The next moment, Pei Ling discovered that he was not on the river where the battle had been fought before, but was buried in a pile of corpses.
At this moment, his qi and blood were decaying, and his whole body was covered with rotten wounds, and his faces were densely covered with them, which looked terrible.
Although the power was used to suppress it in time in the dream, the curse still erupted rapidly at this moment.
Mo Lilan turned into a mysterious shirt like ink, leaning against him, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes were drooping, and his white face was quiet and calm, but his will returned to the dream of a true immortal. His body in the world automatically fell into a deep sleep.
Pei Ling quickly checked the surroundings and found that their upper, lower, left and right were all covered with ancient colors and many years of death.
Almost all the flesh and blood of these bones has disappeared, only broken robes, hidden in the white bones stacked like mountains.
Even so, there is still a bright light on the bones.
Some are clear and spiritual, some are evil, and all kinds of Taoist rhymes linger in it, as if even time is difficult to cleanse.
It can be seen that the masters of these skeletons, whether they were right or evil during their lifetime, had extremely high cultivation.
But at this moment, it was like a mass grave in a mundane year, no one buried it or picked it up, stacked together in a row, even reminding people of going to the fish market late.
The dead fishing catches are also piled up in the corner so casually, allowing mosquitoes and flies to erode.
Between the bones, mud and sand accumulate, and many cold-scented spiritual plants are born, dark vines and dark green moss, which are tangled and filled with skulls and bones.
There is occasionally a glimmer of light flashing among the branches and leaves, which are many magic weapons that have lost their spirituality, and they are buried here with the master.
Time is long, and the sharpness that once trembled the world and was extremely sharp have been buried.
It is as rusty as iron, scattered all over the ground.
Pei Ling was stunned, and then he quickly realized that the seed of fortune was killed in the immortal dream, and his consciousness had been completely wiped out by himself.
But his power in this world could not destroy this seed of divine wood.
Therefore, the seeds of creation are still intact now.
Pei Ling immediately put the eyeball in his hand into the storage bag, and then quickly implemented the Life and Death Constitution to lift the rules set before.
In a moment, the constitution of life and death was lifted, and the curse on Pei Ling's body stopped immediately.
His voice was cold and magnificent: Rebellion!
As the words fell, all the curses began to fade.
Pei Ling had returned to normal in a blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, seeing that the will of the true immortal had not yet returned to Mo Lilan's body, he thought and reached out to hold Mo Lilan's palm.
The two of them clasped each other, and Mo Lilan quickly turned into a thick ball of darkness and melted into his body.
Circles of dark red patterns emerged, and soon after, as the incarnation was completely retracted, the dark red patterns quietly retreated.
After doing all this, Pei Ling's divine thoughts unfolded and searched around him, but he did not find Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen's figures.
He frowned, but soon realized that Su Xirou and the other two had already lost their true bodies.
I was pulled into the dream of the true immortal before, but in fact, I had already left Yousu Tomb...
After leaving Yousu Tomb, go to the dream of the True Immortal and take the person back.
As his mind moved, Pei Ling tried hard to push away the pile of corpses and crawled outside...
The turbid yellow river water flows quietly, and above the river surface, it is clear at a glance, the fields are vast and vast, and the sky is gray, and there is nothing except the gray sky and yellow water.
Under the river, large shadows flashed rapidly from time to time, as if countless sneaks were hidden.
The cold breath dissipated, like a thin layer of mist, silent and floating quietly.
In the vast expanse, a tall corpse mountain floated on the river surface, dense corpses stacked on each other, like mountains, floating with sinking.
Suddenly, a strong muscled arm stretched out from the top of the mountain of corpse and grabbed a leg bone.
The next moment, Pei Ling crawled out of it with the help of force.
Standing on the mountain of corpse, looking around, I saw the river water drooping low.
He suddenly realized that this corpse mountain was the one he saw on the way through the first post station and Su Xirou to the second post station!
And the man in black robe he met has always been a seed of fortune in the mountain of corpses!
At this time, a space crack appeared above Pei Ling's head.
A powerful suction force came.
Pei Ling was immediately sucked into the crack.
********************
The land of creation.
