Born to teach.
The Autumn Altar Realm.
Entering night.
The dusk is low, covering all things, the mountains and rivers are silent in the dark night, only insects chirping, and all sounds spread out the wind and water flowing, showing vitality.
A blood sedan flew away in the air, with a yin energy and a thick blood evil spirit, which made all living beings vacant, and countless birds and beasts flew away in shock.
In the blood sedan chair, Pei Ling carried the Nine-Soul Sword on his back, sat upright, closing his eyes to rest.
After three days, he can arrive at the Tiansheng Cult.
At that time, the Five Sects of the Right Path, the Reincarnation Tower, Wushi Villa, and Su Li Sutra will all arrive.
He is now walking on the path of immortality. These eight sects of monks who came to watch the battle can only watch, and no one can help him!
At this point, what Pei Ling is most relieved is the Reincarnation Tower and Wushi Villa.
The former is the more people who want to die, the better; while Wushi Villa can fool you in a few words.
As for the five sects of the righteous path...the internal struggle of the Demon Sect, under normal circumstances, they will not take action either.
Although Wenren Lingse is his woman, he has already said hello in advance, and the other party will definitely do it.
And Su Zhentian, who will look at it then...
Just as he was thinking, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as lightning, looking forward through the hanging curtains.
There was a darkness in front of the blood sedan chair, and the night was rich.
But in his divine consciousness perception, countless powerful auras were appearing from the distance ahead, surging like a tide, approaching the blood sedan at a rapid speed.
Pei Ling looked puzzled, it was the aura of Tiansheng Sect. Did the leader of Tiansheng Sect come to fight?
Thinking of this, he immediately controlled the blood sedan and stopped, floating in place, waiting quietly.
Soon, the surging aura became closer and closer.
The void slowly turbulent, as if it was thrown from the water surface with stones.
Huge corpse rolls through, and countless ink-colored chains whizzing out from the corpse of the corpse, pulling up chariots of ancient style.
On the chariot, there were countless figures of white robes and golden rings standing, and the breath of the same orthodox government was unscrupulously revealed, shocking everything.
With his reserved and arrogant eyes, he looked coldly at the blood sedan chair.
The wide wings flap the sky, stir up violent winds, tear apart the clouds, and poured out thousands of mountains and forests.
One after another, the corpse and rolls roared in the sky, the chariots swept over the void, and the white robe was scattered all over the sky.
Finally, the corpse rocs suddenly separated, revealing three extremely large rocs. Each of them was as big as a mountain, flapping their wings like mountains floating in the dark. In their eyes, golden light shone, and the feathers on their heads were as twilight as a crown, shining with metallic luster, conveying an extremely ancient, vicissitudes of dignity, noble and powerful aura, like vast smoke waves, rushing towards them.
These three birds are different from other corpse birds. They have a light green wind vortex that follows them. They are full of inspiration when they look around, and seem to be still alive.
However, in the perception, everything had been destroyed in the huge body, and only the corpse was left for exorcism.
The peng bird carries a brocade belt wrapped in countless golden bells, pulling a chariot like a palace.
The chariot is wide, and there is a circle of beauties leaning against the railings on the outside, with shark silk hanging down together with bells, hiding the graceful figure and ponds and mountains and rivers inside.
Through the window frames engraved with beauties of various colors, you can see the vast hall behind the numerous doors. The feather fan is like a cover, the cloud bed is inlaid with gold and jade, and a proud figure lying on the chin. The cold eyes pass through countless obstacles, and the distance is far away, with endless noble and proud self-righteousness, looking at Pei Ling across the air.
Many birds swung their wings gently, and they had swept across thousands of mountains in an instant, appearing not far from the blood sedan chair, and then stopped neatly, like forest chariots filled with thousands of chariots, filling the Qingming, and floating in the way.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately knew that Tiansheng Sect was here to face the challenge!
But there are too many people here... The scale of such a full-blown outing is probably not far from the last battle between the righteous and the demons.
However, it is better for Tiansheng Sect to take the initiative to fight than for being unable to hide and not accepting his challenge.
But now the battle is ahead of schedule, and the cultivators from the other eight sects are afraid they will not be able to catch up with the battle...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling escaped from the bloody sedan chair, put away the flying magic weapon with his backhand, stood in the air, looked at the densely packed large troops of Tiansheng Sect in front of him, and said loudly: In order to prove the great way, Pei Ling, the saint of the Chongming Sect, hereby challenged the leader of Tiansheng Sect.
I also ask Master Ji for advice!
When many monks born in the sect heard this, their eyes were cold, and clusters of anger ignited in their eyes, but they did not make a sound, only looking at the chariot in the middle.
The golden bell of the chariot shaking gently, and a voice sounded quietly among the crisp ringtone: I respect Mingzong, disrespect the will of heaven, and despise the same way.
