I just want to be a quiet man

After a few times, although the four female cultivators didn't know what the Chongming Sect's son was up to, they felt a little relieved.

At this time, Lin Hanyan's companion said through sound transmission: "The person who controls Junior Sister Song has a cold and ancient tone, and amazing cultivation methods. He is probably an ancestor of the Chongming Sect. The holy son of the Chongming Sect calls him' Senior Sihong' is probably the ancestor of the Fuguang Sihong clan."

"The Holy Son of Chongming Sect has already reached the middle stage of transformation!" Chen Jingmeng's expression was shaken, and she was slightly absent-minded, "I heard that he has not been the Holy Son for a long time..."

Zhao Juanjuan guessed through sound transmission: "It may be that he got some great opportunity and great fortune, otherwise, at his age, it is impossible to fight against an old ancestor so far and still not lose the wind!"

"No!" Shen Yinchen had already put on a coat handed over by her companion at this moment, and was clutching the lapel of the shirt to block the spring light. She watched the battle in the field intently, and said quickly, "His knife It is stronger than my sword intent! Even Senior Brother Ning's sword intent has never given me such a strong sense of oppression."

"This kind of sword intent cannot be comprehended by a few chances."

"It must be hard work day and night, coupled with outstanding talent and excellent comprehension, so that you can get a brainstorm and master it!"

"Not to mention the character of this holy son, but his cultivation must have been a lot of hard work."

"In other words, at his age, I'm afraid he has been studying hard and practicing hard since he was a child, and he has never slacked off!"

Lin Hanyan has always hated demon cultivators. Hearing this, after pondering for a while, he couldn't help sighing softly: "That's right! Those who are not persevering and persevering will not be able to comprehend such a saber intent!"

Zhao Juanjuan bit his lip slightly, and quickly said via voice transmission: "Let's see first, no matter how notorious the Son of Chong Ming Sect was before, he intends to protect us now, and if there is a chance later, we will help him together. A helping hand!"

"In this way, we may be able to save Junior Sister Song."

The three of Lin Hanyan immediately agreed.

The four female cultivators had the same mind, and they took out their strongest hole cards almost at the same time, observing the battle situation nervously, and were ready to make a move at any time.

Boom boom boom...

The bloody saber energy spread across the audience, the saber intent was overwhelming, surging and roaring, as if endlessly chopping up Si Hong's various methods.

Seeing that he was unable to take down Pei Ling for a long time, and that he was slowly starting to be at a disadvantage, Si Honghan immediately became suspicious.

This Pei Ling's strength is very wrong!

Si Hongmiaoli's cultivation is only Yuanying.

But right now, his own strength has also descended a little bit. Not to mention that the Holy Son is only in the middle stage of transformation, even a monk in the late stage of transformation, it is absolutely impossible for him to survive ten moves!

But now, after thousands of tricks, the Holy Son still has the energy to take care of the four hypocritical female cultivators next to him!

Even if it is the Nine Tribulations Transformation God, it is impossible to reach this level!

boom! ! !

At this time, Pei Ling suddenly slapped Si Honghan back with a palm.

He said lightly: "Senior Sihong, it seems that you can't take me away."

After speaking, the aura around him suddenly became extremely powerful.

The darkness rolled and flowed, and in an instant, it swallowed the entire formation...

Chapter 2 Ten: Duties.

Chong Mingzong.

Floating pool.

A huge city is reflected on the surface of the pool, and the inside is full of traffic and bustling.

On the edge of the Fuguang Pool, through the city wall, traces of distant mountains can be vaguely seen.

Those mountains are undulating and meandering, with tulle-like clouds and mist lingering in them, looking like a fairyland on earth.

At this moment, on a certain mountain, from a distance, it looks like maple red in autumn, but there are strange spiritual plants.The branches and branches of this kind of spiritual plant are like human bones, the forest is pale and pale, and the flowers and leaves are like coagulated blood, exuding a fishy and sweet smell.

Countless translucent faces of resentful souls were densely crowded on the flowers and leaves, and they couldn't help opening their mouths to let out mournful roars.

Many roars converged into an indescribable ghost cry, echoing throughout the forest.

Under the forest, it is a kind of pale sandy soil. Under the dim light, it has an icy color, like bone residue after being washed repeatedly.

In the depths of the forest, on a futon, sat an old man in sackcloth and a bamboo crown.

