The scarlet body of the Heavenly Punishment Sword began to tremble.

In an instant, it was as if a giant beast that devoured heaven and earth appeared in the body of the sword, and it raised its head to the sky and roared, as if it was excited by the sacrifices that urged it, and the blood in the sky was magnificent, swallowing up all the monstrous demonic energy spawned by the void like a withering and decaying body.

Si blank's cold face finally appeared at that time.

He didn't like it.

He was clearly for the inheritance of the Linglong Pavilion, and he clearly took the sect one step further, so that the Linglong Pavilion, which had been inherited for thousands of years, reached such a point as the state religion.

But why do these people have to fight against him, one life is not enough, if he dies, he has to fight to the death with him when he turns into a sword spirit.

This is a very unreasonable thing.

Anger filled Si's blank chest at that time, and a thick aura welled up from his calm brow.

But this kind of anger can't make too many changes to occupy at this moment, and the blood light finally broke through the black qi in the sky and arrived at the blank face of the division. Under the impact of the blood light, this high-ranking immortal let out a muffled snort, and his body flew upside down, and he rolled down the long steps, and landed straight in front of the civil and military officials under the dragon platform who were watching this situation.

His clean white robe became ragged in such a rolling, and the silver thread that had clearly been carefully cared for also hung down indiscriminately at that time, and his whole person looked no longer a little immortal at this moment, but was embarrassed.

But whether it was Song Yueming or Zhong Chang, who had already turned into a sword spirit, he obviously didn't intend to let him go at this time.

I saw that Zhong Changhe, whose body had been blurred to the point of being a little blurry, poured into Song Yueming's body at that time, and the figures of the two overlapped, and once again held the Xingtian Sword in his hand and killed Si Bai.

Feeling that the self-punishment Heavenly Sword was overflowing with majestic killing power, Si Bai's face turned cold, he turned his eyes to look behind him, and said loudly: "Stop them!"

Those civil and military officials led by Mr. Lu wished that Si Bai would die here, how could they have a reason to make a move, and they all took a few steps back, and the people of the Long Night Division, who had always been close to him, did not know whose instructions they had, and they also ignored Si Bai's situation at the moment.

Of course, Si Bai could understand all this, but what he couldn't understand was that the dozens of disciples of the sect who came here with him in that crowd were also hesitant at that time, and the fear in their eyes was even more difficult to hide.

"Stop them! If I die, the Linglong Pavilion will be finished, and you will only be the lost dogs!" he rebuked loudly.

But this kind of angry rebuke was only the disciples drooping their heads and retreating a few steps again.

"Rubbish! you're all trash!" Si Blank's face distorted a little from the arrival of anger, and he roared loudly, like a desperate jackal.

Song Yueming had already killed, his body jumped up, the red sword spirit continued to flash around his body, and the appearance of Song Yueming and Zhong Chang's hatred appeared alternately on his face, but the Xingtian Sword was lit up with an unprecedented sword light, and the blood light in the sky covered all the colors, wrapped in boundless power and their boundless anger, surging down.

Death.

Finally came clearly in front of Si Bai.

Probably because he felt such emotions, Si Bai roared angrily: "Why!"

He still couldn't understand, he still didn't understand why they would rather give up their lives to stop him, why he was right, but no one wanted to be on his side.

His doubts, his unwillingness, did not get an answer from Song Yueming or Zhong Changhate.

The Heavenly Sword finally landed on the center of his eyebrows, and an imperceptible but real trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and the next moment, a monstrous blood light would pour into his body along the wound, completely tearing him to pieces from the inside out.

For the impending death, in fact, Si Bai didn't have much fear in his heart.

At that time, his senior brother, who was also Zhong Chang's hated master, entered the Demon Dao, and the immortals who were his generation in the sect, a generation or even several generations older than him, poured out of the nest, just to stop the Extreme Mang Sword Immortal who fell into madness, the fall of the immortals, the blood fell like rain, even thirty years later, Si Bai recalled that he still felt like yesterday, vividly.

As the youngest disciple, he was left behind.

His senior brother said, "After all, someone has to continue to live with the disciples and grandchildren of Linglong Pavilion." ”

His master said: "Thousands of years of inheritance, your life, your road is more difficult than ours." ”

So from that day on, Si Bai engraved the four words of the sect inheritance in his heart, he did everything carefully, said every word like walking on thin ice, every day and every moment of his life, it was for these four words.

He was even ready to die for the sect one day, and at this point, he thought that he would not be less determined than anyone else.

