C163 No Regrets

The young man's world had collapsed. He thought that he would be able to find Elder Xiao through Old Master Nalan. As long as he could find Elder Xiao, he would have the chance to do so. Unfortunately, he was wrong. He would never have thought that everything was a secret between the two of them. Even Elder Xiao and Old Master Nalan were inseparable.

The young man lamented about his life. However, he did not have to lament for a long time because the white powder had turned into white worms that were biting his skin. After eating his skin, they seeped into his body, biting his flesh and blood and licking his blood. The white worms had turned bright red.

The young man did not even have a painful expression. He had died in pain with great difficulty. It was not difficult to let a person die, but it was not easy to make a person die in a struggle.

Elder Xiao did not appear from the beginning until the end. He was already used to these things. There were countless people who came to seek revenge on him every day. If he had to deal with them one by one, it would be really hard to guard against them. That was why he deliberately told Old Master Nalan his whereabouts, and Old Master Nalan's side often had some people lurking in to inquire about information.

This news would be heard by those people. As long as it was people who came to the Rose Garden, they were all here to seek revenge. Because Old Master Nalan would never discuss anything with Elder Xiao in the form of a letter.

During the first year of reorganization of the devil religion, Elder Xiao had indeed hurt many families, and some of them were even big families. However, this was a solution that couldn't be helped. Only by absorbing fresh blood could he have enough strength to do some business.

When those people were absorbed, they were only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest one was only in his early twenties. Now, they had already become the most capable backbone of the Devil Cult. In the future, the Devil Cult could no longer rely on Elder Xiao, and had to rely on these people to make a big name for themselves.

Some of them were still children, while some had children, but this didn't matter. As long as they had faith in their hearts, Elder Xiao would transform them into people who were different from ordinary people.

Their life paths would also constantly change. Wasn't Xiao Nanfeng's life changed by Elder Xiao? If he hadn't fallen into Elder Xiao's hands after he was brought out of the Liu Sect. . . Could Xiao Nanfeng live an ordinary life?

Perhaps he didn't hold a knife in his hand, but a pen. He might be the top scholar in high school now. Of course, he could also hold a hoe in his hand. Now, his children were in groups. However, it did not matter. Were these two types of lives more blissful than being a saber user?

Elder Xiao would not consider the problem of happiness because there was hatred in his heart. A person who hid hatred would definitely not have any so-called happiness. If he could not obtain something, no one else could.

Just as everyone had imagined, Murong Ke and the others had no idea what to do. For a moment, they didn't know what to do. Murong Ke had a frown on his face, but he was still calm and composed. At least in the eyes of outsiders, he was just trying to think of a way. There was nothing wrong with it.

The other sect masters were different. Some sect masters had lost their beloved disciples, and they were heartbroken. Some sect masters felt that they could not lose any more men, and wanted to retreat. For a moment, the huge Gusu Alliance had fallen into an impasse of quarrels.

Many of them had already retreated. There was still a way to retreat. At least they would be able to survive if they went out now. Zuo Xiping sighed. "Alliance Master, what do you think we should do next?"

Murong Ke wanted to shake his head, but he nodded. He was still unable to do anything after staying in front of the palace for a while. However, in order to show his courage, he squatted down and carefully examined the soil. Then, he picked up a stone on the ground.

It was an extremely ordinary stone. Murong Ke held it in his hand as if he was holding the key to open the entrance to the palace. He stood up abruptly and walked into the palace. Everyone was stunned. They were afraid that he would take things too seriously and step into the palace.

It was still safe outside. Once he stepped into the palace, his life would be in danger. Murong Ke composed himself and threw the stone in his palm.

The stone hit the wall and bounced back, but it didn't land beside Murong Ke. Instead, it landed in the palace. There seemed to be a slight change in the palace.

Zuo Xiping widened his eyes and observed everything. He suddenly realized that there was a force approaching them unconsciously, and it was getting colder and colder. What on earth was causing trouble?

