Chongming Sect.
Floating light pool.
The pond reflects a huge city, with traffic inside and bustling.
On the edge of the floating light pool, through the city wall, you can vaguely see traces of distant mountains.
The mountains are undulating and winding, and the tulle-like clouds linger in it, looking like a fairyland on earth.
At this moment, above a certain mountain, from a distance, it looks like the bright red color of autumn maple trees, but it is a strange spiritual plant.
This spiritual planting branch is like a human bone, white and bleak, and the flowers and leaves are like solidified blood, emitting a fishy and sweet smell.
Countless translucent faces of resentful souls were squeezed densely on the flowers and leaves, and kept opening their mouths and making a shrill roar.
Many roars gathered into indescribable ghost crying, echoing throughout the forest.
Under the forest, there is a kind of white sand, which is shining with a cold color under the dim light, just like bone residues that have been washed repeatedly.
In the deep forest, an old man in a bamboo crown was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.
The old man's face was ordinary, so ordinary that as long as he turned his eyes away from his face, he would completely forget his appearance and close his eyes in a state of indifference.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed across his calm face, and he said to himself: The mist of the dark sky, the desert of eternal night...
This matter is very strange!
This time, Si Hong Miaoli was suddenly attacked and activated the means he had arranged in his bloodline.This was originally for Si Hong Miaoli's mission, but unexpectedly, she met Pei Ling in Dueryuan.
There are no truly top talents in the Si Hong family. The plan to steal the Medicine Fairy at the last elixir ceremony was declared unsuccessful. For the benefit of the clan for the next three hundred years, there must be a genius who can shoulder the heavy responsibility!
If a saint who has not yet grown up can be taken into his pocket, it will be better than Si Hong's original plan!
Therefore, Si Honghanrong directly changed his original plan just now...
But unexpectedly, the Holy Son's cultivation not only broke through to the incarnation, but also had such a strong strength that he even failed!
A cultivator in the middle stage of the God Transformation actually has the strength of the Return to Void?
Even though this is the Holy Son who came all the way from the outer sect of the Holy Sect, it is too unbelievable!
Moreover, that kind of darkness can even isolate his divine thoughts.
This is exactly the same as the mist of the dark sky in the Eternal Night Desert!
Thinking of this, Si Honghanrong immediately took out a music transmission note and activated it.
Soon, a delicate voice came from the notes, and she said lazily: Ancestor, what's the matter with me?
Si Honghanrong said: Qingyan, how many disasters did Pei Ling transform into a god?
Pei Ling?Si Hongqingyan was stunned at first, then smiled lazyly, how could this palace know how many disasters he had transformed into a god?The ancestor should ask Jiu Ali.
Si Honghanrong frowned and said: Qingyan, don’t mess around.This is a matter of justice!
Si Hongqingyan sneered for a while before she smiled and said: Some time ago, did the ancestor blame me for losing Si Hong's face?Why are you going to ask me about Pei Ling’s cultivation level now?
Si Honghan said calmly: This time and then, don’t waste time, say.
Upon hearing this, Si Hongqingyan understates: Okay, but I really don’t know how many disasters Pei Ling has transformed into a god.
But since it is a family need, as the legitimate daughter of the Si Hong family, I naturally have no choice but to do so.
I'll go and ask Pei Ling in person.
Even if he succeeds in his plan and is imprisoned to remedy, he will definitely try every means to test his details...
Si Honghanrong said calmly as if he hadn't heard the last sentence: Within three days, I must know the result.
In the notes of the sound transmission, Si Hongqingyan replied dissatisfiedly: Three days are enough...
Before she could finish her words, Si Honghanrong directly disconnected the voice transmission.
********************
Crossing the Eyuan.
Yellow characters, underground, vacuum spiritual formation.
The darkness, which was as viscous as the essence, seemed to be pulled by something, began to converge and collapse towards the center, and finally merged into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling's robe sleeves were free of wind, and in a moment, his majestic momentum was barely restrained.
Not far away, Si Hongmiaoli was lying on the ground, her white background and blue-patterned clothing was already ruined. The snowy skin exposed by the fruit was covered with scars, and the bright red blood was slowly seeping out, wetting the skirt.
His eyes were closed, but he had already fainted.
Seeing that although Junior Sister Song was seriously injured, her breath was still stable and she had no life worries, the four female cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief, but they quickly looked at Pei Ling with caution.
This saint son of Chongming Sect is also a devil!
