Chapter 551 Decent

Ning Zhumang gritted the last word "dog" very lightly. But when it fell into Sikong Bai's ears, it was like thunder. His body trembled, and it was almost impossible for him to stand up straight.

Ning Zhumang, who had seen all of this, sighed again. For some reason, those intense thoughts of avenging his old friend and cleansing the shame of the sect's ancestors had suddenly become much more complacent.

"Martial Uncle, you've always made a mistake." He said softly, his tone gentle.

Sikong Bai 's face turned pale as he looked up at him. His eyebrows were filled with confusion and worry, anger and fear gathered together. His expression was incomparably complicated and miserable.

"The rise and fall of a sect is like the change of dynasties, as well as the decline of vegetation. It is a process that the Heavenly Dao has to go through. The path that goes against the heavens is full of rugs and thorns. However, the harder the road is, the more people will understand why they have to go on the road and where the destination is."

"The sect's inheritance is not the three loud characters of the Exquisite Pavilion, nor is it the vast scene of millions of disciples. It is the 'Xuan Hua Shi Shi, Bring Your Sword to the Duke' written by Grandmaster in the Ji Shi Manor!" As long as he remembered these eight words, even if there was only one person left in the Linglong Pavilion, the inheritance would not be cut off. On the contrary, if he didn't have these eight words, there would be a million disciples of the Linglong Pavilion. What was the point of that? "

"Martial Uncle … you brought Linglong Pavilion, you went the wrong way, you got lost …"

Hearing this, Sikong Bai felt as if he had been drained of all his strength, and his body weakened. He lowered his head and remained silent.

When he raised his head again, Sikong Bai's eyes had regained their clarity, but he no longer had the bearing that an immortal should have. At this moment, he looked more like an old man on the verge of death, his expression dejected and his steps trembling.

'"Did I do something wrong" he murmured to himself, as if asking questions, as if asking himself.

This time, Ning Zhumang did not continue Sikong Bai's words. He looked at the old man silently. He knew that he needed enough time to digest all of this.

Sikong Bai's gaze swept across the crowd. He looked at Song Yueming, who was lying on the ground with a dispirited aura and an aged appearance. He looked at Xing Tian, who stood there quietly. He then looked at the dozens of Linglong Pavilion disciples who had already turned into bones.

The light in the old man's eyes dimmed. He sighed deeply and said sadly, "So I destroyed the Exquisite Pavilion."

Ning Zhumang looked at Sikong Bai again. This time, he still didn't respond. Unlike before, he didn't know how to respond to the old man's heavy question.

However, under the pleading gaze of the old man, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

"The path is here. In the end, we still have to swallow this evil consequence. Although Martial Uncle is at fault for the Linglong Pavilion to fall into such a field, I, Ning, as the sect leader, am also to blame. I will naturally apologize to my ancestors together with Martial Uncle when I meet them in the spring." Ning Zhumang said.

However, Sikong Bai's body trembled when he heard this. He recognized some of Sikong Baihua's determination, so he asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

Ning Zhumang did not seem to recognize the tremor in Sikong Bai's tone. He looked at the other party with a calm expression and said calmly, "The master behind this devil qi is obviously an existence beyond our imagination. He can easily control the devil qi to devour the disciples' vitality and strengthen the devil qi." "Martial Uncle, do you think that you and I, who have absorbed so much demonic energy, can escape this calamity?"

"If it's just with our cultivation, strengthening demonic energy will only cost us our lives, but the people behind it are obviously plotting very big, the Linglong Pavilion has already made the first victim of this plan. "If the demonic energy in our bodies continues to exist, who knows for sure, will he use this to control our minds and bring even greater calamity to Great Zhou and even the entire world?"

Gulu.

Sikong Bai swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His expression suddenly became somewhat panicked. He said, "But … if we die, the Linglong Pavilion will truly be finished. Look, although this devil energy has damaged the Linglong Pavilion's inheritance, we can still use this power to open the mountain gate, recruit more disciples … Continue the inheritance."

Sikong's tone trembled as he said those words. His gaze drifted, and it was obvious that he did not have enough confidence.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ning Zhumang's reserved shout.

"Martial Uncle!" "The Exquisite Pavilion has disappeared. The Exquisite Pavilion, which was founded by Grandmaster a thousand years ago and has walked for a thousand years, has come to an end. However, the Exquisite Pavilion has been established for a thousand years. In the end, it is still considered a famous sect in this world. Even if it is going to die, it must die with dignity!"

"Martial Uncle! This is the last thing you can do for the Exquisite Pavilion right now! Please allow yourself, Martial Uncle, to preserve the last bit of dignity of the Exquisite Pavilion!"

Sikong Bai shivered. He didn't seem to dare to look directly at Ning Zhumang's sharp gaze at this moment. After glancing at him, he quickly lowered his head. Then he whispered, "Is that so… I understand…"

When Ning Zhumang heard this, he did not doubt him. He took a few steps forward and came to Sikong Bai 's side. He said in a deep voice, "Although Martial Uncle Linglong Pavilion was destroyed, there are still disciples scattered all over the world. The sect does not exist, but the inheritance is also there. We can die in peace after going to the Underworld together."

Sikong Bai lowered his head and remained silent. He only nodded slightly in agreement.

Ning Zhumang extended his hand forward, seemingly wanting to help the old man who lowered his head. However, just as he extended his hand, a cold and gloomy aura suddenly rose from Sikong Bai's body.

Ning Zhumang was shocked. Before he could regain his senses, the hand he stretched out was tightly held by Sikong Bai .

Sikong Bai raised his head, and the pitch-black color in his eyes once again swung open.

"Does Martial Uncle still want to persist in his mistakes?" Ning Zhumang asked in a deep voice, but Sikong Bai had no intention of responding to him at all.

At that time, a boundless suction force suddenly came from Sikong Bai's hand. Ning Zhumang was shocked. If Sikong Bai extracted all the demonic energy, even if Sikong Bai's cultivation didn't use it, the other party would still be able to defeat him.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhumang hurriedly activated the Great Defying Sword Scripture in his body to resist Sikong Bai's devouring of the demonic energy in his body. However, this thought arose, and a pitch-black sword appeared in Sikong Bai's hand. Then, he raised his sword and stabbed into Ning Zhumang's lower abdomen, causing him to be pierced by the black sword.

With such serious injuries, Ning Zhumang's expression instantly became absent-minded. Although he held Sikong Bai's sword tightly in one hand, Preventing the longsword from launching another attack, the Great Defying Sword Scripture in his body was also circulated with all his might. However, he was still injured and his cultivation was inferior to that of Sikong Bai in the Immortal Realm. Although the speed of devouring the demonic energy in his body gradually slowed down, it was still inevitable that he would be devoured step by step.

After realizing this, Ning Zhumang did not reveal the anger or malevolence that should have appeared on his face. What appeared on his face was only a trace of sadness and disappointment.

He sighed deeply and said in a pitiful tone, "Looks like Martial Uncle isn't willing to leave this last bit of dignity to Linglong Pavilion?"

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