The following bitch slaves' bloodline is a sage son, which is already a disgrace to the Taoist tradition.
The Holy Church considers the friendship between fellow disciples, repeatedly gives in, and compromises.
However, Chongming Sect was more and more capable, pressing forward step by step, and letting these humble people go to provoke the sects that are envied by heaven and the noble blood that is favored by heaven and the will of heaven. They acted against the will of the opposites, were ruthless and rude, and did not take their companions seriously at all.
The Holy Sect can’t bear it anymore, and today, we will face Chongming Sect!
All the disciples, we are the most noble tribes of heaven and earth, and the most noble tribe of human tribes.
Like Chongming Sect, a rebel thief who is humble and Lingzun, you should follow the will of heaven and kill them all!
punish!
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out one by one, left the chariot, quickly occupied his own position, and made magic tricks.
The original Qi-accumulating Cauldron flew up from the chariot and quickly grew bigger. In a blink of an eye, it turned from an ordinary three-legged round cauldron into a giant cauldron that stood tall and suppressed this world.
Pei Ling was full of doubts. Before he could figure out what was going on, all the chariots instantly lit up countless runes, and the formation engraved on it quickly ran, spewing out a thick and smelly corpse air, carrying endless wails and thousands of poisonous substances, like rolling wolf smoke, roaring towards him.
At the same time, in the chariot, the light shining, and the overwhelming magic, magical powers, curses, talismans, weapons... were like a storm, drowning towards Pei Ling in an instant.
Boom boom boom boom...
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Ryukeng Dynasty.
greedy Jing.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
After finally sitting upright on the desk, Kuiyou held the imperial pen full of cinnabar. The tip of the pen was slightly stiff, but it was already dry. His face was serious and his mind was turned into a flash.
Chanlou just sent news that Chi Yan and the five Hedao Demon Clans were all killed in their respective residences!
None of the descendants of the same tribe who lived with them, regardless of gender, age or age, were spared.
This matter is very strange!
Chanlou is still intensively investigating clues, but so far, it has not yet been clarified who the real murderer is...
While thinking, a subtle sound of footsteps came from outside the study, accompanied by the ringing bell.
Soon, a figure with a phoenix crown and a phoenix-like figure crossed the hall threshold. The queen walked in slowly, nodded slightly to the Danmu, and saluted: Your Majesty.
Finally, Aoi said in a deep voice: Zi Tong doesn’t need to be polite. Is there something wrong when I come here now?
The Autumn Altar Realm.
Entering night.
The dusk is low, covering all things, the mountains and rivers are silent in the dark night, only insects chirping, and all sounds spread out the wind and water flowing, showing vitality.
A blood sedan flew away in the air, with a yin energy and a thick blood evil spirit, which made all living beings vacant, and countless birds and beasts flew away in shock.
In the blood sedan chair, Pei Ling carried the Nine-Soul Sword on his back, sat upright, closing his eyes to rest.
After three days, he can arrive at the Tiansheng Cult.
At that time, the Five Sects of the Right Path, the Reincarnation Tower, Wushi Villa, and Su Li Sutra will all arrive.
He is now walking on the path of immortality. These eight sects of monks who came to watch the battle can only watch, and no one can help him!
At this point, what Pei Ling is most relieved is the Reincarnation Tower and Wushi Villa.
The former is the more people who want to die, the better; while Wushi Villa can fool you in a few words.
As for the five sects of the righteous path...the internal struggle of the Demon Sect, under normal circumstances, they will not take action either.
Although Wenren Lingse is his woman, he has already said hello in advance, and the other party will definitely do it.
And Su Zhentian, who will look at it then...
Just as he was thinking, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as lightning, looking forward through the hanging curtains.
There was a darkness in front of the blood sedan chair, and the night was rich.
But in his divine consciousness perception, countless powerful auras were appearing from the distance ahead, surging like a tide, approaching the blood sedan at a rapid speed.
Pei Ling looked puzzled, it was the aura of Tiansheng Sect. Did the leader of Tiansheng Sect come to fight?
Thinking of this, he immediately controlled the blood sedan and stopped, floating in place, waiting quietly.
Soon, the surging aura became closer and closer.
The void slowly turbulent, as if it was thrown from the water surface with stones.
Huge corpse rolls through, and countless ink-colored chains whizzing out from the corpse of the corpse, pulling up chariots of ancient style.
On the chariot, there were countless figures of white robes and golden rings standing, and the breath of the same orthodox government was unscrupulously revealed, shocking everything.
With his reserved and arrogant eyes, he looked coldly at the blood sedan chair.
The wide wings flap the sky, stir up violent winds, tear apart the clouds, and poured out thousands of mountains and forests.
One after another, the corpse and rolls roared in the sky, the chariots swept over the void, and the white robe was scattered all over the sky.