This old man has an ordinary face, so ordinary that as long as he turns his eyes away from his face, he will completely forget his appearance, and he is closing his eyes indifferently.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed across his calm face, and he said to himself: "The fog of the dark sky, the desert of eternal night..."

This thing is very weird!

This time Si Hongmiaoli was attacked suddenly, and activated the means he arranged in his blood.This was originally for Si Hongmiaoli's mission, but unexpectedly, she met Pei Ling in Du'er Yuan.

Si Hong's generation has no real top talents, and the plan to steal the medicine fairy in the last Lun Dan ceremony failed again. For the benefit of the clan for the next 300 years, there must be a Tianjiao who can take on the important task!

And if a holy son who has not really grown up can be included in the bag, it will be better than Si Hong's original plan!

Therefore, Si Hong Hanrong directly changed the original plan just now...

It's just that I didn't expect that the cultivation base of the Holy Son not only broke through to the incarnation, but also was so strong that even he missed it!

A cultivator in the middle stage of transforming gods actually has the faint strength of returning to the void stage?

Even if this is the Holy Son who was killed all the way from the outer gate of the Holy Sect, it is too unbelievable!

Moreover, that kind of darkness can even isolate his divine sense.

This is exactly the same as the fog of the dark sky in the Eternal Night Desert!

Thinking of this, Si Honghan immediately took out a sound transmission talisman and activated it.

Soon, a charming and penetrating voice came out from the sound transmission talisman, and said lazily, "Old Ancestor, what do you want from me?"

Si Hong said Han Rong: "Qing Yan, how many kalpas did Pei Ling transform into a god?"

"Pei Ling?" Si Hongqing was startled for a moment, and then smiled lazily, "How could I know that he has been transformed into a god for several kalpas? The ancestor should ask Jiu'a Li."

Si Honghan frowned and said, "Qingyan, don't mess around. This is business!"

Si Hongqing snickered for a while, and then said with a smile: "A while ago, didn't the ancestor blame me for losing Si Hong's face? Why do you want to ask me about Pei Ling's cultivation now?"

Si Honghan said flatly: "This time, that time, don't waste time, just say."

Hearing this, Si Hongqing wrote lightly: "Okay, but I really don't know how many kalpas Pei Ling has transformed into a god."

"But since the family needs it, as the daughter of the Si Hong family, I naturally have a duty to do so."

"Later, I'll go to Pei Ling and ask him face to face."

"Even if he succeeds in his treacherous tricks again and imprisons him for mending, he must try every means to find out his details..."

Si Honghanrong said calmly as if he hadn't heard the last sentence, "I will know the result within three days."

In the sound transmission talisman, Si Hongqing replied dissatisfied: "Three days are not enough..."

Before she could finish speaking, Si Hong Hanrong directly disconnected the sound transmission.

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Crossing the abyss.

"Yellow" character area, underground, vacuum spirit formation.

As if being pulled by something, the sticky darkness began to gather and collapse towards the center, and finally merged into Pei Ling's body.

The sleeves of Pei Ling's robe moved automatically without wind, and the majestic momentum could be restrained after a while.

Not far away, Si Hongmiaoli was lying on her side on the ground, her white-bottomed and blue-striped dress was in dilapidated condition, scars were scattered all over the snowy skin exposed by the alder fruit, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out, soaking her skirt. skirts.

His eyes were closed tightly, but he was already unconscious.

Seeing that although Junior Sister Song was seriously injured, her breathing was still stable and her life was not in danger. The four female cultivators were secretly relieved, but they quickly looked at Pei Ling vigilantly.

This holy son of Chongming Sect is also a devil!

Moreover, the other party repelled Junior Sister Song under the control of Si Hong's patriarch. Their strength was so strong that even if the four of them teamed up and played all their cards, they would never be their opponents.

However, in the battle just now, the other party intentionally protected the four of them from the beginning to the end, and when they fought against the ancestor of the Sihong clan, they also deliberately avoided Junior Sister Song's vital points, but they don't know what the other party's purpose is...

Thinking of this, Shen Yinchen asked tentatively: "Are you really the Holy Son of Chongming Sect?"

At this moment, Pei Ling had just recovered his breath, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Why do you know too much about someone who is bound to forget?"

Hearing this, the four female nuns frowned slightly, and were about to say something, but their faces were startled, and their minds went blank the next moment.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of extremely strong drowsiness struck.

