Chapter 139 Female Big Buzhong Stays

Linglong Pavilion is finished.

Such thoughts appeared not only in the minds of the elders and deacons, but also in the hearts of the major powers who were secretly watching the situation of the Exquisite Pavilion.

As they spoke in their hearts, they withdrew their gazes from afar.

Sikong Bai, who was already seriously injured, had no reason to survive the next bombardment of Heavenly Thunder. With the death of Sikong Bai, perhaps the Linglong Pavilion could still survive for a while under Zhong Changhen's support. However, Sikong Bai's action of accepting Ye Hongjian earlier had undoubtedly stirred Zhu Xian's sensitive nerves.

After Sikong Bai died, the Linglong Pavilion would definitely not be able to endure for too long under the corrosion of the Long Night Pavilion.

It was only a matter of time before he died.

The Linglong Pavilion, which had stood for thousands of years in the Great Zhou Empire, had come to an end. This was naturally something that was worth sighing about.

However, the owners of those gazes did not have the slightest intention of lamenting its demise. They had already begun to plan how to deal with the series of problems brought about by the fall of the Exquisite Pavilion.

From now on, the Linglong Pavilion was destined to be only a handful of records on those yellow pages.

Whether it was true or not depended on the mood of the winner.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

Sikong Bai lost the bet, and the Linglong Pavilion was his burial.

Willing to admit defeat, the game between the rulers had always been so cruel and bloody.

…

The sixth bolt of heavenly lightning struck down.

Sikong Bai's head hung down at that moment.

Did you lose?

When he asked himself this, the answer was undoubtedly yes.

He was a little confused.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the side of his ear.

He turned his head to look below him in a daze.

There, Linglong's disciples retreated down the mountain like the tide. Their faces were filled with fear and anxiety.

What are you doing?

Sikong Bai asked. His voice was dry, like the sound of a dead tree being crushed. It was extremely unpleasant to hear.

But he didn't get a response.

They were still running, as if trying to escape something that frightened them endlessly.

Why?

Sikong Bai 's heart became more and more puzzled as he asked again.

However, his pale voice was drowned in the crowd, and he still did not receive a response.

His gaze swept across everyone's faces, and at that moment, he suddenly realized something.

They're afraid of him. Or perhaps it could be said that he was afraid of the thunder he had summoned.

It was indeed a bolt of lightning that could destroy the entire Chongju Peak, but it was for the sake of the Exquisite Pavilion and for the sake of the disciples who were fleeing in a hurry in front of him.

How… How could they do this to him!

How could they treat him like a wild beast!

Sikong Bai was very confused. This kind of confusion quickly turned into anger, and anger instantly turned into helplessness.

In the end, he was unable to resist the rolling thunder.

"What? Don't you want to try again?"

At this moment, an old and benevolent voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Who is it!" At that moment, Sikong Bai, who had already lost his mind, felt his heart tremble. He looked around and discovered that there was no trace of anyone else except him and the thunder above his head.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to fight against the Heavens on my behalf? Are you going to give up now?"

The voice in his mind asked again.

Hearing this, Sikong Bai 's expression instantly changed.

"Are you a Supreme True Man?"

"Do you want to try again?" The voice in his mind did not answer Sikong Bai's question. Instead, he asked again at that time. There was actually a hint of bewitchment in his voice.

"Try?" Sikong Bai smiled miserably. "Look at the disciples of my Exquisite Pavilion. They are so unbearable. So what if I become an Earth Immortal? The Exquisite Pavilion is finished."

"They? But the birds in the cage, You are different. As long as you survive this heavenly tribulation, you will be an earthly deity. You will have a lifespan of a hundred to a thousand years. You have plenty of time to find disciples who can inherit the mantle of the Linglong Pavilion, and they are just weapons in your hands. If you don't listen, then use them. "The old voice suddenly became cold at that time." Then it will be them. "

Sikong Bai 's mind rumbled at that time, and he suddenly felt as if he was enlightened.

"That's right. As long as I survive the heavenly tribulation, I will have enough time to change the Exquisite Pavilion …" The gloomy expression in his eyes suddenly brightened. But very quickly, he lowered his hands powerlessly, "But, I can't resist this day…"

"I promised you I would help you." '"My lifespan is coming to an end. This is the only thing I can do to help you…" Supreme True Man 's voice rang out once again.

"But …" Hearing this, Sikong Bai 's heart sank. Daoist Supreme had lost the sixth Heavenly Tribulation. He no longer had much lifespan left. A few days ago, he had wasted a lot of lifespan on obtaining divination for him. If he was resisting the Heavenly Tribulation now, then Daoist Supreme's lifespan would probably end. He wasn't sure what this kind of exchange meant to Daoist Supreme.

"Don't act like a daughter. My death is already doomed. As long as you remember what I did today and bring you to Earth Immortal Stage, don't forget to kill the unconscious king for me and save the common people from the fire and water. My death is worth it!" As Sikong Bai hesitated, Supreme True Man's voice sounded again. Compared to before, his voice was a little more anxious and urgent.

Sikong Bai was not an indecisive person, how could he let go of the Exquisite Pavilion?

Hence, after hearing this, the elders of the last generation of the Exquisite Pavilion's ancestors made up their minds and made up their minds.

"I will not disappoint Senior." He said solemnly.

With this sound, a boundless power suddenly surged out from his internal organs. At that moment, his body, which had already reached the end of its path, shone with even more powerful power than before.

"Eh!" Those major powers who had already withdrawn their gazes also felt Si Black's peculiar appearance at that time. They had no choice but to cast their gaze back at him again, but at this moment, Si Black's state caused everyone's hearts to tremble greatly.

