed. Then he put down the wine glass.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Lin, why don't you drink?" Nangong Liang asked in surprise.
"Oh, to be honest with fellow Taoist Nangong, I haven't been feeling well lately, so I can't drink." Lin San explained.
"Haha... I see that Fellow Daoist Lin looks quite plump." Nangong Liang said with a smile.
Lin San shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am strong on the outside but dry on the inside...cough cough cough..." As he spoke, Lin San suddenly coughed a few times.
"You don't want to drink. I'll drink." A Chinese character sitting next to Lin San grabbed the wine glass in front of Lin San. He raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth: "It's such a good wine."