Pei Ling's scalp suddenly became numb. Before the game started, he thought that as soon as he entered the prehistoric world, he would directly lead eight followers to Jianmu's feet.
The worst plan was that he violated the will of heaven and was discovered by Jianmu. Then, with his powerful strength in the Ten Directions Xuanyuan Tribulation, he defeated Jianmu and finally forcibly ascended to the immortal...
Even along the way, even if other servants cannot see it, he can secretly learn the Yinji Wuying of Senior Kong Meng, or deduce the illusion with Emperor Qianyi... If conditions permit, senior Kong Meng can also ask Senior Kong Meng to help introduce other ancestors of Su Zhentian to know...
But now they have really entered the chess game... They can't even see Jianmu!
No, it’s hard for even nine people to live!
The difference between reality and imagination is too big, and it feels like dreaming!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then said: Senior ‘Kongmeng’, this chess game is the beginning of the battle of the prehistoric times, which is very dangerous!
I just got the news that the closer I got to Jianmu, the more ancient immortals.
Don't go to Jianmu easily now!
After the words came to an end, Pei Ling waited for a long time, but he could not see Senior Kong Meng reply.
He frowned and continued: Senior ‘Kongmeng’, Senior ‘Kongmeng’?
Senior ‘Kongmeng’, can you hear what I say?
Senior ‘Kongmeng’…
After a long time, Master Kong Meng had no response.
Seeing this, Pei Ling frowned even tighter. In this situation, he could not judge where Kong Meng and others were. If he had to find the other party, he could only use the system...
"Kongmeng", "Chuiyu", "Xiangzai", and "Gu Miao" were all rescued by a female cultivator of 81 kalpas. They should be Su Zhentian's founding ancestor...
Nothing should happen to these four people now.
The most important thing now is to learn about this era as soon as possible.
First call out the will of the true immortal and ask about the situation of the battle in the prehistoric world...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling's sleeves flicked, and dozens of large arrays were arranged around him to isolate the inside and outside, hide the fluctuations of breath, and block the exploration of spiritual thoughts.
The next moment, dense dark red patterns floated around him, and the colors of these patterns were dark and gloomy, full of an unknown atmosphere.
After all the lines appeared, they all gathered towards his back like a tide.
Soon, a thick as solid darkness appeared behind Pei Ling.
In the darkness, a slender and fair arm was poked out, and in a moment, a graceful and beautiful figure stepped out from the darkness, his eyes were closed and his face was expressionless.
The remaining darkness instantly turned into a simple black robe, which was covered with her shoulders.
It is the incarnation of Mo Lilan!
Pei Ling thought, and Mo Lilan, who was still closing her eyes, immediately raised her slender fingers, and picked them up like orchids, and made magic tricks.
This is a magic trick for asking for a fairy!
Before he was about to discuss the truth with the owner of Wushi Villa, he specially found the magic technique that the true immortal will was going to come, so that the other party's will could be invited out of the dream of eternal night!
Not long after, Mo Lilan's breath suddenly changed, and his whole person became quiet, elegant and delicate in an instant, like a lady in a pampering boudoir. However, the cultivation aura of a monk disappeared in an instant, without any trace.
When I was successfully used, Pei Ling suddenly felt something was wrong. This aura...is not the will of a true immortal!
The next moment, Mo Lilan opened her eyes, revealing a pair of clear black and white eyes. She looked at Pei Ling with a quiet voice: Jiwu...
********************
In the village.
A simple but spotless house.
Looking outside, the houses in the entire village are very low.
However, when you walk inside, the space is still quite wide.
In addition to the doors and windows used for lighting and ventilation, they are all located at high places, which is very different from ordinary houses, and the interior is also extremely simple.
There was nothing else in a wooden cloud bed, a small table, several straw futons and a pottery lampstand.
The sky is hazy. Sitting cross-legged with cloud beds, the beautiful skirts and clothes are covered with couches, like the sudden birth of the clouds, and the pearls, hairpins, jade pendants are shining with each other, with a colorful and magnificent room.
At this moment, her eyes were closed, her breath was surging, and she was listening to something intently.
