I just want to be a quiet man

Chapter 4 Ten: Willing to bow down.

Immortal King Xuan Zhu shook his head and said, "Sect Master Su is too humble. After this grand ceremony is over, you and I might as well sit down and talk about it for several years, how about it?"

On the Road?

I don't have the time to talk to a brainless monk.

Su Lijing thought this way in his heart, and said immediately: "The Immortal King loves you so much, you shouldn't refuse, but a skill that I am practicing is at a critical juncture, so I'm afraid I can't be distracted."

Immortal King Xuan Zhu shook his head regretfully when he heard that, although the Chongming Sect was on the same level as Wushi Villa in name, they were nothing more than a group of low-ranking immortals with dusty daoism.

In this illusion, no matter how inscrutable one's cultivation and status are, they are all illusory and without foundation.

In such a large sect, there are only two people who can break through illusions and see the truth.

One is Pei Ling who is climbing the Blood Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans, but his cultivation level is too low, and in a short period of time, it is meaningless to talk about it.

The second one is this Sect Master Su.

It's a pity that the other party seems to be reluctant...

When Immortal King Xuan Zhu was disappointed, the blood ladder of all races.

Roaring, howling, roaring, and the howling of saber energy piercing through the air... Pei Ling kept on stepping, and soon climbed to No. 90, the ninth floor of the blood ladder.

He slashed out with a long knife, and after defeating the ghosts on the No.90 blood ladder on the ninth floor very easily, he finally stepped onto the first floor.

On this floor, there are no alien spirits and ghosts, only a Nascent Soul cultivator whose body is wrapped in blood.

This is the loser who fell here.

After the bloody figure appeared, he immediately attacked Pei Ling.

But Pei Ling's face remained unchanged, and he slashed out, easily cutting the blood shadow into pieces.

Then calmly set foot on the 1th floor.

Just like Li Lieyue back then, every [-] floors, there will be a dead soul who has died here blocking the way.

From the beginning to the end, there was no change on Pei Ling's face. Every time he made a move, it was a simple saber aura. Whether it was the dead souls who were left behind as ladder guards after defeat, or the aliens bound by the blood ladder itself, Without exception, none of them could stop his strike.

Time passed slowly, and Pei Ling quickly reached the thousandth floor.

When he stepped onto the thousand and one floor, all the enemies' strengths were raised to a higher level.

On the blood ladder, powerful alien races began to appear.

It's just that Pei Ling slashed away, and although the alien race was stronger than the one who blocked the way a thousand floors ago, it was still vulnerable and shattered.

Pei Ling took another step and climbed to the thousand and second floor.

The one thousand and one blood ladder slowly dissipated behind him.

"... so strong." The True Biography of the Devil's side watched intently, with a serious expression.

Cen Shuo of the Reincarnation Tower was expressionless, and said in a low voice, "When Li Lieyue was the saint, we were also witnesses and witnessed the whole process with our own eyes."

"But Li Lieyue has been unable to deal with the aliens on the blood ladder with one move since the thousand and one level."

"And this Pei Ling is as easy as before climbing a thousand floors!"

His fellow disciple Wen Xiang said calmly: "If it wasn't for this, Chongming Sect would not have given him a guardian. His strength is stronger than that of Li Lieyue who is in the same realm."

"Not only is the strength strong, but the most important thing is to be bold..." Huo Fei, who was born to teach, shook his head slightly, and said with admiration, "Fortunately, the ancestor told me not to play, otherwise, I would rather go back and be punished than go up court death."

"What can't Pei Ling do?"

"It's okay if no one plays today. Once someone goes up, I don't know what he will do."

While talking, both he and Ji Yufu, intentionally or not, looked at the only female Zhenxinzi on their side.

Jue Xinzi looked calm, and said: "This Pei Ling is indeed stronger than you. After all, he is not a disciple of my Wushi Villa, but he can surpass the low-level immortals who have practiced for a long time in the Chongming Sect, and break through the emptiness of this world. This kind of comprehension, this kind of following, I'm afraid that if you people are tied together, you won't be able to keep up."

"Going up to challenge him at this moment is just asking for humiliation."

"It's a pity that such a talented and beautiful jade did not enter my village, but was taught by people like Chong Mingzong for so many years. It is really a waste of money."

While they were talking, Pei Ling swung his long saber again and again, the aura of the saber criss-crossed, and the blood splattered. Countless aliens, ghosts, corpse puppets, dead souls... the few enemies who had no match disappeared one after another, making way for them to climb up.

Seen from a high place, it looks like a cluster of black arrows, with an indomitable momentum, splitting the bloody wave, and bravely going up.

Soon, he stepped onto the [-]th floor.

