The injury on his chest recovered, and Pei Ling's aura began to decline. Seeing the opponent's sword attacking, he could not think too much, and the Nine Soul Sword cut through the void and immediately slashed over.
brush!
The ink-colored blade, which was as cold as a star, slashed across the sword cultivator's body, but it seemed to pass through the air without any obstacle.
At the same time, Senhan was pressing his face and the flying sword had already landed less than an inch between Pei Ling's eyebrows.
The sharp sword edge made Pei Ling's hair stand upside down.
clang!
At the critical moment, a blood-colored sword energy appeared out of thin air, barely shaking the flying sword a little.
puff!
Pei Ling's head tilted, and a sword mark with skin and flesh blooming was drawn on his face.
He was about to fight back when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his back.
Bang!!
Pei Ling was immediately blown backwards, his body was still in mid-air, and the Five Ghosts Tianluo Die immediately turned into a chaotic shadow. After twisting rapidly for a few times, he landed steadily.
Holding the heart-wrenching pain behind her back, Pei Ling looked up and saw that there were not only sword cultivators in the room, but also a monk in feathered clothes and bamboo crowns.
Its breath is clear and flexible, its magic power is as surging as the rise and fall of the tide. It holds a snow-white whisk in hand, its eyes are burning, and it is chaotic, and it is staring at him coldly.
It is the road of Jiuyi Mountain!
Pei Ling was confused. He did not respond to the knock on the door just now, but the sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect inexplicably broke in. This time, there was no sound of knocking on the door. How did this cultivator from Jiuyi Mountain come in?
Moreover, he was attacked just now and didn't have time to get up. He lay on the bed, but was hit behind his back...
The situation is wrong!
Before Pei Ling could think carefully, a cold, yet very familiar voice suddenly resounded in Pei Ling's ears.
Certainly!
Pei Ling's body suddenly felt like it was frozen in an instant, freezing on the spot, unable to move his fingertips at all.
Suddenly, a series of monks appeared in the room. Their aura was surging and unrestrained, all of which were in harmony with the Tao, with different temperaments, cold, fierce, bright, majestic, graceful, iron-blooded, free and romantic, dull... The costumes were also all kinds, and their cold eyes fell on Pei Ling in unison.
A clear light flashed in the air, and the sword cultivator's flying sword suddenly slashed out!
The Hedao from Jiuyi Mountain also took action. He raised his hand and pointed, and a towering mountain appeared out of nowhere, roaring down at Pei Ling.
The other monks of Taoism did not hesitate anymore. For a moment, various magic tricks roared out, rolling towards Pei Ling like a storm.
For a moment, the room was changing, and the sea of blood was surging and the mountains were filled with corpses. Then the green mountains were towering, flowers and rain were falling, and then the soldiers and iron horses, and the sound of killing shocked the clouds... It was bizarre and colorful.
The majestic momentum and powerful power roared across the room.
Pei Ling felt that he was as if he was trapped in an endless quagmire, with endless magic roaring from all directions, like mountains and waves, pounced on him in front of him, unable to dodge and unable to compete with him...
The breath of death suddenly rose, and the strong sense of suffocation quickly submerged him like a flood. Not to mention that he was not really a Taoist, but even a real Taoist monk came over, there was only a situation where he died and died at this moment!
Pei Ling shouted suddenly, and runes rose and intertwined in his eyes, and the magical power of resentment!
Suddenly, hatred from all directions seemed to flow backwards like a surging rivers and seas, pouring into his body continuously. Without any hesitation, Pei Ling cast the curse of Everlasting Sorrow again. Suddenly, the aura that had just recovered from his injuries surged again!
Even though it is already a life-and-death situation, he still wants to fight for the last glimmer of hope!
At this time, a pale and cold palm suddenly rested on Pei Ling's right shoulder.
Pei Ling had just broken free from the constraints of his body and was pulled back in an instant.
There was no sound or movement, but Pei Ling felt as if he had suddenly escaped from the mud and fell into a dark and cold deep water.
All the magic that blasted at him disappeared.
A cold and gentle voice exploded in his ears like thunder: Break!
The next moment, Pei Ling felt that he was suddenly pulled out of the bottom of the water.
He woke up instantly and looked closely, but saw that he was sitting in the lobby, holding a coarse pottery bowl in his hand, the bowl was empty, and he had just finished drinking the soul wine.
A slender and fair arm stretched out from the darkness behind him, pressing on his shoulders. Judging from the details of his sleeves and fingers, it was Su Xirou!
The darkness was surging like a rising tide, and endless fighting sounds came from the inside. The sword energy roared and the flower branches were floating. The sword intention, sword intention, and Taoist rhyme were intertwined, and the light of various magic tricks came one after another. However, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen both took action and were already fighting with the monks of the nine major sects in the lobby.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately understood that everything just now was a illusion!
