As the ice tower burst, Nangong Shao, who was wrapped in a faint layer of thin ice, appeared inside, and Nangong Shao looked very depressed at this time, his lips were purple, and his face was even pale.

"Frozen by your own martial arts?"

Yue Mochen was puzzled by Nangong Shao's condition, but when his gaze glanced to the ground, Yue Mochen finally understood why Nangong Shao had become like this.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of ice powder, and on top of the pure white ice powder, there was a silver needle that wanted to turn black in silver!

Looking at Nangong Shao, Yue Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of understanding, this Nangong Shao released the ice wall and it was indeed to block his sight, but his purpose was not to release the ice blade storm, but to hide the poison needle in the ice blade storm!

As long as Yue Mochen carries a random ice blade, then the poisonous needle wrapped in the ice blade will cause Yue Mochen to die.

But what he didn't expect was that Yue Mochen actually directly let the ice blade storm crash together, and the ice blade that lost control immediately bombarded Nangong Shao in the center of the storm!

As a martial artist with ice attribute aura, these ice blades from his own hands did not have much lethality, but the poison needles in the ice blades were smeared with poison that even he had no antidote!

So, tragedy happened, Nangong Shao was injured under his poisonous needle, and his wolf appearance was not frostbitten, but poisoned.

Yue Mochen, who had figured out the ins and outs, was almost shocked into a cold sweat, and while secretly glad that he didn't carry it directly, he looked at Nangong Shao with a cold gaze.

However, Nangong Shao was no longer able to react to Yue Mochen's expression, and he tried his best to resist the diffuse toxins in his body.

But alas, this toxin is too powerful, even if he tries his best, he still can't resist the invasion of the toxin, starting from the back of his hand, his skin shows black-brown magic lines, and then it spreads to his body, arms, neck, ......

After a while, even his face was covered with black-brown magic patterns, looking terrifying and gloomy, with a violent tremor, Nangong Shao spit out a mouthful of black blood, and after glancing at Yue Mochen weakly, his eyes rolled and he died.

Immediately, the corpse began to melt, like metal in a hot furnace, turning into corpse water.

Seeing this, Yue Mochen sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, the indifference and coldness in his dark eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by the vitality and vigor that a teenager should have.

Yue Mochen turned his head, looked at the people in the Nangong family, and said with a light smile: "Then everyone, does anyone else have any opinions?"

"Only respect the master's order!" Nangong Wei knelt down on one knee and was the first to speak.

When the clansmen of the Nangong family saw it, they looked at Nangong Shao's non-humanoid corpse with palpitations, and they also expressed their attitudes, and those offerings needless to say, they didn't even think about it, they knelt more simply than anyone else, they were just worshipping, and they didn't have the same strong feelings for the Nangong family as the Nangong clansmen, no matter who the Nangong family was in power, they could only passively accept it.

"Your name is Nangong Wei?"

Yue Mochen paced towards Nangong Wei and looked at each other condescendingly.

"Yes master!"

Nangong Wei replied respectfully, burying his head in the bottom, and no one could see his current expression.

"In the future, call me Young Master, there is nothing big for you to do for the time being, what you need to do is to build the Eternal Night Pavilion into the biggest force in Wind City, there is no one, do you understand?"

"It's the young master!"

Nangong Wei's answer was very crisp, Yue Mochen nodded with satisfaction, and at this time, Wanyan Yaoliang hurriedly walked towards Yue Mochen as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Young master, go and save Brother Yong!"

"What's going on?" Yue Mochen was startled, he heard panic and eagerness in Wan Yan Yaoliang's tone.

Wanyan Yaoliang hurriedly told Liu Dayong and the others about going to pick up the goods, and roughly told Yue Mochen about the current situation of the Eternal Night Pavilion.

After listening to Yan Yaoliang's narration with a solemn expression, Yue Mochen immediately lifted Nangong Wei, who was still kneeling on the ground, and pulled the latter's collar and said, "If something happens to my brother tonight, I want everyone related to this matter to be buried together!"

"Young master, please calm your anger, I will organize people to rescue now!"

Nangong Wei replied tremblingly, and after receiving Yue Mochen's nod and instruction, he immediately turned around and roared with a majestic face: "Nangong Fu, bring all the people above the heaven level to save people!"

"Yes!"

A middle-aged man who was more than ten years younger than Nangong immediately responded, since everyone in the family had already gathered here, it didn't take much time to gather all the people.

"Young master, the Nangong family currently has four saint-level masters and seventy-one heaven-level masters, all of them have been concentrated, and they can set off at any time!"

Nangong Wei arched his hand and said to Yue Mochen.

"Xiaoliang, lead the way!"

Yue Mochen turned over and jumped on the high-headed horse that had already been led by the domestic servant, this kind of horse is called Yunma, it is named because of its snow-white body, it is extremely explosive, and it is faster than ordinary spirit beasts, but it is not suitable as a long-range mount.

Hearing this, Wan Yan Yaoliang didn't talk nonsense, nodded, and then turned over on a cloud horse, and said to the people behind him: "Goal, ** Dao!

As soon as the whip was raised, there was a crisp sound of "pop", Wanyan Yaoliang took the lead and galloped towards the ** avenue, followed closely by Yue Mochen and the people of the Nangong family.

The group hurried to the side, and soon came to the ** avenue, however, they did not find Liu Dayong, only saw corpses and severed limbs all over the ground.

Wanyan Yaoliang turned pale and dismounted, and walked to a relatively complete corpse: "It's our people." ”

Anxiety and anger flashed between Yue Mochen's eyebrows, and he rode his horse back and forth, finding that most of these people were people he didn't know, and he knew that these people were all newcomers from Liu Dayong and the others who had only come to the Eternal Night in Mofeng City.

Although they didn't meet at all levels, the anger in Yue Mochen's heart did not diminish at all, he knew that these people who were still alive not long ago could have drunk with them and create the future of the Eternal Night Pavilion together, however, at this time, they could only lie on the streets.

"How many people came out to pick up the goods this time?" Yue Mochen looked at the corpse on the ground with sad eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Wan Yan Yaoliang's expression was not much better, he squirmed his lips with difficulty, and said a number.

Immediately, there was a sound of Yue Mochen's fists clenched, Yue Mochen raised his head, and his red eyes flashed with a trace of icy light: "Go! Tonight, I want to wash the nine major forces in blood!"