Kyushu · Endless Nagato

Chapter 64 The culprit (6)
Is there something wrong with that?A series of thoughts flashed through An Xingmian's mind.Who is the person in the world who most likes to call himself a servant of God?According to some historical materials he has read, it is probably the Chenyue Sect that has been shrouded in a cloud of mystery.They regarded themselves as God's servants, followed the teachings that no one knew, and brought wars and disasters to the world.

Chenyue teach?Is this old man from the Chenyue sect?Judging from his profound secret arts, he might be a figure at the level of a dean.

But it doesn't look like much.Listening to the old man's words, he mentioned God and God's servant, but said, "I'm not even worthy to be his servant." When he said this, apart from a trace of sarcasm, there was also a trace of resentment in his eyes .From the beginning of the meeting, the old man has been calm and indifferent, almost without any emotional fluctuations, but when he said that sentence, he did have feelings of resentment, which is too unusual.Could it be...

If I go all out, I want to take a gamble, even if it disturbs his emotions, it can also slightly weaken the purity of his spiritual power.Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and shouted desperately: "You are indeed unworthy! You are an abandoned disciple of the Chenyue Sect!"

The old man's complexion suddenly changed, his eyes radiated extreme anger, and his voice became different from before: "What did you say?"

Looks like I got it right!Although he couldn't understand the connection between Chenyue's abandoned disciples and Ruin Nagato for a while, An Xingmian continued to shout: "I said, you are not worthy of being a servant of God, you are just an abandoned disciple of Chenyue Sect ! Poor outcast! You are a wretch!"

He had never liked to insult others in his life, but now that his life and death were at stake, he couldn't control anything.These few words seemed to carry a lot of weight, every word pierced into the old man's heart like a sharp knife, distorting his face.The previous control-like grace disappeared without a trace, replaced by anger, extreme anger.

He was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice became calm again, but An Xingmian could tell that this calm was only superficial.There was already raging anger burning in the old man's heart.

"You are very smart, just like when I was young," the old man sighed. "It's a pity that smart people don't end well, such as me...and you."

The old man's palms closed suddenly, and then let go, a black swirl was released from his palm, and it expanded rapidly, gradually forming a whirlwind.An Xingmian had already seen the power of his whirlwind just now, and now the airflow turned black, which was obviously even more terrifying, so she quickly yelled: "Be careful!"

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, Luo Xue and the others also saw that this move was unusual, and they were all on guard, but when the black whirlpool moved over, they still found that they were powerless to resist.The swirl seems to have an irresistible attraction, pulling everyone's body into it.Whether it was a warrior like Luo Xue or the other mystics, they couldn't find any way to dispel this swirl, and the expansion speed of the swirl made it too late for them to exit through the exit at the top of the stone chamber.

Soon, everyone's bodies were sucked into the whirlpool. Luo Xue and the others could barely stand still, but An Xingmian and the others who had been poisoned began to spin involuntarily in the stone room.An Xingmian had already hugged Xue Huaiqing tightly before the whirlpool rolled over, seeing that Bai Qianyun had somehow managed to break free from the rope and protect Tang He, but such movements didn't seem to be too big meaning, they simply cannot protect themselves.

The art of dispelling the wind is of course a very powerful type of secret art, but for other mystics, there are still various ways to deal with it.But the secret technique used by this old man is not trivial. The monks brought by Luo Xue are all masters of secret technique. opponents, otherwise they wouldn't have defeated the old man's six favorite students so quickly.But now, they had no room to resist at all. What's worse, as they slowly fought against each other in the whirlwind, they found that their mental strength was draining away bit by bit, as if they had been emptied by the weird whirlwind.

The little man suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed in surprise: "This is the Xuanliu jade of the Guxuan system! A secret technique that can absorb spiritual power!"

Everyone else's heart sank.Gu Xuan represents darkness and the end. Gu Xuan's secret arts have always been very difficult to practice, but once mastered, they are very powerful.The old man used the Xuanliu Jade, so he obviously wanted to give it his all.

The mystics secretly complained, Xuanliuyu is not impossible to crack, but the key is to control the enemy first.But right now, because the situation seemed to be in the upper hand before, it was too big, but the old man took the upper hand, and the power of Xuanliuyu was fully exerted, which made the mystics lose the wind.

They tried every means to counterattack, but Xuanliuyu's Guxuan power had a dispelling effect on all the star power, which greatly reduced their counterattack power, which was not enough to pose a threat.

