There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1741 414: Died by magic power

Xuanyuan Jinhong's expression was indifferent, he raised his head, his eyes were shining like stars, and he suddenly smiled: "Did you see it?"

There will always be a day of exposure, but it would be better if it came later, right?

Xuanyuan Jinhong showed a smile, his star-like eyes were shining brightly.

From the sound of Nan Moli's breathing, he had already heard something strange, but a day ago, his breathing was thick and long, full of vitality like rolling waves. A sense of awe.

But now, his breathing was noticeably shorter and weaker.

As if a few huge rocks were suddenly placed in the rolling water, he was keenly aware that he was injured, and the injury was serious.

This can be regarded as the best gift that the universe prehistoric brought to oneself.

The smile on Xuanyuan Jinhong's face became stronger, but his eyes were filled with gloom. Nan Moli's hand pinched his own wrist, just like that day a few months ago.

But, different, everything is completely different.

On that day, he was struggling in the abyss and was at the mercy of others, only wishing for less pain, less torture, and even praying for himself to faint.

Today, he is a hunter.

And Nan Moli, the person who had ravaged his body wantonly, became his prey instead.

It felt so magical and so wonderful.

Xuanyuan Jinhong couldn't help but licked his lips slightly, as if a cheetah met a delicious lamb.

What I suffered that day, I will return to you without any loss, and I will impose on you a hundred times and a thousand times. Nan Moli, my general, are you ready?

A cold light flashed in Xuanyuan Jinhong's eyes, and the wrist pinched by Nan Moli turned around at an inconceivable angle, and his blood-stained fingers pinched Nan Moli's Cunguan acupoint exactly.

What a look!Nan Mo was taken aback, and unexpectedly felt a little bit of fear in vain.

It was cold, so cold that there was no trace of temperature, and it was a bit colder than the coldest wind in the north.

A chill ran straight down the spine into the brain, and a thin layer of sweat permeated the head.

Subconsciously wanted to take a step back, only to realize that I couldn't move at all?

Is it the toxicity on his body?Or was he actually overwhelmed by his gaze?

Nan Mo was puzzled and began to regret that he walked in alone on the spur of the moment.

The frail body in front of him was covered with scars, and scars accumulated layer by layer. The arm that was originally delicate and shiny, like old bark, was mottled and cracked, and there was even residual blood.

"You can't move anymore?" Xuanyuan Jinhong seemed curious and probing, his dark eyes sized Nan Moli up and down, his tone seemed to be talking to a three or four year old child, full of warmth and peace .

But the movements in his hands were completely different from his tone, his fingers tightened suddenly like iron clamps.The thumb firmly pressed on Nan Moli's Cunguan point.

As the flesh was pressed inch by inch by him, there was a sound of bones breaking, and Xuanyuan Jinhong's thumb actually pressed a groove on Nan Moli's wrist, and it seemed that the nails were level with the wrist.

Nan Moli looked at his wrist with disbelief in his eyes.

It's impossible, it's impossible!Breaking a human bone can be done by oneself, but what a powerful internal force and precise control is required to sink a fingertip into a human bone.

Looking up at Xuanyuan Jinhong who was still smiling, cold sweat rolled down his head, slowly ran down his forehead, across his cheeks, and landed on his neck, causing goosebumps all over his body.

Xuanyuan Jinhong's movements were not in a hurry, he raised his other hand to Nan Moli's forehead, and gently wiped his sweat away.

The movements were soothing and light, and even thoughtfully tied the few strands of his hair behind his ears.

Nan Moli watched Xuanyuan Jinhong's hand approaching little by little, and his cold fingers pressed against his hot forehead, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in his heart. Could it be that he couldn't escape even this?
"I know how you feel, for so many years. Every day, every hour, every breath, I feel what you feel right now. Like a lamb to the slaughter, right? Desperate, powerless , very painful."

Xuanyuan Jinhong seemed to be caught in memories, his eyes became colder and colder, to the point of extreme coldness, but there seemed to be a blazing flame burning.

