Hidden Blade Chapter 210: The fate of the world
Xing Tianjian's scarlet sword began to tremble.
For a while, it seemed as if a giant beast that swallowed the sky and the earth emerged from the body of the sword. It looked up to the sky and howled, seeming to be excited by the sacrifices that urged it, and the sky full of blood and light, which gave birth to the blankness of the division. The monstrous demonic energy is swallowed up like a ruin.
At that time, a strange color finally appeared on Si Bailan's stern face.
He doesn't like this situation.
He was clearly for the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion, and he clearly took the sect to a step further, allowing Linglong Pavilion, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to reach a level that has never been seen before in the state religion.
But why do these people have to fight him? One life is not enough, and if they die, they have to fight with him when they become sword spirits.
This is a very unreasonable thing.
The anger filled Si Bai's chest at that time, and there was a strong suffocation on his calm eyebrows.
But this kind of anger didn't make too many changes to Occupy at this moment, the blood light finally broke through the black air in the sky, and reached the front door of Si blank space. Under the impact of the blood and light, the immortal uttered a muffled groan, and flew upside down. He rolled down the long steps, and landed straight under the dragon platform. Those who looked at this. In front of hundreds of civil and military officials in this situation.
His clean white robe became ragged in such a fall, and a silver thread that had been carefully taken care of was also hung indiscriminately at that time. At this moment, his whole person looks no longer the least popular. On the contrary, it was embarrassing.
But Song Yueming, regardless of Zhong Changhen, who has already turned into a sword spirit, obviously does not intend to let him go at this time.
I saw that Zhong Changhen, whose body had been blurred to a little ambiguity, poured into Song Yueming's body at that time, and the two figures overlapped, and once again held the Xingtian Sword and slew towards Si Baikong.
Si Bai's face was cold when he felt that the self-executing Heaven Sword was overflowing with majestic murderous intent, he turned his eyes to look behind him, and said loudly, "Stop them!"
The hundreds of civil and military officials headed by Mr. Deer wished that Si Baiwang would die here. There was no reason to take action. They watched their noses and heartily and retreated a few steps, and the Nagayas who had always been close to him actually I don't know who got the advice, and he doesn't care about Si blank space's situation at the moment.
Of course, Si Baikong wanted to understand it, but what made him wonder was that dozens of disciples of the sect who came here with him were also hesitating at that time, the look of fear in his eyes It is even more difficult to cover up.
"Stop them! If I die, Linglong Pavilion will be over, and you can only be the bereaved dogs!" He shouted angrily.
But such an angry rebuke was just that the disciples bowed their heads and stepped back a few steps again.
"Trash! You are all trash!" Si blank expression became a little distorted because of the anger, and he roared loudly, like the jackal on the end of the road.
Song Yueming has killed him, his body leaped up, and red sword spirits flashed all over his body. Song Yueming and Zhong Changhen appeared alternately on his face, while the Xingtian sword lit up. Unprecedented sword light, the sky full of blood covered all the colors, wrapped in boundless power and their boundless anger, surging down.
Death.
Finally came to Si blank space clearly.
Probably because of this emotion, Si blank space roared: "Why!"
He still doesn't understand, he still doesn't understand why they would rather give up their lives to stop him! Why is he clearly right, but no one wants to be on his side.
His doubts, his unwillingness, did not get a reply from Song Yueming or Zhong Changhen.
Xing Tianjian finally landed on his eyebrows, and an imperceptible but real bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows. The next moment, monstrous blood will flow into his body along the wound. Tear him completely to pieces from the inside out.
For the imminent death, in fact, Si Baikong didn't have much fear in his heart.
His brother, who was also Zhong Changhen’s master, entered the magic way. Among the sect, the immortals who were his peers, a generation or even several generations older than him, came out, just to stop the madness. The extremely mang sword immortal, the fairy fell, the blood fell like rain, even thirty years later, Si Baixiang recalled that he still felt like the scene of yesterday's daylight, vividly remembered.
As the youngest disciple, he was left behind.
His brother said: "After all, someone has to take Linglongge's disciples and grandchildren to continue to live."
His master said: "Thousands of years of inheritance, you will have a lifetime, your road is more difficult than ours."
So from that day on, Si Baikong engraved the four words of Zongmen Inheritance in his heart. He did everything carefully, saying every word like walking on thin ice, every day and every moment he was alive, It is for these four words.