This stone room has now been completely swallowed by the black whirlwind of Xuanliuyu.Just like the essence of Gu Xuan, this swirling current has swept everyone in without even a sound, and has absorbed their spiritual power bit by bit.Once the mental power is completely drained, defeat will be inevitable. At that time, everyone will die.

An Xingmian's mind was racing and thinking, but she still couldn't find a way to help them get out of trouble.He seemed to be in the turbulent sea, and the ubiquitous Xuanliuyu air current was the black sea water, which made him unable to use force or escape.And Xue Huaiqing in his arms was still unconscious, which made him extremely anxious.He was eager to leave this damn place in order to heal Xue Huaiqing who had exhausted his mental power, but now it seemed that he could only die here with Xue Huaiqing.

What should I do?What should I do?An Xingmian was thinking anxiously.Looking around, although Bai Qianyun is strong, his legs are made of hardwood prostheses, and his weight is lighter than ordinary people. At this time, he has already staggered around with Tang He; Luo Xue and others are also struggling to support, but they can't find it When there is room for a counterattack, as the mental power is sucked up little by little, the chance of counterattack becomes even slimmer.

He even regretted that the words he used to stimulate the old man just now made him burn his mental power in a rage, which made the power of Xuanliuyu even more violent.But the matter has come to this point, maybe it is better to continue to stimulate him, maybe he can find a loophole instead.Maybe this is broken jars?
Then break it, An Xingmian thought, and continued to humiliate the old man, although it was definitely not what he wanted: "Your skills in secret arts are so profound, and you are so good at weaving plots. You must have been a very smart person when you were young." Right? Because of that, when you were expelled by Chenyue Sect, you would have such resentment, which would slowly twist your mind into what it is now, right?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "If you want to die earlier than them, I can help you."

"What joy is there in life, and what is there to fear in death?" An Xingmian replied loudly, "At least I died to defend my beliefs, at least I died with the one I love, and I will not be lonely on the Nether Road. And you What? I will be a loner until I die, and my dream of becoming a servant of God when I was young will disappear forever, and it will never be possible to complete. In contrast, at least I have been happy and happy, and you? It’s just a sad mess old man..."

These words are not at all in line with Nagato's identity. On the one hand, Nagato will not verbally insult others. In addition, the words "I am not lonely on the Nether Road" and "At least I have been happier than happy" seem to be the same as Nagato. Pursuing the true way and not believing in ghosts and gods is completely contrary to the purpose, and it is not like what a cultivated monk should say.Hearing this, Luo Xue and the others shook their heads again and again.But these words seemed to penetrate the old man's heart again, his body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Then go to the Nether Road to seek your happiness!" The old man growled in a low voice, rubbing his palms together, a lavender ball of light shot out from his palms, and it flew directly towards Xue Huaiqing .An Xingmian didn't know if it was a harm spell or a curse spell, but she was unable to dodge it.In desperation, he pushed Xue Huaiqing away, Xue Huaiqing's body fell to the ground, and the ball of purple light just hit An Xingmian's waist.

It's over, An Xingmian closed her eyes in despair, she might be gutted right now.wait to die.

He closed his eyes and waited for the secret technique to take effect. Should it directly blow a hole out of his stomach, or enter his body to make his blood boil and stop his heart?It's definitely not fun anyway.He couldn't help but want to laugh out loud as he recalled the ideal outline he had made of his eventual death in the future.

"I only hope that one day I can lie in bed and fall asleep, and then die peacefully in the dream without pain or fear." He said to Tang He at that time.

"Awesome!" Tang He raised his thumbs up, "The highest ideal of a pig is nothing more than this."

Now this ideal cannot be realized, and it may be very painful, but An Xingmian finds that he has no fear.why?Maybe it was because Xue Huaiqing was by his side?Or maybe... because he did his best.At the moment of dying, he could say to himself, I am worthy of myself, my teacher, and Nagato.

In this short moment, countless thoughts flashed through An Xingmian's mind, and in the end all that was left was peace.He suddenly felt that although he had always looked very much like a long monk, but at the moment of his death, he looked a little like him, because he finally found this kind of peace.

Now, let me walk safely through this door.

An Xingmian waited, waited, waited... Why did death come so slowly?Is it because time slows down when people die?Or because of something else?
He realized something was wrong, opened his eyes to look, and immediately let out a "huh" in surprise.The deadly ball of light did hit his body, but it didn't penetrate because...it was blocked by his belt.To be precise, it was blocked by the dark green emerald inlaid on the belt.The purple ball of light completely enveloped the piece of emerald, but it couldn't penetrate it.

(End of this chapter)