As expected, the Mahayana of the other eight major sects should use this method, Pei Ling did not continue to ask this immortal art, but sent a message again: Senior "Huaihou", I have one last question.
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly became extremely serious. Is the news delivered from the upper realm necessarily accurate?
As if he heard Pei Ling’s doubts, Huai Ho immediately replied: The news from the upper realm will only make mistakes in a very rare situation.
After all, some immortal ranks can know some things in advance...
You don't need to worry!
In the last chess game, the immortal road lead was not our human race, nor was it the monks of the nine sects. Only then would the chess game predicted by the upper realm change.
This time, you are from the human race under the rule of my Holy Sect and are also the Holy Son of my Holy Sect. Naturally, you are in line with the energy of my human race. The predictions of the upper realm will never happen!
Seeing that the ancestor said the truth, Pei Ling secretly felt relieved. According to the photos taken by Jiuyi Mountain, the last chess game of Fusheng was a battle of the prehistoric world.
The immortal road lead at that time was senior Hengxie, who was born in the Holy Sect. Later, the chess game failed. According to the rules of the chess game, the battle of the prehistoric times should have continued.
Therefore, in the shadow of the last chess game, it was a sign of great danger.
However, that chess game in the end was a successful ascension.
The chess game in the battle of the prehistoric times has not been continued, and it is not a sign of great danger.
Since the upper world has made a mistake in prediction once, this time, he naturally has to ask more clearly.
After pondering for a moment, Pei Ling immediately said: I understand, I am tired of seniors, and I will not disturb seniors’ practice.
In the blood-colored palace, I nodded gently: OK.
You can also practice quickly and master all the magic skills as soon as possible.
After talking to Huai Shou, Pei Ling looked at the bleak traces hanging down from the sky again, and suddenly sent a message of death and disaster: Two seniors, why didn’t Guisang come this time?
Death The voice of the words is cold and magnificent: The strange and sect will never come.
The disaster also sent a message: Guisang was one of the three great divine trees during his lifetime.
His path to becoming an immortal is different from all other creatures and even the dead.
Pei Ling was slightly surprised, but when he thought about it seriously, when he was talking to Gui Sang, the other party had never mentioned to him about asking for a place in the immortal path, but he had preconceived ideas and always thought so...
In addition, he had fought Xunmu several times in Qingyaoshan, and Xunmu was also not interested in the quota of immortal roads!
Yes, the immortal path of Fusheng chess game is to become an immortal through Jianmu.
Whether it is strange or searching for wood, they were one of the divine trees that were on par with Jianmu during the prehistoric times!
These two sacred trees should not be able to become immortals through the building of the wood!
However, Guisang used the curse to guard the inheritance and set the fruit of becoming an immortal for him. Since he was not a place in the immortal path, why did he make a cause with him at that time?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling turned his head to look at Yousu Tomb. His eyes instantly penetrated the mist of the dark sky, crossing thousands of mountains and vast seas, and immediately saw an island like a tomb in the dark deep sea.
The ink-colored thorns are like thick shadows, and the red and white roses bloom freely. The huge mulberry tree canopy covers the entire island. Under the sun, its branches and leaves are flourishing, and the leaves are stained with golden brilliance. It looks like flawless jade, plated with red gold, and is brilliant and luxurious, which is definitely not comparable to the ordinary Qihua Yao grass.
Purple-red mulberries are packed with embellishments in the canopy.
The sea breeze is vast and blowing from all directions, shaking the plants and trees, and swaying branches and leaves.
The giant mulberry stands quietly, its vitality is as bright as summer, and it is very different from the turret coldness on the island.
It seems that the main trunk of the giant mulberry is used as the boundary, and the islands hanging in the dark deep sea are like a world above and below.
Pei Ling directly sent a voice from the air and asked: Guisang, what do you want?
The next moment, above the giant mulberry, they opened their dense eyes in an instant and looked towards the direction of Lan Ke City. The deep sea seemed to feel something, and instantly, stormy waves were set off, countless sea tribes fled in panic, ink tides surged, giant vortexes emerged, mountains roared and tsunamis, and a thought arose!
On the tomb-like island, red and white roses are falling like rain.
The vibrant, vigorous and bright momentum just now was like a phantom, and it disappeared in an instant, and replaced by a bare trunk, with no branches or leaves, rolling ashes rising into the sky!
It seems that after such a long time, this piece of trunk is still burning, and huge black snow spreads out from its entire branches and splashes!
Looking at the true true nature of Guisang that she had never seen before, Pei Ling felt enlightened in his heart. This should be the true face of Guisang, the wreckage of the sacred wood Fusang!
