Offering my divine power to break my karma

Just when Luo Qingya was shocked by the size of the melon she guessed, the owner of the melon not far away spoke.

Nan Tingxiao looked at Master Fu Yue opposite him with a look of deep sorrow, and said in anger and with a hint of disbelief:

"Uncle, how could you collude with the evil cultivators? Are you doing this to my father and grandfather?"

"Uncle, I don't know what your reasons are, but the people of Nanhai City are innocent. How could you collude with the demon cultivators to harm my father for your own selfish interests and ignore the people of the entire city?"

"Master Nan, there is nothing much to say. It is a fact that Young Master Fu Yue is colluding with the demon cultivators. We should arrest them first to prevent this cunning demon cultivator from escaping."

A cultivator who was only interested in eliminating demons and defending the Way was impatient to listen to Nan Tingxiao's nagging, and just urged them to quickly capture these demon cultivators.

Once all the evil cultivators are captured and it is confirmed that they cannot escape, Young Master Nan can nag his second uncle as long as he wants.

If I continue to talk about the current situation, I am afraid that things will change. If the demon cultivators here run away, it will harm the ordinary people and the cultivators with low cultivation.

The other monks also thought that what this man said made sense. If they wanted to argue about anything, they could just wait until they were all caught and then discuss it slowly.

Nan Tingxiao, who wanted to put on another show, felt a little embarrassed, but when he thought that Nan Yue and those evil cultivators who knew his secret would soon be captured and killed by the righteous cultivators, he reluctantly suppressed his unhappiness.

Don't worry, it's the last step. Once all those who know my secret are dead, I can sit back and relax and inherit the position of city lord.

"In that case, let's attack together, capture the evil cultivator, and show the power of our righteous path."

Nan Tingxiao suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and spoke righteously.

Everyone standing behind Nan Tingxiao agreed, picked up the magic weapons in their hands and followed Nan Tingxiao, rushing towards Master Fu Yue and others on the opposite side.

From beginning to end, Young Master Fu Yue and the few demon cultivators on the opposite side had numb expressions on their faces and did not utter a single word.

They didn't even move until Nan Tingxiao and others attacked them, then they made a move.

Seeing everyone starting to fight, Luo Qingya and the handsome men from the Beast Taming Sect also rushed forward to deal with the evil cultivators together.

No matter what Young Master Nan’s identity is, it is not as important as catching the evil cultivator first.

The beautiful phoenix eyes swept between Nan Ting Xiao and Young Master Fu Yue.

Young Master Fu Yue has reached the late Nascent Soul stage, while Nan Ting Xiao has only reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

Logically speaking, Nan Ting Xiao is definitely not a match for Young Master Fu Yue, but the two who are fighting are evenly matched, and there is even a hint that Nan Ting Xiao has the upper hand over Young Master Fu Yue.

After taking another glance at Nan Tingxiao's face, which was somewhat similar to that of Feng Nation's national teacher, Mo Xiu Mulie, Ling summoned out the Aoxue Spear and directly joined the battle between Nan Tingxiao and Young Master Fu Yue.

Nan Ting Xiao, who was pretending to fight with Young Master Fu Yue, was preparing to control Young Master Fu Yue's body so that he could successfully chop off the head of his good second uncle in front of all the righteous monks, in order to establish his own authority.

As a result, as soon as he moved his fingers, a spear flashing with cold light and carrying a strong murderous aura came straight towards his face.

Nan Ting Xiao was shocked and immediately stepped back to avoid the shot.

Standing firmly, Nan Tingxiao looked up angrily, wanting to see who was ruining his plans.

Raising his eyes and meeting Ling's gaze, Nan Tingxiao was so stunned by Ling's face that he was in a trance for a moment, then frowned.

"Why did this fellow Taoist stop me from killing the demon cultivator? Could it be that he is colluding with the demon cultivator?"

Nan Tingxiao asked sternly. At the same time, the fingers behind his back moved.

