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Thunder thundered.

The old man was holding a sharp sword, and the blood-colored sword intent around his body was like a river, surging endlessly.

He went straight to meet the thunder that came from him, and his sword intent turned into an evil dragon and collided with the thunder fiercely.

The huge momentum made everyone's hearts and galls crack, and the strong light that bloomed when the two collided also illuminated the entire Linglong Pavilion as if it were day.

At this time, everyone present also woke up to the fact that this thunder tribulation was something that Si Bai had incurred.

After he returned from the Taiyin Palace, he closed the death pass, and at this moment, he attracted the Heavenly Tribulation, needless to say, it was naturally the critical moment to break through to the Earth Immortal Realm.

If he can survive this catastrophe safely, then the problem that has plagued Linglong Pavilion for many years will be solved.

With him, the earth immortal, and Zhong Chang's hatred, which is comparable to the combat power of the earth immortal, the status of Linglong Pavilion is naturally as majestic as Mount Tai. But if he fails...

Waiting for Linglong Pavilion will be an even bleaker situation than it is now.

Everyone understood this, and their eyes became nervous when they looked at the sky.

The sky thundered and the sword intent raged.

In the first confrontation between the Heavenly Tribulation and Si Blank, Si Blank was not injured by half a point, but the Heavenly Thunder returned with a feather.

The second heavenly thunder in the clouds began to brew, compared to the previous heavenly thunder, the power contained in this heavenly thunder became more and more terrifying, even if you looked at everyone from afar, your heart trembled.

But the old man standing in the center of the thunder tribulation had a normal complexion, his breath was steady, and the light in his eyes was cold.

"The sword travels to the gate of heaven, and there is no irreversible in the world!" he exclaimed, and at that time, the sword intent around him condensed again, turning into a dragon-like thing like a head and the previous one, whistling and wrapping around his body.

In an instant, he was surrounded by seven blood-colored dragons, all of whom were entwined with each other, roaring and roaring.

The huge power even faintly had a tendency to overwhelm the thunder tribulation in the sky.

Everyone's faces were beaming with joy at that moment...

If Si Bai really cultivated to become an earth immortal, it would be tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow for Linglong Pavilion, thinking like this, everyone's eyes were eagerly at that time.

......

But only Xu Han frowned at that time.

He looked at the old man in the sky, he was really magnificent, and he really looked like an immortal.

However, Xu Han did smell something different from him.

There is no doubt that the Thousand Words Sword Dictionary is indeed the top kendo method in the world. But it pays attention to following the trend and turning the way of the sword into the way of the sword, which is contrary to the "Dayan Sword Technique" that pays attention to the way of my sword into the way of heaven.

But at this moment, the sword moves used by Si Bai seem to contain the commonality of the two families, but they do not know their essence, so they seem nondescript.

But Xu Han's cultivation is still shallow after all, especially his understanding of kendo is also beginner, it is only after listening to the explanations of the two kendo masters Zhong Changhe and Mo Chenzi these days that he understands one or two, but what problems exist in the specific blank swordsmanship, he can't really say it for a while.

At this time, the second thunder fell.

The seven evil dragons around Si Bai roared away, and they went straight to meet the heavenly thunder.

This time, Si Bai was no longer as easy as before.

His clothes were torn apart in such a violent collision, and the expression on his face turned a little pale.

And before he could recover from such a tragic situation, the third thunderstorm began to brew.

The power contained in this tribulation thunder is far from being comparable to the previous two, and it is ten times more powerful than it.

Everyone's faces changed at that time, the heavenly thunder was wrapped in the power of the Heavenly Dao, how vast was that brilliant heavenly might, if it was really so easy to resist, then where could there be so many Great Yan Realm monks in the world who died with hatred?

"Come on!" the ragged old man looked up at him at the sky, and the long sword in his hand lit up with a dazzling glow of blood.

He roared, his voice high-pitched and poignant, like a wolf at the end of his rope, hideous and sad.

The rolling thunder fell again.

The seven-headed dragon was urged by him to kill the heavenly thunder.

Rumble!

A huge roar rang out, and it seemed that the entire Linglong Pavilion began to tremble continuously with the collision of the two powers.

The two dragons collided and turned into nothingness.

And Si Bai, who was connected to his heart, was also shocked at that time, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face became more and more pale.

At that time, the fourth thunderstorm began to brew again...

......

An aura called despair began to spread among the crowd.

The aura is sluggish, and the Si Blank who has reached the end of the road is like the Linglong Pavilion that is swaying in the wind and rain now.

The two are destined...

The two share weal and woe...