He quickly glanced around his eyes, but saw that his robe was damaged, covered with scars, and the bloody aura lingered on the wound, making the body unable to heal itself, and behind him was even more bloody and bloody, which was deep enough to see the bones. All the injuries suffered in the illusion were brought to reality!
The darkness is getting richer and tighter, and he is about to swallow him completely. Time has only passed a few breaths!
Pei Ling didn't have time to think too much, so he immediately took out a handful of top healing pills and swallowed them into his mouth.
The medicinal power had not yet been dissolved, Su Xirou pressed her arm on Pei Ling's shoulder and suddenly used force, grabbed his body and fled backwards.
Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: Wait!Senior Meng and Senior Huan…
There are too many monks from the nine major sects in the lobby. Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen cannot stop so many people!
Su Xirou's escape speed did not decrease at all, and she replied without thinking: Don't worry about them, they are willing to die for you!
Pei Ling: ???
Just as the two of them transmitted their voices, a row of blood-colored bone walls suddenly rose in front of them.
This wall is built purely with human bones, with human bones ranging from big to small, and even slender legs as thin as babies. The patchwork is tightly patched. In the gap, countless blood flows, emitting gray-black resentment, completely blocking the way out.
Su Xirou pressed Pei Ling's shoulder with one hand and quickly made the magic trick with the other hand.
Suddenly, the void torn apart, eight huge corpse arms stretched out from it, and the corpse hands curled into a fist, slamming hard at the blood-colored bone wall.
boom!!!
A hole was immediately smashed into a blood-colored bone wall, and the way to go appeared again.
Su Xirou's escape technique was used to the extreme at this moment, and she forced Pei Ling to rush out of the lobby in an instant.
A deep corridor appeared in front of them.
There are all closed doors on both sides of the corridor. Looking around, there are hundreds of rooms, old and silent, and numerous.
It is very different from the lobby that is full of dangers and crowded. When you step onto the corridor, all the noises quickly fade away. This place is as quiet as a night, without any sound or any vitality.
In the darkness, the monk's eyes could clearly see the traces of dust flying.
The unique aura of the nine major sects was heard from the dead houses, and it was obvious that almost all had residents.
...This scene is exactly the same as what Pei Ling saw in the illusion just now!
As soon as the two of them landed, Su Xirou kept pressing Pei Ling's arm on her shoulders, suddenly loosened, and then fell to the side.
Pei Ling quickly held him up, but saw that Su Xirou's mysterious shirt was wet, all soaked in blood. The turmeric skirt inside was almost turned brown, and her breath was extremely weak.
brush!
The ink-colored blade, which was as cold as a star, slashed across the sword cultivator's body, but it seemed to pass through the air without any obstacle.
At the same time, Senhan was pressing his face and the flying sword had already landed less than an inch between Pei Ling's eyebrows.
The sharp sword edge made Pei Ling's hair stand upside down.
clang!
At the critical moment, a blood-colored sword energy appeared out of thin air, barely shaking the flying sword a little.
puff!
Pei Ling's head tilted, and a sword mark with skin and flesh blooming was drawn on his face.
He was about to fight back when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his back.
Bang!!
Pei Ling was immediately blown backwards, his body was still in mid-air, and the Five Ghosts Tianluo Die immediately turned into a chaotic shadow. After twisting rapidly for a few times, he landed steadily.
Holding the heart-wrenching pain behind her back, Pei Ling looked up and saw that there were not only sword cultivators in the room, but also a monk in feathered clothes and bamboo crowns.
Its breath is clear and flexible, its magic power is as surging as the rise and fall of the tide. It holds a snow-white whisk in hand, its eyes are burning, and it is chaotic, and it is staring at him coldly.
It is the road of Jiuyi Mountain!
Pei Ling was confused. He did not respond to the knock on the door just now, but the sword cultivator of Han An Sword Sect inexplicably broke in. This time, there was no sound of knocking on the door. How did this cultivator from Jiuyi Mountain come in?
Moreover, he was attacked just now and didn't have time to get up. He lay on the bed, but was hit behind his back...
The situation is wrong!
Before Pei Ling could think carefully, a cold, yet very familiar voice suddenly resounded in Pei Ling's ears.
Certainly!
Pei Ling's body suddenly felt like it was frozen in an instant, freezing on the spot, unable to move his fingertips at all.
Suddenly, a series of monks appeared in the room. Their aura was surging and unrestrained, all of which were in harmony with the Tao, with different temperaments, cold, fierce, bright, majestic, graceful, iron-blooded, free and romantic, dull... The costumes were also all kinds, and their cold eyes fell on Pei Ling in unison.
A clear light flashed in the air, and the sword cultivator's flying sword suddenly slashed out!
The Hedao from Jiuyi Mountain also took action. He raised his hand and pointed, and a towering mountain appeared out of nowhere, roaring down at Pei Ling.