Finally, the corpse rocs suddenly separated, revealing three extremely large rocs. Each of them was as big as a mountain, flapping their wings like mountains floating in the dark. In their eyes, golden light shone, and the feathers on their heads were as twilight as a crown, shining with metallic luster, conveying an extremely ancient, vicissitudes of dignity, noble and powerful aura, like vast smoke waves, rushing towards them.
These three birds are different from other corpse birds. They have a light green wind vortex that follows them. They are full of inspiration when they look around, and seem to be still alive.
However, in the perception, everything had been destroyed in the huge body, and only the corpse was left for exorcism.
The peng bird carries a brocade belt wrapped in countless golden bells, pulling a chariot like a palace.
The chariot is wide, and there is a circle of beauties leaning against the railings on the outside, with shark silk hanging down together with bells, hiding the graceful figure and ponds and mountains and rivers inside.
Through the window frames engraved with beauties of various colors, you can see the vast hall behind the numerous doors. The feather fan is like a cover, the cloud bed is inlaid with gold and jade, and a proud figure lying on the chin. The cold eyes pass through countless obstacles, and the distance is far away, with endless noble and proud self-righteousness, looking at Pei Ling across the air.
Many birds swung their wings gently, and they had swept across thousands of mountains in an instant, appearing not far from the blood sedan chair, and then stopped neatly, like forest chariots filled with thousands of chariots, filling the Qingming, and floating in the way.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately knew that Tiansheng Sect was here to face the challenge!
But there are too many people here... The scale of such a full-blown outing is probably not far from the last battle between the righteous and the demons.
However, it is better for Tiansheng Sect to take the initiative to fight than for being unable to hide and not accepting his challenge.
But now the battle is ahead of schedule, and the cultivators from the other eight sects are afraid they will not be able to catch up with the battle...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling escaped from the bloody sedan chair, put away the flying magic weapon with his backhand, stood in the air, looked at the densely packed large troops of Tiansheng Sect in front of him, and said loudly: In order to prove the great way, Pei Ling, the saint of the Chongming Sect, hereby challenged the leader of Tiansheng Sect.
I also ask Master Ji for advice!
When many monks born in the sect heard this, their eyes were cold, and clusters of anger ignited in their eyes, but they did not make a sound, only looking at the chariot in the middle.
The golden bell of the chariot shaking gently, and a voice sounded quietly among the crisp ringtone: I respect Mingzong, disrespect the will of heaven, and despise the same way.
The following bitch slaves' bloodline is a sage son, which is already a disgrace to the Taoist tradition.
The Holy Church considers the friendship between fellow disciples, repeatedly gives in, and compromises.
However, Chongming Sect was more and more capable, pressing forward step by step, and letting these humble people go to provoke the sects that are envied by heaven and the noble blood that is favored by heaven and the will of heaven. They acted against the will of the opposites, were ruthless and rude, and did not take their companions seriously at all.
The Holy Sect can’t bear it anymore, and today, we will face Chongming Sect!
All the disciples, we are the most noble tribes of heaven and earth, and the most noble tribe of human tribes.
Like Chongming Sect, a rebel thief who is humble and Lingzun, you should follow the will of heaven and kill them all!
punish!
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out one by one, left the chariot, quickly occupied his own position, and made magic tricks.
The original Qi-accumulating Cauldron flew up from the chariot and quickly grew bigger. In a blink of an eye, it turned from an ordinary three-legged round cauldron into a giant cauldron that stood tall and suppressed this world.
Pei Ling was full of doubts. Before he could figure out what was going on, all the chariots instantly lit up countless runes, and the formation engraved on it quickly ran, spewing out a thick and smelly corpse air, carrying endless wails and thousands of poisonous substances, like rolling wolf smoke, roaring towards him.
At the same time, in the chariot, the light shining, and the overwhelming magic, magical powers, curses, talismans, weapons... were like a storm, drowning towards Pei Ling in an instant.
Boom boom boom boom...
********************
Ryukeng Dynasty.
greedy Jing.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
After finally sitting upright on the desk, Kuiyou held the imperial pen full of cinnabar. The tip of the pen was slightly stiff, but it was already dry. His face was serious and his mind was turned into a flash.
Chanlou just sent news that Chi Yan and the five Hedao Demon Clans were all killed in their respective residences!
None of the descendants of the same tribe who lived with them, regardless of gender, age or age, were spared.
This matter is very strange!
Chanlou is still intensively investigating clues, but so far, it has not yet been clarified who the real murderer is...
While thinking, a subtle sound of footsteps came from outside the study, accompanied by the ringing bell.
Soon, a figure with a phoenix crown and a phoenix-like figure crossed the hall threshold. The queen walked in slowly, nodded slightly to the Danmu, and saluted: Your Majesty.
Finally, Aoi said in a deep voice: Zi Tong doesn’t need to be polite. Is there something wrong when I come here now?
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