Following his cold tone, a wave of inner breath quietly escaped from his body.

Nan Moli trembled, feeling a deep sense of fear, this is an untold secret in the Jianghu, and it is the most vicious kung fu for thousands of years.

The world is not benevolent and regards all things as straw dogs, and the universe is like a furnace burning all things as fuel.The inner breath and body that I have practiced hard for many years is the most powerful force and my greatest confidence.

Now he has absorbed the past with ease, and it has become his ever since.

Xuanyuan Jinhong closed his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.Nan Moli's internal breath was neither cold nor dry, like a clear spring with a slight sunlight temperature in spring, flowing slowly into his dantian along his fingertips, palms, and arms.

Nan Moli's eyes suddenly turned cold, and after the fear reached the extreme, it turned into anger.

Without internal strength, he still has martial arts moves, which are different from his warriors after all.

He is a general who has commanded thousands of troops, and he is an all-powerful evil god on the battlefield.After a brief upheaval, he took advantage of the moment Xuanyuan Jinhong closed his eyes to calm down.

Wu Pengjing's death is still in sight, no, I can't just die like this!

He took a deep breath, filling his chest with the clear, bloody air.There was a sudden shout in the mouth!
In an instant, the internal force of the whole body was forcibly activated.

Almost one breath filled the meridians of his whole body, his poisoned arm became numb in an instant, and he completely lost consciousness. A layer of purple-black enveloped the straight arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With Nan Moli's loud shout.Xuanyuan Jinhong only felt that the gurgling spring on his fingertips instantly turned into a rushing Yellow River, and when he was caught off guard, his fingers bounced off his wrist.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the enjoyment expression on his face disappeared completely.

Nan Moli is really extraordinary. The first reaction of ordinary people when encountering such a thing is to hold back their inner breath and prevent the other party from absorbing it smoothly.

Unexpectedly, this made it easier for a beginner like Xuanyuan Jinhong.

He can calmly and slowly suck until the end of the other party's life.

But Nan Moli did the opposite. Instead, he took the initiative to mobilize his inner breath and mobilized all his inner breath to attack the opponent.

The inner breath that Xuanyuan Jinhong's meridians can bear is like a stream or a small river, but the inner breath that Nan Moli voluntarily sends to his door is like a vast ocean.In an instant, the river channel was flooded and Changti was washed away.

Xuanyuan Jinhong suddenly endured a shock, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a sweet breath rose from his throat, and he looked at Nan Moli.

Sure enough, they are all different. As the number one martial arts master around Nanhuang, this person has his own advantages.

Covering his swollen and aching chest with one hand, he raised the other hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, only to realize that Nan Moli's condition was no better than his own.

After flicking off Xuanyuan Jinhong's thumb attached to his wrist, he seemed to want to leap forward, but suddenly lost all his strength the moment he left the ground.

Like a roc bird with its wings broken off, it landed heavily on the ground of the hall.

A huge "bang" came from the hall, and the eunuch guarding Wu Pengjing's body outside the hall was also shocked.

Glancing at the closed palace door, he shook his head. Poor Mr. Xuanyuan was thrown around by General Nan again, right?
It's strange and sympathetic to say it, such a handsome son, the tortured one is no longer human.After these beatings, I don't know how many bones were broken.

Then I thought that my bones were broken, and I had to work myself to feed myself with water and food.There was another burst of irritability in my heart, I lowered my head and spat on the ground, cursing in a low voice and said: "Damn it, it would be nice to die!"

If the eunuchs outside the hall saw the scene in the house, they probably wouldn't believe their eyes.

The Nan Moli who he thought was showing off his majesty and torturing Xuanyuan Jinhong to death was lying on the ground at this moment, with one arm hanging limply beside his side, the other weakly supporting the ground, and his legs were constantly exerting force , wanting to stand up.

And that Xuanyuan Jinhong who he thought had broken a few bones earlier and was in a life-and-death dilemma, had already breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and was slowly standing up from the corner of the hall.

Nan Moli watched Xuanyuan Jinhong approaching step by step, and moved a few times in vain.