Starting from the [-]th floor, Pei Ling gradually felt something different.

He needs two knives to kill a foreign race...

And when he reached the [-]th floor, he needed to use four or even five knives.

On the [-]th floor, Pei Ling's face was stern, and the Nine Soul Saber roared out through the wind, swiping... a dozen or so knives in a row, before he wiped out the alien race in front of him.

Time goes by slowly...

Twelve hours later, Pei Ling had already climbed to the [-]th floor!

In front of him, there were only the last ten blood ladders, behind him was empty, the sea of ​​clouds was vast and vast, and all the blood ladders he had climbed had disappeared.

On the side of the righteous way, everyone's expressions were serious, while on the side of the evil way, everyone showed a look of surprise.

At the beginning, Li Lieyue, who was hailed as the top talent of the younger generation, took a full twelve days to get to this point!

But this Pei Ling only took twelve hours! !

... On the main seat, Su Lijing frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

This Pei Ling, after all, is young, the city is too shallow, and he doesn't know how to hide his clumsiness.

The difficulty of the Blood Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans of the Holy Sect is known all over the world. Pei Ling climbed it so fast, and the Eight Sects were not fools. How could they send a well-cultivated true inheritance to die?

So, how can you take advantage of the situation to weaken them?

But it doesn't matter, my suzerain is here, and there are plenty of ways to get these people to take action.

At that moment, he leaned back, changed into a more relaxed posture, and deliberately provocatively said: "Everyone, there are only the last ten floors of the Blood Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans, have you ever prepared Daoyun?"

When the senior monks of the eight sects heard the words, they all glanced at him. Immediately, the ancestor of the Tiansheng Sect took the lead and said: "Dao Yun is ready, just wait for Pei Ling to pass on the true son, and offer it immediately."

"The same goes for my reincarnation tower."

"Pei Ling is the Immortal King Linchen, and it is the right thing for me, Wushi Villa, to congratulate him on his exploration of emptiness through Dao Yun."

Su Lijing was startled, what's going on?

Before he could think about it, he heard the ancestor of Jiuyi Mountain say calmly: "Jiuyi Mountain will not break his promise."

Then there was the innocent Murong Nvxiu who spoke in a soft tone: "I am innocent and always keep my promises."

"Han Dark Sword Sect, you must do what you say."

"The Liugreed Dynasty is willing to bow down."

"Swallow Rhinoceros City, I will promise myself."

Chapter 411 : Spread this matter all over the world.

Seeing that the eight sects agreed without exception, Su Lijing looked slightly stunned, and then frowned quickly.

Pei Ling showed too much strength!

The Eight Sects knew that they had no chance of winning, and would rather take out a portion of Dao Yun than let the carefully cultivated disciples be lost on the blood ladder of the ten thousand races.

Knowing that this kind of thing should not be too impatient, Su Lijing thought for a while, seeing that Pei Ling took another step forward, and the distance from the blood seat of the Holy Son was only nine blood steps away, suddenly he laughed and looked towards the side of the Liugai Dynasty , said loudly: "King Wu, Pei Ling was young and frivolous. He has entered the territory of the Gui Dynasty many times, massacred the city and wiped out the clan. A few days ago, he almost boiled the wife of the lord of the city in public."

"Now this disciple is climbing the Blood Ladder of Ten Thousand Clans without even a Taoist guardian, yet your court dares not even take revenge. It's a disgrace to the dynasty."

"Besides, if it spreads out, wouldn't it also discourage the slaughtered people and the mayor's wife?"

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Jiuyi Mountain again, and smiled slightly, "I heard that on the day Jiuyi Mountain arrived at our sect, he asked about the challenge of the Blood Ladder. Pei Ling is now full of strength, and the seventy-seven dollars he spent for the Blood Ladder of the Ten Thousand Clans Eighty-eight, not much left."

"Jiuyi Mountain is in vain as the leader of the hypocrites, why? Are you afraid now?"

Afterwards, Su Lijing said to the swordsmen of the Han'an Sword Sect, "The Han'an Sword Sect has always boasted that the disciples of the Sword Sect have a pure mind, and all the laws in the world, only one sword is needed, and with one sword, all laws can be broken!"

"However, meeting is not as good as being famous. A dignified sword cultivator, facing a disciple of our sect who is already at the end of his strength, is hesitant and dare not challenge. With such a heart, what is there to talk about going forward and destroying all dharmas?"

"Just break the natal sword, sell the sword spirit to the holy religion for cultivation, and go back to the mortal world to be a rich man."

"Although Yanxi City is in a remote place, it is known for its bravery and daring to fight. But seeing it today, it is really not as good as the previous generation. How can there be any valor of the past?"

