Chapter 138 Final Path

Heavenly thunder rumbled down.

The old man held a sharp sword in his hand, and the blood-colored sword intent around his body flowed like a river, flowing endlessly.

He directly faced the incoming heavenly lightning, and the sword intent turned into a dragon and collided with the heavenly lightning fiercely.

The enormous momentum caused everyone's liver and gallbladder to split apart, and the intense light emitted when the two collided also illuminated the entire Exquisite Pavilion as if it was daytime.

At this moment, everyone present also came to their senses. This lightning tribulation was something that Sikong Bai had attracted.

After returning from the Lunar Temple, he had closed the Death Pass. Now that he had summoned the Heavenly Tribulation, there was no need to say anything. Naturally, it was the crucial moment for him to break through to the Earthly Immortal Realm.

If he could safely survive this heavenly tribulation, then the problems that had plagued Linglong Pavilion for many years would be easily solved.

With his Earthly Immortal and Zhong Changhen's battle prowess comparable to that of an Earthly Immortal, the Linglong Pavilion's position was naturally as immovable as Mount Tai. But if he fails…

Waiting for Linglong Pavilion would be a much worse situation than it is now.

Everyone understood this, so their gazes at the horizon became nervous.

Heavenly thunder rumbled, and sword intent raged.

In the first confrontation between Heavenly Tribulation and Sikong Bai, Sikong Bai did not suffer any damage, but Sky Thunder failed to return.

The second Heavenly Lightning within the Tribulation Cloud began to brew. Compared to the previous Heavenly Lightning, the might contained in this Heavenly Lightning was even more terrifying. Even looking at everyone from afar, their hearts trembled.

However, the old man standing at the center of the lightning tribulation had a normal expression. His aura was steady and his eyes were cold.

"Sword Traveling Heavenly Clan, everything in the world is irreversible!" The old man shouted. At that time, the sword intent around his body condensed again, turning into something similar to the evil dragon from before, wrapping around his body.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body was surrounded by seven blood-colored dragons. They wrapped themselves around each other, howling and roaring.

Its enormous might actually had a faint tendency to suppress the lightning tribulation in the sky.

Everyone's faces lit up at that moment…

If Sikong Bai really cultivated as an Earth Immortal, it would be like sending charcoal in the snow to the Linglong Pavilion. Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became eager at that time.

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However, only Xu Han frowned at that moment.

He looked at the old man in the horizon. He was truly dignified and had the bearing of an immortal.

However, Xu Han did smell something different from him.

The Thousand Words Sword Scripture was indeed the world's top sword dao technique, and there was no doubt about it. However, it pays attention to following the situation and using the Heavenly Dao to form the Sword Dao, which runs counter to the Great Evolution Sword Technique that pays attention to using my sword to form the Heavenly Dao.

However, at this moment, the sword moves that Si Black used seemed to contain the similarities between the two clans, but not their essence, so they were incomparable.

However, Xu Han's cultivation was still shallow, especially his comprehension of the Sword Dao. It was only after listening to the explanations of Zhong Changhen and Mo Chen Zi that he understood one or two of the sword dao masters these past few days. However, he was unable to explain the specific problems in Sikong Bai 's sword techniques clearly for a moment.

At this moment, the second bolt of lightning descended.

The seven evil dragons around Sikong Bai roared towards the thunder.

This time, Sikong Bai was no longer as relaxed as before.

His clothes were torn apart in such a fierce collision, and his face turned a little pale.

Before he could recover from such a tragic situation, a third tribulation lightning bolt began to brew.

The power contained in this tribulation lightning was far from being comparable to the first two lightning bolts. It was ten times more powerful than the first two lightning bolts.

Everyone's expressions changed at that time. Heavenly lightning carried the power of the Heavenly Dao. How vast was that brilliant Heavenly Might? If it could be resisted so easily, then where would there be so many Grand Evolution Realm cultivators in the world who ended up with hatred?

"Come on!" The tattered old man raised his head and looked at the horizon. The sword in his hand shone with a dazzling bloody light.

He roared, his voice loud and shrill, like that wolf at the end of the road, ferocious and desolate.

The rolling thunder descended once again.

The seven evil dragons were urged by him to attack Heavenly Thunder.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, as if the entire Exquisite Pavilion began to tremble as the two forces collided.

The two dragons were reduced to nothingness by the collision.

At that moment, Sikong Bai, who was connected to the Heart God, also trembled. Blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth, and his face became even paler.

At that time, the fourth tribulation lightning began to brew again…

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An aura called despair began to spread through the crowd.

The aura of Sikong Bai, who was dispirited and in a dead end, was like the Linglong Pavilion that was swaying in the wind and rain.

