Nangong Xun placed the ingenious instrument with a hint of black mist in his hand on the table, squinted his eyes and cast aside Michel Wiese and Mo Hongyu, who was fidgeting at the door.
Before the Nangong clan brought people to Taikun City, Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun had suspected that the disappearance of Nangong Lingqing might have something to do with the weird power they had traced over the years, but it was only theirs. guess.
Nangong Lingqing’s strength is clear to them. As the future patriarch heir of the Nangong lineage, Nangong Lingqing has already reached the level of a holy powerhouse, plus Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun, etc. His various spiritual weapons, in this Taikun City, it is impossible for anyone to make him disappear silently.
Nangong Jin stood up slowly, her body exuding a faint red brilliance, her eyes gradually turned red, and she coldly looked at Michel Wiese who was sitting on the opposite side, and stunned Michel Wiese with a murderous intent. The cold sweat is flowing.
"City Lord Michelle, look, is this energy fluctuation familiar?"
In the magnificent hall, Nangong Jin's murderous words constantly echoed in the hall.
Michel Wiese looked at the instrument with black mist on the table and kept dodge his eyes. For him, who had dealt with the black angel countless times, the smell of this black mist could not be more familiar.
In the face of Nangong Jin’s huge killing intent, the cold sweat on Michel Weitzer’s forehead condensed into beads, one by one, and it was no longer as calm and calm as before. If Nangong Jhin and others had not discovered his connection with the organization , He may also be able to cover up what he committed by fabricating facts.
Nangong Jin slowly raised his hand, a vast and mellow divine power turned into an invisible palm, lifting Michel Wiese from the chair.
The terrifying killing intent and the palm of this invisible divine power directly broke the last line of defense in Michel Wiese's heart. Sure enough, in the face of absolute strength, any disguise is meaningless.
Michel Wiese was lifted up in the air, his face gradually turned pale, and he was breathing hard.
"I, I said..."
Michel Wiese uttered a few words extremely hard, and the old and feeble voice sounded in the hall.
"boom…"
Hearing Michel Wiese’s words, Nangong Jin waved his hand, and the invisible hand of divine power threw Michel Wiese heavily on the stone wall of the main hall. The hard rock wall was smashed out of a huge pit, cracking open. The horrible gap made a huge noise.
Michel Weese fell to the ground along the way, and the broken stones from the stone wall scattered on and around him. Michel Weese stood up with difficulty. Now that the Nangong clan found the organization, he did it. Using this matter to get out, he thought carefully.
"Little friend Nangong indeed disappeared in our city hall."
"Last night, several abnormal energy fluctuations appeared in the city hall. After I noticed it, I took someone to check it out. But at this time, Xiaoyou Nangong, Xiaoyou Su and others have been taken away."
"I knew the seriousness of the matter, and then I chased it out, but after reaching the back mountain, the power suddenly disappeared without a trace."
Michel Wiese crouched, wiping the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, making a difficult statement.
Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun put their hands behind them, looked at him coldly, and raised their eyebrows.
Under tremendous pressure, the disciple on the side whispered a few words beside Nangong Xun.
"Very well, in that case, follow us over there!"
Nangong Xun said coldly, walked slowly to Michel Weiser's side, lifted him up with one hand, and walked towards the giant square outside the City Hall. When passing by Mo Hongyu, he was just cold. He cast a glance at him.
Mo Hongyu looked at Michel Weiser who was easily carried by Nangong Xun with a horrified expression. His expression was a little horrified. He didn't expect that Michel Weiser really had the courage to do this kind of thing, just for the soul of the beast. , Bet on the entire Taikun City and their Mo Family.
Mo Hongyu prayed in his heart, hoping that Nangong Lingqing would not have an accident and could return safely. If not, their Mo family, and even the entire Taikun City, might disappear in the hands of the Nangong clan today.
Nangong Jin followed Nangong Xun to the center of the dilapidated square. With a low groan in his mouth, a long sword gleaming with brilliance appeared at his feet, carrying his figure slowly into the air, pointing towards the child. Flew away from the back mountain of the city hall.
Everywhere in Taikun City, the elders of the Nangong clan were searching everywhere for Nangong Lingqing's whereabouts. A sound transmission flashed across the divine consciousness, and the elders and the disciples behind them flew towards Nangong Jin. Dao Guanghua was fleeting in the sky above Taikun City.
"Look, this seems to be the people who just broke through the city gate!"
"My goodness, there are still people who can fly with swords, these are all in the legend!"
"Go, let's follow along and see!"
...
Seeing the people of the Nangong clan flashing in the sky, there was a loud voice in Taikun City, with curiosity and admiring eyes, colorful brilliance flashing, some people on the ground dressed in mechas, soaring into the sky , Flew towards the direction of the City Hall.
After a while, Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun came to the back mountain where the disciples said they found the strangeness. Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun stood with their swords, floating above the mountain, and a terrifying power of consciousness enveloped the entire mountain.
Following the exploration of Nangong Jin's divine consciousness, his eyebrows gradually became solemn, and a chill flashed in his eyes. Watching the change of Nangong Jin's expression, Nangong Xun also explored the mountain.
"Sure enough, the mountains here have been hollowed out, but when the power of divine consciousness explores it, it seems to be blocked by an enchantment, and it is impossible to enter."
Nangong Xun frowned, his expression solemn.
Michel Weitzer was carried by Nangong Xun, like a bereaved dog.
"It seems that he didn't lie."
"After searching for so many years, I finally found their stronghold."
Nangong Xun cast aside Michel Wiese in his hand, a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes, and he stared heavily at the mountain under his feet.
The back mountain of the city hall does not exist in isolation, but connected to it is an endless sea of mountains.
In Nangong Jin's hand, the ring connected to Nangong Lingqing's spiritual source no longer pointed the direction to everyone, but shone with a faint brilliance.
Looking at the fading ring in their hands, the expressions of Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun gradually became serious.