They had no power to resist, and fell asleep directly...

Pei Ling moved, walked to Si Hongmiaoli's side, checked the situation of the other party, and found that he was really fine, so he was relieved.

Sihong's patriarch's methods are very strange, but unfortunately, the other party fights against him in the air, so he can't show much strength.

When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling took out the healing elixir and gave it to Si Hongmiaoli.

The effect of the top grade pill was extraordinary, and Si Hongmiaoli's injury immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, her eyelids moved and she woke up leisurely.

Opening her eyes and seeing Pei Ling, Si Hongmiaoli was startled for a moment, then sat up and said in surprise, "Holy Son, where is this?"

Pei Ling stood not far away, full of vigilance in his heart, he was not completely sure whether it was Si Hong Miaoli or the ancestor of Si Hong who woke up this time!So, without any warning, Pei Ling directly sacrificed a saber energy and flew straight towards Si Hongmiaoli's eyebrows.

brush!

Si Hongmiaoli's eyes suddenly showed astonishment, but there was no time to dodge, and he could only watch helplessly as death came.

But at the next moment, the saber's aura stopped steadily in front of her eyebrows, with sharp sharpness, there was an illusion that it could be cut anytime and anywhere, but it didn't even hurt her skin.

Pei Ling looked at this scene and nodded slightly. If it was the patriarch of the Sihong clan, even if he knew it was his temptation, given his status as the patriarch of the clan, it would be impossible for him to let the saber energy of a junior to resist him. Hold your eyebrows...

Chapter 211 : How to save people?

Seeing that Pei Ling waved away the saber energy, Si Hongmiaoli asked hesitantly, "Holy Son, what's wrong?"

Pei Ling carefully watched Si Hongmiaoli's expression, seeing that he had no memory of what happened just now, and immediately knew in his heart that Si Hongmiaoli himself might not even know the methods Si Hongmiao arranged on Si Hongmiaoli.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately said, "It's nothing."

Then he ordered, "I want to send these four nuns back to their original place, and you can show me the way."

After hearing this, Si Hongmiaoli noticed that Lin Hanyan, Shen Yinchen, Zhao Juanjuan and Chen Jingmeng were all here!

Her heart skipped a beat. Before recalling, she only remembered that she was attacked by a female cultivator who suddenly appeared, and when she woke up, she appeared next to the Holy Son. The four hypocritical disciples next to her were probably in the same situation as her.

The five of them were all arrested by the Son of God?

Yes!

She had seen that female cultivator before!

The other party was not a living person, but a corpse that the Holy Son once kept in the storage bag.

Thinking of this, Si Hongmiaoli immediately said: "Yes!"

But immediately after, she showed a little embarrassed look, and persuaded in a low voice, "Holy Son, the identities of these four female cultivators are very unusual."

"That Lin Hanyan is a direct descendant of a grand elder in Yanxi City. She is still a body of icy muscles and jade bones. She is born with a hundred channels and excellent bones. She has an unparalleled affinity for spiritual energy. Whether it is in her direct lineage In front of the elders, or in the entire Yanxi City, they are all highly valued."

"And this Shen Yinchen is also a kendo genius vigorously cultivated by the Han'an Sword Sect. He has already comprehended several kinds of sword intents. In terms of aptitude, he is not inferior to any true master. It is only because of some unknown reasons that outsiders have not yet Can become a true disciple, but came to Du'e Yuan to garrison."

"There are also Zhao Juanjuan and Chen Jingmeng, both with outstanding qualifications and special identities..."

"It's a bit risky to attack these four people at the same time."

"If the Holy Son really needs it, I am now a Zhang Zhiling and have a separate execution room."

"It can be arranged secretly for the Holy Son."

"Every time one person, no one will notice."

Pei Ling's eyelids twitched, she immediately shook her head and said, "No need."

Then he said, "Don't think too much, I'll take you back to the ground first."

After finishing speaking, he flicked the sleeve of his robe, and the darkness instantly filled, covering Si Hongmiaoli and the four female cultivators, and the six of them disappeared suddenly.

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In the spacious study room, after Nie Biliu sat on the desk, he listened solemnly to the reports of the successively coming officers: "Master Jie, the east side of the 'Huang' character area has been thoroughly investigated, and no junior sister Lin has been found. Five people."

"The west of the 'yellow' area has been thoroughly investigated, and nothing was found."

"South of the 'yellow' area..."