Their destinies are linked…

The two shared weal and woe…

Everyone understood this, and Sikong Bai also understood this.

The old man whose mouth was covered in blood raised his head and looked at the tribulation lightning that was gradually forming. His eyes flashed with an almost crazy color.

He can't die.

He told himself in his heart.

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

These were all things that countless ancestors had accumulated from their flesh and blood.

How could such a thing be defeated by him?

As he thought this, his stooped body was once again straightened up by him.

"Again!"

He let out a furious roar, and the dejected aura around his body shook abruptly. The remaining five evil dragons wrapped around his body again, and the blood-colored sword intent wrapped around him like a tidal wave.

Boom!

The fourth tribulation lightning finally descended at that time.

The earth trembled even more violently. At that time, some disciples with weaker cultivation barely managed to stand on their own feet and fell to the ground one after another.

As the center of the lightning tribulation, Sikong Bai's body trembled under the terrifying might of the lightning tribulation.

However, the old man stubbornly held the sword in his hand and pointed it straight at the dome.

I can't lose!

As he thought, so did he.

The body of the evil dragon that he had summoned began to slacken, and it was obvious that it was no longer able to withstand this terrifying power. Sikong Bai's body gradually turned red. The blood vessels beneath his cortex began to rupture. Traces of blood flowed out from his cortex, dyeing his entire body red.

Another two evil dragons were reduced to ashes under the lightning tribulation.

The aura around Sikong Bai once again weakened. Only three of the seven sword-intent evil dragons he summoned remained. After experiencing the baptism of heavenly lightning, the aura around the evil dragon was as weak as his.

The Heavenly Tribulation did not intend to let them off. The fifth bolt of Heavenly Lightning descended at the instant the fourth bolt of Heavenly Lightning stopped.

At that moment, everyone's hearts were pulled. Even Xu Han, who had seen Sikong Bai's abnormal state, felt his heart tremble. He knew very well that Sikong Bai could not die. Once he died, the Linglong Pavilion would definitely fall and scatter. After that, people like Fang Ziyu, Qin Keqing, Song Yueming, and the others would not dare to imagine what their fate would be like.

The fifth bolt of heavenly lightning scattered the last three evil dragons of Sikong Bai.

The last ancestor of the Exquisite Pavilion had finally come to a dead end.

The sixth and final bolt of heavenly thunder had already begun to brew.

Its momentum was vast enough to turn the entire Exquisite Pavilion into ashes.

Things seemed to be much more troublesome than he had imagined.

The distant Ning Zhumang also frowned at that time. Sikong Bai could not withstand this final heavenly tribulation.

Whether he was willing to admit it or not, that was the truth.

A cruel question was placed in front of him. When the heavenly tribulation descended, Sikong Bai 's body fell. The remaining might of the heavenly lightning was enough to destroy half of the Chongju Peak.

Naturally, he couldn't watch such a thing happen.

Thus, the Sect Leader's eyebrows sank at that time. He gritted his teeth and looked at the people beside him.

"Quickly go, dismiss the disciples and leave Chongju Peak!" He said calmly.

"No!" Ding Jingcheng, who was at the side, immediately voiced his objection when he heard this.

"Why not?" Ning Zhumang frowned, his eyes filled with hostility. Obviously, he had lost patience with Ding Jingcheng, who had to go against him at this critical juncture.

"Martial Uncle Sikong is resisting the heavenly tribulation at the most critical moment. If we leave, we will definitely shake his dao heart. Only by staying behind and resisting together will he be able to feel the determination of our Linglong Pavilion. Only then will he be able to survive this heavenly tribulation!" Ding Jingcheng said.

"Bastard!" Ning Zhumang was instantly enraged when he heard this. He waved his long sleeve and scolded angrily. "Don't you see if Elder Sikong can survive this heavenly tribulation?"

"It's precisely because we can see that that's why our juniors want to advance and retreat with him." Qing Ruxi stood up and said to Ning Zhumang.

"If Sect Leader Ning is greedy and fearful of death, he can leave first. We will accompany Elder Sikong here." Elder Hong, who was on the Great Reverie Peak, also stood up and said resolutely.

"If that's the case, if Elder Sikong fails to cross the tribulation, then Chongju Peak will be finished, and Linglong's thousand-year foundation will be finished!" Ning Zhumang did not expect that his decision would attract the dissatisfaction of many elders and deacons. He had no choice but to suppress the hostility in his heart and said in a deep voice.

"Once Elder Sikong fails to cross the tribulation, the demise of our Exquisite Pavilion will be a matter of time. It's better to take a risk than to do so. If we succeed, we will be proud of each other. If we lose, we will simply go to the Nine Springs to apologize to our ancestors. Why not?" Ding Jingcheng's skinny body stood upright at that time. As he said this, a fanatical expression flashed on his face.

