Looking at the fierce silver threads in the sky, Pei Ling was full of doubts.
He has used the Damn Dream of Mingtian many times. It is impossible for the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain to know about his immortal art!
Under normal circumstances, the opponent should use whatever trump card he should have now. Only by stopping his magic can he have enough chance of winning.
But the opponent's move is still just a test and he has no use of all his strength!
Something is wrong!
As his mind turned, Pei Ling had already controlled many replicas of the ancestral swords and slashed at the attacking silver wire.
Slurp...
Wherever the blade goes, the sound of silk threads cracking is endless, like snow waves surging and roaring, scattering all over the ground in a blink of an eye.
The next moment, Mo Lilan pointed to the orchid and had already produced the last magic trick!
The extremely thick darkness instantly enveloped the whole audience.
The Great Dream of the Underworld has come true!
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far away.
The audience members were staring at the battlefield intently.
Seeing that Pei Ling and the Mountain Lord had officially started the war, Queen Liuliu asked with a solemn expression: Who do you think will win this battle?
Everyone was silent.
If it was before, I saw the mountain master using the magic weapon of the sect, the palm of the Zhongyue, and the underlying methods of Jiuyi Mountain... everyone would think that the mountain master will win!
But looking back at Pei Ling's challenge, the Iron Horse of the Iron City of Yàn Xicheng used the magic weapon of Zhenzong, the evil axe, and the Seven Killings and the disaster-making flag, and was defeated by Pei Ling; Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo, with Zhenzong's magic weapon Xinghuang Gonghou, forcibly adopting the foundation and the inability to the heavenly seal, and was also defeated by Pei Ling; the great elder Cheng Dun of the Hanan Sword Sect asked to use the ancestral sword to carry the intent of the sword to kill the immortal with the Taoist body, but was defeated by Pei Ling's hand; in the end, the sword god He Fuqiong was also defeated by Pei Ling's sword...
More importantly, Pei Ling's cultivation aura has reached the peak of the middle stage of Hedao, and the opponent is stronger than the first four battles!
Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder of Jiuyi Mountain, whose hair and beard were white, sent a voice transmission: In this battle, the mountain master will win!
Pei Ling can win over the Iron City Lord, Master Cen, and Elder Cheng because of that magic trick!
But now, Master Shiwei came forward and secretly taught the two very special magical powers of the mountain master. If Pei Ling used that immortal art again...
Upon hearing this, half of the legitimate Taoist monks present nodded slightly. Yes, no matter what the success or failure of this battle, their morale is now not lost!
Su Zhentian Qi Zilang calmly transmitted a voice transmission: Since ancient times, evil has not defeated righteousness, and I also think that the mountain master can win!
Several other senior elders of Jiuyi Mountain all sent a message: Yes, the mountain master will definitely be able to win this time.
At this time, He Fuqiong said: It’s hard to say.
Pei Ling's current strength is much stronger than when he fought with me last time.
The mountain master’s chance of winning is not high now.
He looked at the battlefield and shook his head slightly.
Like the previous Tiecheng Lord and the Master Cen, Tao Shan, both pay too much attention to external forces and win or lose.
Before the war started, I lost my temper!
On the other hand, Pei Ling was truly dedicated to the Tao, and never borrowed any power from Chongming Sect from beginning to end!
Comparing the two, the difference is right.
In his opinion, the mountain master has been defeated!
When Cen Fangwo heard this, he nodded slightly and said softly: I also think Pei Ling's chances of winning are probably greater.
Beside him, Meng Hongxuan also nodded, feeling that what the headmaster said was absolutely correct.
Wenren Lingse, Huan Yunzhen, and Yan Sichun didn't say anything, but they all agreed with the views of Sword God and Sect Cen in their hearts...
Although Pei Ling is the saint son of Chongming Sect, he has the same path to seeking Tao, and there is no distinction between good and evil.
The saint son of the Demon Sect’s desire for Tao is honest and sincere, and he is not afraid of life and death. From the perspective of Taoist heart, it is enough to make any monk respect him...
In the void that was quite a distance away, the glazed tower shone brightly, and a group of gray-robed monks standing on the railing inside were staring at the battlefield, while secretly communicating: In this battle, the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain will surely die no matter whether he wins or loses!
The problem of the fallen immortal seal in the Eternal Night Desert has long been solved.
Within a hundred years, no accidents will happen.
This matter will not hinder us any more.
The emperor of the Ryukeng Dynasty was defeated, and his national fortune was lost, and his strength was greatly reduced in a short period of time!
Yàn Xicheng Tiexiong died, and the new city lord has not yet succeeded to the throne.
In addition, the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain is now dead day and night...
