Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

Although Ye Erniang's voice was weak, it was full of power. "Nianci... he has me in his heart, but he has his responsibilities and mission.

He took the position of abbot to protect Shaolin Temple and maintain the peace of the martial arts world.

Everything he did was for more people."

In the execution hall, Nianci was still kneeling on the ground, his back looked lonely and determined.

The monk who was executing the sentence raised the wooden stick again and hit it again and again.

Soon the punishment was over.

Before Ye Erniang came forward.

Nianci looked at Ye Erniang's position apologetically.

Then he said.

"Ye Erniang, I am sorry for you in this life, but since I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I can't help but consider Shaolin Temple.

Let's meet in the next life."

After saying that, Nianci, who was already lying on the ground, urged the internal force of his body.

Nianci's body trembled slightly, and he used up his last strength to slowly stand up.

He turned to look at Xu Zhu, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but soon he regained his composure.

"Xu Zhu, you are my proudest disciple, and you are also my most worried concern."

Nian Ci's voice gradually became low, but every word was full of power.

"Remember, no matter what happens, you must stick to your beliefs, protect Shaolin Temple, and protect the peace of Wulin."

Xu Zhu listened to his master's words, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He clenched his fists, tears rolled in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

"Master, I... I understand."

Xu Zhu's voice was choked, but his tone was firm.

"I will inherit your will, protect Shaolin, and protect Wulin."

Nian Ci smiled slightly, and that smile was filled with endless comfort and relief.

"Good boy, remember, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, you must persevere."

After speaking, Nian Ci's body slowly fell down, with a trace of satisfaction and calmness in her eyes.

In the execution hall, there was a dead silence.

Ye Erniang stared blankly at the fallen Nianci, the grief in her heart could not be expressed in words.

She walked forward slowly, knelt beside Nianci, tears silently falling.

"Nianci, why are you so determined?"

"I... I just want you to know that I have never forgotten you."

She gently stroked Nianci's face, the once familiar outline, now turned cold.

Then she looked at her son standing behind her.

There was no longer any concern in her heart.

Then she slammed her head hard against the floor.

"No!" Xu Zhu exclaimed, and rushed forward hurriedly, trying to stop Ye Erniang's move.

However, everything was too late.

Ye Erniang's head hit the hard floor heavily, making a dull sound.

Her body fell softly, and there was no movement.

Xu Zhu knelt beside Ye Erniang, tears finally burst out of his eyes, he could not accept what was happening in front of him.

"Mother..." Xu Zhu's voice trembled, full of grief and regret.

He hugged Ye Erniang tightly, as if this would bring her back to his side.

The successive fall of Abbot Nianci and Ye Erniang plunged the entire punishment hall into a dead silence.

The monks looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Lin Changfeng stood aside, watching this scene, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although he felt a little sorry for Ye Erniang's death, he admired Abbot Nianci more.

Abbot Nianci was willing to sacrifice his life to maintain the rules of Shaolin Temple and the peace of the martial arts world.

This courage and determination was admired by Lin Changfeng.

However, it was Duan Yanqing and Yue Lao San who caused all this.

Since they thought they could escape their punishment in this way.

He would not let them do as they wished.

He looked at the Southern Emperor and Zhou Botong standing next to him.

He spoke directly.

"Southern Emperor, you can start the trial of Yue Lao San and Duan Yanqing."

Southern Emperor nodded, his eyes were like torches, he knew the importance of this trial.

"Yue Lao San, Duan Yanqing, you two, one has been doing evil for many years, and the other is scheming. Today, you must pay the price for your actions."

Southern Emperor's voice echoed in the execution hall, every word was full of the power of justice.

Yue Lao San had a blank expression on his face, he had expected this day to come.

And Duan Yanqing seemed more cunning, trying to excuse himself with words.

"Southern Emperor, I admit that I have done some wrong things, but that was all for survival."

Duan Yanqing tried to defend himself, but Southern Emperor was unmoved.

"Survival? Your survival is based on the suffering of so many innocent people?"

Southern Emperor's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, "Today, you must accept the trial of justice."

"Duan Yanqing, Yue Lao San, your crimes are known to everyone in the world."Zhou Botong's words were full of righteous anger, "Today, you must pay for your crimes."

The atmosphere in the punishment hall became more and more solemn.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yue Lao San and Duan Yanqing.

"I... I am willing to accept punishment."

Yue Lao San finally spoke, with a tremor in his voice.

"Everyone in the martial arts world, you can start your trial."

Duan Yanqing sneered and looked around with a torch-like gaze.

He could not escape this disaster today, but as a great hero, how could he easily admit defeat?

"What a trial! Southern Emperor, is what you did today really 'justice'?"

Duan Yanqing's voice was sonorous and hit people's hearts.

The Southern Emperor frowned slightly, and naturally understood that Duan Yanqing's sophistry was just an excuse for himself.

But he knew that at this moment he had to maintain the fairness of this trial.

"Duan Yanqing, don't confuse the public."

The Southern Emperor responded coldly, "Today's trial is for the martial arts world and for innocent people to seek justice."

In the execution hall, martial artists from all walks of life were whispering.

Many of them had been threatened by Duan Yanqing and Yue Lao San, and were now full of anger towards them.

"They must die here.

There is no need for a trial at all."

Everyone in the martial arts world began to express their opinions.

"Die, they must die."

People from all martial arts worlds have come out.

They looked at Duan Yanqing and Yue Lao San, who had fallen to the ground, with a fierce look on their faces.

The malice in their eyes was ready to kill them.

These two people destroyed their families.

They even left them no chance to live.

How could they survive.

They must die.

Only death can give their families an explanation.

Facing the anger and murderous intent of the martial artists around them, Duan Yanqing and Yue Lao San did not show any fear on their faces.

Duan Yanqing sneered, his eyes swept over the crowd, his voice full of disdain, "You guys are just a bunch of rabble, do you think killing me can solve the problem?"

His words aroused greater anger, but a few people began to think whether death should really solve everything.

Yue Lao San seemed calmer.

He slowly stood up and faced the Southern Emperor, "Southern Emperor, I admit that I am guilty, but I am willing to accept punishment, but I hope that this punishment can be moderate."