Suddenly, a black beam of light shot out from the void and passed through Kong Meng's ears, and several black hairs floated down.
Kong Meng immediately opened his eyes, and his breath suddenly dropped, but he had recovered from his return.
She turned her head suddenly, but saw Yin Jiang Ma Yi appearing like snow, already appearing in her room. She sat on the windowsill. The prehistoric moonlight shone into the room from behind her, outlining the frosty and snow-like silver edges, like a newly quenched sharp blade.
Yin Jiang's face was hidden in the darkness, and her expression was unclear. Her eyes were slightly drooping, and her eyes were as bright as arrows, looking at Kong Meng without blinking.
Before Kong Meng could speak, Yin Jiang warned coldly: Don’t continue to transmit voice to the outside world, this will expose the location of the village!
Kong Meng was slightly stunned and then asked: Where is the human race of the eighty-one disaster?
Yin Jiang shook her head and said lightly: No one can do it!
Your voice may not really reach that person's ears.
What you hear may not be the voice of that person!
Speaking of this, she showed a strange expression on her face. Which village did you come from before, why didn’t you even know this kind of common sense?
Upon hearing this, Kong Meng's face changed and immediately understood Yin Jiang's meaning. There was a special existence that could cut off the sound transmission between her and Pei Ling!
Thinking of this, she hurriedly said: My three companions are also sending voices to the outside world...
Yin Jiang said calmly: Someone else has already stopped him.
Next, if you hear the voices from outside calling you, no matter who you are, even if you are your best friends or relatives, you will not be able to answer!
Fortunately, we discovered it in time this time. There are special restrictions in the village, so it will not be so easy to be exposed.
But if you send a message for a longer time, it may not be certain.
Once the location of the village is exposed, everyone must be ready to fight to the death immediately!
Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Kong Meng nodded immediately: Sorry, I understand.
Next, I will not send any voice messages to anyone!
Yin Jiang nodded and said nothing more. His figure disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
The moonlight in the prehistoric world is no longer blocked, and it surges into the house, spreading out the ground with clear frost, cold and lonely, hazy, looking up at the sky, the moon is as bright as water, the crescent moon is slender, like a fisherman's new hook.
The worst plan was that he violated the will of heaven and was discovered by Jianmu. Then, with his powerful strength in the Ten Directions Xuanyuan Tribulation, he defeated Jianmu and finally forcibly ascended to the immortal...
Even along the way, even if other servants cannot see it, he can secretly learn the Yinji Wuying of Senior Kong Meng, or deduce the illusion with Emperor Qianyi... If conditions permit, senior Kong Meng can also ask Senior Kong Meng to help introduce other ancestors of Su Zhentian to know...
But now they have really entered the chess game... They can't even see Jianmu!
No, it’s hard for even nine people to live!
The difference between reality and imagination is too big, and it feels like dreaming!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then said: Senior ‘Kongmeng’, this chess game is the beginning of the battle of the prehistoric times, which is very dangerous!
I just got the news that the closer I got to Jianmu, the more ancient immortals.
Don't go to Jianmu easily now!
After the words came to an end, Pei Ling waited for a long time, but he could not see Senior Kong Meng reply.
He frowned and continued: Senior ‘Kongmeng’, Senior ‘Kongmeng’?
Senior ‘Kongmeng’, can you hear what I say?
Senior ‘Kongmeng’…
After a long time, Master Kong Meng had no response.
Seeing this, Pei Ling frowned even tighter. In this situation, he could not judge where Kong Meng and others were. If he had to find the other party, he could only use the system...
"Kongmeng", "Chuiyu", "Xiangzai", and "Gu Miao" were all rescued by a female cultivator of 81 kalpas. They should be Su Zhentian's founding ancestor...
Nothing should happen to these four people now.
The most important thing now is to learn about this era as soon as possible.
First call out the will of the true immortal and ask about the situation of the battle in the prehistoric world...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling's sleeves flicked, and dozens of large arrays were arranged around him to isolate the inside and outside, hide the fluctuations of breath, and block the exploration of spiritual thoughts.
The next moment, dense dark red patterns floated around him, and the colors of these patterns were dark and gloomy, full of an unknown atmosphere.
