Chapter 6808 The body is crumbling

When the sect leader struggled to stand in front of the white-haired old man, his body was shaky and the pain almost made him unable to support himself. However, the firmness and loyalty in his heart allowed him to stand up straight and face the old man who had betrayed the sect.

"Do you think you can destroy our faith?" Although the sect master's voice was weak, it was full of determination and unyielding: "The sect's will will not be destroyed by a traitor like you."

The white-haired old man's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he smiled contemptuously: "Faith? That's just the wild imagination of a group of ants."

The sect master's face was pale, but his eyes were as solid as stone: "Your selfish desires will destroy everything, but we will rebuild."

The white-haired old man looked at the sect leader mockingly and said coldly: "This sect has reached its end, and you are still immersed in ignorance."

The sect leader gritted his teeth and waved his arms feebly: "I won't let you succeed." Although he was scarred, the belief in his heart was indestructible.

The white-haired old man sneered: "You can't even struggle now." His voice was full of ridicule and disdain.

The sect leader knelt down weakly, but his eyes still shone with determination: "The future of our sect will not be yours."

Although the sect leader was seriously injured, he did not flinch at all and still stood tenaciously in front of the white-haired old man. Although he was covered in wounds and his expression was painful, his eyes were burning with unyielding heavenly fire.

"You can never destroy the faith of the sect." Although the sect leader's voice was weak, it was full of determination: "The spirit of the sect will always live in our hearts."

The white-haired old man glanced at the sect master with indifferent eyes, as if looking at an insignificant existence: "Your stupid belief will only make you weaker."

The sect leader struggled to stand up, his body swaying unsteadily, but he still insisted on his belief: "We will survive all this and rebuild the sect. It will not be destroyed by you."

The white-haired old man sneered: "The dying struggle can only be in vain. You can no longer reverse this fate."

The sect leader gritted his teeth with difficulty. Although his body was exhausted, his inner belief was indestructible: "The sect's will will not collapse because of your selfishness."

The white-haired old man looked at the sect leader indifferently: "You are the root of this sect's fragility, and I will completely destroy you."

The sect leader sat down on the ground helplessly, but his eyes flashed with infinite loyalty to the sect: "No matter what you do, the future of the sect will not belong to you."

At the moment when the fierce battle was about to reach its limit, a mysterious figure shrouded in immortal energy appeared in the sky of Xinglong Sect. This old man was dressed in white and had an aloof temperament. There was an awe-inspiring mysterious aura between his brows. .

The eyes of the white-haired old man Wang Xuewen condensed slightly, and he looked at the immortal old man in the sky, a person he had been close friends with for many years, and also the target of his betrayal.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, is it you?" Wang Xuewen's voice was full of surprise and doubt: "How could you be here?"

Jiuxiao Changkong looked calm, and his voice was full of helplessness and strength: "Xue Wen, your betrayal has caused chaos in this world. You have forgotten your beliefs and vows."

Wang Xuewen's expression changed slightly, and he tried his best to hide his inner uneasiness: "I did not betray, I just pursued greater power."

"You were once the most steadfast among us, but when your selfish desires spread, you chose to rebel." Jiuxiao Changkong's tone was calm: "Your selfishness destroyed you and the sect."

A trace of regret flashed in Wang Xuewen's eyes, and he took a deep breath: "Yes, I was wrong, but everything is irreversible."

"No, it's never too late for anything." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was full of helplessness: "I'm not here to punish you, but I hope you can repent."

Wang Xuewen fell into silence, his heart was in turmoil, and he could not face his past mistakes.

"You were once our friend, and we have been waiting for your return." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was powerful: "You can choose again and save your sect."

Wang Xuewen's expression instantly became distorted and fierce, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with anger and fear, as if he had been touched by a long-hidden pain.

"You, Jiuxiao Changkong, don't bother me again!" Wang Xuewen's voice was full of majesty and unquestionable: "You are like those stupid people, you only know the power to restrain me."

Jiuxiao Changkong's expression was still calm, but there was regret in his eyes: "Xue Wen, you were blinded by power. You were once the best among us."

A sneer appeared on Wang Xuewen's face: "Excellent? That's just your self-righteousness! I'm just pursuing more powerful power."

"Power is not everything." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was filled with sadness: "Your selfish desires destroyed the sect and destroyed our friendship."

Wang Xuewen's eyes became gloomy and vicious: "The sect has long been corrupted, but you are still stubborn about it."

"We just hope you can look back." Jiuxiao Changkong said calmly: "The sect still needs you."