Zuo Xiping stood diagonally in the direction of the palace. His pupils kept contracting. Finally, he found out that it was a wall! A transparent ice wall was approaching them at a very fast speed.

Zuo Xiping quickly went forward and pulled Murong Ke's sleeve. "Alliance Master, come down!" As soon as he said this, a powerful force blew Murong Ke up. Fortunately, his inner energy was deep. After making a few turns in the air, he landed steadily on the ground. Zuo Xiping was not so lucky. His whole body was lying on the ground. His face, which had been through the vicissitudes of life, had turned green from the impact. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Murong Ke quickly went forward to help Zuo Xiping up. "Is Sir alright?" Zuo Xiping coughed twice and shook his head. "I am fine, but I know the secret of this palace!"

Murong Ke and the others were shocked. In an instant, they were surrounded by people. Zuo Xiping said faintly, "I saw it clearly in that corner just now. The changes in the palace were caused by the countless ice walls inside. When these ice walls don't move, they are transparent. There were no flaws at all. Borrowing the dim environment here, it's even more impossible for anyone to see them. "

"No wonder it feels so cold. It turns out that the ice wall is playing tricks. So now, do we have a way to deal with these ice walls? " Someone asked. Zuo Xiping nodded. "There is, but there will be sacrifices. "

After hearing this, many people revealed a look of reluctance. Zuo Xiping continued, "To be honest, if you are hit by the magic of these ice walls. . . I think those brothers who went in earlier have already been sacrificed, so there are only two ways for us to go now. Either we retreat, or we melt these ice walls with fire!"

For a moment, the sect heads who sent out their disciples began to sigh. The sect heads who did not send out their disciples gritted their teeth and wanted to burn down this palace. Everyone was waiting for Murong Ke's decision.

Murong Ke hesitated for a moment and asked, "Could it be that after these ice blocks melt, the water won't flood us?" Zuo Xiping shook his head. "Definitely not. These ice blocks were much bigger than any door in the cave. It would be better if they were frozen outside. It was absolutely impossible to transport them in. Furthermore, there were so many of them. The only explanation is that it's made of ice using the underground water here. "

Since there is underground water here, after these ice cubes melt, there will naturally be an underground exit. This way, there is no need to worry about this fatal problem.

Murong Ke was a person who would not shrink back. Since he had an idea, it would depend on how to implement it. There were many pieces of wood left from the palace that had been dismantled. Everyone picked up some pieces of wood and used the torch in their hands to light up the firewood before throwing them into the palace.

After a short while, the temperature in the palace changed quite a bit. At first, it shook violently. Then, there was the sound of water flowing down. Everyone had a smile on their faces that they hadn't seen for a long time. This matter should have already been resolved. Some sharp-eyed people could clearly see that. . . The corpses of the disciples who had just entered the palace flowed along the flow of the water.

They had died for the sake of the entire Gusu Alliance. Murong Ke had declared that he would set up the Medallion of Virtue for them. After eliminating the devil religion, he would carve their monument here.

After about two hours, the entire palace regained its peace. After replenishing their rations, they began to think about what they should do next. Zuo Xiping smiled and said, "The next step is, of course, to take it. If there are any other problems, it's worth it to leave my life here. "

He was the first to step into the palace. Everyone held their breaths, but Zuo Xiping only smiled and strode forward. Everyone shook their heads with a bitter smile. It turned out that none of them were as brave as Zuo Xiping.

It didn't take long for them to pass through the palace. There was a cave connected to the exit of the palace. This cave was much bigger than the one they came in from. It could be walked side by side by more than a dozen people at the same time.

On the left and right walls of the cave hung paintings. Next to the paintings was an oil lamp. The oil lamps were extinguished. After everyone lit them up one by one, they found that the two sides of the cave were filled with paintings.

The first painting depicted a group of people wearing black clothes. Some were riding horses, while some were walking on Ah Zi's ground. The Gusu City was right in front of them. The leader's eyes were filled with hope and enthusiasm. It seemed like the Gusu City had something to do with him. Next to the man were two horses, and on his left was a tall man with a big forehead. The man looked like he was in his thirties, and he looked very energetic. On his right was a young and beautiful woman. However, the woman's eyes were filled with determination, and she didn't look weak at all.