Moreover, the opponent defeated Junior Sister Song, controlled by the Si Hong ancestor, who was so strong that even if the four of them joined forces and had all their trump cards, they would never be their opponent.
However, in the battle just now, the other party deliberately protected the four of them from beginning to end, and when they fought with the Si Hong ancestor, they deliberately avoided the vital points of Junior Sister Song, but they didn't know what the other party's purpose was...
Thinking of this, Chen Yinchen asked tentatively: Are you really the Holy Son of Chongming Sect?
At this time, Pei Ling had just calmed down his breath. When he heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: Why do you know too much if you must have forgotten people?
Hearing this, the four female cultivators frowned slightly. They were about to say something, but their faces were stunned. The next moment, their minds suddenly became blank.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong feeling of sleep came.
They had no power to resist and fell asleep directly...
Pei Ling moved his pace, walked to Si Hong Miaoli, checked the other party's situation, and saw that he was indeed not seriously injured, so he felt relieved.
The Si Hong ancestor's methods were very strange, but unfortunately, the opponent fought against him from a distance and could not exert much strength.
As his mind moved, Pei Ling took out the healing pill and gave it to Si Hongmiaoli.
The best elixir has extraordinary effect, and Si Hong Miaoli's injury has recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a moment, her eyelids moved and she woke up slowly.
When he opened his eyes and saw Pei Ling, Si Hong Miaoli was stunned at first, then he immediately climbed up and said in surprise: Holy Son, where is this?
Pei Ling stood not far away, his heart full of vigilance. He was not completely sure that it was Si Hong Miaoli who woke up this time, or the ancestor of the Si Hong family!
So, without any signs, Pei Ling directly exerted a sword energy and flew straight toward Si Hongmiaoli's eyebrows.
brush!
Si Hong Miaoli immediately looked surprised, but she couldn't dodge at all, so she could only watch the arrival of death.
But the next moment, the sword energy stopped steadily in front of her eyebrows. The sharp edge had the illusion of cutting it open anytime and anywhere, but it had not even hurt her skin.
Pei Ling looked at this scene and nodded slightly. If it were the ancestor of Si Hong, even if he knew it was his test, as the ancestor of a clan, he would not be able to let him, a junior, resist his eyebrows...
Floating light pool.
The pond reflects a huge city, with traffic inside and bustling.
On the edge of the floating light pool, through the city wall, you can vaguely see traces of distant mountains.
The mountains are undulating and winding, and the tulle-like clouds linger in it, looking like a fairyland on earth.
At this moment, above a certain mountain, from a distance, it looks like the bright red color of autumn maple trees, but it is a strange spiritual plant.
This spiritual planting branch is like a human bone, white and bleak, and the flowers and leaves are like solidified blood, emitting a fishy and sweet smell.
Countless translucent faces of resentful souls were squeezed densely on the flowers and leaves, and kept opening their mouths and making a shrill roar.
Many roars gathered into indescribable ghost crying, echoing throughout the forest.
Under the forest, there is a kind of white sand, which is shining with a cold color under the dim light, just like bone residues that have been washed repeatedly.
In the deep forest, an old man in a bamboo crown was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.
The old man's face was ordinary, so ordinary that as long as he turned his eyes away from his face, he would completely forget his appearance and close his eyes in a state of indifference.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed across his calm face, and he said to himself: The mist of the dark sky, the desert of eternal night...
This matter is very strange!
This time, Si Hong Miaoli was suddenly attacked and activated the means he had arranged in his bloodline.This was originally for Si Hong Miaoli's mission, but unexpectedly, she met Pei Ling in Dueryuan.
There are no truly top talents in the Si Hong family. The plan to steal the Medicine Fairy at the last elixir ceremony was declared unsuccessful. For the benefit of the clan for the next three hundred years, there must be a genius who can shoulder the heavy responsibility!
If a saint who has not yet grown up can be taken into his pocket, it will be better than Si Hong's original plan!
Therefore, Si Honghanrong directly changed his original plan just now...
But unexpectedly, the Holy Son's cultivation not only broke through to the incarnation, but also had such a strong strength that he even failed!
A cultivator in the middle stage of the God Transformation actually has the strength of the Return to Void?
Even though this is the Holy Son who came all the way from the outer sect of the Holy Sect, it is too unbelievable!
Moreover, that kind of darkness can even isolate his divine thoughts.
This is exactly the same as the mist of the dark sky in the Eternal Night Desert!
