Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

Xuan Yunzi and Monk Jinguang joined forces to resist, but like an egg hitting a stone, the defense was instantly broken by the Tianjiu Fang Virtual Halberd.

The shadow of the halberd came towards them, and both of them had nowhere to hide.

Xuan Yunzi decisively stood in front of the Jinguang monk, turning his hands to create a giant Yin-Yang Bagua chart.

"Taoist Priest!!"

Monk Jinguang's eyes widened and he tried to stop him but it was too late.

The terrifying halberd shadow quickly shattered the Yin Yang Bagua Diagram and cut Xuan Yunzi in half on the spot. The scene was extremely bloody.

Even though the golden monk was only hit by the aftermath, he was knocked hundreds of meters away and vomited blood from his mouth.

The white-browed old man hiding in the distance was horrified. If he had faced this halberd, there would probably not even be ashes left.

"He's not dead yet?"

Tiansha was quite surprised, he thought he could kill both of them directly.

Being able to die to block most of the power for Monk Jinguang proves that Xuan Yunzi is also an extremely powerful being in the holy realm. Unfortunately, today he encountered a chaotic monster that has lived for countless thousands of years.

Monk Jinguang was filled with grief and anger. He stood up with his Zen staff, looked at Jiang Zhige and shouted angrily: "Evil beast! You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!"

The white-browed old man felt that something was not good. Now that the situation had been decided, when Monk Jinguang was defeated, he would not be able to escape death.

However, facing Jiang Zhige, who was able to crush two people who had entered the Saint Realm, the white-browed old man would definitely not be able to escape.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige was about to kill Monk Jinguang, the white-browed old man became more and more anxious. He looked around and finally set his sights on Nangong Zhen.

Tiansha kept approaching Monk Jinguang with a leisurely and indulgent pace.

Monk Jinguang still wanted to fight back, but unfortunately his injuries were too serious. He felt like his body was about to fall apart when he moved even a little.

"Evil beast! Even if I die today, countless Taoist friends will come to kill you. You will die eventually!"

Although the golden monk had no power to resist, he was not afraid of the impending death and still glared at Tiansha fiercely.

"Mortality? Idiot, if your Buddhahood and kindness were of any use, I would have died long ago."

Tiansha showed a strange smile and raised the Heavenly Nine Square Virtual Halberd high towards Monk Jinguang.

He has existed for an unknown number of years, even much earlier than Buddha.

In the endless years, Tiansha has never realized any great truth. He only knows that he is called a monster, but he has survived until now with his demon body. Countless emperors, gods and Buddhas have died in his hands.

"Wait a minute! Boy, you don't want Nangong Zhen to die, do you?"

Just when the evil spirit was about to kill the golden monk, the voice of the white-browed old man suddenly came from not far away.

Jiang Zhige couldn't help being shocked and quickly regained control of his body.

"You kid..."

Tiansha couldn't help but feel that Jiang Zhige was like this every time and valued other people's lives too much.

Of course, this is also the key reason why Jiang Zhige is suitable for cultivating demons.

Jiang Zhige turned around and saw that the white-browed old man looked nervous and was holding a sword at Nangong Zhen's throat.

Although Jiang Zhige had shown affection to Nangong Zhen before, the white-browed old man didn't know if Jiang Zhige still had reason.

If Jiang Zhige didn't care about Nangong Zhen's life or death at all, he and Monk Jinguang would definitely die.

Jiang Zhige looked ugly and said in a cold voice: "If you dare to hurt him even a hair, I will kill all your sect members!"

"Who are you trying to scare? If you don't kill him, he will still die. Why don't I get someone to bury him with me before I die?"

When the white-browed old man heard this, instead of worrying, he felt relieved.

Because the angrier Jiang Zhige becomes, the higher Nangong Zhen’s status in his heart becomes.

Nangong Zhen looked weak and smiled bitterly: "Boy Jiang, don't pay attention to me, just do what you want."

Originally, he was not weak enough to be taken as a hostage by the white-browed old man, but Xuan Yunzi's attack injured him so badly that he almost lost the ability to move.

"Is being so despicable the justice you want?"

Jiang Zhige glanced at Monk Jinguang, his murderous intention growing stronger in his heart.

Monk Jinguang's expression remained unchanged, and he snorted coldly: "Nangong Zhen should be killed for collaborating with demon cultivators like you!"

"Boy, as long as you are willing to let the two of us live, I can promise you not to harm Nangong Town, and to withdraw from Chaozhou and never come back again."

While the white-browed old man wanted to survive, he did not forget about Monk Jinguang. If he could escape this disaster and make friends with a powerful person who has entered the holy realm, it would be of countless benefit to him.

Besides, the old man with white eyebrows has low cultivation level. If Jiang Zhige agrees to let the two of them go, Monk Jinguang will be a guarantee for him to escape.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were cold, calmly calculating the speed of his attack.

His speed was very fast, but the white-browed old man's sword was already at Nangong Zhen's throat, and there was a golden monk beside him, so there was no guarantee that an accident would not happen.

Nangong Zhen is his father-in-law, and Nangong Rou's father. Jiang Zhige cannot take such a big risk.

"Although Nangong Town, the donor of Changyuan, deserves to be killed, I don't even bother to use this method to survive!"

Just when Jiang Zhige was about to agree, Jin Guang and Guang beside him suddenly shouted angrily and made a swastika handprint towards Nangong Town.

The incident happened so suddenly that Jiang Zhige couldn't react at all.

The old man with white eyebrows was also thinking about how to ensure that Jiang Zhige would not pursue him, but he also failed to react.

Bang! The palm print penetrated Nangong Zhen's chest on the spot, almost affecting the white-browed old man next to him.

The white-browed old man's expression changed drastically, and Jiang Zhige's liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

"uncle!!"

Jiang Zhige ducked to Nangong Zhen's side and supported him before he fell.

The vitality of the Vientiane Realm is extremely strong. Even if it was penetrated through the chest, Nangong Zhen still had a breath left and did not die on the spot.

The white-browed old man next to him kept backing away, feeling filled with regret.

Monk Jin Guang disdained to live an ignoble existence, but he wanted to live? If he had known this, he should have waited until Jiang Zhige killed Monk Jin Guang before taking action.

Nangong Zhen's face turned pale, he looked at Jiang Zhige and smiled miserably: "Silly boy, no, no need to blame yourself, I don't have much time left..."

Many years ago, in order to improve his strength and regain his position as the head of the family, he practiced a technique that was extremely life-consuming. Today, he only has a few years left in his life.

It was precisely because he knew that he would not live long that Nangong Zhen was anxious to find someone to rely on for Nangong Rou, and chose to defend Nangong Rou and Jiang Zhige from the Xuan Yue Sect's pursuers alone, instead of arranging for many family elders to come.

Now that Monk Jinguang has this killer, it is a relief for him, at least he no longer has to drag Jiang Zhige down.

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Zhige said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, but, but you..."

Thinking of Nangong Zhen's pretentious indifference in the past, and then thinking of Nangong Zhen's good intentions, how could Jiang Zhige be relieved?

Even if Nangong Zhen is not Nangong Rou's father, he is still an elder that Jiang Zhige can respect.

Nangong Zhen looked helpless. He wanted to say more, but unfortunately the injury on his chest prevented him from having a long conversation with Jiang Zhige.