Next, Pei Ling came to the dead and dim corridor, used the secret record of the Eclipse Sun and deceived the law, and entered the room of a monk from Jiuyi Mountain to perform the Great Dream of the Underworld...
Repeat again and again, reincarnation again and again.
I don’t know how many illusions I’ve experienced, and how many lobbies I’ve returned to... Finally, once, I sat back to the table and looked around. Pei Ling found that there were only him, Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen in the entire lobby.
He has solved all the monks of the nine major sects who were almost packed!
At this time, because he absorbed too many fates, Pei Ling's mind was very confused. Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion that he had swallowed so many fates of Taoist monks, so he did not feel that his cultivation level had increased much.
Tag.
The man in black robe brought the soul wine up, and Pei Ling immediately raised his hand and picked up one of the bowls, slapped his head and drank it all.
In the coldness of the blade, a stream of warmth spread into the limbs and bones.
Pei Ling felt that his condition had been greatly relieved.
He put down the wine bowl and briefly said to Su Xirou and the other two: Go back to the room to rest.
As he said that, Pei Ling stood up and walked towards the back of the lobby.
Su Xirou and the other two had already drunk all their soul wine, and immediately followed when they saw this.
After walking a few steps, Su Xirou suddenly transmitted a voice message and said: It's a bit strange.
We have just walked into the inn, but we feel like we have been in this inn for a long time.
Before Pei Ling could say anything, Meng Hongxuan also sent a message: I also have a similar feeling.
Junior, be careful.
The sword blade in Huan Yunzhen's eyes floated and flew away in a flash, and the same voice was transmitted: My sword heart also has similar sensations.
Listening to their words, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that except for him, Su Xirou and the other two could not remember everything that happened in the illusion before.
He asked calmly: How long do you think it has passed?
Su Xirou said: It's almost half a month.
Meng Hongxuan sent a message: About fifteen days.
Huan Yunzhen's expression was cold and she wanted to say it for half a month, but seeing that Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan had already spoken, she nodded slightly and never spoke.
Half a month?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. He had reincarnated too many times in the illusion, and with so many death impacts from the Taoist monks, he was very vague about the time during this period.
But at this moment, Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan both said so, and Huan Yunzhen also agreed to this time, so it would be basically impossible to be wrong!
The rule of the ninth station is to live for half a month, but now it is almost half a month!
very good!
It seems that the key to passing this ninth post station is to solve all the Taoist monks!
He will immediately get the fortune left to him by the spell!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling said: After tonight, I may leave here.
Please prepare for three seniors. By then, leave with me and return to the road!
Su Xirou and the other two looked solemn, nodded slightly, and said in unison: OK!
While speaking, they had already walked out of the lobby and stepped onto a dead and dark corridor.
The corridor is deep, with doors on both sides and many houses.
At this moment, all the houses were empty and had no breath, but they were uninhabited.
Pei Ling chose a random room and walked into it alone.
Now, he was extremely tired and needed a good rest by himself, so he didn't call Su Xirou with him.
The room was simple and spacious, and this scene was already very familiar to Pei Ling.
He walked directly to the bed and lay down.
Peace, tranquility, nourishment... It surges like a tide, and the warm and comfortable feeling penetrates into the bone marrow, nourishing his soul bit by bit.
Pei Ling fell asleep quickly.
The room was quiet, as quiet as death, as confused as night, and in peace, there was an indescribable weirdness.
...I don't know how long it took, a dull knock on the door sounded.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
Pei Ling suddenly woke up, but did not open his eyes, and said without hesitation: No see!
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
The knock on the door was getting closer and closer, and the source of the sound continued to move upward. Pei Ling felt that the room seemed to be gradually transforming into a coffin.
An obscure and hoarse voice came in: When he counted to nine, he opened his eyes.
Hearing this voice, Pei Ling immediately knew that it was the man in black.
When the other party comes over, it means that he has successfully passed this ninth post!
It's finally over!
one.
two.
three……
His hoarse voice began to count, and at the same time, Pei Ling felt that the coffin he was in was dragged up and pulled it in a certain direction.
Four.
five.
six……
After moving a distance, the coffin finally stopped.
Click.
After a sound, the lid of the coffin was opened, a ray of skylight shone into the coffin, and the man in black robe slowly reported the last number: Nine!
Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. Before he could even look at the surrounding environment, he saw a dark and silent figure floating face to face above him.
He still kept his hands in his sleeves, and every inch of his body, including his hair, was covered tightly by a black robe, making it difficult to distinguish between men, women, and young.
Under the hood, his eyes were faint, and his chest was not fluctuating, as if it was a stone or a branch, as if it was silent.
It is the man in black robe that every inn has!
