Chapter 108 Nie Mingjue I X You X¥#%@&#*&@
If this sword succeeded, even if it couldn't subdue Nie Mingjue, it could at least buy some time. However, the sword had just been infused with too much spiritual power due to Su She's sudden outburst, which exceeded its endurance limit. Halfway through the swing, it suddenly broke into several pieces with a "clang". And Nie Mingjue's palm hit him right in the chest.
Su She's brilliance was fleeting. He didn't even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood or say a decent or cruel last word before the life in his eyes was extinguished in an instant.
Jin Guangyao collapsed beside Lan Xichen and saw this scene. Whether it was because of the increased blood flow from his severed hand and abdomen, the pain, or for some other reason, tears welled up in his eyes. But he didn’t have a chance to catch his breath or lick his wounds. After Nie Mingjue pulled his hand away, he turned around and stared at him.
The cold and stern look on this hard face was exactly the same as when he was alive. It was exactly what Jin Guangyao feared the most. Jin Guangyao was so scared that even his tears were held back. He asked for help in a trembling voice: "Second brother..."
Lan Xichen turned his sword, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji also hurried up the whistle. However, the whistle had been broken, and it would be much more difficult to reactivate it. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Wei Wuxian!"
Wei WuXian immediately asked, “What?”
After answering, Wei Wuxian realized that the person who called him was Jiang Cheng. He was slightly surprised. Jiang Cheng did not answer directly, but took out something from his sleeve and threw it. Wei Wuxian subconsciously reached out to catch it and looked down. The black and shiny body of the flute and the bright red tassel.
Ghost flute petition!
As soon as he touched the familiar flute, Wei Wuxian didn’t even bother to be surprised. He raised it to his lips without thinking and called out, “Lan Zhan!”
Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and without further words, the sound of the zither and the flute began to play simultaneously. The zither was like an icy spring, and the flute was like a flying bird. One was suppressing, and the other was guiding. Under the combination of the two, Nie Mingjue's body swayed, and finally, half-forced, he moved his feet away from Jin Guangyao.
He walked towards the empty coffin for the second time, step by step, under the guidance of the piano and flute ensemble. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji also followed him step by step. As soon as he climbed into the coffin, they kicked the coffin lid at both ends at the same time, and the heavy coffin lid flew up and down. Wei Wuxian climbed onto the coffin head lightly, put Chen Qing back to his waist with his left hand, bit his right hand finger quickly, and drew a whole series of dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing, bloody spells on the coffin lid like flowing clouds and water, without stopping for a moment, and writing it all the way to the end!
At this point, the beast-like howling sound in the coffin gradually stopped. Lan Wangji pressed the trembling seven strings, freezing the sound under his fingers. Wei Wuxian exhaled lightly, carefully sensed for a while, and made sure that there was no power under the coffin lid. Then he stood up and said, "You have a bad temper, right."
He stood on the coffin, too high. Lan Wangji put away his zither, opened his light-colored eyes, and looked up at him. Wei Wuxian lowered his head, and his right hand couldn't help scratching his fair and clean face. It was not known whether it was accidental or intentional, but he scratched him with a few blood-red marks. Lan Wangji didn't care and said, "Come down."
Wei WuXian jumped down with a smile, and was caught by him.
It was a little quiet over here, but over there, Nie Huaisang started to cry out in pain.
He said, "Brother Xichen! Come and help me check if my legs are still connected to my body!"
Lan Xichen walked over, held him down and examined him, then said, “Huaisang, it’s okay, don’t be so scared, your leg isn’t broken. It’s just punctured in one spot.”
Nie Huaisang said horribly, "It's pierced! How can I not be scared if it's pierced! Is it pierced? Brother Xichen, help me!"
Lan Xichen was both amused and annoyed, and said, “It’s not that serious.”
Nie Huaisang was still rolling on the ground hugging his legs. Lan Xichen knew that he was most afraid of pain, so he took out the medicine bottle from his arms, put it in Nie Huaisang's hand, and said, "Pain relief."
Nie Huaisang quickly took the medicine and ate it, saying as he ate, "Why am I so unlucky? I was caught by that Su Minshan for no apparent reason. He was about to escape when he stabbed me with a sword! Can't he just push me away? Why would he need to use a knife or a sword..."
