Death has been said before that Kong Meng, Qiao Ciguang and Si Hongqingyan must go through the road of no return if they want to leave Yousu Tomb.
At present, Kong Meng and Qiao Ciguang have already fulfilled this requirement, and only Si Hongqingyan is left.
Since that's the case, Pei Ling used the replica to take the other party's side...
Anyway, just give an explanation to the other two taboos.
Moreover, the two taboos may not be able to see the problem!
After arranging all this, Pei Ling looked at Chongming Sect again and confirmed that Senior Sister Li, Si Hong Miaoli, Su Xirou, Hua Yuran... were all without any problems, he nodded slightly.
But when he saw that the ancestor Fuqiong and Xingheng were neither there, he frowned.
Last time he asked Master Xinghen for advice on the tribulation and learned that several masters had something to do recently.
However, if there is no ancestor in the entire Chongming Sect, what should I do if there is any problem with his Taoist companions when refining the power of the catastrophe?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling took a step forward, instantly left Yousu Tomb and appeared on the vast sea.
His voice said calmly: Senior ‘Fuqian’, Senior ‘Star Heir’.
After the words finished, Pei Ling waited for a moment, and saw the whale waves around him and the water was surging without any response.
Seeing this, he did not hesitate. Two replicas of his own immediately appeared on both sides of the left and right sides. These two replicas immediately turned into the appearance of the ancestor Fuqiong and the ancestor Xinghen.
Pei Ling said gently again: Senior ‘Fuqian’, Senior ‘Star Heir’.
The two replicas beside him responded at the same time: What's the matter?
As soon as he spoke, Pei Ling immediately looked towards Qingyaoshan.
His eyes penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers, blocking them. In an instant, he saw that in the depths of Yu Yuan, the search tree was tilted into the clouds, hanging down thousands of dark green silk ribbons, and the hematuria dotted them, and the malicious eyes opened from the hematuria.
Its aura is terrifying and chaotic, as if it is the embodiment of all evil, disaster, terror, tyranny, and depravity in this world.
Just when Pei Ling saw this searching for the tree, the searching for the tree seemed to have some sense. The dark green silk ribbons swayed together, and the dense pupils turned all towards him, looking at him in the air.
Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged, and immediately his mind moved, and the two replicas on his body disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a towering portal rose in the void in front of him, exuding a powerful curse aura!
Pei Ling stepped into it.
After his figure disappeared into the door, the Curse Gate immediately disappeared.
The originally calm ocean suddenly stirred up storm waves, and the sound of the water flowing surging everywhere. Countless sea clans fled in panic, huge ripples splashed, and the rubber storm turned into a cave, the anger of the sea was swelling, and the sky and earth were shivering in the blink of an eye.
********************
Qingyao Mountain.
Yu Yuan.
The aura of the prehistoric world is extremely rich. On the search tree, the dense eyeballs look coldly from every silk ribbon.
Evil, chaos, tyranny, malicious... almost as much as the essence.
The vast fields have turned into potholes and uneven mountains at this moment.
Huge pits, like trauma, are scattered all over this ruins.
In the dry Yuyuan, countless smokes rolled up and went straight into the sky.
The void is full of spider-web-like cracks. From time to time, chaotic storms escape, tearing apart the space, making the entire remains feel distorted and turbulent.
Huai Terror The whole body was trapped in the bottom of one of the huge pits, and there was a huge blood hole in the chest. Through the hole, you could clearly see the mud and sand behind him. In the blood hole, dark green surging, and the blood flowing was turning from bright red to dark green.
His body is completely perfect, his breath is scattered, and he is trying hard to stand up from the bottom of the pit.
Ying Ning's face was pale as if dead, half kneeled on the ground, and countless dark green silk ribbons penetrated his back and nailed him to the ground. Each silk ribbon turned into a wriggling living thing, sticky and cold, constantly eroding his Taoist body.
Liao Hui was in mid-air, and his leather robe and clothes were floating, clean and clean, without any blood. However, they disappeared from below the waist.
Instead, there are dense rhizomes.
All the rhizomes grew closely with Liaoqiu, as if he was born to be half a human and half a root. These rhizomes took root on the earth and raised them high, just like a ritual of sacrifice. Among the rhizomes, the gurgling sound of blood flowing towards the earth was endless.
