I, the villain of Destiny, started with holding the male chief's sacrificial flag

"Father, mother, children are not filial, even if they try their best, they can't avenge you... The child is coming to you..." Looking at the sweeping sword lotus, Ning Wuquan showed a relieved smile.

In a trance, he seemed to see his parents, and he couldn't remember his face.

And Ning worried, Yu Guang began to scan the surroundings... Will the son of extreme luck die so simply because of his own choice?

"Young Lord, he doesn't deserve to die." A clear voice sounded, and before anyone arrived, the voice came out first.

Ning sighed darkly: "Sure enough..." "

The son of luck who is full of value, how simple it is, he will die."

An inexplicable mood rose.

A middle-aged man appeared at Ning Xuan's side out of thin air... The heavenly sword lotus was still again.

That is, a power far beyond the limits of tranquility.

Ning Xuan shook his head slightly, his mind turned, and the power of life and death was dispersed, and it also dispersed, the endless sword lotus.

"Ding, the son of luck Ning Wuquan / Ning Zhao, the heart is like a dead gray despair breeds."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for seizing the Heavenly Destiny worth five hundred."

Ning Xuan, who was still secretly helpless, suddenly jumped his eyelids... Five hundred? So much?

How desperate Ning Wuque was after the battle, he instantly reduced his luck by half!

"Who are you and why did you save me?" Ning Wuque looked at the person beside him, his eyes were expressionless.

The person who appeared looked at Ning Wuquan with complexity.

After a long time, he replied: "Ning Wushuang." Ning

Wuquan was stunned, and suddenly thought of what Ning Wuquan had said before.

"Uncle?" Subconsciously tentatively said.

Ning Wushuang looked at Ning Xuan: "Young Lord, he has already lost, the Dao Heart is about to be dusted, how about leaving him with his life?" Ning

Xuan's figure flashed closer: "Congratulations."

"Where does the joy come from?" Ning Wushuang shook his head.

Ning Xuan smiled even more: "If I don't perceive it wrong, the aura around you sage is mysterious, I'm afraid you have touched the threshold of the peak of the Martial Saint, if nothing else, you can break through to the peak in ten years at most. Ning

Wushuang looked around, on the surface, there was no one, but in fact, at least forty martial saints, more than ten martial emperors were hidden around, and maybe there were martial immortals, but he couldn't sense it.

After glancing at it for a long time, Ning Wushuang turned around and smiled bitterly: "I can, self-abolition cultivation."

"Uncle..." Even though he didn't get Ning Wushuang's recognition, Ning Wuque instantly determined Ning Wushuang's identity, and his voice was anxious.

Ning Wushuang turned around and touched Ning Wushuang's head: "I was in retreat in the past, otherwise I wouldn't have let you... Alas...... You are as extraordinary as you are today, much stronger than me. Ning

Xuan fell towards the ground, and his voice was indifferent: "Are you going to perform a bitter drama?" Ning

Wushuang, who still had something to say, was silent for a while, and fell towards the ground with Ning Wuque.

Fell to the palace of forgetfulness.

Ning Xuan, who fell first, was looking around... It's a pity that the cultivation is not enough, and I can't see the strong people who are hiding.

I can only see that the four great generals and many guards who are looking at him with countless awe, as well as Yulan and others who are braving stars in their eyes.

And Ning Wujie, his voice was bitter: "Uncle, you shouldn't have saved me." "

If Ning Wushuang doesn't save him, he can continue to cultivate safely in Ning's Divine City.

But now saved him... He and Ning Xuan had an agreement first, and he lost that agreement!

Even if he immediately committed suicide now, Ning Wushuang, who saved him, also exposed the thoughts in his heart... It is categorically not a good ending.

Ning Wushuang smiled and patted Ning Wushuang's shoulder.

Then he looked at Ning Xuan: "He has been lonely since childhood, and it is nothing to have resentment in his heart, with my Ning's ability, it is enough to slowly teach him to forget hatred... Although he lost in the strength of the young lord, but the young lord you were born extraordinary, even if he lost, he could not cover up his demeanor in this battle, the younger generation of my Ning God Clan, except for the young lord you, who can compete with him? I resented him for so many years, I changed him, just right.

Ning Wu was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Go to the ancestral mausoleum, make a vow in front of your parents' mausoleum, all the past will disappear, if you can do it, you will still be a member of my Ning clan, a peerless saint, and still the city lord of Ning's

Divine City."

Ning Wushuang's expression was stunned, and then he suddenly lowered his head and hugged his fist: "Thank you Young Lord." With

his cultivation that was about to break through the peak of Martial Saint, he saluted Ning Xuan, which showed how happy he was in his heart at this time.

Ning Wushuang was about to pull Ning Wuquan to the ancestral tomb.

It's a pity....

"I can't do it..." Ning Wuquan sat on the ground.

Ning Wushuang's eyes were slightly angry: "Bastard, what do you say!"

Ning Wuque's eyes collapsed a little: "All my memories, everything I remember, are hatred... Since I entered that mountain village and obtained the method of cultivation, I have not rested for a moment, and I have been cultivating all the time, in order to avenge it, to avenge that, the blood sea is deep.

Ning Wushuang's expression became ugly.

Ning Wuquan said to himself: "I drink blood, I swallow sand and grass, in order to come back and vent my unwillingness, in order to ask the Ning family, how innocent I am... Now, let me give up, how can I give up? Why should I make a promise that if I don't win, I will die? If you can't take revenge, it's better to die, at least die, maybe you can see your father and mother again..."

Ning Wushuang really wanted to transmit the message to inform him, as long as he didn't die, he could still find a way in the future, even if he made an oath, it was a big deal to find a way to violate it in the future... But he didn't dare.

The matter is not over yet, the many Martial Saint Martial Emperors who are watching here, and even the Martial Immortals who may be looking at this place, their eyes are still there.

His transmission could be concealed from Martial Saint, but it was difficult to hide it from Martial Emperor, let alone any possibility of concealing Martial Immortal.

Ning Wushuang could only choose a compromise solution: "I will take him to the ancestral tomb, I will persuade him to let go of his hatred, and he will not be allowed to come out without making an oath, what does the young master think?"

Ning Xuan nodded: "The deceased is dead, the living is like Si, you take him to the ancestral tomb... Sage, I hope you remember that I made an agreement with him, and he lost the agreement, and the matter was never repeated. "

It's nature ... Your grandfather is in the ancestral tomb, I will take you to meet him first, he knows that you are not dead, he has long wanted to see you, and now he can finally get what he wants..." Ning Wushuang relaxed slightly, carried Ning Wuquan and left quickly, and his voice gradually disappeared.

"Brother, I'm back to the Seven Peerless Hall." Ning Yue stepped forward, quite absent-minded.

Ning Xuan glanced at it and whispered: "Think he's pitiful?"

Ning Yue nodded slightly: "Listening to his self-statement, I feel that something is not a taste."

"If that's the case, why didn't you intercede for him before." Ning Xuan's eyes flashed slightly... I hope that his sister will not really sympathize, if there is really sympathy, I am afraid that he will have to let Ning Yue retreat in the Seven Absolute Hall.

Unless Ning Wufeng's personality dissipated, he would not let go of his killing intent.

The reason why he agreed just now was that he had to agree, otherwise, God knows if under the influence of luck, the other powerhouses of the Ning family would give birth to kindness? After all, it was indeed Ling Yao who violated the family rules in the past, and Ning Wuquan was also a victim.

Look at Ning Yue again.

She looked at Ning Xuan with surprise on her face.

After a long while, he nodded slightly: "He is indeed pitiful..."