Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 173
"What other tricks do you have, just use them one by one." Xie Yuanliao narrowed his eyes, he knew that Nie Wukun was not someone who targeted the target for no reason, and he definitely had something to rely on, so his heart immediately became full of energy.

"You'll soon know that even if Xie Yuanxing comes back to life, it won't be able to save your Xie family."

Nie Wukun laughed loudly, then he stood in the void and bowed to the seat of the Nie family ancestral hall.

"The Nie family is facing a catastrophe, please ask the ancestor to show up to save the Nie family from defeat."

Patriarch of the Nie family! ! ?

What Nie Wukun said shocked the audience, and the eyes of the onlookers around the city widened: "The Nie family has been standing for 800 years, and the most senior member of the Nie family today is Nie Wukun. He has lived for 280 years Yuan is considered to be very long, how can there be an ancestor in the Nie family?"

"Nie Wukun always calls him Patriarch, so how old is this Patriarch of the Nie family, and how old is he?"

"The key point is not here, but the cultivation base of the ancestor of the Nie family. To be able to live for such a long time is definitely not in the empty state. Could it be a life and death state tyrant who has comprehended the rhyme of life and death!?"

It can be said that Nie Wukun's words stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone was in an uproar, as if they were in a dream. The Nie family has a life-and-death figure, how is this possible?

"There is still an ancestor alive in your Nie family?" Xie Yuanliao's eyes gleamed, like thunder and lightning, his mind was shaking, and he couldn't believe it.

"Impossible, how could there be a big man in the realm of life and death in your Nie family?" Xie Changkong's expression also changed, his heart trembled, and for a moment he forgot to continue attacking Nie Chongxiao.

boom!
The blood moon above Nie Chongxiao's head descended with a blood blade, cutting the ice layer, and he broke through the ice, staring at Xie Changkong coldly: "Xie Changkong, I told you a long time ago not to be happy too early, there are all kinds of things in the world , there are variables to speak of, do you think that with the Life and Death Realm Art of Hantian Binghejue, you can help the Xie family destroy the Nie family?"

"Wrong, big mistake! Not only can my Nie family continue to survive today, but it will be even more prosperous from now on. On the other hand, your Xie family will completely fall into the abyss, wiped out from the world, and will never rise again!"

"It's been 600 years, and I've been waiting for the day when I sit down. I didn't expect that my old bones could come out to see the sun again."

An extremely old voice resounded from the Nie family ancestral hall. The voice was not loud and lukewarm, like talking to ordinary people, but the words resounded thousands of miles and echoed across the sky. Even if they were separated by thousands of mountains, they could still be heard clearly.

As the voice fell, a plainly dressed, wrinkled old man walked out from the seat of the Nie family's ancestral hall. He held a cane in his hand and was wearing a dusty coir raincoat. Like a farmer, his walking posture is quite staggering, as slow as a snail.

But what is amazing is that his seemingly slow steps have taken a thousand meters away in one step. In just a few steps, he has already stepped straight up with a cane, standing in the air!

"It looks ordinary, but it doesn't matter how deep it is. This is a state of introverted breath. It can't be fully achieved even in the air-stepping realm. It is definitely in the realm of life and death! There is really a powerful person in the Nie family alive!" Everyone's hearts trembled. .

"It's been a long time since I experienced the feeling of the sun. If there is a pot of tea at this moment, accompanied by a few brothers and sisters from back then, gathered together, talking and laughing together, what a wonderful time it would be. Unfortunately, the years are the most beautiful. Ruthless, all my peers have passed away, only this old man is left, and in this age, only a group of juniors are left."

The old man in coir raincoat looked up to the sky and sighed, his expression showing the desolation after the passage of time.

(End of this chapter)