I, the destined villain, start by taking the hero’s sacrificial flag

"Father, mother, the child is not filial, even if he tries his best, he can't avenge you...... The child is coming to you......" Looking at the sword lotus that swept over, Ning Wujian showed a relieved smile.

In a trance, he seemed to see his parents, who he couldn't remember.

Ning was worried, but Yu Guang began to scan the surroundings...... The son of extreme luck, will he die so simply because of his own choice?"

A clear voice sounded, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

Ning Wei sighed secretly: "Sure enough, ...... "

The son of luck who is full of value will die so easily."

An inexplicable mood rose.

A middle-aged man appeared out of thin air beside Ning Wei...... The sword lotus in the sky is still again.

That is, a power far beyond the limit of tranquility.

Ning Wei shook his head slightly, and with a turn of thought, he dispersed the power of life and death, and also dispersed, Endless Sword Lotus.

"Ding, the son of luck Ning Wujian / Ning Zhao, his heart is like ashes and despair breeds. "

Ding, congratulations to the host for seizing the Mandate of Heaven for five hundred.

Ning Wei's eyelids, who were still secretly helpless, jumped suddenly...... Five hundred, so much

, how desperate Ning Wuqian was after this battle, he actually reduced his luck by half in an instant!

"Who are you, why did you save me?" Ning Wuqian looked at the person beside him,

his eyes were godless.

The person who appeared looked at Ning Wuqian with complexity.

After a long time, he replied: "Ning Wushuang."

Ning Wuqian was stunned, and suddenly thought of what Ning Wu had said before.

"Uncle?" said subconsciously tentatively.

Ning Wushuang looked at Ning Wushuang: "Young Master, he has been defeated, and his Dao heart is about to be covered with dust, how about leaving him alive?"

Ning Wushuang's figure flashed closer: "Congratulations."

"Where does the joy come from?" Ning Wushuang shook his head.

Ning Wei smiled even more: "If I don't perceive it wrong, the sage, the aura around you is mysterious, I'm afraid you have already touched the threshold of the peak of the martial saint, if nothing else, you can break through to the peak in ten years at most, and in other days, the martial immortal is hopeful."

Ning Wushuang looked around, on the surface, there was no one, but in fact, at least forty Martial Saints, more than ten Martial Emperors were hidden around, and maybe there were Martial Immortals, but he couldn't sense it.

After glancing for a long time, Ning Wushuang turned around and smiled bitterly: "I can, self-cultivation." "

Uncle......" Even if he didn't get Ning Wushuang's acknowledgement, Ning Wujian instantly determined Ning Wushuang's identity, and his voice was anxious.

Ning Wushuang turned his head and touched Ning Wuji's head: "I was in retreat in the past, otherwise I wouldn't have let you ...... Alas...... You're as powerful as you are today, much better than I am.

Ning Wu fell towards the ground, and his voice was indifferent: "Are you going to play a bitter love scene?"

Ning Wushuang, who was still about to say something, was silent for a while, and fell towards the ground with Ning Wuji.

Fell to the front of the palace of forgetfulness.

Ning Wei, who fell first, was looking around...... It's a pity that the cultivation is not enough, and I can't see the strong man who is hiding.

I can only see that the four generals and many guards who are looking at him with countless awe, as well as Yu Lan and others with stars in their eyes.

And Ning Wuqian said in a bitter voice: "Uncle, you shouldn't save me." "

If Ning Wushuang doesn't save him, he can continue to cultivate in the Ning Clan's Divine City safely.

But now he was saved...... He had an agreement with Ning Wei first, and he lost that agreement!

Even if he committed suicide immediately now, Ning Wushuang, who saved him, also exposed his thoughts...... There is no good death.

Ning Wushuang smiled and patted Ning Wuji's shoulder.

Then he looked at Ning Wei: "He has been lonely since he was a child, and it is nothing to have resentment in his heart, with my Ning clan's ability, it is enough to slowly teach him to forget hatred...... Although he was defeated in the strength of the young master, but, the young master, you were born extraordinary, even if he was defeated, he could not cover up his demeanor in this battle, the younger generation of my Ning clan gods, except for the young master, who can compete with him? I have been resentful for so many years, I will replace him, just right.

Ning Wei was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Go to the ancestral tomb, make an oath in front of your parents' mausoleum, all the past will disappear, if you can do it, you are still a member of my Ning clan, a peerless sage, and still the city lord of the Ning Clan."

Ning Wushuang looked stunned, and then suddenly lowered his head and clenched his fists: "Thank you, young master." With

the cultivation that was about to break through the peak of the Martial Saint, he saluted towards Ning Wei, which shows how happy he was in his heart at this time.

Ning Wushuang was going to drag Ning Wujian to the ancestral tomb.

It's a pity ......

"I can't do it......" Ning Wujian sat on the ground.

Ning Wushuang's eyes were slightly angry: "Bastard boy, what are you talking about!"

Ning Wuji's eyes were a little dilated: "All my memories, everything I remember, are hatred...... Ever since I flowed into that mountain village to obtain the cultivation method, I have not rested at all, and all the time I have been cultivating, in order to take revenge, revenge, and revenge in the sea of blood.

Ning Wushuang's expression became ugly.

Ning Wujian said to himself: "I drink blood, I swallow sand and eat grass, in order to come back to vent my unwillingness, in order to ask the Ning family, how innocent is my branch...... Now, but let me give up, how can I give up? Why do I have to agree that if I don't win, I will die? I can't take revenge, it's better to die, at least die, and maybe I can see my father and mother again...... "

Death will, I have been born."

Ning Wushuang really wanted to spread the sound and tell him that as long as he didn't die, he would still be able to find a way in the future, even if he made an oath, it was a big deal to find a way to break it in the future...... But he didn't dare.

The matter is not over yet, the many Martial Saints and Martial Emperors who are looking at this place, and even the Martial Immortals who may be looking at this place, are still looking at it.

His transmission can hide from the Martial Saint, but it is difficult to hide from the Martial Emperor, and there is no possibility of concealing it from the Martial Immortal.

Ning Wushuang could only choose a compromise method: "I will take him to the ancestral tomb, I will persuade him to let go of his hatred, and he will not be allowed to come out without making an oath, what does the young master think?"

Ning Wei nodded: "The deceased is gone, the living are like this, you take him to the ancestral tomb...... Sage, I hope you will remember that I made an agreement with him, and he lost the agreement, and this matter is a foregone conclusion.

"It's natural...... Your grandfather is in the ancestral tomb, I will take you to see him first, he knows that you are not dead yet, he has long wanted to see you, and now he can finally get what he wants......" Ning Wushuang relaxed slightly, and left quickly with Ning Wujian in his hand, and his voice gradually disappeared.

"Brother, I'm back to the Seven Absolute Palace. Ning Yue stepped forward, a little absent-minded.

Ning Wei glanced at it and whispered: "Think he's pitiful?"

Ning Yue nodded slightly: "Listening to his self-report, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"In that case, why didn't you intercede for him before? Ning Wei's eyes flashed slightly...... I hope his sister doesn't really sympathize, if he really sympathizes, he is afraid that he will have to let Ning Yue retreat in the Seven Peerless Palace.

Unless Ning Wuji's personality dissipates, he will not let go of his murderous intent.

The reason why I agreed just now was that I had to agree, otherwise, God knows if under the influence of luck, would the other powerhouses of the Ning clan have good intentions? After all, it was indeed Ling Yao who violated the clan rules in the past, and Ning Wuqian was also a victim.

Look at Ning Yue again.

She looked at Ning Wei with surprise on her face.

After a while, he nodded slightly: "He is indeed pitiful......

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