The momentary counterattack just now had consumed all his strength. After being poisoned, it was difficult to sustain his internal strength. At this time, he forced it to activate and broke several of his meridians.

Although there is no danger of life for the time being, but if it falls into the hands of the successor of the magic kung fu, it will be more or less ominous.

Nan Moli's eyes dimmed, the man was like a corpse wrapped in horse leather, he lived happily and died heroically.

Unexpectedly, he, Nan Moli, died here. He raised his eyes to look at the empty palace around him, and then at Xuanyuan Jinhong in front of him.

It doesn't matter if he is dead, but what should His Majesty... Nanguo... do?
Without him, Pingcheng would not be able to activate the mechanism...

And if Pingcheng didn't activate the mechanism...

With their current national strength, it is difficult to prevent the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms from attacking the imperial capital.

Pingcheng is too close to the imperial capital...

He really didn't dare to imagine what would happen to the South Council if Pingcheng couldn't resist the Allied Forces.

Nan Mo was full of unwillingness in his heart, but he could only watch Xuanyuan Jinhong approaching step by step.

I don't know how much strength he has left now.

Xuanyuan Jinhong's mood was not much better than Nan Moli's. This was the first time he had encountered a situation where the other party was able to cheer him up since he was practicing.

Is he just sitting there waiting to die, or is he building up his strength, wanting to give himself the final blow?
Full of vigilance, Xuanyuan Jinhong approached slowly step by step.How much past has flashed across his heart, he can't die yet, his vengeance hasn't been avenged, his clansmen are imprisoned, he is not reconciled, he doesn't want to, he can't die!
There were still three feet away from Nanmoli, Xuanyuan Jinhong stopped in his tracks.

There was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, Nan Moli's breath was so delicious that he could hardly resist the urge to pounce on it and suck it clean.

When Nan Moli saw Xuanyuan Jinhong standing still, a wave of doubt arose in his heart, but he understood in an instant.Right now, I am afraid of him, but why isn't he afraid of me?
Nan Moli forcibly controlled the expression on his face, showing a stern look.He barely opened his mouth, but only made a low voice, "Xuanyuan Jinhong, do you think you can kill me? Huh! Don't dream, you are just a plaything like a child molester, you really think you are lucky ? That expert is just using you as a tool to test the reality of my southern country!"

This should be what Xuanyuan Jinhong fears the most, right?If you are timid before the battle, you will give yourself a chance to survive.Comparing your heart to your heart, if you and Xuanyuan Jinhong are in a different place, what you fear most must be what kind of purpose the master of imparting kung fu has.

It's a pity that Nan Moli believed that there was a master who taught Xuanyuan Jinhong the great law of the universe, but he never thought that there was no such master, and the murderer was Xuanyuan Jinhong from the beginning to the end.

Xuanyuan Jinhong's hearing power at this time was more than twice that of ordinary people, even though Nan Moli's voice was so low that it could hardly be heard, he still heard it clearly.

He is weaker than himself now!Almost instantly, Xuanyuan Jinhong made such a judgment. Hearing Nan Moli's diametrically opposed warning, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If it was as Nan Moli guessed, then he would probably be intimidated, right?The upward curve of the corner of the mouth was bent again, but unfortunately, I got the cheat book from a cave, even Ruo Nanmoli, who is as smart as this, can't guess it?
Following Nan Moli's warning, Xuanyuan Jinhong relaxed instead. He knew that Nan Moli's people were not waiting outside the palace gate. Otherwise, what Nan Moli would do now would not be bluffing to scare himself, It was someone who believed in a way to make a sound to attract him.

It's a pity, if it wasn't for the masters under Nan Moli.

Who can discern the difference in the voices in the temple?Over the years, the place where I have lived can be regarded as the place where the most voices have been uploaded, right?The sound of whipping, drinking and cursing, howling, begging for mercy...

No one has ever thought of coming over to help himself, so how could it be an exception today?

Xuanyuan Jinhong raised his feet, his steps were steady, one step, two steps...

