I just want to be a quiet man

Clang!

The moment the Nine Soul Knife was sheathed, its aura of chaos, evil, depravity, tyranny... instantly subsided.

The high-hanging blood moon finally disappeared.

Pei Ling's saber intent was restrained, and everything returned to normal in the cave.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought in his mind, a figure in a green shirt and straw sandals with a whisk in his hand appeared beside him, which was exactly the replica of "World Taste".

At this moment, the replica is sleeping peacefully.

Pei Ling took a step forward, and the surrounding scene changed instantly, turning into a lush forest.

This mountain forest is peaceful and peaceful, full of ideas, completely different from the prehistoric forests. There are nine peaks standing in the distance, but they are near Jiuyi Mountain... This is the dream of the replica of "World Taste"!

At this moment, on the clearing in the forest, "Shiwei" and "Feirong" are both sitting cross-legged on the ground, with blood bubbling all over their bodies, converging into a pool. Both of them have broken limbs and broken arms, and their breath is unstable. .

However, in their wounds, the blood turned into scarlet eyes, flickering frantically sucking life, and in the pool of blood, dense silk threads rose up, wrapped around the two of them, and kept pushing them towards the pool of blood that was originally just a puddle. Drag it down, as if trying to drown them in it.

The cold and chaotic atmosphere eroded the surroundings, and the grass and trees that were originally harmless to humans and animals began to distort a little bit...

Pei Ling frowned slightly. He had put mortals in the dreams of mortals before, and he couldn't last too long.

Otherwise, mortals will be assimilated by dreams.

And now this dream is not a natural dream of a mortal, but a dream of a replica created by him using the law...

This is equivalent to a special space temporarily built by him using the two principles of "public" and "sleep".

But the law of "sleep" has now become the "origin" avenue.

"World Taste" and "Fei Rong" are not immortals, but right now they can't bear the erosion of the "Origin" Dao.

If this continues, these two seniors will also be completely deformed, like crazy demons in the Eternal Night Desert...

With a flash of thought, Pei Ling immediately dismissed the dream, and the three of them returned to the present world in an instant.

The replica of "World Taste" is like a cloud of smoke, dissipating in an instant.

Sensing the changes in the surrounding environment, "Shiwei" and "Feirong" only had time to look up at Pei Ling, and they didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and continued to heal their wounds with all their strength... They were seriously injured in this battle!

Although Pei Ling pulled them into the dream in time, Pei Ling's dream was also very uncomfortable!

At this time, Pei Ling stretched out his hand, and a delicate shuttle flew out of "Shiwei"'s torn sleeve and landed in his palm.

This flying shuttle is the magic weapon of "World Taste" to store mortals. At this moment, dense cracks have appeared on the flying shuttle, the pattern is broken, the breath is chaotic, and a corner is missing.

Pei Ling frowned, knowing that the mortals inside must be in danger, so he immediately urged the shuttle.

"Kakakakaka..."

In the jaw-dropping movement, the shuttle rapidly swelled, and it looked like a house in a blink of an eye.

Red and white intertwined flesh and blood, brains, pieces of internal organs, blood... not to mention living people, not even a complete bone!

Seeing this, Pei Ling immediately understood in his heart that before he moved "World Taste" and "Fei Rong" into the dream, these mortals had already been shocked to death by the aftermath of the great war!

Senior "Shiwei" deliberately put these mortals into utensils to protect them, but the immortal made a move... Senior "Shiwei" himself almost fell on the spot, let alone these mortals...

Even if he had moved all mortals into the dreamland earlier, it would not have changed any results.

Even the two Mahayanas can't bear the dream he created with the law, let alone a mortal?

This is because the cultivation base is too high, but in the current situation, the cultivation base is not high, and I can't even survive myself...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling thought, and a figure with a black robe and a knife quietly appeared, which was exactly his own replica.

Pei Ling ordered the replica body to stay here to protect "Shiwei" and "Feirong", while he transformed himself into the appearance of "Chiyao", and his figure disappeared instantly...

Chapter 44: The sun and the moon stay forever, and the past is restored.