The third portal.
A space crack suddenly appeared in the center of the portal.
Pei Ling floated out of it with a calm expression.
The open space is vast, and the white mist is like a wall in the distance.
At this moment, the door behind him collapsed!
The blood light disappeared inch by inch, and the miserable red vines and thousands of gallbladders made hysterical screams. In the roaring sound of a huge wave, the towering portal was like the sky collapsed, roaring and collapsed.
Looking at this extremely spectacular and terrifying scene, Pei Ling seemed to feel something in his heart and immediately took out the seeds of fortune.
The third gate was like a tired bird who went to the forest or a wandering child returned home, and without any hesitation, rushing into the seeds of fortune.
It is like disaster, a terrifying aura, and the remaining fragments when it collapses... all the seeds come and absorb them all.
After a while, the third portal completely disappeared, and there was only a vast area left on the empty ground.
Losing the suppression of the portal power, the high wall made of white mist in the distance rolled down like a flood, turning into thousands of troops, rushing up one after another, quickly swallowing the area.
A cold, wet and heavy feeling swept across. In the midst of the fog, Pei Ling put away the seeds of fortune again. He did not see Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghuà coming out of the third sect. In addition, the Mingtian Dream that the true immortal will had previously displayed, he did not see Senior Sister Li, Yan Minghuà, Yu and the red pink bride...
As expected, the only one who entered the third sect this time should be himself.
Thinking of this, Pei Ling quickly identified the lower position and was about to find Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghuà when suddenly, three extremely terrifying gazes penetrated the layers of voids and all fell on him!
Pei Ling immediately felt as if the endless huge mountains were pressing down, and his whole body could not move, his magic power was stagnant, and his thinking was slow, as if he was frozen in an instant.
These three gazes had no intention of covering up. From head to toe, they carefully looked at his whole body, as if they wanted to see through him completely.
Fortunately, this process didn't last long.
The three sights were quickly withdrawn.
Pei Ling recovered his physical control, and a dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He gasped and his heart beat like thunder.
In a moment, just after a breath of relief, before taking a step, a figure quietly emerged in the white mist.
In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Pei Ling.
At this moment, his qi and blood were decaying, and his whole body was covered with rotten wounds, and his faces were densely covered with them, which looked terrible.
Although the power was used to suppress it in time in the dream, the curse still erupted rapidly at this moment.
Mo Lilan turned into a mysterious shirt like ink, leaning against him, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes were drooping, and his white face was quiet and calm, but his will returned to the dream of a true immortal. His body in the world automatically fell into a deep sleep.
Pei Ling quickly checked the surroundings and found that their upper, lower, left and right were all covered with ancient colors and many years of death.
Almost all the flesh and blood of these bones has disappeared, only broken robes, hidden in the white bones stacked like mountains.
Even so, there is still a bright light on the bones.
Some are clear and spiritual, some are evil, and all kinds of Taoist rhymes linger in it, as if even time is difficult to cleanse.
It can be seen that the masters of these skeletons, whether they were right or evil during their lifetime, had extremely high cultivation.
But at this moment, it was like a mass grave in a mundane year, no one buried it or picked it up, stacked together in a row, even reminding people of going to the fish market late.
The dead fishing catches are also piled up in the corner so casually, allowing mosquitoes and flies to erode.
Between the bones, mud and sand accumulate, and many cold-scented spiritual plants are born, dark vines and dark green moss, which are tangled and filled with skulls and bones.
There is occasionally a glimmer of light flashing among the branches and leaves, which are many magic weapons that have lost their spirituality, and they are buried here with the master.
Time is long, and the sharpness that once trembled the world and was extremely sharp have been buried.
It is as rusty as iron, scattered all over the ground.
Pei Ling was stunned, and then he quickly realized that the seed of fortune was killed in the immortal dream, and his consciousness had been completely wiped out by himself.
But his power in this world could not destroy this seed of divine wood.
Therefore, the seeds of creation are still intact now.
Pei Ling immediately put the eyeball in his hand into the storage bag, and then quickly implemented the Life and Death Constitution to lift the rules set before.