Lan Xichen stood up and looked back. Jin Guangyao sat on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his hair slightly disheveled, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and he looked extremely miserable. Perhaps it was because the pain in his broken hand was too severe that he couldn't help but groan twice. He raised his eyes to look at Lan Xichen. Although he didn't say anything, it was hard not to feel pity for him just by the way he covered his broken wrist and his miserable eyes.
Lan Xichen looked at him for a while, sighed, and took out the medicine he had brought with him.
Wei WuXian said, “Sect Master Lan.”
Lan Xichen said, “Master Wei, he is… in this state now. He probably can’t do anything. If he is not treated, he will probably die here. There are still many things that I haven’t asked.”
Wei WuXian said, “Sect Master Lan, I understand. I’m not telling you not to save him. I’m reminding you to be careful with him. It’s best to silence him and not let him talk anymore.”
Lan Xichen nodded slightly and said to Jin Guangyao, “Master Jin, you heard me. Please don’t do anything unnecessary. Otherwise, just in case, if you make any move, I will show no mercy…” He took a deep breath and said, “I will take your life.”
Jin Guangyao nodded and whispered weakly: "Thank you, Zewu-Jun..."
Lan Xichen leaned over and carefully treated the wound on his broken wrist. Jin Guangyao was trembling all the way. Seeing his once glorious brother end up like this, Lan Xichen didn't know what to say and could only sigh in his heart.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked to the corner together. Wen Ning was still half collapsed on Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling in an awkward position. Wei Wuxian laid him flat on the ground and checked the black hole in his chest. He was worried: "Look at you... what should I use to plug it?"
Wen Ning asked: "Master, is this serious..."
Wei WuXian said, “It’s not serious. You don’t need the organs here. But it’s ugly.”
Wen Ning said: "I don't want to look good..."
Jiang Cheng was silent, while Jin Ling was hesitant to speak.
Over there, Lan Xichen was treating Jin Guangyao's wound. Seeing that Jin Guangyao was about to faint from the pain, Lan Xichen, who had originally wanted to punish him, couldn't bear it after all. He turned around and said, "Huaisang, give me the bottle of medicine just now."
Nie Huaisang took two pills to relieve the pain and put the medicine bottle into his arms, saying hurriedly, "Oh, okay." He lowered his head to search for it, took it out and was about to hand it to Lan Xichen, but suddenly his pupils contracted and he said in horror, "Brother Xichen, watch your back!!!"
Lan Xichen had always been on guard against Jin Guangyao, and he was on edge. When he saw Nie Huaisang's expression and heard his exclamation, he felt a chill in his heart, and without thinking, he drew his sword and stabbed behind him.
Jin Guangyao was pierced right in the chest by his sword, and his face was filled with shock.
The others were also shocked by this sudden change. Wei Wuxian stood up suddenly and asked, "What's going on?!"
Nie Huaisang said, "I, I, I... just saw Third Brother... No, I saw Sect Leader Jin stretching his hand behind his back. I wonder if it was..."
Jin Guangyao looked down at the sword that pierced his chest, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak, but because he had been banned from speaking, he was speechless. Wei Wuxian felt that something was wrong with this situation, and before he could ask a question, Jin Guangyao coughed up a large mouthful of blood and said in a hoarse voice, "Lan Xichen!"
He actually broke through the silence spell by himself.
Jin Guangyao was now covered in wounds. His left hand was burned by the poisonous smoke, his right wrist was broken, his abdomen was missing a piece, and his entire body was covered in blood. He could barely sit up just now, but now, perhaps it was a moment of recovery, he actually stood up on his own, and shouted in hatred once more: "Lan Xichen!"
Lan Xichen looked extremely disappointed and sad, and said, "Master Jin, I told you. If you make another move, I will show no mercy."
Jin Guangyao snorted viciously and said, "Yes! You did say that. But did I?!"
He always had a gentle and elegant face in front of others, but at this moment he actually revealed such a ferocious side of the market. Seeing his very abnormal appearance, Lan Xichen also felt that something was wrong, and immediately turned back to look at Nie Huaisang. Jin Guangyao laughed and said, "Come on! Why are you looking at him? Don't look at him! What can you see? Even I haven't seen it in all these years. Huaisang, you are really good."
Nie Huaisang was dumbfounded, as if he was so frightened by his sudden accusation that he couldn't even speak. Jin Guangyao said bitterly, "I actually fell into your hands like this..."