This was obviously the scene when Devil Cult Master brought the people of the Devil Cult to Gusu. But who were the people on both sides? They concluded that this man was Devil Cult Master, and the man beside him was Elder Xiao. The other was Devil Cult Master's wife.

The second painting depicted a beautiful young man waving his treasured saber in the courtyard. The person watching from the side was Elder Xiao, who was in the first painting. Elder Xiao sat on a stone stool and played the zither with both hands. The courtyard was filled with rose flowers. The flower petals were picked up by the man who was dancing with the saber and fell down one by one.

The painting was too beautiful, but people's eyes were fixed on the name of the courtyard. "Nanfeng Courtyard. " Nanfeng? Wouldn't Xiao Nanfeng be called Nanfeng? Was there some sort of coincidence between these two? Everyone was puzzled.

The third painting was illuminated. The third painting was of the young handsome boy and Elder Xiao dancing with knives, and the one standing next to him was actually a young woman. The young woman had her back to the crowd, and in her arms was a child. It seemed that the child was sleeping soundly, and only then did the young woman have the time to look up at their saber techniques.

It was still in Nanfeng's courtyard. This name was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. The fourth painting depicted the beautiful youth's ever-changing saber techniques. Each and every move and style seemed to be extremely exquisite and wonderful. Such an exquisite and exquisite saber technique was actually hung here in such an ordinary manner. This caused everyone to feel doubtful.

Of course, more people were wild with joy and couldn't help but practice. This was because starting from the fourth painting, the next thirty or so paintings were all about this person's saber art. The saber technique was extremely strange and marvelous. Even Murong Ke, who always thought that his blade technique was superb, couldn't help but take a deep breath and nod his head heavily.

As they spoke, they were already practicing their knife skills. This wasn't their purpose here. However, as a knife user, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The knife in Murong Ke's hand also began to swing from time to time.

The scene became chaotic because there were too many people. And the number of paintings here was limited. In order to compete for the paintings, they did not hesitate to fight. Only Zuo Xiping and a few others who did not practice the knife were clear-headed.

He quickly walked to Murong Ke, who was practicing knife skills, and said anxiously, "Alliance Master! Alliance Master!" Only then did Murong Ke react. When he looked at himself again, he found that he was sweating profusely. He had used up a lot of energy during this time.

Looking at the surrounding people, they all seemed to have gone crazy. They were waving the blades in their hands. Zuo Xiping said sternly, "I don't know what magic is in these paintings, Alliance Master. We must stop them from continuing like this!" Zuo Xiping's words were like a baseball bat. It was not easy for them to form a team. It would be a pity if they were to end up like this.

Murong Ke looked around and found that most of the paintings were still hanging on the wall. He simply ran around the cave. As he ran, he took off all the paintings hanging on the wall.

After the paintings disappeared, these people all went limp. Some people with poor stamina actually died of shock on the spot. Murong Ke let out a long sigh. "Dog thieves from the Devil Cult really put in a lot of effort. No one would have thought of this move. She knew that all the people who came in were blade artists. As long as they are blade artists, it is impossible for them not to be interested in these martial arts. He played around and did not expect it. We still have Mr. Zuo here!"

Zuo Xiping shook his head with a bitter smile. " It's better for Alliance Master to be calm. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to wake him up with just one or two calls. Now it seems that everyone needs to rest for a while before they can continue on their journey. "

Murong Ke looked around. There was a large area of people around him. The people who were still standing were actually still waving the blades in their hands. It turned out that these people were holding those paintings.

Murong Ke sighed. In the blink of an eye, he had taken back the paintings from those people. He piled the scrolls into a pile and burned them clean. Many people sighed because of this, but they also knew that this painting was indeed poisonous. No matter how exquisite the martial arts in it were, they could not continue practicing.