Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 120 Moth Evil Fire
Just as Han Yancui died, Ning Yuan felt a heart-wrenching pain.

Yesterday, the remaining knife energy was finally discharged from the body, and the body that had lost the sense of pain suffered another blow.

"Little sister!"

Jialing was awakened.

Seeing Prince Mo covering his chest, he asked anxiously, "My lord, your body?"

"Jia Ling, I have some sad news for you. My little sister has died."

"Impossible! Wang, you are lying to me!"

Ning Yuan looked indifferent: "People are going to die, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

"Who killed her?"

"How would I know that she is killing Broken Island, and it will never be wrong to settle the debt with King Ji Wu."

"My lord, please allow me to kill Broken Island and bring back the princess."

"Jialing, I know how you feel. The only way to ease the feeling of being killed is to kill other people's relatives."

"king?"

"Lead the way."

Wannianchun, a quiet village.

At this time, a white-haired old woman was supporting a young girl and walking slowly in the village.

"Slow down Feilu, your body has just recovered."

"I'm fine."

The passing villagers greeted each other: "It's Lingpo and Sacrificial Son."

After walking a few more steps, Granny Ling helped the girl back to the room: "After relaxing, it's time to go back."

Suddenly, Fei Lu held his head and howled, "Ah~"

"Feilu, how are you doing?"

"Okay, what a powerful evil... is, is approaching!"

Before Granny Ling could react, a red figure walked into the village, followed by a white-haired gunman.

"Peaceful race, how do you keep your peace?"

Lingpo stepped forward, protecting Feilu behind her, and asked, "Who are you? How do you know this place?"

Ning Yuan did not answer, but said to Jia Ling: "Capture."

Gun dance, gun down.

The more than a hundred descendants of the Niyu tribe who hid in the deep mountains were quickly knocked down by Jialing.

Witnessing the viciousness of the enemy, Lingpo tried her best to use her unique skill: "Cui Yu double chants, drink!"

The Jialing gun flew over, Lingpo immediately vomited scarlet.

Jia Ling wanted to shoot again, but was stopped by Ning Yuan: "No hurry, go and help me move a chair out, I'm too tired to stand."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lingpo led Feilu and ran away quickly.

Jialing moved a high-backed chair.

Ning Yuan sat up, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at the villagers kneeling on the ground with her head tilted.

"Tell me, where did those two escape?"

The villagers are all stubborn: "We will never talk about it!"

"The one who speaks out first will live."

The villagers looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Ning Yuan sighed: "Niyu tribe, what an evil race you are, I have perfected your virtues, and you are not willing to answer me a small question. How can I leave such a ruthless race and hurt other people's feelings. Jialing, you can avenge the king."

"They are not the king's enemies, Adoni is."

"Are you blaming me for not looking for Adoni? Kill them, and I will take you to the Mansion of Fidelity."

"But they have no power to fight back."

Ning Yuan's expression remained unchanged: "This is called venting anger. Isn't your loyalty to the king and your feelings for the younger sister not enough to make you vent your anger?"

"Killing is easy, but a fighter has the dignity of a fighter."

"It turns out that your respect for the king is not as good as your dignity. Jia Ling, you let me down."

Jia Ling clenched his fists: "I..."

"There is no real loyalty in the world. Loyalty is a deceitful game. Those who are loyal get dignity and fame. Those who are loyal get control and benefits, that's all."

"I followed the former king because he was worth following. He was willing to sacrifice everything, including himself, for the benefit of Buddha Prison."

"Before you talk about this, first prove that you can let go of the dignity of a soldier."

Jia Ling swung his gun at the villagers: "Drink~"

He was stopped by Ning Yuan again: "Your hesitation made the opportunity missed. You tried to hurt the old and the weak. You have no dignity of a soldier. If you hesitate to start, you are not loyal to the king. Guardian, you really have no ideas."

"you!"

"Let me do it."

Hearing this, the Niyu villagers were puzzled and terrified: "You, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Ning Yuan leaned on her arms, and her lazy posture remained unchanged: "You have the sentiment of sacrificing yourself for others, and I have the heart of sacrificing others for yourself. Sacrificing you for me, you sacrifice heroically, and I avenge my father, and make each other perfect. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

After saying that, with a flick of his fingertips, the sky burst into flames.

Soon this quiet village was burned to the ground.

Hearing the shrill cry from the raging fire, Ning Yuan got up and left: "It's still boring."

"king?"

"Fulfill your wish, go find Adoni."

In the Boqing Pavilion, Murongqing stared at Jianchu, waiting for him to drink up the soup in the bowl.

"Chou Weiyang's medical skills are astonishing, the saber energy in you has completely dissipated."

"I didn't expect you to have such a highly skilled friend."

Murong Qing didn't want to talk too much: "We met when we were young, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Suddenly, Jian Zhi frowned.

"how was it?"

"He's here again."

"Who?"

"The devil prince, a terrible man."

Sure enough, the voice of the Demon Prince came to Fei Jianzi: "At the beginning of the sword, I was looking for Murong Qing."

Jianzhi initially left the Boqing Pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "Prince Demon, I will bear the enmity between Murongqing and Huozhai Buddha Prison."

"Alright, the story between you and me has dragged on for too long, it's time to end, come on."

At the beginning of the sword, the two fingers were bent, and the shocking sword energy condensed from the fingertips.

The devil prince Jumang twisted, and the fiery flow of magic energy burst from the sword.

Sword to sword, suddenly, the universe shattered, and the universe hung upside down.

Destroyed with force, even though the Boqing Hall was protected by formations, it was shaken endlessly, the surrounding rocks collapsed, and the trees were completely destroyed.

In the sudden change of the figure, the beginning of the sword once again made an exclamation move: "Jixin Zen Sword·Sword reflects a thousand rivers and moons, drink~"

A sword like the moon reflected thousands of rivers, approaching the devil prince.

The devil prince closed his sentence, and the sword was stained with blood: "The devil fires a prairie fire, ha!"

With a bang, the sky and the earth shattered, the mountains crumbled, the sword light and flames intersected, and the two were injured respectively.

"Uh~"

"Pfft~"

Suddenly, above the distant peak, a man bent his bow and strung the string, and shot out quickly, the world was suddenly plunged into a stagnant black vortex.

Xuantian Yiyu, defying the sky and lagging behind time.

At the beginning of the sword and the prince of the devil suddenly felt the heavy pressure on them, and each turned to defend themselves.

"what!"

Hearing a soft cry, the black vortex dissipated, and the black arrow was exposed, and the whole body was already soaked in blood at the beginning of the sword.

"The beginning of the sword!"

Murong Qing was filled with grief and indignation, and ran out of the Boqing Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, the Demon Prince calmly inserted the Jumang into the ground.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with raging flames, and a huge moth emerged from the billowing flames, spreading its wings, bringing a breath of destruction.

"Moth Evil Flame, burn it!"

An extremely evil and extremely painful demonic fire was injected into Murong's emotional body by the Demon Prince.

"Ah~"

"My devil prince, to fulfill the friendship between Murongqing and Murongqing at the beginning of the sword, please die together."

(End of this chapter)