Chapter 169 Showdown
The few people were assigned a place to live and spent a rather tense night. Ning Wuxie hugged Xuan'er and didn't dare to fall asleep completely.
Fortunately, the night was uneventful. Early the next morning, Mo Xin came to Ning Wuxie again and said that Mo Xiang was looking for a few of them again.
Ning Wuxie, Xuan'er and Chi Lian had no choice but to come to Mo Xiang's tent again.
Mo Xiang was still stuck in layers of fur, making it feel like he hadn't moved all night and was always nestled in it.
Ning Wuxie became more and more curious as to what was going on with Mo Xiang.
No one who looked at his current state would think he was healthy. It was completely inconsistent with his heroic and domineering attitude in Lishan.
Ning Wuxie suddenly remembered something Song Luoyun told him in Hidden Dragon City.
For example, Mo Xiang used his own body as a carrier to try to reproduce Bai Ze's bloodline...
Could it be that he was tortured to this point by this crazy experiment?
But no matter what, Mo Xiang still seemed to be in better spirits than yesterday.
"Ning Wuxie, I said yesterday that if you are really the true essence of the Nine Heavens and are loyal to the Black Dragon Clan, I will let you join the Black Dragon Saint Clan's guard."
"Are you willing?"
"I am willing to serve your Majesty." Ning Wuxie said quickly.
There's no reason why he doesn't want to. If he doesn't want to, he is disloyal to the Black Dragon Clan. People who are not loyal to the Black Dragon Clan can't walk out of this camp alive.
Only a fool says he doesn't want to.
"Yes." Mo Xiang nodded with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief: "You Confucian disciples are all pretty good, but just one of you talks too much."
"What I like is someone who doesn't talk much but can fight. The Confucian disciples before you were all the opposite."
"You are still weak after talking to many people, so they all asked me to kill them."
It seemed that because of what happened yesterday, Mo Xiang was a little friendlier to Ning Wuxie today and talked more.
But in the calm air, he still said some creepy words.
Ning Wuxie quickly took over the words: "Remember His Majesty's teachings."
Mo Xiang's meaning was very clear. He did not like those traditional Confucian disciples who pointed out his policies for governing the country and made some messy suggestions.
He just wants them to be used by him and fight for him.
Ning Wuxie suddenly understood why Song Luoyun wanted to drink and have fun in Mo Xin's house all day long... If he didn't do anything, nothing would go wrong.
Hearing this, Mo Xiang nodded again: "Okay."
"On the issue of your loyalty to the Mojiao Clan, I can only believe that You Xin'er will vouch for you."
"After you join the Holy Guard, you still follow her instructions directly."
"As for the second point, your Nine Heavens Combined True Essence... Since you have now reached the Golden Core and no longer have true essence, you have to use another way to prove it."
Mo Xiang suddenly nodded towards Mo Xin. Mo Xin glanced at Ning Wuxie and shouted outside the tent: "Call Mo Ming to come in!"
Ning Wuxie's heart sank as she guessed Mo Xiang's intention.
This is a cricket fight!
Mo Xiang spoke: "Mo Ming is my great-nephew. He is only eighty years old this year, which is equivalent to eighteen or nineteen for a human being."
"Although he is just at the seventh level of the Golden Core, he can still be regarded as the royal bloodline of our Mojiao clan, and his bloodline is even more powerful."
"If you can defeat him, I will believe that you really possess the Nine Heavens True Yuan!" After saying that, Mo Xiang's tone changed, "But if you can't defeat him, it means you lied to me..."
"Then you can only pay with your life for all the monsters who died in Peach Blossom Mountain..."
Mo Xiang said the harshest words in the most relaxed tone.
Ning Wuxie felt a chill in her heart and could only accept it.
With that said, the guard of the Mo Jiao Clan named Mo Ming walked into the camp.
This is a tall young man with sharp and fierce features. Although he is only eighteen or nineteen years old as a human being, he looks like he is twenty-five or six.
He seemed to have been informed in advance. The first time he entered the camp, he stared at Ning Wuxie with an evil look.
He strode in, knelt down and saluted Mo Xiang.
"You guys start fighting outside the camp, Mo Ming, don't hold back."
"Follow your orders!" Mo Ming's voice was firm and decisive. After finishing speaking, he immediately stood up, turned around and walked out of the camp.
Ning Wuxie looked at him silently, then turned around and followed him.
As soon as he walked out of the camp, Xuan'er chased after him and held his hand:
"Brother, are you sure?"
She looked at Ning Wuxie with big eyes, knowing that Ning Wuxie was going to fight again, she was already feeling distressed in advance.
"Of course, brother, have you ever lost?" Ning Wuxie touched her head and said with a smile, "Go find Sister Chi Lian."
"Brother, how about I beat this guy for you," Xuan'er said in a surprising tone, "I am now in the Golden Core realm, I feel like I can deal with him..."
"I am your woman. If I defeat him, doesn't that mean you are better than him?"
Ning Wuxie smiled bitterly: "How can you calculate it like that?"
"Be good, go find sister Chi Lian, and watch your brother show off his skills later."
Ning Wuxie lowered her head and kissed Xuan'er's cheek, then gently pushed her away and turned to follow Mo Ming's pace.
He was a little surprised that Xuan'er also obtained the Golden Elixir. When did it happen?
Is the Wentian Xinwu Jue effective?
The camp is full of Mo Jiao guards, as well as some Snake Clan guards brought by Lu Qiong. Mo Ming obviously had some reputation among the Saint Clan's guards. There were many people cheering and cheering for him as he walked by.
Everyone seemed to know in advance that Mo Ming was going to fight Ning Wuxie today to test the value of this human race. From time to time, someone shouted:
"Kill this human race!"
"Come on, Mo Ming! Make this guy into bacon!"
The Mojiao tribesmen in black stood on the roadside in twos and threes, cheering for Mo Ming, but no one supported Ning Wuxie.
Because if Ning Wuxie defeated Mo Ming, first of all, it would be an insult to their Mo Jiao clan, and secondly, they did not want a human clan to join the holy clan guard.
This is something that has never happened in tens of thousands of years. God knows why Your Majesty has gone crazy!
But they couldn't resist, they could only hope that Mo Ming could kill Ning Wuxie!
When walking out of the camp, Ning Wuxie also saw a, ah, no, a familiar figure.
The road is poor.
A large group of people gathered at the entrance of the camp, with Mo Xin, Chi Lian, Xuan'er and Lu Qiong standing at the front.
The rest were the holy guards in the camp, who came to witness Ning Wuxie's defeat.
Even the three ink dragons that circled in the sky as a warning stopped swimming in the clouds and stuck out their three heads to look here.
Mo Ming stood still, turned around, looked directly at Ning Wuxie, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth:
"Human, you and I have no grievances. I don't hate you."
"But I have to kill you."
"please forgive me."
He held his head high and looked confident of victory.
This is not the kind of smile that comes with planning and seeing everything go smoothly as expected, but a kind of innate confidence.
He just thinks he can win, he just believes he can win!
Opposite him, Ning Wuxie also smiled slightly.
Is this the saint race, the confidence brought by a trace of true dragon blood?
"It's useless to talk anymore, just take action." He made a gesture of invitation.