I just want to be a quiet man

The knocking on the door outside did not know when it had stopped, and those bewitching voices did not continue to sound.

At this moment, Pei Ling suddenly asked via voice transmission: "Senior, what's your name?"

When this senior Su was picked up by him just now, he had already cooperated very well. Now that he has become his furnace, it has undoubtedly become safer.

But just in case, he is still ready to cast the [Luan Shen Parasitic Curse] at any time.

[The Parasitic Curse of Chaos Gods] originally needed to use one's own flesh and blood as a medium to cast it normally.

It's just that in the current situation, he has just finished practicing the [Maha Se Yan Scroll], so he doesn't need to feed this senior Su's own flesh and blood, he can use it directly.

At this moment, the nun Su's [here are 7 characters of harmony] was panting rapidly, her eyes blurred, she didn't know if she couldn't think anymore, or she didn't want to think, when she heard Pei Ling's question, she immediately said, "Su... Su Xirou. "

Su Xirou?

I have never heard of this name, it should be a relatively long-standing senior of Zhenshi Su Clan.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling held [8 characters of harmony here], and then asked via voice transmission: "Tell me about the situation of this place."

"This... There are nine stations here..."

"Around...there are...there are...there are many..."

"An existence like me...is..."

"We now... don't have a physical body... only fate..."

"Not... the real dead... but not... the living..."

"That's why we need...the fate of the inheritor of the 'curse'...to have a chance to be reborn..."

Pei Ling nodded slightly, and then asked: "Then how do we get good luck here? How do we get out of here?"

"Good fortune... good fortune is..."

"For us, the greatest fortune is to get... the fate of the inheritor of the 'curse'!"

"And the good fortune of the inheritors is...the fate of us half-lived and half-dead."

"It's just that your cultivation base is too low, it's hard to do..."

"Here... there are very few existences like me who can stay awake! Most of the monks here, or... they can no longer be called monks, have lost their sanity, leaving only... the instinct to kill..."

"As for leaving here...you need...to live in all nine inns..."

Hearing this, Pei Ling nodded, fighting for his fate, he is now familiar with the road.

It's just that the laws here are very unfavorable to him. Now, he can't open his eyes, can't leave this coffin, but how can he fight for his life?

Turning his mind, Pei Ling continued to ask through voice transmission: "Then how do we obtain the fate of the monks in this place?"

Chapter 1 Seventy: Immortals face the dust.

Su Xirou shook her body and gasped for breath, but she stopped talking, as if she didn't want to answer this question.

Seeing this, Pei Ling immediately urged the [Maha Se Yan Scroll] to the extreme, [Here are 12 characters of harmony].

Su Xirou's body suddenly trembled violently, and she made a sound of [5 characters of harmony here].

She is Su Lijing's senior, a former Supreme Elder of the Holy Sect, who once oppressed her contemporaries, but now she is in a coffin...

At this time, Pei Ling sent a brief voice transmission and said, "Say!"

Su Xirou uttered a [8 characters of harmony here] howl of soul, and then Gu Qiannian completely defeated reason!

She said: "The knocking on the door is over, go out and knock on the doors of other monks..."

Pei Ling was taken aback for a moment, and immediately asked, "That is to say, can I go out now? Can I open my eyes?"

Su Xiju said: "Yes..."

It was said that Pei Ling was about to take the test immediately, but the next moment...

"Boom boom boom!"

The knock sounded again, as if someone was knocking on the door, or knocking on the coffin.

Pei Ling frowned, and immediately stopped opening her eyes, and just squeezed Su Xirou hard.

"what……"

"Boom bang bang."

In the dusty and cobweb-strewn abandoned inn, the dark coffin kept shaking.

...after a long time.

The knock on the door finally died away.

Pei Ling was hugging Su Xirou tightly, and immediately stopped moving when she saw this.

He opened his eyes directly, and saw a very old tent in front of him. Outside the tent, the house was simple, dark and gloomy, and the sky was still unclear.He was lying on the bed alone, Su Xirou in his arms disappeared, and the original coffin also disappeared.

The experience just now seemed to be just a dream.

Pei Ling nodded slightly, the information Su Xirou revealed to him is no problem!

So, he immediately stood up and walked towards the door.

Pei Ling quietly walked to the door, her divine sense protruded a little bit, and when she realized that there was no one outside, she cautiously opened the door.

"Squeak."

A low voice came out, and before the cold wind from outside rushed in, Pei Ling had already stepped out of the gate.

It was pitch black outside the door, without lights, and with the eyesight of a monk, he could only see some rough outlines.

Fortunately, Pei Ling wandered around, and after identifying it, he found that the left and right sides of his room were exactly the same.

However, most of these houses are empty and there is nothing.There were only three rooms, and the scents of Su Xirou, Reincarnation Pagoda and Wushi Villa came from respectively.

Pei Ling walked silently to the breath-taking door of Wushi Villa without making any movement.

He searched the surroundings with his spiritual sense, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong..." There was a knock on the door.

A dull and rhythmic voice echoed in the courtyard.

The surroundings are silent, and in the darkness a little far away, there seem to be countless ghosts lurking and waiting, waiting for the opportunity to move, deep and depressing.

The room was quiet and there was no response.

Pei Ling thought for a while, and soon turned into the appearance of Menghui old devil, and said in a low voice: "I am Menghui Jinxian, which fairy is in the room, please come out and meet!"