"Ding Jingcheng! Do you want to drag the lives of tens of thousands of disciples of my Zhongju Peak to accompany Sikong Bai to his grave?" Ning Zhumang was furious to the extreme.

The elders and deacons in front of them had clearly lost their minds. They had been trapped in the glory of the world's number one sect of the Exquisite Pavilion for far too long.

They had long forgotten the original intention of the Linglong Pavilion to establish a sect, and they could no longer let go of such glory. For this reason, they were even willing to risk their own lives and the lives of all the Linglong Pavilion disciples.

"These disciples have enjoyed the glory brought to them by the Exquisite Pavilion since they entered the sect. They have nurtured their troops for a thousand days. Isn't it time for them to die for the sect?" Ding Jingcheng responded as expected.

At that time, most of the elders and deacons knelt down and willingly faced Ning Zhumang.

Ning Zhumang silently looked at the surrounding elders and deacons.

Many words flashed through his mind, such as leaving a green mountain without worrying about firewood burning, but these words were so pale in the eyes of the crowd at this moment, under the almost crazy expression.

Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but wonder if he was too weak, or if the world was drunk and I woke up alone…

Boom!

The muffled thunder grew louder and louder.

As for Sikong Bai 's aura, it became even more dispirited. He clearly no longer had the ability to fight.

Ning Zhumang turned his head to look at the young faces beneath him, looking at their terrified expressions.

This was wrong!

He suddenly came to his senses.

No one should pay for the karmic fruits of the Linglong Pavilion. Even if they did, it was not the turn of these young disciples.

The reason why the Linglong Pavilion set up its ancestral teachings and allowed every sect leader to fall into the hands of the Xuanhe Peak was to remind future generations that the Linglong Pavilion's founding was for the sake of saving the world.

In the long years, too many people lost themselves in the so-called glory of number one under the heavens.

Today, even if he used the lives of these disciples to survive the Linglong Pavilion, in a sense, the inheritance of the Linglong Pavilion had long since been cut off. What was left was only a sect chasing after fame and fortune, and it had nothing to do with the sect established by the sages of the past.

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

"Pass on my name. The disciples of the three peaks quickly descend the mountain and gather outside the mountain gate to wait for the transfer order. The other elders and deacons are responsible for arranging the dispatch of disciples. If they dare not comply, the sect rules will be abolished and their cultivation will be expelled from the mountain gate!" Ning Zhumang said. The majestic aura around him suddenly spread out, and at some unknown time, he already held the River Seal that represented the highest authority of the Exquisite Pavilion in his hand.

"Ning Zhumang!" Ding Jingcheng and the others were stunned when they saw this, and Ding Jingcheng's expression changed drastically. He pointed at Ning Zhumang and shouted angrily, "You are doing this to kill my Linglong Pavilion. Aren't you afraid of losing face to the ancestors under the spring?"

Before Ning Zhumang could respond to his words, a cold sword intent whistled towards Ding Jingcheng's body with lightning momentum.

At that time, the Sword Hall Elder's face darkened and his body trembled as if he had been heavily injured.

He pretended to be stunned, only to see Zhong Changhen standing behind him in red.

"Bell" He struggled to squeeze out a sound line from his throat, but just as he spoke, his head tilted and he fell to the ground.

When the surrounding people saw this, their faces turned cold. They could clearly see that in that instant, Ding Jingcheng's meridians were completely broken and his cultivation base was in vain.

"The order of the Sect Leader is heavier than Mount Tai. Whoever dares not obey him is like this person!" Zhong Changhen's cold voice sounded at that time.

The expressions of the people who were still clamoring to die with Sikong Bai changed at that time. What they wanted was the lives of tens of thousands of disciples, hoping that Sikong Bai could become an Earthly Immortal Realm cultivator. In the final analysis, it was for the glory of being the number one in the world. And if they didn't have this lifetime of cultivation, it would be Sikong's lucky success. What kind of fortuitous encounters could they have?

Therefore, at this moment, they all stood up one by one with ashen faces, helped Ding Jingcheng, who had fainted, and began to evacuate the disciples on the Lifting Chongju Peak according to Ning Zhumang's instructions.

At that time, Ning Zhumang looked at Zhong Changhen gratefully and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother." He cupped his hands and said.

Zhong Changhen shook his head at that moment. He looked at the departing elders and deacons with a deep gaze and let out a long sigh.

"Linglong Pavilion is finished."

He said.

Boom!

A muffled thunder rang out in the sky.

The sixth lightning tribulation finally descended at that time.

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