PEI Ling still maintained the image of the faceless great immortal as he sat cross-legged on the altar.
More and more curse power surged into his body, and it became stronger and stronger. Soon, it exceeded the limit that his body could bear.
The power of the curse seemed to be endless, and it was still pouring into his body. In fact, other than the power of the curse, there was also pure and majestic hatred, pure and powerful resentment, uncountable life providences, and the vast power of laws ...
BOOM!
In the next moment, the statue that PEI Ling was disguised as exploded and instantly turned into a cloud of dust.
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Darkness.
He could not tell up from down, left from right, and he could not feel the passage of time.
PEI Ling felt that he had lost all his strength. In an empty, empty space, he kept falling and falling ...
The memories of the past flashed past his eyes like a fleeting shadow ...
After 18 years of cultivation, he had finally activated the system, but he was met with a series of mishaps. He had fought Wu tingxi and won by a stroke of luck. When he entered the heavy-chain sect, he killed three fellow disciples at night and entered a Wolf's Den when he was fleeing for his life. After going through several life and death situations in Luoshan city, he was only able to catch his breath and coincidentally stepped into a dangerous place like the Han family's Villa. From then on, he had begun to inherit the "curse."
After that, in the great outer sect tournament, scholartree peak won three battles out of three. RUO Xiu peak was unparalleled in the limelight. Finally, they became famous after the battle at mirror heaven and entered the sights of the higher-ups of the heavy-weight sect ...
After that, he used Qi cultivation to fight against Foundation establishment cultivators, killed cursed ghosts, and reached heavenly Dao Foundation establishment. At that time, Luquan City was destroyed, Sangzi no longer existed, and his old friends were destitute. From then on, they bid farewell to the mortal world and wholeheartedly pursued the great Dao.
After traveling around the Empire and experiencing many twists and turns, he entered the realm of small freedom to form his gold core.
The ethereal Island had once again won the Dao competition and obtained the inheritance of 'curse', once again solidifying their Dao Foundation.
He had originally thought that his path as a Saint would be smooth from now on.
However, the world was unpredictable. On the eve of the Grand ceremony, he mistakenly refined the sect leader's wife as a furnace tripod and had no choice but to leave the sect in a hurry to wander the world.
Li Shu's sorrow in Ying city, the strangeness of Xi Wu Academy, the madness in the eternal night desert, the temporary calm and shocking change in crossing disaster abyss ... And the difficulty of fighting the incarnation of the SU Li Sutra ...
The faces of Senior Sister li lieyue and Tianji Yan minghan suddenly appeared. PEI Ling's consciousness was already gradually starting to blur. He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said,"Wait for my return."
But very quickly, both li lieyue and Yan mingchen's emotions faded.
The darkness was like a tide, annihilating everything.
Body, cultivation, consciousness, memory ...
PEI Ling was like a painting that was being wiped away, becoming fainter and fainter bit by bit. Finally, he turned into a faint shadow, as if he would disappear in the next moment.
However, at this moment, there was an extremely strong will that supported him and prevented him from completely disappearing in this void.
As if he had experienced an incomparably long period of time, PEI Ling suddenly saw a figure dressed in cotton clothes. His long hair hung loose and he was wearing straw sandals. His back was facing him as he strode forward with large sleeves fluttering in the wind.
Unknowingly, PEI Ling followed behind the other party in a daze, walking step by step on the deer that the other party had passed.
In the void where one could not tell up from down, left from right, and time from time, the two's footprints were winding. They did not know where they came from, nor where they were going.
PEI Ling followed closely behind the cloth-clothed figure. After walking for a long time, it was as if thousands of years had passed. He did not know why he was doing this, nor did he know how long he had to continue walking. He only subconsciously moved his feet.
Suddenly, a huge door appeared in front of the two of them!
The door was built between two skeleton mountains made of thousands of bones. On the peak of the mountain, there was a half-squatting skeleton standing on each of them. They were like two towering peaks, so tall that they were unbelievable.
On the shoulders of dozens of skulls was a three-room and five-pillar bright archway. The board was engraved with a hundred ghosts walking at night. It was filled with ghosts of all shapes and sizes. Countless eyes flickered, and the yin energy was majestic as if it was corporeal.
On the main ridge of the archway, there was a huge Suan ni the size of a mountain. Its empty eye sockets were filled with deep darkness, cold and unfathomable, and it quietly looked into the distance.
The figure in plain clothes didn't stop walking until he reached the door.
PEI Ling continued to walk forward, and the distance between them grew closer and closer ... In the end, he took a step forward and directly collided with the figure in cotton clothes.
However, when he touched the figure, he felt nothing, as if it was just an illusion.
When PEI Ling stood at the position where he overlapped with his opponent, their figures gradually merged ...
PEI Ling suddenly sobered up. Somehow, he seemed to know the path he had to take next.
Without any hesitation, PEI Ling continued to walk forward. He directly passed through this incomparably majestic door.
The moment he passed through the gate, the entire gate turned into a jet-black smoke that suddenly rushed into his body.
Without stopping, PEI Ling continued to walk forward.
In the void ahead, an earthen house gradually appeared.
Mud walls mixed with grass, golden straw roofs, moss growing, and melon seedlings hanging low. The flower on the window had already faded, but the word "Fu" was still clearly plastered on the simple wooden door.
This was the mud house of the 'crowd'.
PEI Ling did not stop and directly walked into the mud house.
The next moment, the mud house shook slightly and turned into a black smoke that entered his body.
The surroundings once again returned to nothingness as PEI Ling continued walking forward.
Not long after, an elegant wooden pavilion appeared.
The tea flag fluttered, half-old and not new, hanging on the railing.
PEI Ling stepped forward and entered the teahouse.
In the teahouse, mo minglan, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked at him ...
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In the Xiao family's ancestral hall.
The candlelight in the palace lanterns was like an irritable living creature, fiercely tearing at each other, and the light and shadow flickered all around, making people feel ominous.
Xiao Shou fell to the ground, barely breathing.
The wounds from his sacrifice this time had not recovered. More and more blood flowed out of the wounds and had already soaked the floor tiles under him.
His aura was rapidly weakening and he could not hold on any longer.
Yu and The Pink Bride struggled for a long time before they finally put on the mask.
The two of them panted heavily. After a while, The Pink Bride said in a slightly rushed tone, " &Quot; it'll be beneficial for us at night, but we don't have enough clues at the moment. It's not good! &Quot;
'Yu' nodded his head slightly. Without the mask, the Xiao family would have the upper hand the moment they saw the altar. There would be no problem with the sacrifice, but they could not continue with their plan!
He composed himself and said in a deep voice, " "We have to refine the life providences that don't belong to us,"
The Pink Bride frowned and was about to say something when a deafening sound suddenly erupted from behind the bead curtain!