"Suzhentian...haha! They are all delicate women. Their cultivation has no realm and no strength. Instead of working hard to support the sect, it is better for Hezong to join our holy sect, hand over Tianji and the true biography, and give Pei Ling a furnace never mind……"

Su Lijing sat in the main seat, talked eloquently, and finally said, "Today, the true biography of our sect, Pei Ling, has been crowned as the Holy Son, and the five sects of the false way came here in a menacing manner. After witnessing Pei Ling's demeanor with his own eyes, none of them dared to fight."

"Come here, spread this matter to the world, and use the reputation of the five schools of hypocrisy to witness the prestige of my holy sect's arrogance!"

Faced with such a straightforward provocation from Su Lijing, Zhengdao's face was very ugly on the one hand.

Su Zhentian, the female cultivator in palace attire who brought Chu Yushang, couldn't help but said angrily: "No matter how brave Pei Ling is and how capable he is, how can his mere reputation be comparable to Su Zongzhu's broad-mindedness, which can make the world admire him even more?" !"

Hearing this, Su Lijing frowned, knowing that what Su Zhentian said was not good, but he didn't know what went wrong, so with a thought, he quickly sent a voice transmission to Su Qianya, Patriarch of the Su Clan: " Has there been a major event in the sect recently that I don't know about?"

Today's holy son's enthronement ceremony is indeed a grand occasion of the holy sect, and Su Qianya and the top executives of the Su family are of course also present.

It's just that, each of the three holy sects has a platform, and only the ancestors who have left the customs will accompany them in the main seat.

At this moment, Su Qianya and the top executives of the Su Clan were drinking wine on a platform next to the main seat. At this moment, he suddenly heard the suzerain's voice transmission, he was slightly startled, and reacted randomly. Said: "Something happened, Zhenhe was killed!"

"Although there is no evidence, I can already be sure that the person who did it must be the Li family!"

Su Zhenhe was killed by the Li family?

Su Lijing's complexion did not change, and he smiled disdainfully in his heart.

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out that it was just the death of a true disciple.

To the Su family, this is certainly a shame, but to Su Qianya, apart from the shame, there is also the pain of losing a son.

But Su Zhenhe was not Su Lijing's son, and he didn't have any aptitude or character worthy of his regret. How much could the death of this junior have anything to do with him?

False ways are false ways, narrow-minded, small-minded, all of them are sanctimonious and extremely hypocritical.

Such a trivial matter made them so restless that they didn't even dare to send their disciples to challenge on the blood ladder... How ridiculous!

Thinking of this, Su Lijing immediately replied: "My lord has always been so broad-minded. I am so innocent, it would be too petty to make insinuations about such trivial things."

Suzhen Tiangong costume female cultivator was choked immediately, and was speechless for a long time. In the end, it was Suzhentian's later ancestor, Murong Jixue said in a deep voice: "I admire it!"

Then he glanced at the female cultivator in palace costume, and signaled that she should not say any more.

At the same time, everyone looked at Su Lijing with astonishment. Immediately afterwards, the other four sects on the righteous side also said, "Sect Master Su is magnificent."

"Su Zongzhu is magnanimous, and we are ashamed of ourselves."

"With such a heart, I will be convinced."

"A saint is alive, his realm is about this..."

Su Lijing once again felt that something was wrong, and he asked the ancestor of the Li clan again via voice transmission: "What happened?"

The face of the ancestor Li's face remained unchanged, and he replied calmly through voice transmission: "It's okay. By the way, suzerain, after the ceremony is over, the old man plans to betroth Lie Yue to Pei Ling, and invite the suzerain, suzerain's wife, and people from the eight sects , stay for a glass of wedding wine."

Su Lijing was taken aback, and immediately said briefly: "Definitely."

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Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder.

The demon roared, the ghost whispered, and when the blood lingered, flesh and blood flew everywhere!

Pei Ling felt as if her whole body was filled with lead, and every step she took was extremely heavy and difficult.

The last ten blood ladders were more difficult than all the previous blood ladders combined.

Not only that, all the way up here, his state has already slipped from the peak, whether it is thinking, reaction, or remaining mana, they have all dropped too much.

But at this moment, a huge figure towering above heaven and earth gradually appeared in front of him, and the aura of the middle stage of Nascent Soul was lingering around him.

It is the Long Bo alien race!

Pei Ling swung out the long saber, the saber air roared, bang bang bang...

A moment later, the battle ended, and Pei Ling successfully passed the challenge of the blood ladder. He took another step and stepped onto the eighth-to-last blood ladder.

During the whole process, he has been keeping a mind to deal with the surprise attack of the eight factions coming at any time.