The other monks of Taoism did not hesitate anymore. For a moment, various magic tricks roared out, rolling towards Pei Ling like a storm.
For a moment, the room was changing, and the sea of blood was surging and the mountains were filled with corpses. Then the green mountains were towering, flowers and rain were falling, and then the soldiers and iron horses, and the sound of killing shocked the clouds... It was bizarre and colorful.
The majestic momentum and powerful power roared across the room.
Pei Ling felt that he was as if he was trapped in an endless quagmire, with endless magic roaring from all directions, like mountains and waves, pounced on him in front of him, unable to dodge and unable to compete with him...
The breath of death suddenly rose, and the strong sense of suffocation quickly submerged him like a flood. Not to mention that he was not really a Taoist, but even a real Taoist monk came over, there was only a situation where he died and died at this moment!
Pei Ling shouted suddenly, and runes rose and intertwined in his eyes, and the magical power of resentment!
Suddenly, hatred from all directions seemed to flow backwards like a surging rivers and seas, pouring into his body continuously. Without any hesitation, Pei Ling cast the curse of Everlasting Sorrow again. Suddenly, the aura that had just recovered from his injuries surged again!
Even though it is already a life-and-death situation, he still wants to fight for the last glimmer of hope!
At this time, a pale and cold palm suddenly rested on Pei Ling's right shoulder.
Pei Ling had just broken free from the constraints of his body and was pulled back in an instant.
There was no sound or movement, but Pei Ling felt as if he had suddenly escaped from the mud and fell into a dark and cold deep water.
All the magic that blasted at him disappeared.
A cold and gentle voice exploded in his ears like thunder: Break!
The next moment, Pei Ling felt that he was suddenly pulled out of the bottom of the water.
He woke up instantly and looked closely, but saw that he was sitting in the lobby, holding a coarse pottery bowl in his hand, the bowl was empty, and he had just finished drinking the soul wine.
A slender and fair arm stretched out from the darkness behind him, pressing on his shoulders. Judging from the details of his sleeves and fingers, it was Su Xirou!
The darkness was surging like a rising tide, and endless fighting sounds came from the inside. The sword energy roared and the flower branches were floating. The sword intention, sword intention, and Taoist rhyme were intertwined, and the light of various magic tricks came one after another. However, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen both took action and were already fighting with the monks of the nine major sects in the lobby.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately understood that everything just now was a illusion!
He quickly glanced around his eyes, but saw that his robe was damaged, covered with scars, and the bloody aura lingered on the wound, making the body unable to heal itself, and behind him was even more bloody and bloody, which was deep enough to see the bones. All the injuries suffered in the illusion were brought to reality!
The darkness is getting richer and tighter, and he is about to swallow him completely. Time has only passed a few breaths!
Pei Ling didn't have time to think too much, so he immediately took out a handful of top healing pills and swallowed them into his mouth.
The medicinal power had not yet been dissolved, Su Xirou pressed her arm on Pei Ling's shoulder and suddenly used force, grabbed his body and fled backwards.
Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: Wait!Senior Meng and Senior Huan…
There are too many monks from the nine major sects in the lobby. Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen cannot stop so many people!
Su Xirou's escape speed did not decrease at all, and she replied without thinking: Don't worry about them, they are willing to die for you!
Pei Ling: ???
Just as the two of them transmitted their voices, a row of blood-colored bone walls suddenly rose in front of them.
This wall is built purely with human bones, with human bones ranging from big to small, and even slender legs as thin as babies. The patchwork is tightly patched. In the gap, countless blood flows, emitting gray-black resentment, completely blocking the way out.
Su Xirou pressed Pei Ling's shoulder with one hand and quickly made the magic trick with the other hand.
Suddenly, the void torn apart, eight huge corpse arms stretched out from it, and the corpse hands curled into a fist, slamming hard at the blood-colored bone wall.
boom!!!
A hole was immediately smashed into a blood-colored bone wall, and the way to go appeared again.
Su Xirou's escape technique was used to the extreme at this moment, and she forced Pei Ling to rush out of the lobby in an instant.
A deep corridor appeared in front of them.
There are all closed doors on both sides of the corridor. Looking around, there are hundreds of rooms, old and silent, and numerous.
It is very different from the lobby that is full of dangers and crowded. When you step onto the corridor, all the noises quickly fade away. This place is as quiet as a night, without any sound or any vitality.
In the darkness, the monk's eyes could clearly see the traces of dust flying.
The unique aura of the nine major sects was heard from the dead houses, and it was obvious that almost all had residents.
...This scene is exactly the same as what Pei Ling saw in the illusion just now!
As soon as the two of them landed, Su Xirou kept pressing Pei Ling's arm on her shoulders, suddenly loosened, and then fell to the side.
Pei Ling quickly held him up, but saw that Su Xirou's mysterious shirt was wet, all soaked in blood. The turmeric skirt inside was almost turned brown, and her breath was extremely weak.
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