In a moment, the constitution of life and death was lifted, and the curse on Pei Ling's body stopped immediately.
His voice was cold and magnificent: Rebellion!
As the words fell, all the curses began to fade.
Pei Ling had returned to normal in a blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, seeing that the will of the true immortal had not yet returned to Mo Lilan's body, he thought and reached out to hold Mo Lilan's palm.
The two of them clasped each other, and Mo Lilan quickly turned into a thick ball of darkness and melted into his body.
Circles of dark red patterns emerged, and soon after, as the incarnation was completely retracted, the dark red patterns quietly retreated.
After doing all this, Pei Ling's divine thoughts unfolded and searched around him, but he did not find Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen's figures.
He frowned, but soon realized that Su Xirou and the other two had already lost their true bodies.
I was pulled into the dream of the true immortal before, but in fact, I had already left Yousu Tomb...
After leaving Yousu Tomb, go to the dream of the True Immortal and take the person back.
As his mind moved, Pei Ling tried hard to push away the pile of corpses and crawled outside...
The turbid yellow river water flows quietly, and above the river surface, it is clear at a glance, the fields are vast and vast, and the sky is gray, and there is nothing except the gray sky and yellow water.
Under the river, large shadows flashed rapidly from time to time, as if countless sneaks were hidden.
The cold breath dissipated, like a thin layer of mist, silent and floating quietly.
In the vast expanse, a tall corpse mountain floated on the river surface, dense corpses stacked on each other, like mountains, floating with sinking.
Suddenly, a strong muscled arm stretched out from the top of the mountain of corpse and grabbed a leg bone.
The next moment, Pei Ling crawled out of it with the help of force.
Standing on the mountain of corpse, looking around, I saw the river water drooping low.
He suddenly realized that this corpse mountain was the one he saw on the way through the first post station and Su Xirou to the second post station!
And the man in black robe he met has always been a seed of fortune in the mountain of corpses!
At this time, a space crack appeared above Pei Ling's head.
A powerful suction force came.
Pei Ling was immediately sucked into the crack.
********************
The land of creation.
The third portal.
A space crack suddenly appeared in the center of the portal.
Pei Ling floated out of it with a calm expression.
The open space is vast, and the white mist is like a wall in the distance.
At this moment, the door behind him collapsed!
The blood light disappeared inch by inch, and the miserable red vines and thousands of gallbladders made hysterical screams. In the roaring sound of a huge wave, the towering portal was like the sky collapsed, roaring and collapsed.
Looking at this extremely spectacular and terrifying scene, Pei Ling seemed to feel something in his heart and immediately took out the seeds of fortune.
The third gate was like a tired bird who went to the forest or a wandering child returned home, and without any hesitation, rushing into the seeds of fortune.
It is like disaster, a terrifying aura, and the remaining fragments when it collapses... all the seeds come and absorb them all.
After a while, the third portal completely disappeared, and there was only a vast area left on the empty ground.
Losing the suppression of the portal power, the high wall made of white mist in the distance rolled down like a flood, turning into thousands of troops, rushing up one after another, quickly swallowing the area.
A cold, wet and heavy feeling swept across. In the midst of the fog, Pei Ling put away the seeds of fortune again. He did not see Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghuà coming out of the third sect. In addition, the Mingtian Dream that the true immortal will had previously displayed, he did not see Senior Sister Li, Yan Minghuà, Yu and the red pink bride...
As expected, the only one who entered the third sect this time should be himself.
Thinking of this, Pei Ling quickly identified the lower position and was about to find Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghuà when suddenly, three extremely terrifying gazes penetrated the layers of voids and all fell on him!
Pei Ling immediately felt as if the endless huge mountains were pressing down, and his whole body could not move, his magic power was stagnant, and his thinking was slow, as if he was frozen in an instant.
These three gazes had no intention of covering up. From head to toe, they carefully looked at his whole body, as if they wanted to see through him completely.
Fortunately, this process didn't last long.
The three sights were quickly withdrawn.
Pei Ling recovered his physical control, and a dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He gasped and his heart beat like thunder.
In a moment, just after a breath of relief, before taking a step, a figure quietly emerged in the white mist.
In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Pei Ling.
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