Song Yueming looked at Si Bai, who looked arrogant, and shook his head with a wry smile.

He put away his interest in continuing to argue with Si Bai, he knew that his master had lost the last trace of reason, no matter how big the truth was, no matter how clear the logic, he couldn't listen to it, not to mention, Song Yueming at this moment didn't have the strength to talk to him again.

He was so tired.

The Heavenly Sword devoured a lot of his life, he was like a crumbling old tree, rotting from the inside out, just waiting for a gust of wind to blow, he would crash to the ground...

There was a constant feeling of tiredness in his limbs, and it was becoming difficult for him to open his eyes. So, he simply narrowed his eyes.

"And you, go to the Yellow Spring and witness all this!" At this time, Si Blank's voice sounded again, he said this, and the black dragon that had defeated Song Yueming immediately reappeared on Si Blank's side, it opened its mouth, and its white fangs flashed with a penetrating cold light.

The smell of death enveloped Song Yueming at that time, and the black dragon slowly leaned towards him, the white fangs of the forest pressed straight to his neck, and with a light bite, his flesh and blood would blur, and the human head would be separated.

After that rainy night in Linglong Pavilion, Song Yueming expected today.

He was ready, for the faith, for the sect.

He wasn't afraid of the impending death, he just wasn't willing to be at the end of the day, he still couldn't change anything. This was a very sad thing, of course, but surprisingly, in the moments before death, he did not dwell on it.

He thought of her, of the child who couldn't speak.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face, he thought that he had given everything for the sect, he thought that he had fulfilled all his promises, he could have a clear conscience, and he could close his eyes peacefully at this time.

But in fact, he was far from being at ease, and he only realized at this time that he was worthy of the sect, but he owed too much to some people.

He suddenly understood Ning Zhumang's words, he was not a hero, he was just a bastard who was selfish and abandoned his wife and children.

The black dragon's massive body enveloped him, and his vision darkened.

I don't know if it's because of the return of light when he was dying, or because he was too weak, but in a trance he saw something light up in the darkness, one after another, it was the night sky and starlight. Then in front of his eyes, a green figure ran under the light of the starlight, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "I, Xia Zichuan, will not marry in this life." ”

Song Yue suddenly came to her senses, this was the Linglong Pavilion at that time.

A genuine smile appeared on his pale and wrinkled face: "Xiao Xu... Purple River... I'm sorry..."

As he spoke, his eyes, which had narrowed to a faint slit, finally closed.

......

Death did not come as expected.

One step ahead of death came to Song Yueming's side with a long sigh.

The sigh had a slight taste of annoyance, like a sigh that the villagers in the mountains were dissatisfied with the gains and losses of one acre and three points of land, but they had no choice but to let it out.

Song Yueming was stunned, he felt something, he closed his eyes and suddenly opened them at that time.

What greeted his eyes was not the darkness he imagined, the huge evil dragon figure that shrouded his head disappeared uncomfortably, replaced by a man in a black robe, with white eyebrows and black hair, not far away, the black dragon that even the Heavenly Sword could not resist actually fell to the ground, although it seemed that he was only accidentally defeated because of the surprise attack, and there were no injuries on his body, but it was already a very incredible thing to be able to do this.

"Sect Leader..."Song Yueming muttered as he looked at the back, and then he remembered that it seemed that this Master Sect Master had not made a real move at this time.

The white-eyed and black-haired man tilted his head slightly, and the corner of his eye seemed to fall on Song Yueming's body: "It's difficult to be a master, and it's even more difficult to be a father." ”

"You've got to work hard. ”

He said this, and regardless of whether Song Yueming understood the meaning of his words, he turned his head again and looked at the old man who was also looking at him at that time.

Then he respectfully arched his hand towards the old man, and said, "Ning Zhumang, the twelfth generation disciple of Linglong Pavilion, please teach Uncle Shi." ”

The menacing Si Bai didn't respond to Ning Zhumang's words at the first time, he frowned unexpectedly, the black qi around him surged, and the light flashed in his dark eyes, he seemed to be looking at Ning Zhumang.

This is a very unusual thing, his unusualness is related to, since he has already made up his mind to get rid of everyone, Yisi's blank heart naturally will not have the slightest possibility of leaving his hand, and his sudden stop will naturally not be because of strange reasons such as soft-heartedness, but in fact, he is vigilant. Be wary of Ning Zhumang, who he didn't pay attention to at all before, but suddenly made a move at this moment.

Such vigilance is not without reason.

He knew very well what level his cultivation had reached after absorbing the power of those disciples again, and he wanted to kill the monks of the Great Yan Realm, even ordinary immortals, and he could easily come to them. The black dragon that he was going to take away Song Yueming's cultivation was, although he didn't inspire it with all his might, but the power in it should not be underestimated, but Ning Zhumang just knocked the black dragon away with just one shot and saved Song Yueming.

This was obviously not something that an ordinary Great Yan Realm cultivator could do.

After experiencing the accident that almost died at the hands of Song Yueming before, Si Bai also became vigilant, so he carefully looked at the man who even had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and after not getting any of the results he wanted, he said in a calm voice: "You are also in a hurry to die?"

Compared with Si Blank's appearance as if facing a great enemy, Ning Zhumang seemed to be very light.

He smiled again and muttered, "Uncle Shi also said that it was to send him to death." ”

"But everything pays attention to the dignity of the elder and the young, how can there be an elder in this world who is still alive, but the younger generation wants to die in front. ”

Hearing this, Si Bai's eyes were dark, and he said in a deep voice: "You have gained a little bit of the true inheritance of your senior brother in this mouth, but it's a pity that you haven't learned the righteousness of the sect at all." ”

And in this way, with a wave of his long sleeves, the black dragon was once again poured into a majestic black gas, and its momentum Dasheng let out a long roar at that time, and then it was wrapped in the black qi in the sky, and it went straight towards Ning Zhumang.

Facing this black dragon, whose momentum was several times stronger than before, Ning Zhumang still had that faint smile on his face.

He shook his head and said softly: "What is this uncle, after the master left, Ning always thought that his uncle was the horse's head. ”

"What Uncle Shi asked me to do, I will naturally do..."

"What Uncle Shi asked me to learn, I naturally..."

"What do you learn..."

Saying this, Ning Zhumang's tone suddenly became gloomy, and his lowered head suddenly raised at that moment, and it was only then that Si Bai Fang saw clearly that Ning Zhumang's eyes were actually shrouded in the same pitch black color as his.

And behind him, a male lion bathed in monstrous black gas gradually emerged...