Behind it, the coffin lid was covered tightly and not opened at all!
Before Pei Ling could react, a thin and flowing black silk thread suddenly extended from the man in the black robe, connecting it to Pei Ling.
Pei Ling was very familiar with this black line. This was the black line he saw before, the seed of the seed of creation connected with many Taoist monks!
He instantly felt that his cultivation, strength, life span... all began to flow into the black-robed man's body!
The next moment, the man in black robe seemed to have angered ink-colored lotus blooming, and black silk threads burst out, densely connected to Pei Ling's whole body.
His whole body exuded an obscure, cold and silent aura, which made Pei Ling feel a very strong sense of familiarity.
It is the seed of fortune!
As soon as this thought arose, Pei Ling heard a familiar obscure and hoarse voice coming from under his hood: You sow the cause, I will get the fruit!
In an instant, memories flowed into Pei Ling's mind like a flood like a flood...
He is Wei Duanju of Hanan Sword Sect, who flew with his sword and flew between mountains and valleys, slashed evil and demons, sharpened his sword heart, and climbed the peak of the sword path step by step; he is Liao Jingguan, his gray robe is radiated, his waist is suspended, and he walks barefoot in the world, exterminates creatures, slaughtering cities, and upholds this great righteousness of the world; he is Hong Yingshi, a Liu Vagrant Dynasty, who was born in a gentry family, studied hard since childhood, and after entering the Tao, he practiced day after day, practiced, did good deeds, and accumulated virtue... Finally, he was able to enter the Royal Inspectorate Academy to comprehend the supreme mystery accumulated by the Zhongkui family in the past lifetimes...
He was also Dou Shan of Jiuyi Mountain because of his dream. He had an excellent understanding since childhood. He worshipped under the head of Jiuyi Mountain. His practice speed has improved rapidly, amazed the world. With his wishes, he killed countless evil demons...
He was also Su Zhentian, who was begging for the will of the flowers, dancing swords among the streams, and learning the Dharma. He had cooked tea and treated guests among the spring flowers and autumn moons, discussing the truth with his sisters, and had also traveled thousands of miles, strolling through the dead of life and death several times. When the flowers passed by, the heads of the demon cultivator rolled, and the immortal figure gradually became majestic and cold...
Having already hit a similar method once, Pei Ling immediately became prepared and did not hesitate at all. Just as these memories just appeared in his mind, he immediately silently said in his heart: System, I want to practice, one-click hosting the Sun Eclipse Secret Record!
Repeat again and again, reincarnation again and again.
I don’t know how many illusions I’ve experienced, and how many lobbies I’ve returned to... Finally, once, I sat back to the table and looked around. Pei Ling found that there were only him, Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen in the entire lobby.
He has solved all the monks of the nine major sects who were almost packed!
At this time, because he absorbed too many fates, Pei Ling's mind was very confused. Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion that he had swallowed so many fates of Taoist monks, so he did not feel that his cultivation level had increased much.
Tag.
The man in black robe brought the soul wine up, and Pei Ling immediately raised his hand and picked up one of the bowls, slapped his head and drank it all.
In the coldness of the blade, a stream of warmth spread into the limbs and bones.
Pei Ling felt that his condition had been greatly relieved.
He put down the wine bowl and briefly said to Su Xirou and the other two: Go back to the room to rest.
As he said that, Pei Ling stood up and walked towards the back of the lobby.
Su Xirou and the other two had already drunk all their soul wine, and immediately followed when they saw this.
After walking a few steps, Su Xirou suddenly transmitted a voice message and said: It's a bit strange.
We have just walked into the inn, but we feel like we have been in this inn for a long time.
Before Pei Ling could say anything, Meng Hongxuan also sent a message: I also have a similar feeling.
Junior, be careful.
The sword blade in Huan Yunzhen's eyes floated and flew away in a flash, and the same voice was transmitted: My sword heart also has similar sensations.
Listening to their words, Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that except for him, Su Xirou and the other two could not remember everything that happened in the illusion before.
He asked calmly: How long do you think it has passed?
Su Xirou said: It's almost half a month.
Meng Hongxuan sent a message: About fifteen days.
Huan Yunzhen's expression was cold and she wanted to say it for half a month, but seeing that Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan had already spoken, she nodded slightly and never spoke.
Half a month?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. He had reincarnated too many times in the illusion, and with so many death impacts from the Taoist monks, he was very vague about the time during this period.
But at this moment, Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan both said so, and Huan Yunzhen also agreed to this time, so it would be basically impossible to be wrong!
The rule of the ninth station is to live for half a month, but now it is almost half a month!
very good!
It seems that the key to passing this ninth post station is to solve all the Taoist monks!
