Meng Xiangxiang was terrified.
Compared to Meng Xiangxiang's fear.
Meng Qinghua was more composed.
However, the shock in his eyes was also evident.
He turned to look at Nangong Mo and Du Chun, Lu Zhu, Meng Yi, Nangong Li, and the half-baked Luo Laya, who were currently fighting the elders of Yi Jing with their superior formations on the stage.
And Gu Qianying, with red hair, a red fox tail, and red eyes.
The transformation at this moment was difficult for him to accept.
He did not know why Gu Qianying was a demon.
And their ancestral teachings stated that they had an irreconcilable hatred for demons.
Based on this alone, he was a sinner of Yi Jing Pavilion.
But... he did not regret it.
He did not care about the true identities of Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo.
What he cared about was their friendship.
"Second Uncle, I don't have much to say from this point on, but I, Meng Qinghua, swear to the heavens that I have never betrayed Yi Jing Pavilion. And they are my good friends, Meng Qinghua. No matter who they are, I, Meng Qinghua, have never regretted knowing them."
His words were spoken with utter frankness.
"Heh! So, you admit that you colluded with demons. If that's the case, why are you all standing around? Seize them and send them to the executioner!"
Meng Zhiyuan gave the order.
All the Yi people drew their weapons.
"Seize them! Meng Qinghua is not worthy of being the Pavilion Master of Yi Jing Pavilion! Kill them!"
"Yes! Kill them! He is not worthy!"
All the Yi people present were shouting.
Meng Qinghua tightly held Meng Xiangxiang's hand, prepared to fight his way out with his sister.
He turned to Meng Xiangxiang, his voice very low but steady, "Sister, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you. I will carve a bloody path out of here and send you to safety."
"No, brother, I don't want to leave you. I want to die with you."
Meng Xiangxiang cried.
Meng Qinghua reached out and ruffled her hair, "Silly girl."
Under the glint of swords and blades.
Meng Qinghua was wounded, tightly holding Meng Xiangxiang.
The Yi people surrounding him suffered countless casualties.
As Du Chun leaped towards him, he suddenly released Meng Xiangxiang and struck her shoulder.
"Xiangxiang, go quickly!"
"No, brother!"
Meng Xiangxiang was sent flying backward. She followed the bloody path carved by Meng Qinghua and fell into Du Chun's arms.
"Du Chun, take my sister and go quickly!"
Meng Qinghua pierced another Yi person who was trying to kill him with his sword.
His shoulder was cut, and bloodstains dyed his white robes.
His hair was somewhat disheveled, and facing all the Yi people who were trying to surround and kill him, he was exhausted.
Du Chun, who had rushed over from the stage, looked at the delicate and lovely girl in his arms.
He frowned slightly and then lifted Meng Xiangxiang onto his back.
"Stay put. If you die, your brother's injuries will be in vain!"
Regarding the current situation, Gu Qianying's abnormal appearance.
Du Chun was still in shock.
However, the scene was extremely chaotic, and he could not afford to think too much.
At this moment, he only wanted to fight his way out with his brothers.
As long as they were all alive, everything could be explained.
"But... but... I'm so scared..."
Lying on Du Chun's back, Meng Xiangxiang dared not move.
Her heart raced, and worried about her brother's safety, she wanted to cry but dared not.
"So troublesome!"
Du Chun lost his patience with Meng Xiangxiang.
He casually tore off a large piece of cloth from his robe and threw it on Meng Xiangxiang's head, covering her eyes and blocking her view.
"Then don't look! Lest you be scared to death."
Meng Xiangxiang: "..."
She lay on Du Chun's back, covering her entire head with the piece of cloth, and began to cry softly from within.
Du Chun carried Meng Xiangxiang and fought against the Yi people present.
On the other side.
The skilled Yi elders, Elder Hu and Elder Han, after injuring Nangong Li, Luo Laya, Lu Zhu, and Meng Yi.
The two turned and used formations to deal with Nangong Mo.
The formations they used were the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Formation and the Qimen Dunjia from the "Book of Changes."
Elder Hu pushed the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Formation to its extreme.
All things around them ignited, surrounding Nangong Mo.
Elder Han used the art of Dunjia, using formations such as the Nine Palaces, Nine Stars, Six Yi, Three Qi, and Eight Gates to trap Nangong Mo's movements.
As the flames intensified.
A bloodthirsty glint appeared in Nangong Mo's icy eyes.
"Since you wish to die, then I, this Lotus Emperor, shall fulfill the wishes of you who seek death!"
He brought his palm down, turning it into ice, and his immortal energy revived.
Specks of ice rain swirled behind him.
A white robe billowed wildly in the wind.
However... at this moment.
A red shadow, moving at lightning speed, shuttled through the flames and arrived before Nangong Mo. After a brief pause.
She charged directly at Elder Hu and Elder Han.
The Dunjia formations had no effect on her.
As the specks of ice rain began to fall.
She tore out Elder Hu's heart and broke Elder Han's neck.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Elder Hu's eyes bulged, and he knelt on the ground in shock, his body slumping down softly.
Elder Han tilted his head and fell onto him, both losing their breath simultaneously.
The raging flames around them instantly extinguished.
With Nangong Mo at the center, the formations of Nine Stars, Six Yi, and Three Qi that had confined him had disappeared.
Nangong Mo's immortal energy had not been fully retracted.
He could clearly feel that the immortal energy within him seemed to have been devoured by demonic energy.
"Girl!"
He exclaimed and stepped forward.
But Gu Qianying, still holding a beating, bloody heart in her hand.
She turned her head and met Nangong Mo's gaze as he walked towards her, his eyes filled with gentle affection. Her blood-red eyes held no warmth.
"Don't come closer, this heart is mine!"
Her voice was distant and cold.
"Girl!"
Nangong Mo did not stop.
He slowed his steps, his eyes full of affection, and walked towards Gu Qianying step by step.
"Wife, it's me, I am Nangong Mo, your husband. Don't you recognize me?"
Perhaps it was Nangong Mo's familiar voice, or perhaps it was his exceptionally beautiful face that seemed somewhat familiar.
As Nangong Mo approached her, Gu Qianying did not retreat.
However... she still held the bloody heart in her palm.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat... this."
Nangong Mo hugged Gu Qianying and naturally restrained her arm as she brought the heart to her mouth.
"Wife, you can't eat this."
He did not forcefully snatch the heart from Gu Qianying's hand.
Instead, he took out a small piece of pastry wrapped in oiled paper from his person and placed it in Gu Qianying's other hand. He gently said to her, "Wife, be good, this pastry is delicious. Here, let's eat this."
"Really?"
As if not quite believing Nangong Mo's words.
Gu Qianying only smelled the pastry in her other hand.
A delicious aroma wafted into her nostrils.
Gu Qianying paused, then looked at Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo smiled at her with deep affection.
At this moment, the fetus in her womb seemed to kick her.
Her cold red eyes showed a different expression.
She dropped the heart that had turned cold in her palm.
Turning around, she chewed and swallowed the pastry Nangong Mo offered her.
Nangong Mo held her tightly.
Seeing that she had finished eating, he took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped her hands.
Both of her hands, one covered in blood and the other in oil, were wiped clean by him.
He tossed the blood-stained handkerchief aside and leaned down to kiss her lips.