Hidden Blade Chapter 215: Decent

The last word "dog", Ning Zhumang bites very lightly. The vertex novel was updated the fastest, but it fell into Si Bai's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt. His body shook and it was almost impossible to stand upright.

Ning Zhumang, who had a full view of all this, sighed again. For some reason, at this moment, the strong thoughts of those who wanted to avenge the deceased and wash the shame for the ancestors of the sect suddenly became conscious. Lost a lot.

"Uncle Master, you have always made a mistake." He said softly, with a soft tone.

Si Baikong looked up at him with a pale face, confusion and sadness intertwined between his brows, anger and fear converging, his expression was extremely complex and embarrassing.

"The rise and fall of the sect is like the change of dynasties and the decline of plants and trees. It is a process that must be passed by the way of heaven. This road against the sky is full of ruggedness and thorns. But the road is harder to walk. , The more passers-by have to understand why they are on the road and where is the end..."

"The inheritance of the sect is not the three resounding characters of Linglong Pavilion, or the vast scene of millions of disciples. It is the old master's writing in Jishifu, "Hanging the pot to help the world, the sword is the public!" Just remember these eight. This word, even if there is only one person in Linglong Pavilion, the inheritance has not been cut off. On the contrary, without these eight characters, there will be one million disciples in Linglong Pavilion. What's the point?"

"Uncle Master...you took Linglong Pavilion, you went the wrong way, you got lost..."

Hearing the Si blank space here, it was as if he had been drained of all his strength, and his body languished. He lowered his head and said nothing in sorrow.

And when he raised his head again, Si Baikong's eyes were already clear, but he lost the grace that the immortal should have. At this moment, he looked more like a dead old man, with a decadent expression and trembling steps. .

"I... did I do something wrong..." he muttered to himself, like asking, and like asking himself.

Ning Zhumang didn't have any more blank words from his subordinates this time. He looked at the old man in silence. He knew that he needed enough time to digest all this.

Si blank space glanced over everyone. He looked at Song Yueming, who was lying down on the ground, with a wilting breath, and looked old; he looked at the Xingtian standing quietly in place; he looked at those numbers again. Ten Dao has turned into the disciples of Linglong Pavilion with withered bones.

The brilliance in the old man's eyes dimmed, he sighed deeply, and said sadly: "It turns out that I ruined Linglong Pavilion..."

"..." Ning Zhumang glanced at Si Baikong again. This time he still did not respond. Unlike what he knew before, this time, he really didn't know how to respond to the old man. Heavy question.

But after all, he couldn't help feeling a little compassionate under the old man's begging gaze.

"The way we travel here, we still have to swallow this evil result by ourselves. Linglong Pavilion has fallen into such a field. Although Shishu has faulted, as the head teacher, Ning Mou is also to blame. Seeing the ancestors, Ning Mou and his uncle will plead guilty to the ancestors." Ning Zhumang said so.

The Si blank space who heard this was shocked again. He heard some of the determination in the words of Si blank space, so he asked very puzzled: "What is the meaning of this statement..."

Ning Zhumang didn’t seem to hear the tremolo in Si Bai’s tone. He looked straight at the opponent with a calm expression and a calm tone, saying: “The master behind this devilish energy is obviously beyond our imagination, he You can easily control the demonic energy to devour the vitality of the disciples, and thus strengthen the demonic energy. Does the uncle master think that you and I who have absorbed such a large amount of demonic energy can escape this disaster?"

"If only you and me are cultivated as your vitality, the growth of the devilish energy will only cost you and me, but the people behind it are obviously very conspiring. Linglong Pavilion has already made the first victim of this conspiracy. The devilish energy in you and me will continue to exist. Who is right, will he use this to control the minds of you and me and bring greater disasters to this great week and even the whole world?"

Guru.

Si Baikong swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The expression on his face suddenly became flustered. He said: "But... if we die, Linglong Pavilion will really be over. You see, these devilish spirits are bad. We have inherited the Linglong Pavilion’s heritage, but we can also use this power to open the mountain gate, and then...and then broadly recruit disciples...and continue the heritage..."

When Si Baikong said this, his tone trembled and his eyes drifted, obviously lacking confidence.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ning Zhumang's introverted shout.

"Uncle Master!" He shouted so violently, the expression on his face suddenly became awe-inspiring: "Linglong Pavilion has disappeared. Since the ancestor master established a sect a thousand years ago, the Linglong Pavilion has come to an end after thousands of years. But Linglong The pavilion has been standing for thousands of years, after all, it is regarded as the most famous sect in the world, even if it is going to die, it must die decently!"

"Uncle Shi! This is the last thing you can do for Linglong Pavilion now! Please let Shishu let yourself, and let Linglong Pavilion preserve the last touch of dignity!"

Si blank space shivered. He seemed to dare not look directly at Ning Zhumang's sharp gaze at this moment. After a glance, he hurriedly lowered his head. Then he said softly: "Is this...I understand..."

Ning Zhumang did not suspect him when he heard this. He took a few steps forward and came to Si blank space. He said in a deep voice: "Even though Shishu Linglong Pavilion is destroyed, there are still disciples scattered all over the world. At this point, the sect does not exist, but the inheritance is also there. If you go to Huangquan together this time, you can also look around."

Si blankly bowed his head and said nothing, but nodded slightly in order to agree.

Ning Zhumang's hand stretched forward~IndoMTL.com~ It seemed that he wanted to lift up the old man who bowed his head, but this hand just stretched out, and a cold air inside Si blank space suddenly rose up.

Ning Zhumang was startled, and before he could come back to his senses, his outstretched hand was firmly held by Si Baiyun at that time.

Si blank space lifted his head, and the dark color swayed in his eyes again.

"Uncle Master still insists on not realizing it?" Ning Zhumang asked in a deep voice, but Si blank space never meant to respond to him.

At that time, a majestic suction suddenly came from Si blank space holding his hand, and Ning Zhumang was shocked. If Si blank space drew all the devilish energy away, then I would repair it with Si blank space. In order to defeat him even if he didn't use these devilish energy.

Thinking about this, Ning Zhumang hurriedly urged the "Great Inverse Sword Classic" in his body to try to resist Si blank from swallowing the devilish energy in his body, but this idea just arose, and a dark long sword The hand of Si blank appeared, and then he lifted his sword to stab, and the black long sword pierced through the abdomen of Ning Zhumang who was caught off guard.

Under such a serious injury, Ning Zhumang's expression suddenly became in a trance, although he firmly held the sword-holding hand of Si blank space with one hand to prevent the long sword from launching the next attack, the inside of the " "The Great Sword of Rebellion" was also put into full force by him, but he was injured after all, and his cultivation was not as good as the fairyland Si blank. As the devil energy in the body was swallowed slowly and slowly, But it is still inevitable to be eaten away step by step.

Ning Zhumang, who realized this, did not show the anger or hideousness that should have appeared on his face after the initial panic passed. What appeared on his cheeks at this moment was just a touch of sadness and disappointment.

He sighed deeply, and said in a sympathetic tone: "It seems that Shishu is not willing to leave this last bit of dignity to Linglong Pavilion?"