Master Liaoqiu, who was lifted up in the air, had dissipated his snake in his eyes, his spirit disappeared, and he had lost all his breath, but he had already fallen for a long time!
Xinghen fell in a pool of blood. Around it, there were white bones, as if a bone blanket was paved on the desolate land. At this moment, all the bones were extremely dim in color, and even turned into ashes.
Countless dark green silk ribbons climbed out of the bone crevices, scrambling to wrap around each piece of white bone and extracting any nutrients.
The crisscrossing silk ribbons are like layers of spider webs, wrapped around the star hatred.
His original robe and clothing were almost dyed dark green.
The wind blows, and the smell of blood spreads.
Fuqiong stood in the air, blood dripping down the corner of his robe. His body, big and small, was covered in dark green, and hema was constantly wriggling, and hema was born, opening his resentful eyes.
His breath, fluctuations, flaws and perfection, constantly alternating like a revolving lantern.
Among the five, only he was barely in a state of impotence, but he was about to be unable to maintain it!
Fuqiong's face was extremely pale. So far, they have tried their best. All the means that require heavy costs have been used without reservation, and even used a sect foundation.
But at the moment, not to mention defeating Xunmu, even if you can escape!
Even, they were able to survive until now because Xunmu did not use all his strength!
No!
To be precise, Xunmu does not seem to regard them as their real opponents. Until now, Xunmu has been on guard against something!
As my mind turned, the huge tree crown covering the four poles above my head moved slightly, and the dark green swept down again.
Endless depravity, like a rolling wave, roaring towards Fuqian.
In the dark, there seemed to be thousands of voices overlapping, resounding in Fuqiong's ears, hysterically urging him to fall, fall, fall...
Fuqiong immediately made a magic trick, and golden light suddenly emerged in the void, his eyebrows flashed, and a red gold coffin suddenly appeared, with an ethereal meaning filling the world.
The golden coffin is buried in the world!
The next moment, all the golden light wrapped around Fuqiong, and the huge shadow of the coffin appeared, completely filling it with it.
boom!!!
It seemed as if the dark green silk ribbons of huge waves fell down.
At present, Kong Meng and Qiao Ciguang have already fulfilled this requirement, and only Si Hongqingyan is left.
Since that's the case, Pei Ling used the replica to take the other party's side...
Anyway, just give an explanation to the other two taboos.
Moreover, the two taboos may not be able to see the problem!
After arranging all this, Pei Ling looked at Chongming Sect again and confirmed that Senior Sister Li, Si Hong Miaoli, Su Xirou, Hua Yuran... were all without any problems, he nodded slightly.
But when he saw that the ancestor Fuqiong and Xingheng were neither there, he frowned.
Last time he asked Master Xinghen for advice on the tribulation and learned that several masters had something to do recently.
However, if there is no ancestor in the entire Chongming Sect, what should I do if there is any problem with his Taoist companions when refining the power of the catastrophe?
Thinking of this, Pei Ling took a step forward, instantly left Yousu Tomb and appeared on the vast sea.
His voice said calmly: Senior ‘Fuqian’, Senior ‘Star Heir’.
After the words finished, Pei Ling waited for a moment, and saw the whale waves around him and the water was surging without any response.
Seeing this, he did not hesitate. Two replicas of his own immediately appeared on both sides of the left and right sides. These two replicas immediately turned into the appearance of the ancestor Fuqiong and the ancestor Xinghen.
Pei Ling said gently again: Senior ‘Fuqian’, Senior ‘Star Heir’.
The two replicas beside him responded at the same time: What's the matter?
As soon as he spoke, Pei Ling immediately looked towards Qingyaoshan.
His eyes penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers, blocking them. In an instant, he saw that in the depths of Yu Yuan, the search tree was tilted into the clouds, hanging down thousands of dark green silk ribbons, and the hematuria dotted them, and the malicious eyes opened from the hematuria.
Its aura is terrifying and chaotic, as if it is the embodiment of all evil, disaster, terror, tyranny, and depravity in this world.
Just when Pei Ling saw this searching for the tree, the searching for the tree seemed to have some sense. The dark green silk ribbons swayed together, and the dense pupils turned all towards him, looking at him in the air.
Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged, and immediately his mind moved, and the two replicas on his body disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a towering portal rose in the void in front of him, exuding a powerful curse aura!
Pei Ling stepped into it.
After his figure disappeared into the door, the Curse Gate immediately disappeared.
The originally calm ocean suddenly stirred up storm waves, and the sound of the water flowing surging everywhere. Countless sea clans fled in panic, huge ripples splashed, and the rubber storm turned into a cave, the anger of the sea was swelling, and the sky and earth were shivering in the blink of an eye.
********************
Qingyao Mountain.
Yu Yuan.
The aura of the prehistoric world is extremely rich. On the search tree, the dense eyeballs look coldly from every silk ribbon.
Evil, chaos, tyranny, malicious... almost as much as the essence.
The vast fields have turned into potholes and uneven mountains at this moment.
Huge pits, like trauma, are scattered all over this ruins.
In the dry Yuyuan, countless smokes rolled up and went straight into the sky.
The void is full of spider-web-like cracks. From time to time, chaotic storms escape, tearing apart the space, making the entire remains feel distorted and turbulent.
Huai Terror The whole body was trapped in the bottom of one of the huge pits, and there was a huge blood hole in the chest. Through the hole, you could clearly see the mud and sand behind him. In the blood hole, dark green surging, and the blood flowing was turning from bright red to dark green.
His body is completely perfect, his breath is scattered, and he is trying hard to stand up from the bottom of the pit.
Ying Ning's face was pale as if dead, half kneeled on the ground, and countless dark green silk ribbons penetrated his back and nailed him to the ground. Each silk ribbon turned into a wriggling living thing, sticky and cold, constantly eroding his Taoist body.
Liao Hui was in mid-air, and his leather robe and clothes were floating, clean and clean, without any blood. However, they disappeared from below the waist.
Instead, there are dense rhizomes.
All the rhizomes grew closely with Liaoqiu, as if he was born to be half a human and half a root. These rhizomes took root on the earth and raised them high, just like a ritual of sacrifice. Among the rhizomes, the gurgling sound of blood flowing towards the earth was endless.
Master Liaoqiu, who was lifted up in the air, had dissipated his snake in his eyes, his spirit disappeared, and he had lost all his breath, but he had already fallen for a long time!
Xinghen fell in a pool of blood. Around it, there were white bones, as if a bone blanket was paved on the desolate land. At this moment, all the bones were extremely dim in color, and even turned into ashes.
Countless dark green silk ribbons climbed out of the bone crevices, scrambling to wrap around each piece of white bone and extracting any nutrients.
The crisscrossing silk ribbons are like layers of spider webs, wrapped around the star hatred.
His original robe and clothing were almost dyed dark green.
The wind blows, and the smell of blood spreads.
Fuqiong stood in the air, blood dripping down the corner of his robe. His body, big and small, was covered in dark green, and hema was constantly wriggling, and hema was born, opening his resentful eyes.
His breath, fluctuations, flaws and perfection, constantly alternating like a revolving lantern.
Among the five, only he was barely in a state of impotence, but he was about to be unable to maintain it!
Fuqiong's face was extremely pale. So far, they have tried their best. All the means that require heavy costs have been used without reservation, and even used a sect foundation.
But at the moment, not to mention defeating Xunmu, even if you can escape!
Even, they were able to survive until now because Xunmu did not use all his strength!
No!
To be precise, Xunmu does not seem to regard them as their real opponents. Until now, Xunmu has been on guard against something!
As my mind turned, the huge tree crown covering the four poles above my head moved slightly, and the dark green swept down again.
Endless depravity, like a rolling wave, roaring towards Fuqian.
In the dark, there seemed to be thousands of voices overlapping, resounding in Fuqiong's ears, hysterically urging him to fall, fall, fall...
Fuqiong immediately made a magic trick, and golden light suddenly emerged in the void, his eyebrows flashed, and a red gold coffin suddenly appeared, with an ethereal meaning filling the world.
The golden coffin is buried in the world!
The next moment, all the golden light wrapped around Fuqiong, and the huge shadow of the coffin appeared, completely filling it with it.
boom!!!
It seemed as if the dark green silk ribbons of huge waves fell down.
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