The cultivator who was fighting with the demon cultivators looked at them in confusion. They were fighting desperately with him in the last second, but in the next second, as if they had received some order, they retreated behind Master Fu Yue despite their injuries.

Although the monks were confused, they also tacitly retreated to Nan Tingxiao's side, and then everyone heard Nan Tingxiao questioning again in a stern voice:

"My fellow Taoist, are you really colluding with the demon cultivators?"

Who is it? Who is colluding with the demon cultivators?

Everyone looked in the direction Nan Tingxiao was looking in confusion.

The next moment, everyone was in a trance, their eyes filled with amazement.

I am the Wuliang Tianzun, I seem to have seen the goddess.

But why is this goddess neutral?

After being amazed, they saw that this Taoist friend who looked like a goddess was still standing in the middle and had not joined their righteous team.

The amazement in everyone's eyes gradually faded, and their faces became more serious.

Although the beauty is beautiful, if she stands on the side of the evil cultivator, she will be killed no matter how beautiful she is.

Zero simply thought that it would be easier to handle things if he stood in the middle: "..."

"Friend Murong, what are you doing?"

A monk who knew Zero was the first to ask.

Shen Fengchen, Luo Qingya and other acquaintances also looked at Ling with worry in their eyes.

When Nan Tingxiao heard someone calling the beautiful female cultivator opposite him "Murong", a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that the female cultivator in front of him was Murong Ling, the Qingyun Sect's third disciple who had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 20, and the master Qingyu?

When Nan Tingxiao looked at Ling, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

However, at this time everyone's eyes were on Ling, and no one noticed the malice in Nan Tingxiao's eyes.

"Could it be that this fellow Daoist is the third disciple of the Qingyun Sect's Qingyu Venerable, the Murong Ling who achieved the great perfection of the Nascent Soul at the age of 20, Fellow Daoist Murong?"

Nanting Xiao asked knowingly.

Ling has no patience for anyone whose face looks 70% similar to Mu Lie.

What's more, the malice in the other party's eyes did not escape Zero's eyes.

Therefore, before Nan Tingxiao could speak again and put the big hat of colluding with the demon cultivators on himself, Ling spoke first, and said in a playful tone:

"Master Nan, you look about 70% similar to an old friend of mine."

As soon as Ling said this, Nan Tingxiao's eyes darkened and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

The others looked completely confused.

What? Aren't they busy catching demon cultivators now? Why did they bring up Daoist Fellow Murong's old friend?

Moreover, judging from the look on Fellow Daoist Murong's face, there seems to be something fishy here.

However, Young Master Nan looks about 70% similar to an old friend of Fellow Daoist Murong. Could that old friend be the Lord of Nanhai City, or the Lord’s wife who died young?

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at Nan Tingxiao's face...

Uh, wait!

Everyone's eyes suddenly became a little strange.

This Young Master Nan does bear some resemblance to the city lord's wife who died young, but he has nothing in common with the handsome city lord.

Not only does he have no resemblance to the city lord, he also has no resemblance to the old city lord, Young Master Fu Yue, or the old city lord's wife.

This was the first time she noticed the difference between Young Master Nan and the Lord of Nanhai City in appearance. Now she heard from Daoist Fellow Murong that Young Master Nan looked about 70% similar to an old friend of hers...

Hiss, I suddenly feel a little excited. What’s going on, Fatty?

Suddenly the scene became very quiet. No one spoke and everyone just kept looking between Ling and Nan Ting Xiao.

Even the cultivator who was devoted to eliminating demons and defending the Way did not urge the capture of the demon cultivators quickly. He just stared at the demon cultivators opposite him to prevent them from escaping.

They are numerous and powerful, so they can catch the evil cultivators at any time, but gossip is not always available.

Take your time, take your time.

So, was that old friend a man or a woman?

"I wonder who is that old friend of Fellow Daoist Murong?"

Just when everyone was hesitant to speak, a gentle female voice asked what everyone was thinking.

Call ~

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally asked the question and I feel relieved.