With a distance of three feet, it is only an instant to come to the front.But Nan Moli felt as slow and distant as after several springs and autumns.The moment Xuanyuan Jinhong raised the corner of his mouth, he already knew that he guessed wrong...

Xuanyuan Jinhong squatted down in front of Nan Moli and moved closer. He licked his lips, his body trembling slightly due to excitement. Nan Moli's inner breath was the most comfortable he had ever tasted.

Xuanyuan Jinhong smiled, and stretched out his hand to press Nan Moli's Tanzhong acupoint.

Different from the detailed product above, this time, he wanted to inhale all the inner breath of Nan Moli's body into his body, using the fastest method and the most violent method.

Soon, the warm spring flowed upward from the palm of the hand again. Compared with the gurgling stream at Cunguan Point, Tanzhong Point was like a curved lake, which made Xuanyuan Jinhong feel that his whole body was soaked in the hot spring. Have you taken too much at one time?

But this heat is refreshing, pleasant heat, with an unspeakable pleasure that makes people lazy, every pore in the body is open, and the whole body is lazy as if bathed in the sunshine of Hexi.

However, Nan Moli's feelings were completely different from Xuanyuan Jinhong's. The moment he pressed Xuanyuan Jinhong's palm, it was like falling into hell.A large amount of inner breath gushed out along his sandalwood acupoint, and his whole body was instantly icy cold, as if buried in white snow.

Tears welled up in Nan Moli's eyes, and all kinds of hazy mist looked at him.Xuanyuan Jinhong's harmless and handsome face was distorted like a demon crawling out of the [-]th floor of hell.

No, you can't just die like this.Resistance can only die faster!
The results of the camp visit must be told to His Majesty, and this person in front of him is a real danger and His Majesty must be informed!
Nan Moli made a single-minded determination to ignore the rushing out of his inner breath.He wholeheartedly guarded the last trace of skill in his dantian.

Xuanyuan Jinhong allowed Xuanyuan Jinhong to take whatever he wanted from the inner breath in the meridians of his body, but he concentrated all his energy and mind power on the last breath of true energy in his dantian.Nan Moli closed his eyes, put on a look of being slaughtered, gritted his teeth, and only guarded his own lifeline.

He is not afraid of death, but he is unwilling to die without His Majesty knowing the truth.If Xuanyuan Jinhong could hurt himself, he would certainly be able to hurt His Majesty.Your Majesty must not be abused by this person!

I want to hold my breath, and I want to see His Majesty for the last time.Nan Moli put his own life and death aside, leaving only this thought in his mind.

Xuanyuan Jinhong closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and guided Nan Moli's inner breath to travel through his meridians. The pleasure of revenge mixed with physical comfort made him a little tired, and he never noticed that he was smoking It's too smooth.

Feeling the delicate and smooth inner breath like hot spring water continuously filling his body, Xuanyuan Jinhong let out a satisfied sigh, but opened his eyes suddenly before the sighing sound stopped.

The spring breeze in the body suddenly became icy cold, as if a poisonous snake had slipped into the body silently.This is... what is this!
Xuanyuan Jinhong opened his eyes wide in horror, but what he could see was Nan Moli's black arm.

Could it be that the toxin will be inhaled into his body all at once?Xuanyuan Jinhong's heart suddenly churns. He didn't know that the poison of Nan Moli's body would not hurt his life, and it would not be a serious problem for ordinary people. Instead, it was specially used to restrain experts.

The poisoned person cannot use any internal force for a day and a night.Otherwise, Nan Moli in front of him is a lesson from the past.Just now he forcibly stimulated his inner breath, but his own meridians were already broken.

As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, if he is not poisoned, Xuanyuan Jinhong's cultivation level will definitely not be able to absorb his inner breath.However, the inner breath absorbed by Xuanyuan Jinhong contained toxins that made him unable to use his inner strength.

The internal energy in Xuanyuan Jinhong's body suddenly stagnated. No matter how hard Xuanyuan Jinhong tried, he couldn't move the energy. The internal energy gathered in the meridians, and the food in his hand was still pouring in continuously, but it couldn't be channeled into the dantian.