When the sect leader struggled to stand in front of the white-haired old man, his body was shaky and the pain almost made him unable to support it. However, the firmness and loyalty in his heart allowed him to stand up straight and face the old man who had betrayed the sect.

"Do you think you can destroy our faith?" Although the sect master's voice was weak, it was full of determination and unyielding: "The sect's will will not be destroyed by a traitor like you."

The white-haired old man's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he smiled contemptuously: "Faith? That's just the fantasy of a group of ants."

The sect master's face was pale, but his eyes were as solid as stone: "Your selfish desires will destroy everything, but we will rebuild."

The white-haired old man looked at the sect leader mockingly and said coldly: "This sect has reached its end, and you are still immersed in ignorance."

The sect leader gritted his teeth and waved his arms feebly: "I won't let you succeed." Although he was scarred, the belief in his heart was indestructible.

The white-haired old man sneered: "You can't even struggle now." His voice was full of ridicule and disdain.

The sect leader knelt down weakly, but his eyes still flashed with determination: "The future of the sect will not be yours."

Although the sect leader was seriously injured, he did not flinch at all and still stood tenaciously in front of the white-haired old man. Although he was covered in wounds and his expression was painful, his eyes were burning with unyielding heavenly fire.

"You can never destroy the faith of the sect." Although the sect leader's voice was weak, it was full of determination: "The spirit of the sect will always live in our hearts."

The white-haired old man glanced at the sect master with indifferent eyes, as if looking at an insignificant existence: "Your stupid belief will only make you weaker."

The sect leader struggled to stand up, his body swaying unsteadily, but he still insisted on his belief: "We will survive all this and rebuild the sect. It will not be destroyed by you."

The white-haired old man sneered: "The dying struggle can only be in vain. You can no longer reverse this fate."

The sect leader gritted his teeth with difficulty. Although his body was exhausted, his inner belief was indestructible: "The sect's will will not collapse because of your selfishness."

The white-haired old man looked at the sect leader indifferently: "You are the root of this sect's fragility, and I will completely destroy you."

The sect leader sat down on the ground helplessly, but his eyes flashed with infinite loyalty to the sect: "No matter what you do, the future of the sect will not belong to you."

At the moment when the fierce battle was about to reach its limit, a mysterious figure shrouded in immortal energy appeared in the sky of Xinglong Sect. This old man was dressed in white and had an aloof temperament. There was an awe-inspiring mysterious aura between his brows. .

The eyes of the white-haired old man Wang Xuewen condensed slightly, and he looked at the immortal old man in the sky, a person he had been close friends with for many years, and also the target of his betrayal.

"Jiuxiao Changkong, is it you?" Wang Xuewen's voice was full of surprise and doubt: "How could you be here?"

Jiuxiao Changkong looked calm, and his voice was full of helplessness and strength: "Xue Wen, your betrayal has caused chaos in this world. You have forgotten your beliefs and vows."

Wang Xuewen's expression changed slightly, and he tried his best to hide his inner uneasiness: "I did not betray, I just pursued greater power."

"You were once the most steadfast among us, but when your selfish desires spread, you chose to rebel." Jiuxiao Changkong's tone was calm: "Your selfishness destroyed you and the sect."

A trace of regret flashed in Wang Xuewen's eyes, and he took a deep breath: "Yes, I was wrong, but everything is irreversible."

"No, it's never too late." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was full of helplessness: "I'm not here to punish you, but I hope you can repent."

Wang Xuewen fell into silence, his heart was in turmoil, and he could not face his past mistakes.

"You were once our friend, and we have been waiting for your return." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was powerful: "You can choose again and save your sect."

Wang Xuewen's expression instantly became distorted and fierce, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with anger and fear, as if he had been touched by a long-hidden pain.

"You, Jiuxiao Changkong, don't bother me again!" Wang Xuewen's voice was full of majesty and unquestionable: "You are like those stupid people, you only know the power to restrain me."

Jiuxiao Changkong's expression was still calm, but there was regret in his eyes: "Xue Wen, you were blinded by power. You were once the best among us."

A sneer appeared on Wang Xuewen's face: "Excellent? That's just your self-righteousness! I'm just pursuing more powerful power."

"Power is not everything." Jiuxiao Changkong's voice was filled with sadness: "Your selfish desires destroyed the sect and destroyed our friendship."

Wang Xuewen's eyes became gloomy and vicious: "The sect has long been corrupted, but you are still stubborn about it."

"We just hope you can look back." Jiuxiao Changkong said calmly: "The sect still needs you."