The old man, who was covered in blood, straightened his stooped body again. A boundless power surged out of his body like a tide. He raised his head, and blood glowed brightly in his eyes. At that moment, a huge red phantom appeared behind him. It was something that no one had ever seen before.

He grinned, a pair of high horns growing above his head, and a pair of enormous bone wings protruding from his back. He was open and arrogant, like a devil god. At this moment, he roared angrily at the heavenly lightning that shook the heavens and the earth.

The boundless power and rage spread wildly around the face.

Everyone present felt their hearts tremble, and even their escape paused at that moment.

At that moment, the thunder finally landed on Sikong Bai's body. The wings of the giant phantom behind him suddenly stretched out and wrapped around Sikong Bai's body.

The incomparably powerful Heavenly Lightning landed on the bone wing formed by the phantom, and it was like mud bulls entering the sea, causing no waves. In the blink of an eye, it was absorbed by the bone wing, let alone causing even the slightest bit of damage.

After the last bolt of lightning descended, the tribulation clouds in the sky began to gradually disperse.

The terrifying scene that had just destroyed the heavens and the earth instantly disappeared like a phantom. At that time, the phantom of the Demon God also retracted its wings, revealing Sikong Bai's unharmed body beneath it.

After completing his mission, the Demon God's figure gradually faded away, and the power of the heavens and earth to nurture him surged towards Sikong Bai like a tidal wave at that time.

At that time, the old man opened his four limbs. His face was silent, and the wounds on his body were quickly repaired at a visible rate. At this moment, an imposing aura that belonged only to an immortal began to condense within his body. He embraced this world, as well as the immortal realm that was about to arrive.

Sikong Bai succeeded.

Whether it was the disciples who had fled just now or the major powers who had cast their gazes over again, they were all shocked by this result.

They couldn't even figure out how Sikong did it…

However, for the disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion, Sikong Bai's success was a great thing. After a slight surprise, they began to cheer.

Linglong Pavilion is saved!

With Immortal Sikong in charge and Zhong Changhen's battle prowess comparable to the Earthly Immortal Realm, Linglong Pavilion's position in the Great Zhou Empire was as stable as Mount Tai.

In the crowd, Zhong Changhen and Ning Zhumang exchanged glances.

What was that Demon God? They could not say it was true, but with their realms, they could feel that it was not something created by Sikong Bai's power. Instead, it was more like a projection of some extremely powerful existences.

Whether such a thing was good or bad for Linglong Pavilion…

They were hard to say.

…

Guang Lingui, who was eating the freshly roasted pork hooves, suddenly stood up from the bench in front of the house.

The bench lost its center of gravity, and Liu Dingdang, who was sitting at the other end, naturally fell to the ground.

"Little monk! What are you doing!" Liu Dingdang, whose hands were covered in pork dust, stood up in a sorry state and pointed at Guang Lingui as he roared.

Guang Lingui's name was too strange for Liu Dingdang, so she still liked to address this youth the same size as her as a small monk.

Guang Lingui turned a deaf ear to Liu Dingdang's questioning. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. At that time, his eyebrows almost squeezed into a ball on his small face.

"The great demon appeared." He murmured, "I have to temper them."

"What?" Liu Dingdang blinked his eyes and looked at the monk in front of him in confusion. He always liked to say things that she didn't understand. She thought he was very strange, but also very special.

"I got to go." Guang Lingui had tried to explain this to Liu Dingdang more than once, but it was clear that the other party did not take what he said seriously. As time passed, Guang Lingui lost the interest to explain it in detail.

"Where to?" Liu Dingdang was stunned. She couldn't understand why Guang Lingui wanted to leave. Wouldn't it be good to stay in Niutou Village?

"Linglong Pavilion." Guang Lingui replied.

"Where again?" Liu Dingdang had naturally heard of the Linglong Pavilion. It was the first sect of Great Zhou. Of course, what was the so-called first sect? In Liu Dingdang's heart, there was no specific concept. She only knew that it was a very, very powerful place.

The little monk seemed to have been injured there.

He told the story to many people, but none of the villagers believed him.

But Liu Dingdang believed him.

"Didn't you say that there were very powerful people there? You couldn't beat them last time, could you just do it this time?" Liu Dingdang tilted his head and asked doubtfully.

When Guang Lingui heard this, he was stunned.

His injuries were far from healed, and the strength around him was practically incapable of being used. The current him was actually no different from a child of twelve or thirteen years old. It was as if there was nothing he could do when he went. However, the great demon had already appeared … If he let it go, he would feel uneasy in his heart. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.

Liu Dingdang said, "How about this, you cultivate well. When your injuries are healed, I… I will accompany you when I grow up…" Her voice grew smaller and her face turned slightly red as she reached the back. As if to conceal something, she added in the end. "One more person, one more share of power. I treat you as my friend, that's why I'm like this."

Guang Lingui thought for a moment and felt that Liu Dingdang's words were reasonable. At least the first half was pleasant to hear.

So he nodded at that time and said in a deep voice, "That's good."

Hearing this, Liu Dingdang's expression became even more shy. She lowered her head, almost drooping her head to her chest. At that time, she handed over the dusty pork that had fallen earlier. She whispered, "Then you… eat more… get better… so you can talk to daddy about this…"

Guang Lingui was somewhat surprised by Liu Dingdang's sudden change of attitude, and he didn't understand what this had to do with Liu Zhuang.

He only looked at Liu Dingdang's crimson cheeks doubtfully and thought to himself, "Is Dingdang sick?" Why is his face so red?

Not far away, Liu Zhuang, who was originally excited to bring a hare back, walked under the eaves and saw the two people with ambiguous expressions. The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then shook his head.

He slowly closed the door that he had opened and carefully retreated. While he muttered to himself.

"Female is not suitable for staying."

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