Pain, pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.It was as if all the meridians were forcibly stretched open, swelling to the point of bursting at any moment, Xuanyuan Jinhong only felt that sweat began to seep out of his whole body, and in a moment his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

He panted heavily, his will gradually blurred, and finally he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

When Nanhuang pushed open the palace door, what he saw was exactly such a scene.

Nan Moli was lying on his back on the ground, one arm was as black as burnt charcoal, obviously poisoned.

And Xuanyuan Jinhong was lying on the ground beside him, dripping with sweat, as if he had just suffered a great torture.

Having no time to worry about the life and death of a lowly slave, Nanhuang walked up to Nan Moli in a few steps, randomly flew up and smashed Xuanyuan Jinhong's volley towards the wall of the hall, making a loud bang, and then slid against the wall on the ground.

She reached out to hold Nan Moli's neck and let him rest on her arm, her thick eyebrows were tightly locked together, and her face was so gloomy that water dripped out.Suppressing the anger in his heart, he whispered, "Mo Li!"

Putting one hand on Nan Moli's neck, he found that there was still this weak beating, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, he was still alive.Although his breath was weak, he was still alive after all.

Decades of life and death go hand in hand, fighting side by side.Although he is a monarch and minister, he loves brothers and sisters. He cannot die.

Nanhuang raised his head, thinking about the panic outside the hall and roared, "Come here, come quickly, announce the imperial physician, and ask all the imperial physicians on duty in the imperial hospital, all of them must come here, if Nanhuang can't be cured General, I want them all to be buried with him!"

The eunuch standing at the gate of the hall trembled with frightened legs.

Oh my god, what did he see, the number one master in the Southern Kingdom... actually...

He rubbed his eyes hard, it wasn't dazzled, and he pinched his leg heavily, hissing in pain, it wasn't a dream either!
General Nan is injured?still alive?The number one expert in the Southern Kingdom, the all-powerful general, how did he become like this.

Just being stunned, he suddenly heard Nanhuang's voice, and then woke up, turned around like burning his butt, and ran towards the Tai Hospital.

Exhausting all the strength in his body, he shouted like a broken gong: "Your Majesty has a decree, announce the Imperial Physician, all the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital!" shouting while running wildly.

As his shouts resounded throughout the palace, everyone in the palace stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that the eunuch next to His Majesty was pale, as pale as if he had just woven white silk satin.

What happened, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It seems to have come from the hall where Xuanyuan Jinhong was imprisoned." An eunuch who had been working in the palace for a long time whispered.

"Impossible, if something happens to that lowly slave, can His Majesty's close father-in-law be so anxious?" Another eunuch asked doubtfully.

"I heard that another master died outside the slave hall." Another little eunuch came over mysteriously.

Everyone looked at him contemptuously, what kind of imperial doctor was passed on when he died, and if he was passed on, it was also passed on to his body for an examination to see the corpse!Guy with no common sense!

Discussions rang out one after another, and they all stretched their necks to see what happened over there.

In just a moment, more than a dozen imperial physicians were seen running towards the palace behind the eunuch delivering the decree.Everyone was sweating profusely, and one imperial doctor ran so hard that his hat fell to the ground, and he didn't have time to pick it up, allowing the people running behind him to step on it with black footprints.

A group of imperial doctors were followed by dozens of little eunuchs serving in the imperial hospital, some were holding medicines in their hands, and some were carrying medicine boxes on their shoulders. Everyone was panting, but none of them dared to slow down.

All the little eunuchs who watched the excitement opened their mouths. It has been so many years, but they have never seen this group of imperial doctors running like this.

What the hell is going on today?
Everyone knew in their hearts that something big had happened.

Panting heavily, the imperial physicians ran into the empty palace one by one, and saw Nanhuang exuding evil spirits all over his body, holding Nan Moli's limp body in his arms.

The imperial doctors couldn't help gasping.