Among the five sects of the pseudo-dao, only Su Zhen Tian Cen Fangwo, and Han An Sword Sect He Fuqiong are still in full swing.
Now is the best time to start the next battle against pseudo-fight!
Speaking of this, an old man with an ancient appearance in the middle sent a deep voice: If Pei Ling wins in this battle, he can take action directly!
Upon hearing this, a gray-robed monk beside him asked in a voice transmission: Do you want to inform the people from Tiansheng Sect and Wushi Villa?
The ancient and clumsy old man said coldly: No need!
Wushi Villa will definitely take action, and Pei Shengzi is extremely murderous and will definitely help us hold back the Sword God... That's enough!
As he was talking, the two monks watching the battle immediately saw that the situation on the field suddenly changed, and the extremely thick darkness erupted like a mountain torrent, rising up, instantly covering the entire battlefield and filling the world.
All monks' vision and divine thoughts are blocked, and they can no longer sense the scene.
Pei Shengzi used that magic technique!
********************
In the dream.
Mo Lilan hung high in the air, her mysterious robe and long hair were floating. In the void opposite to her, Tao Wendu held a whisk in his hand, his expression was plain, but he could not see the mountain in his palm.
Downstairs, the earth.
The silver threads scattered on the ground instantly swam and floated like living things, and in a blink of an eye, they were like arrows, revealing their sharpness!
Soon, these dense and layered silver threads began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Mo Lilan frowned slightly, these silver threads were devouring the power of the Great Dream of the Mingtian!
Thinking of Tao Wendu's previous performance, she did not hesitate at all and immediately produced an ancient magic trick to relieve her dream!
At the same time, silver threads that surged like wild grass after the rain jumped up instantly, like a large silver net, wrapping up towards Mo Lilan in the sky.
Just before the silver thread was about to touch Mo Lilan, the dream shattered, like a complete mirror, broken into countless pieces. Everything in the dream stopped for a short time, and countless bizarre pictures fell in a rush, turning into ashes with a blink of an eye!
In a blink of an eye, Mo Lilan immediately returned to the present world. The darkness was everywhere. The mist of the dark sky had not yet dissipated, but he had heard the sound of wind above his head. The strong wind was like a knife. A towering, huge, rugged and winding mountain had already roared and smashed down!
Pei Ling immediately said coldly: Rebellion!
In the darkness, a dull and low voice came at the same time: Mountain!
He has used the Damn Dream of Mingtian many times. It is impossible for the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain to know about his immortal art!
Under normal circumstances, the opponent should use whatever trump card he should have now. Only by stopping his magic can he have enough chance of winning.
But the opponent's move is still just a test and he has no use of all his strength!
Something is wrong!
As his mind turned, Pei Ling had already controlled many replicas of the ancestral swords and slashed at the attacking silver wire.
Slurp...
Wherever the blade goes, the sound of silk threads cracking is endless, like snow waves surging and roaring, scattering all over the ground in a blink of an eye.
The next moment, Mo Lilan pointed to the orchid and had already produced the last magic trick!
The extremely thick darkness instantly enveloped the whole audience.
The Great Dream of the Underworld has come true!
********************
far away.
The audience members were staring at the battlefield intently.
Seeing that Pei Ling and the Mountain Lord had officially started the war, Queen Liuliu asked with a solemn expression: Who do you think will win this battle?
Everyone was silent.
If it was before, I saw the mountain master using the magic weapon of the sect, the palm of the Zhongyue, and the underlying methods of Jiuyi Mountain... everyone would think that the mountain master will win!
But looking back at Pei Ling's challenge, the Iron Horse of the Iron City of Yàn Xicheng used the magic weapon of Zhenzong, the evil axe, and the Seven Killings and the disaster-making flag, and was defeated by Pei Ling; Su Zhentian Cen Fangwo, with Zhenzong's magic weapon Xinghuang Gonghou, forcibly adopting the foundation and the inability to the heavenly seal, and was also defeated by Pei Ling; the great elder Cheng Dun of the Hanan Sword Sect asked to use the ancestral sword to carry the intent of the sword to kill the immortal with the Taoist body, but was defeated by Pei Ling's hand; in the end, the sword god He Fuqiong was also defeated by Pei Ling's sword...
More importantly, Pei Ling's cultivation aura has reached the peak of the middle stage of Hedao, and the opponent is stronger than the first four battles!
Thinking of this, the Supreme Elder of Jiuyi Mountain, whose hair and beard were white, sent a voice transmission: In this battle, the mountain master will win!
Pei Ling can win over the Iron City Lord, Master Cen, and Elder Cheng because of that magic trick!
But now, Master Shiwei came forward and secretly taught the two very special magical powers of the mountain master. If Pei Ling used that immortal art again...
