The huge Jiaoshan Mountain returned to peace, the blood vines disappeared, and the corpses controlled by the Zhenlong chess pieces sank into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying finally issued a death order to the spirit of the Jiaolong, and even his descendants could not reverse it.
The moon was bright and the wind was gentle, illuminating the mess on the ground.
After the last arrow was shot, the Cloud Piercing Bow in Nangong Si's hand gradually became dim and finally sank because it lost the spiritual power of Nangong Changying. He dripped blood on the ground. Almost at the moment when the barrier was released, Ye Wangxi ran over and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I will heal you..."
"Forget it. I was still alive and well. After you healed me, I will probably go to see the Grand Master." Nangong Si coughed lightly, pushed Ye Wangxi away, and looked at Jiang Xi with his black eyes, "Master Jiang, please help me..."
Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."
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