Nan Moli's martial arts has already reached the pinnacle.That's what people are able to hurt him to this point.

The imperial physicians who had just run away with half their lives knelt down to salute the Southern Emperor in disorder, just as they were kneeling on the ground, before they had time to say: "I have seen Your Majesty." He heard a roar like thunder above his head, "Cure him! If something happens to General Nan, I will take you and bury you!" The sweat from running just now turned into a cold sweat, and the medicine can cure the disease, and the Buddha will save the destined person.The doctor can cure the disease, but can't cure the life.The imperial physicians were embarrassed, but no one dared to tell His Majesty this truth.

The court judge Geng Chengyun tremblingly walked a few steps on his knees, crawled in front of Nan Moli, first reached out and pressed his pulse lightly on his wrist, and counted his pulse with his eyes closed.

If he wanted to save him, he was afraid that the Da Luo Jinxian would come to the mortal world.Not to mention an imperial doctor, even a god might not have this magic power.

His mouth was bitter, and his old face wrinkled like walnut skin was full of embarrassment.He arched his hands towards the Southern Emperor, his lips trembled, and a few difficult words protruded from his throat, "Your Majesty, my minister's ability is limited. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the general to continue his life." His words were reserved, but he understood pole.What Nan Moli needed was not a cure, but a fairy spell to extend his life.

Nanhuang's pupils suddenly tightened, and the atmosphere in the whole hall suddenly dropped to freezing point.

An indescribable murderous aura emanated from his whole body. In an instant, everyone felt oppressed by invisible pressure, and they couldn't even hold their breath involuntarily.

The imperial physicians can still bear it by themselves, and the little eunuchs who are less courageous feel that their pants are wet...

Geng Chengyun kowtowed deeply, trembling all over.

There is also an old wife in her fifties, a son who has just made some achievements in medical skills, and a fat grandson who has just passed the first month.He didn't want to die, if he could.

"Can you wake him up?" Nan Huang's voice sounded again.When he was provoked just now, he said some unreasonable words. What he did was just to vent his anger in his heart, and he didn't really want to wipe out all the imperial hospitals.

"Yes!" Geng Chengyun replied without hesitation.

It is good to discuss this matter, I hope His Majesty will not really let him be buried for the general.Praying secretly in his heart, he waved to a little eunuch behind him.

The little eunuch hurriedly crawled up to him, and handed over a wooden box carved with red sandalwood with both hands.

Geng Chengyun took it with both hands, put it on the ground, and reached out to open the wooden box.I saw a moon-white brocade purse filled with cotton wool lying quietly in a wooden box the size of a palm, with shining golden needles inserted in all directions on the purse.

The little eunuch took out candles and candles from his pocket and lit them on the ground beside Geng Chengyun.Geng Chengyun twisted a golden needle, and while grilling it on the candlelight, he explained to the Southern Emperor: "Your Majesty, the golden needle of my minister can wake up General Nan, but the general's meridian is broken now, if he is forced to wake up, he can only keep it for a moment. Qingming, from now on..."

As he spoke, he had already sterilized the golden needles, holding the golden needles in his hand, waiting for the order from the Southern Emperor.

Nanhuang's heart suddenly tightened.

Could it be that he just went there?Never thought that his great general would die young!What the hell happened, who could hurt him to such an extent.

There was a pain in his heart like a knife, and a deep hatred was revealed in his eyes. No matter who dares to hurt his capable generals like this, from today onwards, no matter the ends of the world, even if the sea is changing, he will definitely capture this person and tie him up. In front of his grave, he was widowed with a knife, to vent his hatred and to comfort Mo Li's spirit in heaven.

Nanhuang pondered for a while, and then asked again: "If you don't wake him up, how much time will you have? Is there any hope for him to come back to life?"

Geng Chengyun shook his head, hoping that His Majesty would not kill himself immediately because of this answer.He replied with difficulty: "If you don't wake him up, maybe, it will only be an hour."

Nanhuang suddenly closed his eyes, who did this!
After a long time, he opened his eyes again, with deep sorrow in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Give acupuncture." The colic in his heart followed like a shadow, and every word he uttered was like another prick. The knife was stuck in his heart.