Floating habitat.

Just like the distant mountains and near water reflected on the wet glass, blurred and chaotic, the fragrance of pine branches diffuses around, on the stone table, the chessboard is quiet, black and white intertwined.

The "old" black robe is faint, holding a chess piece in his hand, frozen in mid-air, as if time is frozen.

The Nine Schools of Mahayana surrounded the chessboard, and everyone was staring at the chessboard intently. The silence was as if dead, and the atmosphere was almost stagnant.

At this time, "Fu Qiong" suddenly said, "It's been a day."

The other Mahayanas did not reply immediately, but they all understood what he meant.

After a while, seeing that "Jiu" still didn't move and didn't have the slightest intention of making a move, the "Zhou Zhou" in Jiuyi Mountain said in a deep voice: "It seems that the situation inside has stabilized."

The white robe moved slightly, and the forehead ring reflected thousands of colors. The "Zhendu" taught by Tiansheng looked around and said in an elegant tone: "The chess game must be fierce."

"Being able to stabilize now must be the strength of this introduction."

When it comes to the strength of Xianlu Yinzi this time, all Mahayanas did not raise any objections.

Although it is said that after Pei Ling Mahayana, no one has personally seen the opponent make a move, but the Mahayana of 81 Dao Tribulations... is rare in ancient times!

Even if you are extremely unlucky and meet an immortal, you may not be unable to fight!

Thinking of this, "Jianshu" of the Liugai Dynasty collected himself and said, "This is only the first day."

"The road ahead is still long!"

The other Mahayanas all nodded. The road to immortality in the Floating Life Chess game is to climb the trees and become immortals in the years of the prehistoric period.

But now, all those who entered the game are only temporarily surviving in the flood.

Don't talk about becoming a fairy right now, I'm afraid I haven't even seen Jianmu yet!

However, when everyone was talking, "Jiu" suddenly fell towards the chessboard holding Heizi's arm.

All the Mahayanas present were silent for an instant, and needles could be heard beside the chessboard.

A pair of eyes locked on the chess game.

despair!

Amidst the crisp sound, the sunspot settled, and it landed on an empty space on the chessboard, without touching any white pieces...

On the chessboard, white pieces are lined up quietly, each piece is intact and has never been eaten.

This is an idle move!

After all Mahayanas saw it clearly, they were startled.

How is this going?

Before they could figure out the reason, an incomparably vague figure suddenly appeared opposite the "old".

This figure is humanoid, thin and tall, and seems to be wearing extremely complicated and gorgeous robes, but all the details are obscure, like a silhouette seen through a long time, full of vicissitudes and heavy atmosphere, like a fundamental Not of the present age.

"Jiu" slowly raised his head, under the hood, his eyes were like lightning, looking at the blurred figure, he said in a strong voice: "The sun and the moon will stand forever, the past will return!"

After the words fell, the incomparably blurred figure immediately stood up and walked out of the floating habitat.

The cold, grotesque, ancient, barren... aura, with every step it takes, suddenly disperses!

Looking at this scene, "Yi Yi" from Wushi Villa suddenly made a move and pointed at this figure.

The black light shot out like lightning, piercing through the figure without hindrance, but the figure was not harmed at all, and continued to walk out without stopping.

The "Ying Hui" of the Han'an Sword Sect also made a move, the brilliance in the eyes flashed, and an invisible sword energy suddenly slashed out. When the void trembled, the sharp blade slashed across the waist of the figure, and the place where it fell was empty, as if There was nothing, the sword energy finally cut into the void, and the figure continued to walk if it didn't feel it.

Seeing that there was a problem with that figure, other Mahayanas took action one after another.

Mountains and mountains appear empty, smashing down on their heads; majestic light fills the surroundings, surging; sword energy sweeps across, buzzing like thunder; huge flower branches bloom layer by layer, and the imprisoned atmosphere is overwhelming; flags stand like forests, golden and iron horses, Blowing towards the face; the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are menacing; the bones are piled up, raging the world...