Upon hearing this, half of the legitimate Taoist monks present nodded slightly. Yes, no matter what the success or failure of this battle, their morale is now not lost!
Su Zhentian Qi Zilang calmly transmitted a voice transmission: Since ancient times, evil has not defeated righteousness, and I also think that the mountain master can win!
Several other senior elders of Jiuyi Mountain all sent a message: Yes, the mountain master will definitely be able to win this time.
At this time, He Fuqiong said: It’s hard to say.
Pei Ling's current strength is much stronger than when he fought with me last time.
The mountain master’s chance of winning is not high now.
He looked at the battlefield and shook his head slightly.
Like the previous Tiecheng Lord and the Master Cen, Tao Shan, both pay too much attention to external forces and win or lose.
Before the war started, I lost my temper!
On the other hand, Pei Ling was truly dedicated to the Tao, and never borrowed any power from Chongming Sect from beginning to end!
Comparing the two, the difference is right.
In his opinion, the mountain master has been defeated!
When Cen Fangwo heard this, he nodded slightly and said softly: I also think Pei Ling's chances of winning are probably greater.
Beside him, Meng Hongxuan also nodded, feeling that what the headmaster said was absolutely correct.
Wenren Lingse, Huan Yunzhen, and Yan Sichun didn't say anything, but they all agreed with the views of Sword God and Sect Cen in their hearts...
Although Pei Ling is the saint son of Chongming Sect, he has the same path to seeking Tao, and there is no distinction between good and evil.
The saint son of the Demon Sect’s desire for Tao is honest and sincere, and he is not afraid of life and death. From the perspective of Taoist heart, it is enough to make any monk respect him...
In the void that was quite a distance away, the glazed tower shone brightly, and a group of gray-robed monks standing on the railing inside were staring at the battlefield, while secretly communicating: In this battle, the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain will surely die no matter whether he wins or loses!
The problem of the fallen immortal seal in the Eternal Night Desert has long been solved.
Within a hundred years, no accidents will happen.
This matter will not hinder us any more.
The emperor of the Ryukeng Dynasty was defeated, and his national fortune was lost, and his strength was greatly reduced in a short period of time!
Yàn Xicheng Tiexiong died, and the new city lord has not yet succeeded to the throne.
In addition, the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain is now dead day and night...
Among the five sects of the pseudo-dao, only Su Zhen Tian Cen Fangwo, and Han An Sword Sect He Fuqiong are still in full swing.
Now is the best time to start the next battle against pseudo-fight!
Speaking of this, an old man with an ancient appearance in the middle sent a deep voice: If Pei Ling wins in this battle, he can take action directly!
Upon hearing this, a gray-robed monk beside him asked in a voice transmission: Do you want to inform the people from Tiansheng Sect and Wushi Villa?
The ancient and clumsy old man said coldly: No need!
Wushi Villa will definitely take action, and Pei Shengzi is extremely murderous and will definitely help us hold back the Sword God... That's enough!
As he was talking, the two monks watching the battle immediately saw that the situation on the field suddenly changed, and the extremely thick darkness erupted like a mountain torrent, rising up, instantly covering the entire battlefield and filling the world.
All monks' vision and divine thoughts are blocked, and they can no longer sense the scene.
Pei Shengzi used that magic technique!
********************
In the dream.
Mo Lilan hung high in the air, her mysterious robe and long hair were floating. In the void opposite to her, Tao Wendu held a whisk in his hand, his expression was plain, but he could not see the mountain in his palm.
Downstairs, the earth.
The silver threads scattered on the ground instantly swam and floated like living things, and in a blink of an eye, they were like arrows, revealing their sharpness!
Soon, these dense and layered silver threads began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Mo Lilan frowned slightly, these silver threads were devouring the power of the Great Dream of the Mingtian!
Thinking of Tao Wendu's previous performance, she did not hesitate at all and immediately produced an ancient magic trick to relieve her dream!
At the same time, silver threads that surged like wild grass after the rain jumped up instantly, like a large silver net, wrapping up towards Mo Lilan in the sky.
Just before the silver thread was about to touch Mo Lilan, the dream shattered, like a complete mirror, broken into countless pieces. Everything in the dream stopped for a short time, and countless bizarre pictures fell in a rush, turning into ashes with a blink of an eye!
In a blink of an eye, Mo Lilan immediately returned to the present world. The darkness was everywhere. The mist of the dark sky had not yet dissipated, but he had heard the sound of wind above his head. The strong wind was like a knife. A towering, huge, rugged and winding mountain had already roared and smashed down!
Pei Ling immediately said coldly: Rebellion!
In the darkness, a dull and low voice came at the same time: Mountain!
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