How long has it been since you felt this way?The last time, it was probably when he left me...

Nanhuang's eyes were fixed on the movements of the imperial physician, and he saw Geng Chengyun's trembling fingers pinching the needle, but after taking a deep breath, his hands suddenly stabilized, as if everything around him had disappeared, and only his own hands were left in his eyes. needles on the ground and the patient lying on the ground.

The golden needle pierced through Nan Moli's body, and Geng Chengyun gently twirled the golden needle, and a bright red color seeped out from the needle hole. As the golden needle continued to penetrate, it slowly condensed into a blood-red bead , rolled down from Nan Moli's people.

The moment the blood beads fell to the ground, Nan Moli opened his eyes.

Geng Chengyun heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly sped up his movements, took five or six gold needles that had been disinfected by the little eunuch next to him, and pierced the acupuncture points behind Nan Moli's ears like lightning.

The golden needle pierced through, and Nan Moli coughed, then slowly turned his head, and the moment he saw Nanhuang, his eyes suddenly lit up.He said vaguely, "Your Majesty, there is danger!"

Nanhuang felt a pain in his heart, and reached out to hold Nan Moli's hand.

After going through life and death, it seemed that heaven and man would be separated forever, but the first thing he did when he woke up was to remind himself that he was in danger.

"Mo Li, who hurt you to such an extent? Tell me, I will avenge you!" Nan Huang gritted his teeth tightly, and popped out these words from between his teeth, the anger in his chest was burning, It seemed to burn him to ashes.

Until now, he still couldn't believe what he saw.

The mighty general died overnight, who could?who can?He fights across the battlefield, has stained the yellow sand with his green blood, and also plundered the city with him to build an invincible reputation.At this moment, he wished he could kill all those who hurt him with a long knife.

"Little...be careful..." Nan Moli's whole body was cold, only his lips could move slightly, his mind was slightly clear enough to recognize Nanhuang in front of him through his blurred eyes, and he was determined to finish his last few words.

It was because of these few words that he tried his best to hold his breath!
"Be careful of what? Who hurt you?" Nanhuang asked eagerly, the thought of avenging him was rolling in his chest, and he refused to rest for a moment.

Nan Moli only felt that his life was slipping away from his body little by little. He felt that it was getting colder and colder, and his whole body began to tremble. His eyes tried to search for Xuanyuan Jinhong. He needed to warn His Majesty, kill him Xuanyuan Jinhong, don't delay for a moment!

"Heir..." Nan Moli eagerly wanted to tell Nan Huang the news that Xuanyuan Jinhong was the heir of the magic kung fu, but it was difficult to utter a complete sentence after being seriously injured.

Nanhuang was shocked, his whole body tensed up.

That night, he didn't fall asleep, but stared at the portrait for a whole night, and what he thought and said in his mouth were all about the person in the portrait.

He asked eagerly: "You mean he is my younger brother? That person, not only does he look similar, but he is also his descendant?" Seeing that he had misunderstood, Nan Moli was so anxious that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

What he couldn't let go of most in his heart was His Majesty the Southern Emperor.

For so many years, all he thinks about is the century-old foundation of the southern country, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

His majesty is so heroic, he can be described as a generation of sage monarchs.The tactics of attacking and attacking are endless, and he is a rare martial arts genius in the world.

But the only thing is, as soon as you encounter that person, you will lose your mind and get confused.

Could it be that the word love in this world is so harmful?He has to stop him.For the country, the country, and for His Majesty himself.

Nan Moli barely gathered his last ounce of strength. He had three things to say. One, don't let the person in the portrait come to the southern country, and don't let him be by His Majesty's side.The second is that the master injured in the past few days was not killed by some magic master who came to play, the murderer was Xuanyuan Jinhong, and the third is to activate the mechanism of the Pingcheng Formation...

If you can't convey these three pieces of information to His Majesty, you will die in peace.