After all the lines appeared, they all gathered towards his back like a tide.
Soon, a thick as solid darkness appeared behind Pei Ling.
In the darkness, a slender and fair arm was poked out, and in a moment, a graceful and beautiful figure stepped out from the darkness, his eyes were closed and his face was expressionless.
The remaining darkness instantly turned into a simple black robe, which was covered with her shoulders.
It is the incarnation of Mo Lilan!
Pei Ling thought, and Mo Lilan, who was still closing her eyes, immediately raised her slender fingers, and picked them up like orchids, and made magic tricks.
This is a magic trick for asking for a fairy!
Before he was about to discuss the truth with the owner of Wushi Villa, he specially found the magic technique that the true immortal will was going to come, so that the other party's will could be invited out of the dream of eternal night!
Not long after, Mo Lilan's breath suddenly changed, and his whole person became quiet, elegant and delicate in an instant, like a lady in a pampering boudoir. However, the cultivation aura of a monk disappeared in an instant, without any trace.
When I was successfully used, Pei Ling suddenly felt something was wrong. This aura...is not the will of a true immortal!
The next moment, Mo Lilan opened her eyes, revealing a pair of clear black and white eyes. She looked at Pei Ling with a quiet voice: Jiwu...
********************
In the village.
A simple but spotless house.
Looking outside, the houses in the entire village are very low.
However, when you walk inside, the space is still quite wide.
In addition to the doors and windows used for lighting and ventilation, they are all located at high places, which is very different from ordinary houses, and the interior is also extremely simple.
There was nothing else in a wooden cloud bed, a small table, several straw futons and a pottery lampstand.
The sky is hazy. Sitting cross-legged with cloud beds, the beautiful skirts and clothes are covered with couches, like the sudden birth of the clouds, and the pearls, hairpins, jade pendants are shining with each other, with a colorful and magnificent room.
At this moment, her eyes were closed, her breath was surging, and she was listening to something intently.
Suddenly, a black beam of light shot out from the void and passed through Kong Meng's ears, and several black hairs floated down.
Kong Meng immediately opened his eyes, and his breath suddenly dropped, but he had recovered from his return.
She turned her head suddenly, but saw Yin Jiang Ma Yi appearing like snow, already appearing in her room. She sat on the windowsill. The prehistoric moonlight shone into the room from behind her, outlining the frosty and snow-like silver edges, like a newly quenched sharp blade.
Yin Jiang's face was hidden in the darkness, and her expression was unclear. Her eyes were slightly drooping, and her eyes were as bright as arrows, looking at Kong Meng without blinking.
Before Kong Meng could speak, Yin Jiang warned coldly: Don’t continue to transmit voice to the outside world, this will expose the location of the village!
Kong Meng was slightly stunned and then asked: Where is the human race of the eighty-one disaster?
Yin Jiang shook her head and said lightly: No one can do it!
Your voice may not really reach that person's ears.
What you hear may not be the voice of that person!
Speaking of this, she showed a strange expression on her face. Which village did you come from before, why didn’t you even know this kind of common sense?
Upon hearing this, Kong Meng's face changed and immediately understood Yin Jiang's meaning. There was a special existence that could cut off the sound transmission between her and Pei Ling!
Thinking of this, she hurriedly said: My three companions are also sending voices to the outside world...
Yin Jiang said calmly: Someone else has already stopped him.
Next, if you hear the voices from outside calling you, no matter who you are, even if you are your best friends or relatives, you will not be able to answer!
Fortunately, we discovered it in time this time. There are special restrictions in the village, so it will not be so easy to be exposed.
But if you send a message for a longer time, it may not be certain.
Once the location of the village is exposed, everyone must be ready to fight to the death immediately!
Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Kong Meng nodded immediately: Sorry, I understand.
Next, I will not send any voice messages to anyone!
Yin Jiang nodded and said nothing more. His figure disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
The moonlight in the prehistoric world is no longer blocked, and it surges into the house, spreading out the ground with clear frost, cold and lonely, hazy, looking up at the sky, the moon is as bright as water, the crescent moon is slender, like a fisherman's new hook.
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