Countless attacks fell, and they also passed through the striding figure, as if they were in the same time and space, and did not interfere with each other. Even if there was a thunderbolt here, the other party would be ignorant , Many Mahayana shots did not cause the slightest damage to it.

The figure walked unhurriedly, and from the beginning to the end, he didn't notice the existence of any Mahayana around him.

Soon, that figure left the floating habitat...

All Mahayanas stopped, and the atmosphere froze.

"Jianshu" said in a deep voice, "He and we are not in the same age."

"Our means can't stop him!"

The "Zhendu" taught by Tiansheng said lightly: "It has already left the floating habitat."

"It won't be long before it will become a new 'weird'."

Splendid skirts and dresses are blooming in the wind, and the beautiful shadows are lingering, Su Zhentian's "Yanji" looks away from the outside of Fusheng, and said: "A 'strange', it's nothing."

"Among our sects, there are younger generations sitting in charge, which is enough to deal with it."

"But now, something is wrong!"

"It's our turn to settle again!"

Hearing this, all Mahayanas looked dignified.

The white stones in the Floating Life Chess game have always only counted nine!

This time, there is an extra sub in the layout of the introduction, which is already an extremely rare thing, breaking the long-standing routine.

And now, there are still ten white pieces on the chessboard, and one more piece will be eleven white pieces!

They came to this chess game, from the very beginning, not to win the game, but to ascend to immortality!

But the current situation...

It's a game between two immortals, a battle between the present and the past!

They are now entering the game of floating life, in essence, it is the erosion of the past by the future.

And the "strangeness" coming out of the floating habitat is the erosion of the future by the past!

At this time, "Jiu" slowly raised his head, looked at the opposite side of the chessboard, and said in a cold and grand voice: "It's your turn!"

All Mahayanas immediately came to their senses.

Standing in the corner, Snake Xiu and "Woe" said almost at the same time: "I can enter the game!"

"I'm coming!"

The "Yuan Zhou" in Jiuyi Mountain shook his head, and said very directly: "No."

"This time, it's our turn to enter the game in the right way."

As he said that, he looked towards Liu Greed Dynasty, Han An Jianzong, Su Zhentian and Yanxi City beside him, and said, "There are already two people who have entered the game in Jiuyi Mountain."

"The quota this time should belong to you and the other four."

Hearing this, the "Yingyan" of the Hanyan Sword Sect came out more and more, and said, "I'm here to enter the game."

After saying that, he looked at the other four sects of the righteous way.

Many Mahayanas of the righteous path were silent, and no one spoke out against it.

"Yingyan" didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately walked to the side of the chessboard, took out a white piece, picked an empty space, and dropped it directly.

despair!

The white piece is settled, the chess game is like a cloud of smoke, seemingly real or unreal, the figure of "Yingyan" disappeared in an instant.

"Old" raised a sunspot and dropped it on the chessboard. In the middle of this movement, he froze suddenly and remained motionless.

The cool wind blowing from nowhere, blowing off the pine needles like rain, the fragrance is overflowing, on the lonely cliff, it is as quiet as a picture scroll.

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flood.

Cui Wei, a group of peaks, is lined up around.

A mighty big river passes through the valley, and the reeds on the bank are surging like green waves.

The white-robed immortal sits alone on the chessboard, with a low-pressure hood covering his face, but the aura around him is ethereal and far away, like clouds of smoke, unfathomable.

A figure with a blue shirt and a sword on his back suddenly appeared in front of him with a sharp sword intent.

Its eyes are deep, as if containing thousands of thunder and lightning, they are extremely bright and sharp, and they seem to be able to see all the subtleties at a glance, it is "Yingyan".

Immediately, the white-robed immortal raised his head, looked at him, and said in a faint voice, "Life is like a dream, free time!"

"Yingyan" came back to his senses, without any hesitation, he got up immediately and went towards the layman.

Along the way, the grass and trees are sparse, and the spiritual fruits are abundant, bending the yao tree and Qiongzhi, full of spiritual energy, filling the heaven and the earth, and almost wanting to actively pour it into the Taoist body.