He was even ready to die for the sect one day, and at this point he thought he would not be less determined than anyone else.
And the more he works hard to maintain Linglong Pavilion, he will do very well and do his best.
He is burdened with the instructions of the seniors and the trust of the seniors. They were all looking at him, so he didn't dare to slack off for a moment. But the more so, the more puzzled and confused he is at this moment.
He can't get the answer, and death is hard to watch.
Maybe it's sincere, gold and stone are open, or there is God's will in the dark.
Just as the turbulent blood was about to pour into his eyebrows, a low voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Because of stupidity."
The voice said so, with a sigh of pity, and a vicissitudes of life spanning thousands of years.
Si Baikong's heart was shaken, he suddenly realized that everything around him suddenly stopped, whether it was the anger and determination on Song Yueming's face or the turbulent **** light at this time, he was unimaginably powerful. Imprisoned by the power of, stayed at that moment.
"Who are you?" Si blank space exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can solve all doubts for you." The voice said again, with a strange rhythm in the low tone, and could not tell how profound it is. , But faintly seems to fit the heaven and earth.
"Doubt? What are you talking about?" Si blank space frowned. He found that it was not just Song Yueming and others who were imprisoned. He also couldn't move half of his body under such power, but at different times, He was able to talk to that mighty existence through his own thinking.
"All." The voice replied, just two words, but with the arrogance of looking at the world.
After talking about these two words, the voice suddenly paused. The next moment, the tone of his mouth became gentle: "What's wrong with you? Fools are always stubborn and don't know how to work. What is the use of such a disciple?"
"Look at those who are stubborn and foolish, and then at those who are afraid of their heads and tails, how can they bear the burden of sect inheritance?"
"Only you, only you can carry on the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion with the entrustment of your ancestors."
"What is the use of the disciple? You are Linglong Pavilion, and you will never break the inheritance if you live in Linglong Pavilion!"
The tone of the voice suddenly became weird, and it seemed to contain a strange magic power, which made people feel turbulent and couldn't help themselves.
Si Baikong's eyes suddenly filled with a dark color, but it disappeared in an instant.
"But..." He seemed to say hesitantly, but only when he spoke, he was interrupted by the voice in his mind.
"Do you know the truth about this world?" the voice asked again.
"What?" Si blank space was stunned.
As I asked, the scene in front of him suddenly began to change, his pupils suddenly enlarged, and the brilliance in them flickered.
There are new life, the rise and fall of vegetation, the rise and fall of immortals, the cocoon of the great demon, the twinkling of stars, the collapse of the world in a flash, the backflow of rivers, and the destruction of life.
At the end, a **** and demon bathed in black aura suddenly appeared. He screamed up to the sky, and the monstrous demon aura swept across the world, covering the entire world, and finally rushed out of this world, poured into the starry sky of the ten thousand domains, and then together. Dao stars were annihilated, one world collapsed, everything fell into dead silence, and only the demon **** stood proudly between the heaven and the earth.
After these circumstances evolved, the scene in front of Si Baikong changed again and returned to reality.
The voice sounded again: "This is the future, this is fate."
"Everything you care about will usher in annihilation~IndoMTL.com~Only if you live, can you bring Linglong Pavilion to reshape the inheritance in the new reincarnation of the starry sky."
"This is your destiny, only you can do it."
"So since they are destined to usher in annihilation, why not let them do something to raise and protect their sect?"
As soon as the sound fell, the blank body suddenly shook, and the darkness filled his eyes again.
The dark color flowed down his brows, drew strange black lines on his old face, and then fell on his white robe along his face. The snow-white robe suddenly became like rice paper dripped with ink, and the dark color spread, and soon his white robe turned into an extremely dark gown.
Si blank space stood up at that time.
He opened his hands and said in a dreamlike speech: "It's time for you to serve the sect."
The words that were as light as a whisper, but with a will that cannot be violated, sounded in the ears of every disciple of Linglong Pavilion who had practiced the "Defense Sword Classic" everywhere.
So his body began to become shriveled, like air sacs that had been inhaled, black auras gushing out of them, turning into light and shadows from all directions, condensed into condensed magical energy, and that Amidst the surging breath, there was a roar of pain and anger mixed together, and a group of human figures appeared in the black gas, but they were instantly annihilated. And in the end, they all poured into Si blank space without exception.
At that time, the aura of the immortal body suddenly reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the murdered Song Yueming, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, the stagnant time flows again...