The wreckage drifted like heavy snow, rolling ashes, falling into the sweet tomb, turning into black thorns, and then sucking the blood and bones buried deep underground, blooming red and white roses... Its voice sounded loudly, as if thunders were slashing: I want... the immortal profession at sunrise!
The immortal vocation at sunrise?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned, and then he soon understood that Xunmu was in charge of sunset, while Fusang was in charge of sunrise.
The strange Sang is transformed from the wreckage after the fall of Fusang. If he wants to become Fusang again, he must obtain the former immortal position of Fusang!
So, Pei Ling replied calmly: If I can get the immortal position of Sunrise after I become an immortal, I will consider handing it over to you.
However, once a decisive fruit and seeking the cause is not enough to be an immortal position!
Upon hearing this, Guisang seemed to have expected it and immediately said: You can offer any conditions!
Pei Ling said: The specific conditions will be discussed after I become an immortal.
The strange sound of the mulberry sounded like thunder: Yes!
Seeing Guisang agree, Pei Ling withdrew his gaze.
The trivial matters were almost done. He calmed down and was about to use the system to host the prehistoric language, but he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears: I am practicing the formlessness of the yin, please relax and be prepared.
Um?
The cathode has no phase?
Pei Ling was stunned. It was Su Zhentian’s senior Kong Meng!
Before he could react, he immediately felt that in the dark, there seemed to be a soft and fragrant body that was full of bonelessness, touching him.
Whether it was in sight, inspiration of divine thoughts, or stretching out his hand to brush across the void, he was the only one in the entire blood sedan chair.
But the soft, smooth and emitting a faint fragrance body, with a slightly cool body temperature, seemed to be a shaky existence.
The next moment, it seemed like a slim hand was about to touch his face...
However, in just a moment, the soft and fragrant body disappeared immediately.
It seemed as if the light rain was still, the lake surface returned to calm, and the ripples dissipated without trace.
The next moment, Kong Meng's voice sounded again in Pei Ling's ears: Your defense is too strong, so go to bed directly.
this……
Although the other party is already his woman, he wants to replenish him so openly and ask him to cooperate... Why does it seem that something is wrong?
Senior Kong Meng, did you regard him as a furnace in turn?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately decided to first see the power of the eccentric formlessness, and then use Mahase to discuss with Senior Kong Meng...
good!Senior ‘Kongmeng’, I will go to bed right away.Pei Ling smiled and replied, then he made a strange magic trick, using the Dark Heaven Dream on himself...
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly became extremely serious. Is the news delivered from the upper realm necessarily accurate?
As if he heard Pei Ling’s doubts, Huai Ho immediately replied: The news from the upper realm will only make mistakes in a very rare situation.
After all, some immortal ranks can know some things in advance...
You don't need to worry!
In the last chess game, the immortal road lead was not our human race, nor was it the monks of the nine sects. Only then would the chess game predicted by the upper realm change.
This time, you are from the human race under the rule of my Holy Sect and are also the Holy Son of my Holy Sect. Naturally, you are in line with the energy of my human race. The predictions of the upper realm will never happen!
Seeing that the ancestor said the truth, Pei Ling secretly felt relieved. According to the photos taken by Jiuyi Mountain, the last chess game of Fusheng was a battle of the prehistoric world.
The immortal road lead at that time was senior Hengxie, who was born in the Holy Sect. Later, the chess game failed. According to the rules of the chess game, the battle of the prehistoric times should have continued.
Therefore, in the shadow of the last chess game, it was a sign of great danger.
However, that chess game in the end was a successful ascension.
The chess game in the battle of the prehistoric times has not been continued, and it is not a sign of great danger.
Since the upper world has made a mistake in prediction once, this time, he naturally has to ask more clearly.
After pondering for a moment, Pei Ling immediately said: I understand, I am tired of seniors, and I will not disturb seniors’ practice.
In the blood-colored palace, I nodded gently: OK.
You can also practice quickly and master all the magic skills as soon as possible.
After talking to Huai Shou, Pei Ling looked at the bleak traces hanging down from the sky again, and suddenly sent a message of death and disaster: Two seniors, why didn’t Guisang come this time?
Death The voice of the words is cold and magnificent: The strange and sect will never come.
The disaster also sent a message: Guisang was one of the three great divine trees during his lifetime.
His path to becoming an immortal is different from all other creatures and even the dead.
Pei Ling was slightly surprised, but when he thought about it seriously, when he was talking to Gui Sang, the other party had never mentioned to him about asking for a place in the immortal path, but he had preconceived ideas and always thought so...
In addition, he had fought Xunmu several times in Qingyaoshan, and Xunmu was also not interested in the quota of immortal roads!
Yes, the immortal path of Fusheng chess game is to become an immortal through Jianmu.