And the more he did his best to maintain the Linglong Pavilion, the more he had to do his best and do his best.

He is burdened with the instructions of his brothers and the trust of his masters. They were all watching him, so he didn't dare to slack off for a moment. But the more this is the case, the more puzzled and confused he is at the moment.

He couldn't get an answer, and he couldn't die a blind eye.

Maybe it's sincerity, the gold and stone are open, or there is providence in the dark.

Just as the surging blood light was about to pour into his eyebrows, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Because of stupidity. ”

The voice said this, with a sad sigh, but also with a vicissitudes that spanned thousands of years.

Si Bai's heart was shocked, and he suddenly found that everything around him suddenly stopped, whether it was the anger and determination on Song Yueming's face or the surging blood light in the sky, at this time, he was imprisoned by some powerful unimaginable force, and stopped at that moment.

"Who are you?" exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I can clear up all your doubts. The voice spoke again, with a strange rhythm in its deep tone, which could not be described as profound, but faintly seemed to fit the truth of heaven and earth.

"Doubt, what are you talking about?" Si Bai frowned, he found that it was not only Song Yueming and the others who were imprisoned, he himself was also unable to move half of his body under the shroud of such power, but at the same time, he was still able to talk to the powerful existence in the dark through his own mind.

"All. The voice responded, just two words, but with the arrogance of looking at the world.

After saying these two words, the voice suddenly paused, and the next moment, the tone of his mouth became softer: "What's wrong with you? Foolish people are always stubborn and don't know how to change, what is the use of such a disciple?"

"Look at those stubborn and ignorant people, and then look at those who are timid, how can they afford the heavy responsibility of the sect inheritance?"

"Only you, only you can carry the entrustment of your ancestors and inherit the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion. ”

"What is the use of the disciples, you are the Linglong Pavilion, you will never break the inheritance of the Linglong Pavilion if you live!"

The tone of the voice suddenly became strange, and it seemed to contain a strange magic, which made people's hearts turbulent and uncontrollable.

Si's blank eyes suddenly filled with a dark color, but it faded in an instant.

"But—" He said as if hesitantly, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the voice in his head.

"Do you know the truth about this world?" the voice asked again.

"What?" Si blank was stunned.

As he asked, the scene in front of him suddenly began to change, his pupils suddenly expanded, and the brilliance in them flickered.

There is the rebirth of all things, the rise and fall of plants and trees, the ascension of immortals, the breaking of cocoons, the twinkling of stars, the collapse of heaven and earth in an instant, the reversal of rivers, and the destruction of life.

Finally, a god and demon bathed in black gas suddenly appeared, he looked up to the sky and roared, and the monstrous demonic energy swept the heavens and the earth, covering the universe, and finally rushed out of this world, pouring into the starry sky of ten thousand regions, so one after another the stars were annihilated, the world collapsed, and everything fell into dead silence, only the demon god stood proudly between heaven and earth.

And after the evolution of these scenes, the scene in front of Si Bai's eyes changed again and returned to reality.

But the voice sounded again: "This is the future, this is fate." ”

"Everything you care about will usher in annihilation, and only if you live, can you take Linglong Pavilion to reshape the inheritance in the new reincarnation of the starry sky. ”

"It's your destiny, only you can do it. ”

"So since they are destined to usher in annihilation, then why don't they do something for the sect that raised and protected them?"

As soon as this sound fell, Nasi's blank body shook suddenly, and the darkness filled his eyes again.

The pitch-black color surged down his eyebrows, drawing strange black lines on his old face, and then fell down his face on his white robe, which suddenly spread like rice paper dripping with ink, and soon his white robe turned into an incomparably black robe.

Si Blank's body stood up at that moment.

His hands were outstretched, and his mouth was like a dream, "It's time for you to serve the sect. ”

The words were as light as a whisper, but with a will that was difficult to disobey, ringing in the ears of every Linglong Pavilion disciple who was everywhere and had cultivated the Great Reverse Sword Codex.

So his body began to become shriveled, like an air bag that had been pumped out, and black aura gushed out of their bodies, turning into light and shadow from all directions, condensing into condensed demonic qi, and the surging aura couldn't help but send out bursts of roars mixed with pain and anger, and human figures appeared in the black gas, but they were annihilated in an instant. And in the end, they all poured into Si Blank's body without exception.

At that time, the momentum around this immortal suddenly rose to a point that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Yueming, who had killed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, the stagnant time flowed again...