NFBE Chapter 327 Li Jing, Death
Chapter 327 Li Jing, Death
"Do not!!"
Li Jing's eyes dimmed, his last glimmer of hope extinguished.
The general who once stood on the city wall commanding thousands of troops is now lying prostrate on the ground, his tattered brocade robe stained with blood.
His weathered, sunken face was covered in black soot, and his limbs lay limply outstretched before quickly curling up in pain.
His gaze could only see those feet, just like when he saw her back in Chentang Pass on the day Nezha cut off his bones and returned his flesh.
"evildoer!"
Li Jing threw the scarecrow aside, and as it crumbled to pieces, he said:
"Sorcery! You... used sorcery... to harm others."
Yang Jiao slowly walked up to him, squatted down lightly, and looked at him with admiration in her eyes.
Blood stained the desolate earth, and a small snake snaked out from beneath Li Jing.
"But this sorcery was obtained by you."
When Li Jing cursed Zhao Gongming, he never considered that it was sorcery.
He was so looking forward to it.
He burns incense and bathes every day, and bows three times a day without fail.
Even if he had neglected his duties even once, things wouldn't be the way they are now, would they?
Why did he shout that it was sorcery when it fell on him?
Seeing him like this, Yang Jiao couldn't help but smile.
"It's a pity that Nezha didn't see you like this."
"Forget it, it's better that he can't see it, so as not to offend Nezha's eyes."
At that moment, the name Nezha resounded in Li Jing's ears.
The pain in his meridians seemed to intensify; that was also his son… yet his extraordinary talent and exceptional abilities filled him with dread.
Is this really Li Jing's son?
His greater unease stemmed from the extraordinary celestial phenomena that occurred when Nezha was born, with immortals appearing at his residence. He was uneasy that such a child was beyond his control and would surpass his abilities. He was also a cultivator, yet his master, the True Man of Du'e, told him that he would not achieve great things in his life and that he should use his abilities to enjoy worldly riches. However, the birth of his son alarmed one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Jade Void Palace, who personally came to take him as a disciple.
Li Jing was unwilling to accept this.
As Nezha's abilities grew, his jealousy deepened.
If it were before, would he have been kinder to Nezha?
Would things be different today if we didn't?
But before Li Jing could repent, he was overwhelmed by the greed and anger in his heart.
"Do not……"
He suddenly stared wide-eyed, his neck stretched out in pain, veins bulging, making him look extremely ferocious.
My jaw started to tremble from the tension, and if you got closer, you could hear the sound of my teeth clattering together, click-clack-click, click-clack-click.
He is afraid of death.
Li Jing was extremely afraid of death.
Even after seeing the name on the scarecrow, he still clung to the hope that the Taoist priest Ran Deng would come to save him.
But the knife-like pain in his body reminded him that he could not escape death.
Li Jing let out a wail, forcing himself to roll over and lie on his back on the withered grass. Looking at the sun in the sky, he slowly raised one hand. His thin arm could not support the wide sleeves of his robe, revealing his hand underneath.
Visibly cracked lines appeared on the bluish-purple skin, and then the wounds crisscrossed, with pieces of flesh falling off the arm along the cracks.
pat.
The flesh and skin slammed to the ground.
then.
Pat, pat, pat...
The raised hand was nothing but a bloody skeleton.
"Ah! Ahh..."
Li Jing screamed in terror.
Not only the pain, but this scene also reminded him of how Nezha had cut off his own flesh piece by piece.
immediately,
Li Jing's internal organs were like swollen balloons, rapidly expanding inside his body.
"Help...help me..."
His bare bone stretched out towards Yang Jiao, filled with a desperate desire to survive.
Yang Jiao took a step back.
He tilted his head to look at Li Jing.
Laugh without saying a word.
Mosquito Taoist stood in front of Yang Jiao, one hand across her chest, wary of Li Jing's suddenly bulging belly exploding and dropping dirty things.
At this moment, Li Jing truly realized that he was about to die, and in such an extremely tragic way.
He crawled in terror in the direction Yang Jiao had retreated.
With each step he took, pieces of flesh would be pulled out from his sleeves and under his robes.
Mixed with that blood, it spread all the way.
In despair, he stretched out his skeletal arm, raising it high into the distance:
“I am… Nezha’s… father…”
"You can't... just stand by and watch someone die..."
The words were spoken.
Li Jing's face broke.
It's like a piece of rotten, withered bark that crumbles into pieces when the wind blows.
The skull still had crisscrossing veins throbbing, and he screamed...
"I can not be reconciled!"
Subsequently,
Bang!
A loud bang.
Along with the remaining organs, it exploded into a bloody mist of falling body parts.
A vibrant red flower blooms on the desolate yellow earth.
With a wave of his sleeve, the blood mist that had been rushing toward Yang Jiao vanished completely.
Apart from the sticky, rusty smell in the air, it seemed that no one knew what Li Jing looked like before his death.
The soul-guiding banner in Yang Jiao's hand moved.
【Ding. 】
[Congratulations, host, for summoning Li Jing's soul and obtaining 1 card draw token.]
Yang Jiao stood still for a long time until she heard the sounds of the Xiqi army returning, then she took a step forward.
But at this step, my legs suddenly felt weak.
It wasn't that she was frightened by Li Jing's explosion, but rather that the scene of being frozen in place by Nezha and watching him die reappeared before her eyes.
"What's wrong? Are you disgusted?"
Mosquito Taoist hurriedly helped Yang Jiao up, and with a wave of his hand, he pulverized the fragments of the corpse, sending them completely underground and disappearing without a trace.
Zhou Jun returned.
Before the group even entered the camp, they saw Yang Jiao standing at the very front.
Then...
Jiang Ziya's four-legged hooves landed where Li Jing had exploded, and countless feet stepped on them. They seemed not to feel anything, but with each step forward, faint red marks were left that stretched far and wide.
At this time, Jinzha and Muzha had taken the pills given to them by their respective masters, and their meridians were reshaped. Although they needed to recuperate for the time being, they were already able to move around.
They ran quickly to the altar, searching everywhere for their father.
"The ceremony is complete, where is Dad?"
With each question Jinzha asked, he took a step forward.
Mu Zha also stepped over, only to find that the yellow earth he usually encountered was not as soft as it was today, and a chill ran through him.
However, because of Yang Jiao's identity, they dared not question her.
But Li Jing, such a grown man, suddenly disappeared!
The two brothers hurriedly looked around.
Yang Jian slowly strolled over.
"Sister, Nezha is missing."
After saying this, Yang Jiao paused slightly, then slowly relaxed.
The Taoist Ran Deng lowered his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and his expression suddenly changed drastically. He muttered to himself:
How could Li Jing's fate have taken such a turn?
But when he continued his calculations, he was blocked by an even more terrifying law.
"What is it? Even I couldn't have predicted it..."
The chess piece that the Taoist Ran Deng placed vanished in an instant. He left with his hands behind his back, his heart unsettled.
Those who can change the variables of the Investiture of the Gods...
The mountain peaks in the distance.
The wind passed silently, and a wisp of red silk fluttered in the breeze, like flowing flames encircling the seated person...
After a long while, a soft sneer rang out:
"Tch, he got off easy."