He tried to walk over to Nie Huaisang, but a sword still pierced his heart. He took a step and immediately showed pain. Lan Xichen couldn't give him a fatal blow, nor could he draw his sword rashly, so he blurted out, "Don't move!"
Jin Guangyao really couldn't walk anymore. He held the sword in front of his chest with one hand, steadied himself, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "What a 'no clue'! No wonder... You've been hiding for so many years, it's really hard for you!"
Nie Huaisang trembled and said, "Brother Xichen, please believe me, I really saw him just now..."
Jin Guangyao's face was grim, and he shouted, "You!"
He tried to lunge at Nie Huaisang again, the sword piercing another inch further into his chest, and Lan Xichen also shouted, “Don’t move!”
He had suffered countless losses and tricks from Jin Guangyao before, so he couldn't help but be wary this time. He suspected that he had been exposed by Nie Huaisang, so he deliberately bit back in desperation, just to distract him again. Jin Guangyao easily understood the meaning in his eyes, laughed in anger, and said: "Lan Xichen! I have lied countless times and hurt countless people in my life. As you said, I killed my father, brother, wife, son, teacher, and friend. I have done everything bad in the world!"
He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "But I have never thought of harming you!"
Lan Xichen was stunned.
Jin Guangyao took a few more breaths, grabbed his sword, and gritted his teeth and said, "...When you were fleeing from the burning Cloud Recesses, who saved you from the fire? Later, when the Gusu Lan Clan rebuilt the Cloud Recesses, who helped you? Over the years, when have I ever suppressed the Gusu Lan Clan? When have I ever supported them in every way? Except for this time when I temporarily suppressed your spiritual power, when have I ever let you and your family down? When have I ever asked for a favor from you!"
Listening to these questions, Lan Xichen couldn't convince himself to use the silence order on him again. Jin Guangyao said, "Su Minshan only responded to me like this because I remembered his name. And you, Zewu Jun, Sect Master Lan, are just as unwilling to tolerate me as Nie Mingjue, and you won't even give me a chance to live!"
After saying this, Jin Guangyao suddenly retreated rapidly, and the Shuoyue was pulled out from his chest, bringing out a string of blood. Jiang Cheng shouted: "Don't let him escape!"
Lan Xichen took two steps forward and easily caught him again. In Jin Guangyao's current state, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't run much faster. Even if Jin Ling blindfolded him, he could still catch him. Moreover, he was injured in many places and was hit by a fatal sword. He didn't need to be on guard anymore. But Wei Wuxian suddenly reacted and shouted, "He's not trying to escape!!! Zewu-jun, leave him!"
It was too late. The blood from Jin Guangyao's severed limbs flowed onto the coffin. The blood dripped over the place where Wei Wuxian had originally drawn, destroying the rune, and flowed into the coffin through the gap.
Nie Mingjue, who had been sealed, suddenly broke out of the coffin!
The coffin lid was torn into pieces, and a pale hand grasped Jin Guangyao's neck, while the other hand reached for Lan Xichen's throat.
Jin Guangyao was not trying to escape, but to use his last breath to lure Lan Xichen to Nie Mingjue's side, so that they could die together!
Lan Wangji sent out Bichen and stabbed in that direction at lightning speed, but Nie Mingjue was not afraid of such magical weapons at all. Even if Bichen hit him, it would probably not be able to stop him from further closing the distance between him and Lan Xichen's throat.
However, just when the hand was just a hair's breadth away from strangling Lan Xichen's neck, Jin Guangyao used his remaining left hand to slam his palm hard on the chest, pushing Lan Xichen away.
He himself was dragged into the coffin by Nie Mingjue by the neck, and held high up like a puppet. The scene was extremely horrifying. Jin Guangyao used his remaining hand to pry Nie Mingjue's iron-like palm, struggling in pain. While struggling with disheveled hair, he flashed a fierce light from his eyes and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Nie Mingjue, fuck your mother! Do you think I'm really afraid of you?! I..."
He choked out a mouthful of blood with great difficulty, and everyone present heard an extremely cruel and clear "crack" sound.
Jin Guangyao let out a faint whimper from his throat. Jin Ling's shoulders trembled, and he closed his eyes and covered his ears, not daring to listen or watch anymore.