The voice fell, and the room was as quiet as death.

If the breath is not still there, it seems to be suspected that no one lives there.

Pei Ling frowned, with displeasure in his tone: "I am an immortal, my soul is extraordinary, and my fate is extremely precious, far surpassing the illusory creatures in this world."

"Why should you be confused by this illusory path, so that your hands and feet are bound, and you are no different from an inferior fairy!"

"If you don't think that you can come to this so-called fierce place in the illusion, you must be well-known in the fairy world. I am a golden immortal, with a respected status and a noble status. How can I visit you in person?"

"But I didn't expect you to be so unbearable."

"It seems that in just a few years, the heart of the Tao has been dusted, and the spiritual thoughts have fallen into the vulgarity. It is the same as those inferior immortals who regard this world as the real world, and there is no possibility of returning to the fairy world!"

"There is one less person in my generation!"

"When I was in the Immortal Realm, I once suggested that immortals should not be left alone when they come to the world. They must investigate their Dao Xin will when they are in the Upper Realm."

"Otherwise, you will not be able to resist the erosion of the world of mortals after descending into the realm, and you will fall into the mundane forever without knowing it. It will just harm you people with weak hearts."

"At that time, all the immortal emperors and immortals of the world thought that the principal was young, so they didn't think so."

"Looking at it now, the principal fairy Bill has fallen behind for many years, but he has come from behind. It can be seen that both are immortals, no matter their strength or Dao heart, there is a world of difference!"

"This opportunity to hone in the lower realms is completely ruined by giving you such a so-called immortal."

"It's time to stay in the upper realm honestly and slowly refine the years."

"No!"

"Couldn't you be an inferior immortal, sneaking into my Wushi Villa?"

Pei Ling showed doubts on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me your title in the fairy world. I, Wushi Villa, are the leader of this illusion, and it is not something that lowly and low-ranking immortals can mix in!"

In the house, it is simple and empty.

On an old bed, the monk of Wushi Villa lay quietly, the curtains were lowered, and he was motionless, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had no breath.

"... In just a few years, the heart of the Tao has been dusted, and the mind has fallen into the vulgar..."

"Everyone in my generation, there will be one less!"

"Could you be a low-ranking immortal who sneaked into my Wushi Villa?"

"...humble, inferior fairy..."

Hearing these words, the monks of Wushi Villa gradually showed deep murderous intent and hatred.

He no longer remembers the Wushi Villa that the other party mentioned, and he doesn't even remember his past. He only remembers that he is a fairy who has experienced in the lower realm...

Yes!He is a fairy!

He is not afraid of anything!

He doesn't need to abide by these trivial rules of the lower realm!

That's what those ignorant and inferior immortals would do!

I am a majestic immortal, with noble feet, how can I act like an immortal?

Thinking of this, the monks at Wushi Villa knew that there was something wrong with the voice outside, but they still opened their eyes suddenly.

All around are airtight coffin boards, cramped and cramped, the simple room and bed light stands all disappeared, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes as bright as demons are staring at him closely.

The next moment, the owner of these eyes suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed his throat...

Chapter 171 : You are the inferior immortal...

The coffin had already been nailed to death, surrounded by solid planks, the space was narrow and cramped, dark and stuffy.

Pei Ling grabbed the cultivator from Wushi Villa, but the moment his palm was about to touch the other person, blood gushed out of the entire coffin.

Bloody bone hands stretched out, and in a split second, they grabbed Pei Ling's body, hands and feet.

The bloody smell was mixed with the icy cold breath, and Pei Ling's whole body froze immediately, and his fingers could no longer penetrate an inch.

The blood surged up rapidly like a rising tide, and the body of the monk at Wushi Villa gradually sank into the blood.

"Curse!" A cold, loud voice suddenly sounded.

The body of the monk in Wushi Villa, the blood in the coffin, and the bloody bone hands that entangled Pei Ling's body all decayed rapidly, and the festering wounds gave birth to faces full of hatred and anger.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

There were sharp and piercing titters.Echoes in the narrow coffin.

Pei Ling broke free from the shackles in an instant, and once again grabbed the monk in Wushi Villa.

The space in the coffin was already narrow, but the curse on the monks of Wushi Villa was an unavoidable situation.

The next moment, Pei Ling grabbed the monk of Wushi Villa by the neck.

The fate of the monks in Wushi Villa immediately rushed towards Pei Ling continuously.

Sensing that the situation was not good, the cultivator of Wushi Villa stretched out his hand and grabbed Pei Ling's wrist. The icy chill instantly penetrated into Pei Ling's body, along his arm, and spread to his whole body.

In Pei Ling's eyes, countless small runes intertwined and rose, [Eternal Curse Supernatural Power]!

The aura of the monk in Wushi Villa dropped rapidly. Although his cultivation base was still in the late stage of Void Return, both mana and strength had weakened a lot.

At the same time, Pei Ling's body surged with mana, his aura suddenly rose, and he used the [Eternal Hatred Curse] impressively!

In the blink of an eye, his strength has risen from the mid-stage of returning to the void to the late stage of returning to the void!

This state can't last long, but for him now, it is enough!

With a thought in Pei Ling's mind, the chill that invaded his body was immediately forcibly suppressed by a surge of mana.

The monk at Wushi Villa was about to continue his actions, but in an instant, he suddenly forgot what he was going to do next...