Everyone understands this, and Si Bai also understands this.

The old man, with blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, looked up at the thunder that was gradually condensing and forming, and his eyes flashed with an almost crazy color.

He can't die.

He told himself in his heart.

He thought about his master, his brother's entrustment when he died, and the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion for thousands of years.

These are all things that countless ancestors have piled up with their flesh and blood.

How could such a thing be defeated in his hands?

He thought so, and his already rickety body was straightened up by him again at that time.

"Come again!"

He let out a roar of rage, and the sluggish aura around him shook violently, and the remaining five evil dragons wrapped around his body again, and the blood-colored sword intent enveloped him like a tide.

Rumble!

The fourth thunderbolt finally fell at that time.

The earth trembled even more and more, and some of the disciples who had cultivated weaker could barely stand up to their bodies at that time, and they fell to the ground one after another.

And Si Bai, who was the center of the thunder tribulation, couldn't stop trembling under the terrifying power of the thunderstorm.

But the old man stubbornly held the sword in his hand and pointed straight at the dome.

I can't lose!

He thinks and does.

The body of the dragon he summoned began to crumble, apparently unable to withstand the terrifying force. And Si Blank's body began to gradually redden, and the blood vessels under his skin began to rupture, and a trace of blood flowed down his cortex, staining his whole person into blood.

Two more dragons were reduced to ashes under the thunderstorm.

The aura around Si Bai's body withered again, and there were only three of the seven sword intent evil dragons he summoned, and after experiencing the repeated baptism of heavenly thunder, the momentum around the evil dragon's body was also like him, languishing.

The Heavenly Tribulation did not intend to let them go, and the fifth Heavenly Thunder crashed down almost the moment the Fourth Heavenly Thunder stopped.

Everyone's hearts were pinched at that moment, and even Xu Han, who saw Si Blank's abnormal appearance, was also heartbroken. He knew very well that Si Bai could not die, once he died, Linglong Pavilion would inevitably fall apart, and after that, the fate of people such as Fang Ziyu, Qin Keqing, Song Yueming and others would be even more difficult to imagine.

The fifth heavenly thunder blasted away the last three evil dragons of Si Blank.

The figure of the last master of the Linglong Pavilion has finally come to the end of the road.

The sixth and final thunder has already begun to brew.

The momentum was so great that it seemed to be enough to turn the entire Linglong Pavilion into ashes.

Things seem to be far more troublesome than expected.

Ning Zhumang in the distance also frowned at that time, Si Bai couldn't stop this last heavenly tribulation.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, and that's what it is.

Then a very cruel question was placed in front of him, the Heavenly Tribulation fell, Si Bai fell, and the remaining power of the Heavenly Thunder was enough to destroy half of the Heavy Moment Peak...

Naturally, he couldn't watch something like this happen.

So the master of the sect sank his brows at that time, gritted his teeth, and looked at the people around him.

"Go, dismiss the disciples, and leave Chongju Peak!" he said in a calm voice.

"No!" Ding Jingcheng on the side objected as soon as he heard this.

"Why not?" Ning Zhumang's brows furrowed, his eyes surging with anger, obviously he had lost patience with Ding Jingcheng, who was still going against him at this critical juncture.

"Uncle Sikong is now at the most critical moment of resisting the Heavenly Tribulation, if we leave, it will inevitably shake his Dao Heart, only by staying with him to resist together can he feel the determination of our Linglong Pavilion as one, and he will be able to survive this Heavenly Tribulation!" Ding Jingcheng said.

"Bastard!" Ning Zhumang was furious when he heard this, he waved his long sleeves and scolded angrily. "Can't you see if Elder Sikong can survive this tribulation?"

"It is precisely because we can see it that our juniors have to advance and retreat with it. Qing Ruxi on the side also stood up at that time and said to Ning Zhumang.

"If Ning Zhangjiao is greedy for life and afraid of death, he can leave first, and we will accompany Elder Sikong here. The Elder Hong on the Great Huan Peak also stood up and said in a resolute voice.

"If that's the case, once Elder Sikong fails to cross the tribulation, then the Heavy Moment Peak will be over, and the thousand-year-old foundation of Linglong will be over!" Ning Zhumangduan didn't expect that his decision would attract the dissatisfaction of many elders and deacons, and he had to suppress the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice.

"Once Elder Sikong fails to cross the tribulation, the demise of my Linglong Pavilion is a matter of time, instead of fighting like this, it is better to fight, if you succeed, you will be prosperous, and if you lose, you will simply go to the Nine Springs to ask your ancestors for their guilt, why not?" Ding Jingcheng's thin body was straight at that time, and he said with a kind of frenzy that bordered on madness.