Thinking of this, Si Honghanrong immediately took out a music transmission note and activated it.
Soon, a delicate voice came from the notes, and she said lazily: Ancestor, what's the matter with me?
Si Honghanrong said: Qingyan, how many disasters did Pei Ling transform into a god?
Pei Ling?Si Hongqingyan was stunned at first, then smiled lazyly, how could this palace know how many disasters he had transformed into a god?The ancestor should ask Jiu Ali.
Si Honghanrong frowned and said: Qingyan, don’t mess around.This is a matter of justice!
Si Hongqingyan sneered for a while before she smiled and said: Some time ago, did the ancestor blame me for losing Si Hong's face?Why are you going to ask me about Pei Ling’s cultivation level now?
Si Honghan said calmly: This time and then, don’t waste time, say.
Upon hearing this, Si Hongqingyan understates: Okay, but I really don’t know how many disasters Pei Ling has transformed into a god.
But since it is a family need, as the legitimate daughter of the Si Hong family, I naturally have no choice but to do so.
I'll go and ask Pei Ling in person.
Even if he succeeds in his plan and is imprisoned to remedy, he will definitely try every means to test his details...
Si Honghanrong said calmly as if he hadn't heard the last sentence: Within three days, I must know the result.
In the notes of the sound transmission, Si Hongqingyan replied dissatisfiedly: Three days are enough...
Before she could finish her words, Si Honghanrong directly disconnected the voice transmission.
********************
Crossing the Eyuan.
Yellow characters, underground, vacuum spiritual formation.
The darkness, which was as viscous as the essence, seemed to be pulled by something, began to converge and collapse towards the center, and finally merged into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling's robe sleeves were free of wind, and in a moment, his majestic momentum was barely restrained.
Not far away, Si Hongmiaoli was lying on the ground, her white background and blue-patterned clothing was already ruined. The snowy skin exposed by the fruit was covered with scars, and the bright red blood was slowly seeping out, wetting the skirt.
His eyes were closed, but he had already fainted.
Seeing that although Junior Sister Song was seriously injured, her breath was still stable and she had no life worries, the four female cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief, but they quickly looked at Pei Ling with caution.
This saint son of Chongming Sect is also a devil!
Moreover, the opponent defeated Junior Sister Song, controlled by the Si Hong ancestor, who was so strong that even if the four of them joined forces and had all their trump cards, they would never be their opponent.
However, in the battle just now, the other party deliberately protected the four of them from beginning to end, and when they fought with the Si Hong ancestor, they deliberately avoided the vital points of Junior Sister Song, but they didn't know what the other party's purpose was...
Thinking of this, Chen Yinchen asked tentatively: Are you really the Holy Son of Chongming Sect?
At this time, Pei Ling had just calmed down his breath. When he heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: Why do you know too much if you must have forgotten people?
Hearing this, the four female cultivators frowned slightly. They were about to say something, but their faces were stunned. The next moment, their minds suddenly became blank.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong feeling of sleep came.
They had no power to resist and fell asleep directly...
Pei Ling moved his pace, walked to Si Hong Miaoli, checked the other party's situation, and saw that he was indeed not seriously injured, so he felt relieved.
The Si Hong ancestor's methods were very strange, but unfortunately, the opponent fought against him from a distance and could not exert much strength.
As his mind moved, Pei Ling took out the healing pill and gave it to Si Hongmiaoli.
The best elixir has extraordinary effect, and Si Hong Miaoli's injury has recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a moment, her eyelids moved and she woke up slowly.
When he opened his eyes and saw Pei Ling, Si Hong Miaoli was stunned at first, then he immediately climbed up and said in surprise: Holy Son, where is this?
Pei Ling stood not far away, his heart full of vigilance. He was not completely sure that it was Si Hong Miaoli who woke up this time, or the ancestor of the Si Hong family!
So, without any signs, Pei Ling directly exerted a sword energy and flew straight toward Si Hongmiaoli's eyebrows.
brush!
Si Hong Miaoli immediately looked surprised, but she couldn't dodge at all, so she could only watch the arrival of death.
But the next moment, the sword energy stopped steadily in front of her eyebrows. The sharp edge had the illusion of cutting it open anytime and anywhere, but it had not even hurt her skin.
Pei Ling looked at this scene and nodded slightly. If it were the ancestor of Si Hong, even if he knew it was his test, as the ancestor of a clan, he would not be able to let him, a junior, resist his eyebrows...
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