Whether it is strange or searching for wood, they were one of the divine trees that were on par with Jianmu during the prehistoric times!
These two sacred trees should not be able to become immortals through the building of the wood!
However, Guisang used the curse to guard the inheritance and set the fruit of becoming an immortal for him. Since he was not a place in the immortal path, why did he make a cause with him at that time?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling turned his head to look at Yousu Tomb. His eyes instantly penetrated the mist of the dark sky, crossing thousands of mountains and vast seas, and immediately saw an island like a tomb in the dark deep sea.
The ink-colored thorns are like thick shadows, and the red and white roses bloom freely. The huge mulberry tree canopy covers the entire island. Under the sun, its branches and leaves are flourishing, and the leaves are stained with golden brilliance. It looks like flawless jade, plated with red gold, and is brilliant and luxurious, which is definitely not comparable to the ordinary Qihua Yao grass.
Purple-red mulberries are packed with embellishments in the canopy.
The sea breeze is vast and blowing from all directions, shaking the plants and trees, and swaying branches and leaves.
The giant mulberry stands quietly, its vitality is as bright as summer, and it is very different from the turret coldness on the island.
It seems that the main trunk of the giant mulberry is used as the boundary, and the islands hanging in the dark deep sea are like a world above and below.
Pei Ling directly sent a voice from the air and asked: Guisang, what do you want?
The next moment, above the giant mulberry, they opened their dense eyes in an instant and looked towards the direction of Lan Ke City. The deep sea seemed to feel something, and instantly, stormy waves were set off, countless sea tribes fled in panic, ink tides surged, giant vortexes emerged, mountains roared and tsunamis, and a thought arose!
On the tomb-like island, red and white roses are falling like rain.
The vibrant, vigorous and bright momentum just now was like a phantom, and it disappeared in an instant, and replaced by a bare trunk, with no branches or leaves, rolling ashes rising into the sky!
It seems that after such a long time, this piece of trunk is still burning, and huge black snow spreads out from its entire branches and splashes!
Looking at the true true nature of Guisang that she had never seen before, Pei Ling felt enlightened in his heart. This should be the true face of Guisang, the wreckage of the sacred wood Fusang!
The wreckage drifted like heavy snow, rolling ashes, falling into the sweet tomb, turning into black thorns, and then sucking the blood and bones buried deep underground, blooming red and white roses... Its voice sounded loudly, as if thunders were slashing: I want... the immortal profession at sunrise!
The immortal vocation at sunrise?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned, and then he soon understood that Xunmu was in charge of sunset, while Fusang was in charge of sunrise.
The strange Sang is transformed from the wreckage after the fall of Fusang. If he wants to become Fusang again, he must obtain the former immortal position of Fusang!
So, Pei Ling replied calmly: If I can get the immortal position of Sunrise after I become an immortal, I will consider handing it over to you.
However, once a decisive fruit and seeking the cause is not enough to be an immortal position!
Upon hearing this, Guisang seemed to have expected it and immediately said: You can offer any conditions!
Pei Ling said: The specific conditions will be discussed after I become an immortal.
The strange sound of the mulberry sounded like thunder: Yes!
Seeing Guisang agree, Pei Ling withdrew his gaze.
The trivial matters were almost done. He calmed down and was about to use the system to host the prehistoric language, but he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears: I am practicing the formlessness of the yin, please relax and be prepared.
Um?
The cathode has no phase?
Pei Ling was stunned. It was Su Zhentian’s senior Kong Meng!
Before he could react, he immediately felt that in the dark, there seemed to be a soft and fragrant body that was full of bonelessness, touching him.
Whether it was in sight, inspiration of divine thoughts, or stretching out his hand to brush across the void, he was the only one in the entire blood sedan chair.
But the soft, smooth and emitting a faint fragrance body, with a slightly cool body temperature, seemed to be a shaky existence.
The next moment, it seemed like a slim hand was about to touch his face...
However, in just a moment, the soft and fragrant body disappeared immediately.
It seemed as if the light rain was still, the lake surface returned to calm, and the ripples dissipated without trace.
The next moment, Kong Meng's voice sounded again in Pei Ling's ears: Your defense is too strong, so go to bed directly.
this……
Although the other party is already his woman, he wants to replenish him so openly and ask him to cooperate... Why does it seem that something is wrong?
Senior Kong Meng, did you regard him as a furnace in turn?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately decided to first see the power of the eccentric formlessness, and then use Mahase to discuss with Senior Kong Meng...
good!Senior ‘Kongmeng’, I will go to bed right away.Pei Ling smiled and replied, then he made a strange magic trick, using the Dark Heaven Dream on himself...
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