He will immediately get the fortune left to him by the spell!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling said: After tonight, I may leave here.
Please prepare for three seniors. By then, leave with me and return to the road!
Su Xirou and the other two looked solemn, nodded slightly, and said in unison: OK!
While speaking, they had already walked out of the lobby and stepped onto a dead and dark corridor.
The corridor is deep, with doors on both sides and many houses.
At this moment, all the houses were empty and had no breath, but they were uninhabited.
Pei Ling chose a random room and walked into it alone.
Now, he was extremely tired and needed a good rest by himself, so he didn't call Su Xirou with him.
The room was simple and spacious, and this scene was already very familiar to Pei Ling.
He walked directly to the bed and lay down.
Peace, tranquility, nourishment... It surges like a tide, and the warm and comfortable feeling penetrates into the bone marrow, nourishing his soul bit by bit.
Pei Ling fell asleep quickly.
The room was quiet, as quiet as death, as confused as night, and in peace, there was an indescribable weirdness.
...I don't know how long it took, a dull knock on the door sounded.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
Pei Ling suddenly woke up, but did not open his eyes, and said without hesitation: No see!
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
The knock on the door was getting closer and closer, and the source of the sound continued to move upward. Pei Ling felt that the room seemed to be gradually transforming into a coffin.
An obscure and hoarse voice came in: When he counted to nine, he opened his eyes.
Hearing this voice, Pei Ling immediately knew that it was the man in black.
When the other party comes over, it means that he has successfully passed this ninth post!
It's finally over!
one.
two.
three……
His hoarse voice began to count, and at the same time, Pei Ling felt that the coffin he was in was dragged up and pulled it in a certain direction.
Four.
five.
six……
After moving a distance, the coffin finally stopped.
Click.
After a sound, the lid of the coffin was opened, a ray of skylight shone into the coffin, and the man in black robe slowly reported the last number: Nine!
Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. Before he could even look at the surrounding environment, he saw a dark and silent figure floating face to face above him.
He still kept his hands in his sleeves, and every inch of his body, including his hair, was covered tightly by a black robe, making it difficult to distinguish between men, women, and young.
Under the hood, his eyes were faint, and his chest was not fluctuating, as if it was a stone or a branch, as if it was silent.
It is the man in black robe that every inn has!
Behind it, the coffin lid was covered tightly and not opened at all!
Before Pei Ling could react, a thin and flowing black silk thread suddenly extended from the man in the black robe, connecting it to Pei Ling.
Pei Ling was very familiar with this black line. This was the black line he saw before, the seed of the seed of creation connected with many Taoist monks!
He instantly felt that his cultivation, strength, life span... all began to flow into the black-robed man's body!
The next moment, the man in black robe seemed to have angered ink-colored lotus blooming, and black silk threads burst out, densely connected to Pei Ling's whole body.
His whole body exuded an obscure, cold and silent aura, which made Pei Ling feel a very strong sense of familiarity.
It is the seed of fortune!
As soon as this thought arose, Pei Ling heard a familiar obscure and hoarse voice coming from under his hood: You sow the cause, I will get the fruit!
In an instant, memories flowed into Pei Ling's mind like a flood like a flood...
He is Wei Duanju of Hanan Sword Sect, who flew with his sword and flew between mountains and valleys, slashed evil and demons, sharpened his sword heart, and climbed the peak of the sword path step by step; he is Liao Jingguan, his gray robe is radiated, his waist is suspended, and he walks barefoot in the world, exterminates creatures, slaughtering cities, and upholds this great righteousness of the world; he is Hong Yingshi, a Liu Vagrant Dynasty, who was born in a gentry family, studied hard since childhood, and after entering the Tao, he practiced day after day, practiced, did good deeds, and accumulated virtue... Finally, he was able to enter the Royal Inspectorate Academy to comprehend the supreme mystery accumulated by the Zhongkui family in the past lifetimes...
He was also Dou Shan of Jiuyi Mountain because of his dream. He had an excellent understanding since childhood. He worshipped under the head of Jiuyi Mountain. His practice speed has improved rapidly, amazed the world. With his wishes, he killed countless evil demons...
He was also Su Zhentian, who was begging for the will of the flowers, dancing swords among the streams, and learning the Dharma. He had cooked tea and treated guests among the spring flowers and autumn moons, discussing the truth with his sisters, and had also traveled thousands of miles, strolling through the dead of life and death several times. When the flowers passed by, the heads of the demon cultivator rolled, and the immortal figure gradually became majestic and cold...
Having already hit a similar method once, Pei Ling immediately became prepared and did not hesitate at all. Just as these memories just appeared in his mind, he immediately silently said in his heart: System, I want to practice, one-click hosting the Sun Eclipse Secret Record!
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