"Ding Jingcheng, do you want to take the lives of tens of thousands of disciples of my Chongju Peak to bury Si Bai?" Ning Zhumang seemed to be furious to the extreme.

These elders and deacons in front of them had obviously lost their minds, and they had been trapped in the glory of the first sect in the world of this Linglong Pavilion for too long.

It's been so long that they've forgotten the original intention of the Linglong Pavilion to establish a sect, and they've been so long that they can't let go of such glory, so they are even willing to risk their own lives and the lives of all the disciples of the Linglong Pavilion.

"These disciples have enjoyed the glory brought to them by the Linglong Pavilion since they started, raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, isn't it time for them to die for the sect?" Ding Jingcheng responded as he should.

At that time, most of the elders and deacons around them also knelt down and made a plead towards Ning Zhumang.

Ning Zhumang looked at the elders and deacons around him silently.

Many words flashed through his mind, such as leaving Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, but these words seemed so pale under the almost crazy look in everyone's eyes at this moment.

Even with his heart, at that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he was too weak, or if everyone in the world was drunk and I woke up alone...

Rumble!

The muffled sound of thunder grew heavier and heavier.

And Si Blank's aura is becoming more and more sluggish, and he obviously has no capital to fight again.

Ning Zhumang looked sideways at the young faces below him, looking at their frightened looks.

That's not right!

It dawned on him.

No one should pay for the karmic results of Linglong Pavilion, and even if there is, it will not be the turn of these young disciples.

The reason why Linglong Pavilion set up ancestral teachings and let each session of the head of the sect fall into the hands of Hanging River Peak is to remind future generations that the founding of Linglong Pavilion is to hang the pot to help the world.

And in the long years, too many people have been lost in the so-called glory of being the first in the world.

Today, I used the lives of these disciples to save the Linglong Pavilion, and in a sense, the inheritance of the Linglong Pavilion has long been cut off. The rest is actually just a sect chasing fame and fortune, and it has nothing to do with the sect established by the sages.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhumang's heart sank, and the sorrowful look on his face dissipated.

"In my name, the disciples of the Three Peaks quickly descended the mountain and gathered outside the mountain gate, waiting for the order. The rest of the elders and deacons are responsible for arranging and dispatching disciples, if they dare not comply, they will have already made a rule, abolish the cultivation, and expel them from the mountain gate!" Ning Zhumang said, the majestic momentum around him suddenly swayed, and he didn't know when he had already held the hanging river seal that represented the supreme power of Linglong Pavilion in his hand.

"Ning Zhumang!" Ding Jingcheng and the others were stunned when they saw this, and Ding Jingcheng, who was the leader, changed his face even more, he angrily pointed at Ning Zhumang and shouted: "You are acting like this, you are killing my Linglong Pavilion, aren't you afraid of facing the ancestors and ancestors under the spring without shame?!"

When these words came out, before Ning Zhumang could respond, a sharp sword intent roared at that time, and blasted into Ding Jingcheng's body with the momentum of thunder.

This Sword Hall Elder's face darkened at that time, and his body shook as if he had been severely injured.

He pretended to be a little wooden, but he saw Zhong Changhe, who was dressed in red, standing behind him at this moment.

"Zhong—" He struggled to squeeze a voice out of his throat, but before he could say anything, his head tilted and he fell to the ground.

When the people around saw this, their faces were cold at that time, and they really saw it, it was that moment, the meridians around Ding Jingcheng's body were all broken, and his cultivation was in vain.

"The order of the master is heavier than Mount Tai, who dares not to obey, it is the same as this person!" Zhong Chang's cold voice also sounded at that time.

The faces of the people who were still clamoring to die with Si Bai changed at that time, what they wanted was the lives of tens of thousands of disciples, in the hope that Si Bai could cast into the realm of earth immortals, in the final analysis, for the glory of being the first in the world. And if they don't have this life cultivation, even if Si Bai succeeds by luck, what kind of chance can they have?

Therefore, at this moment, they finally stood up one by one, picked up Ding Jingcheng, who had passed out, and began to evacuate the disciples on the Lifting Moment Peak according to Ning Zhumang's command.

And Ning Zhumang glanced at Zhong Chang with gratitude at that time, "Thank you, senior brother." He bowed.

Zhong Changhe shook his head at that time, he looked at the departing elders and deacons with calm eyes, and let out a long sigh.

"Linglong Pavilion is over. ”

He said.

Rumble!

A muffled thunder rang out in the sky.

The sixth thunder tribulation finally fell at that time.