Chapter 552 Peerless Singing

Sikong Bai's eyes were pitch black, and his expression was cold. He didn't have the slightest intention of responding to Ning Zhumang's question.

The Great Defying Sword Scripture was still being driven by him crazily. He seemed to have fallen into madness, unwilling to die, and even more unwilling to wake up from that sect's golden age of Huang Liang's dream.

This was a very pitiful thing, and of course, a very sad thing.

Ning Zhumang, who did not receive a reply, He sighed deeply and said in his heart, "Looks like I still have to use my last hand … Although I can't help but let Linglong Pavilion's last face go to waste, even though I can't help but let this sect that he used all of his strength to protect become the laughingstock of all the officials, nobles, and traffickers after the Great Zhou Dynasty." But in order to protect the last bit of Linglong Pavilion's pitiful reputation, he had no choice but to do so.

Ning Zhumang did not hesitate at all. His expression turned serious. A dark technique was about to be executed by him, but at this moment, Sikong Bai had also sucked out the last wisp of demonic energy from Ning Zhumang's body. He suddenly stood up, and the sword inserted into Ning Zhumang's lower abdomen was also pulled out by him at that time. A blood line was pulled out at the same time, spilling out shocking traces of blood on the ground.

"I'm not willing" Sikong Bai, who once again possessed boundless demonic energy, stood with his hands behind his back. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down at Ning Zhumang, who was kneeling on one knee, and finally spoke for the first time.

At this moment, Ning Zhumang had probably lost his last bit of compassion for Si Black. He did not have the heart to continue entangling with him on this topic. However, using his last trump card, he still needed to spend some time. In order to gain this time, he had to suppress the gloominess in his heart and go down with the illusion and the snake in his hand.

"Martial Uncle is your unwillingness. The Linglong Pavilion has just come to this point." Ning Zhumang replied softly.

"Since we have already reached such a field, why don't we give it a try?" Sikong Bai didn't seem to notice Ning Zhumang's strange behavior and continued to speak in a low voice.

"If we continue to try, I'm afraid it will only fulfill that person's wish."

"That person?"

"Martial Uncle knows who I'm talking about."

"Have you seen him?"

"I was lucky enough to meet Commander Yuan and Mo Jianxian. I met that person with him."

"What about Yuan Guilong and Mo Chen Zi?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes. He died at the hands of that person."

Ning Zhumang nodded. After saying this, he slowly stood up. Although the shocking sword wound on his lower abdomen was still dripping blood, he was completely unaware of it. With one stroke of his hand, he was ready, and the last trump card that had risked his life was already like an arrow on a string, ready to be launched. He narrowed his eyes and slightly bent his body. He was like a cheetah crawling in the dense forest, aiming at its prey. In the next moment, he would fly out and take out the other party's life. Of course, he would also sacrifice his own life.

However, he did not hesitate at all. In fact, the only thing in Ning Zhumang's eyes was determination that was as hard as iron.

"Mm, is that so?" Sikong Bai nodded. He didn't seem to notice Ning Zhumang's strange appearance. After saying this, he stood there and pondered for a few breaths. In just a few breaths, Ning Zhumang had already arrived at a place less than three feet away from him.

This was a very delicate distance. As long as he took another step forward, Ning Zhumang would be able to activate that thing. And he was also sitting there. He stretched out one of his feet and floated forward, about to land.

However, at this moment, Sikong Bai ended his brief silence and whispered, "I also want to try."

Hearing this, Ning Zhumang's foot was suspended in mid-air. He did not retract it, nor did he land on it.

He looked at Si Xing strangely. He was about to ask something, but at that moment, Si Xing's hand suddenly stretched out and a black gas gushed out from his palm. It went straight to where Song Yueming, who couldn't stand up at all, was not far away.

Ning Zhumang's heart trembled, because he had no time to rescue the secret technique that was activated in his body. He could only watch helplessly as the black gas poured into Song Yueming's body.

However, the tragic scene that Ning Zhumang had imagined did not appear. Instead, as the black gas poured in, Song Yueming's aged face gradually returned to its original appearance as time flowed backwards. The dispirited aura around him gradually grew longer and longer.

Just like that, his injuries were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just as this unforeseen event ended, Sikong Bai extended his hand again. Another streak of black gas flew out from his hand and poured into the Heaven Punishing Sword. As a result, a red phantom that was about to dissipate gradually solidified under the nourishment of the black gas.

"Martial Uncle!" Ning Zhumang seemed to have thought of something after witnessing this series of events. He shouted at Sikong Bai in a surprisingly hasty tone.

Hearing this, Sikong Bai turned his head. His pitch-black eyes became clear again. He looked at Ning Zhumang and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose. He actually drew out a smile.

It was a smile that had not appeared on Sikong Bai's face for a long time in Ning Zhumang's memories.

Brilliant, real.

Like spring breeze, like starlight.

"The Exquisite Pavilion cannot be ruined by me. All of you must survive, be it rebuilding the sect or living in seclusion in the mountains or forests. As you said, as long as you are alive, the inheritance of the Exquisite Pavilion will not be interrupted."

"As for me, since I've already lost my way, whether it's the Eternal Abyss or the Nine Nether Purgatory, I have to go take a look, for myself and for those disciples who have been harmed by me."

"Even if it's to repay the slightest bit of sin, otherwise, if I just close my eyes like this, I won't accept it…"

After saying that, Sikong Bai 's ragged clothes began to stir, and the pitch-black color once again infected his eyes.

Boundless black Qi gushed out from under his clothes and transformed into a huge black dragon beneath him, lifting his body. Then, eight black dragons appeared in all directions, surrounding him like birds chasing phoenixes. Afterwards, Sikong Bai looked deeply at Ning Zhumang, and the black dragon that sat down let out a long howl.

So, surrounded by the nine black dragons, Sikong Bai's body dragged the black gas into the sky and flew towards the northern horizon like thunder.

…

On this day, the Orthodox Church of the Great Zhou Empire ended without a hitch, and 9,768 disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion died strangely.

On this day, the Immortal Elder Division of the Linglong Pavilion disappeared without a trace. Since then, the dead Ning Zhumang had reappeared in everyone's sight and once again took over the position of Sect Leader of the Linglong Pavilion. In the past, there were only two disciples left in the Linglong Pavilion, one Sect Leader and one Sword Hall Master.

On this day, at the peak of Ya Qi Mountain in the three kingdoms of Xia, Zhou, and Chen, Nine Dragons carried immortals. Demonic Qi filled the sky, causing the heavens and earth to tremble with rage, lightning, and thunder to rumble. On this day, the Phoenix Arrival Pavilion that had buried Yuan Guilong and Mo Chen Zi had filled in another corpse…

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