Nan Moli's face was distorted and terrifying, and a golden needle behind his ear "chuckled" and he jumped out.

Nanhuang's heart tightened, and he turned to look at Geng Chengyun, only to see Geng Chengyun put away the golden needle and silently put it on the ground.

Why not plug it back in again?
The Southern Emperor was startled, and wanted to ask more questions. Facing Geng Chengyun's sad eyes, his old voice was even more mournful in the silent hall, and he said slowly: "Your Majesty, when the golden needles behind General Nan's ears fall, it will be General Nan. When driving the crane back to the west."

Geng Chengyun kowtowed deeply, as if he didn't dare to look at Nanhuang's face.

Nanhuang suppressed the grief and anger in his heart and turned his head to look at Nan Moli, but he heard two soft sounds of "chu, chu" in his ears, and there were only two golden needles left behind Nan Moli's ears.

The gold needle popped out from behind Nan Moli's ear, and landed on the floor of the hall covered with gold bricks, making a pleasant impact sound, bouncing off the ground, falling again, rolling several times, and finally stopped moving.

Nan Moli couldn't make any sound anymore, he clenched his teeth tightly, and a little blood appeared on his pale face.The trembling fingers slowly lifted up, pointing at Wu Pengjing's body outside the hall.

A vague sound came out from his mouth.

Nanhuang hurriedly put his ear close to Nan Moli's lips, and heard his throat rolling continuously, mixed with the words he uttered with all his strength: "Xuan...Xuan..."

Nanhuang frowned tightly, but saw Nan Moli, who was lying on his back in his arms, stretched out a force from nowhere, and even grabbed his front.

Pale fingers tightly grasped the bright yellow dragon-patterned robe, repeating in his mouth: "Xuan..."

Xuan?Xuan?
Nanhuang's doubts became more intense, what word did Nan Moli want to say?Another gold needle popped out from behind his ear.Nan Moli's hand suddenly loosened.

Nan Moli's head tilted, his arms fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were wide open, he suddenly turned up, and there was a mournful cry from his mouth, and his whole body became stiff.

With his last sound, the last golden needle suddenly fell down.

Nan Moli's eyes widened, it was obvious that he was dying.

Nan Huang hugged Nan Moli's body, Yang Tian let out a howl, and rushed out of the hall with a howl like a wolf, piercing the sky above the palace, with deep grief, everyone in the palace was scared to death a shudder.

Everyone present bowed down to Nan Moli's corpse, as if they were going to send the general who fought for the country to his last end.

With him in the southern country, you will be invincible, and with him in the southern country, you will be invincible.He is the god of war in everyone's heart and an undefeated legend in the southern kingdom.But at this very moment, he is passing away forever...

The heart-piercing wail came from someone who was the first to hear it, but it infected everyone in the hall in an instant.

Now the armies of the Three Kingdoms have successively captured more than 200 cities in the Southern Kingdom. It is really a time for employing people. It is the time for the generals to show their glory, but at this moment...

It seems that even the heavens have sensed the sorrow of the people in the southern country, and the snowflakes are falling one after another. This winter, the first snow in Yanguan City raises the sadness of the day and the ground. It seems that the earth has covered Nan Moli all over. Onyx.

Amidst the crying, no one noticed that by the corner, a frail figure was quietly sitting up from the ground.

Xuanyuan Jinhong glanced at Nan Moli's body, heaved a long sigh of relief, stroked his broken ribs kicked by Nanhuang with one hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

He is dead, the majestic general, the devil-like general who he was ordered to serve.He finally died.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, as if he didn't even feel the pain of the broken bones.

Xuanyuan Jinhong heard the wailing sound echoing in the hall, and felt that even the singing of the Garuda above the nine heavens could not be so sweet and moving.

Nanhuang staggered to his feet, left the room full of crying people, and walked into the snow that was flying all over the sky.The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are covered in a sheet of white snow, leaving only the eye-catching paleness between the sky and the earth.

The green hills had long lost their original color, the wind blew past, and endless snowflakes filled the entire sky.

(End of this chapter)