Immediately, the hatred for the living from the monks of the Liugreed Dynasty poured into Pei Ling's body like a flood.

Pei Ling's aura suddenly strengthened, [Curse of Everlasting Hate]!

At this time, the bloodstains on the neck of the cultivator of the Liugreed Dynasty expanded even faster, and his fate was still being lost at a surging rate.

The monks of the Liugai Dynasty quickly cast out a complicated formula, and the phantom of a huge seal slowly emerged in midair, pressing down on Pei Ling with a majestic and heavy momentum.

In this big seal, the breath is calm and simple, as if it is a small world, carrying the habitat and years of countless creatures, its momentum is majestic, and there is a domineering arrogance that urges the bearer to kneel and surrender quickly!

Holding the Nine Soul Sword in his hand, Pei Ling fiercely slashed at the phantom of Dayin.

The bloody saber energy pierced the air like lightning, and collided head-on with the phantom.

boom! ! !

With a deafening bang, the phantom of the great seal shattered, and at the same time, Pei Ling was also thrown backwards.

Pei Ling quickly stabilized her figure, and after turning over and landing on the ground, she turned her head, and there were countless runes rising alternately in her eyes, and her eyes were bright, [Eternal Curse Supernatural Power]!

【Forgotten "law"】!

brush brush...

In an instant, Pei Ling slashed out thousands of saber qi, and the blood burst out, spreading all over the sky, just like the blood-stained sky at sunset. Every saber aura is as condensed as a thread, with terrifying power.

The aura of the cultivator of the Liu Greed Dynasty immediately became weaker. At the same time, his body froze slightly, as if he forgot what to do next.

But soon, he reacted, flicked his sleeves immediately, and the monstrous flames were born out of thin air, like a sea flowing across the sea, filling the entire corridor at the flick of a finger, and the flames illuminated the night, straight to the sky.

boom boom boom boom...

The two sides immediately started a battle, the sound of piercing clouds and cracking stones rolled endlessly, the light of swords and flames rose alternately, sometimes the chills pierced the bones, and sometimes the heat was unbearable;

The entire post station was trembling, and there were "creaking", "creaking", "creaking" sounds from all over the place, as if it was unbearable, but it was not affected in the slightest, the door frames and window lattices were as old as ever, there was no burning or long knives Mark of.

After a while, the movement gradually stopped.

The corridor, which was originally empty, is now half full of flames, half full of sword intent dotted around.

Pei Ling stood steadily, half of his body had already been turned into coke, but under the action of the remaining medicinal power of Tianshanglei, this part of his body was rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not far from him, the body of the cultivator of the Liugreed Dynasty was almost transparent, the bloodstain on his neck had expanded into a circle of blood, and a whole section of his neck had been eroded away.

If it weren't for his two hands firmly supporting his head, it would be impossible to keep his head on his neck and not roll off to the ground.

Holding the Nine Soul Sword in his hand, Pei Ling stared closely at the monks of the Liugai Dynasty, and was about to win!

The other party can't last long!

At this time, the monk of the Liugai Dynasty asked in a low voice: "Young generation... Which sect are you the arrogance of?"

"This king... has something... I want... to ask you to bring it back... the royal family of Zhongkui..."

The same question and request as the monks of Yanxi City just now...

It seems that even these orthodox monks who have retained their rationality can only recover a trace of their former Taoism when they are about to perish.

Therefore, Pei Ling replied: "Sage son of Chongming Sect, Pei Ling."

After saying this, he then asked, "What do you want me to bring?"

As soon as the question was finished, Pei Ling suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A part of the fate submerged in his body suddenly began to flow back into the body of the cultivator of the Liugreed Dynasty!

"Knock and don't answer"...he violated this rule!

It's just that, right now, the monks of the Liugai Dynasty are obviously not knocking on the door!

At this moment, the bloodstain on the neck of the cultivator of the Liugreed Dynasty no longer expanded. Although the aura was not as strong as before, it did not continue to weaken.

The cultivator of the Liugai Dynasty immediately said in a majestic voice: "Escort!"

In the void, several armored arms immediately stretched out to hold the head of the monk of the Liugai Dynasty in unison, and fixed it on the neck to prevent his head from falling to the ground.

The monks of the Liugai Dynasty regained their freedom, and continued, "Beat the drums!"

In the empty and quiet corridor, there was suddenly a violent drum sound.

The sound of drums rolled like thunder, swift and fierce, as if urging thousands of troops to gallop out, trampling the enemy into ashes.

Amidst the sound of drumming, the aura of the cultivators of the Liugreed Dynasty rose rapidly, and suddenly broke through the suppression of [Eternal Curse Divine Ability].

The monk of the Dynasty spoke again, and his voice was loud: "Behead!"

Chapter 189 : A flash in the pan.

Before he finished speaking, the hairs all over Pei Ling's body stood on end, and a powerful and terrifying breath of death grew in an instant, completely engulfing him!

In an instant, everything around him seemed to freeze suddenly, and became extremely slow. A blood-stained ghost-headed sword suddenly hung high above Pei Ling's head like a thunderbolt, and then crashed down!

When the blade falls, it sounds like a thunderclap. It is majestic, and with the power of majestic light, wherever it goes, the void will be cracked, annihilating all demons and ghosts, and shocking the soul!

The meaning of beheading came from the sword. Once he was beheaded by him, even the monks of the same Dao stage would not be able to escape death!

At the critical moment of life and death, Pei Ling instantly activated the [Curse of Eternal Regret] to the extreme, and immediately cast [Five Ghosts from the Sky]...

brush! ! !

The ghost-headed sword pierced through Pei Ling's body, cutting into the floor tiles like a rainbow.

On Pei Ling's neck, a finger-thick knife mark suddenly appeared. There was no blood flowing out of the knife mark, and the incision was neat and brilliant. From the front, you could directly see the beam and pillar house behind him. The knife mark continued rapidly expand.

His entire figure also vanished into thin air as the knife marks expanded and spread.

This is an afterimage!

Pei Ling immediately appeared in the corridor not far away. There was an inch-wide knife mark on his neck, the bone was visible deep, and blood gushed out, which had already wetted his front.

If he hadn't hid fast enough just now, he might have been decapitated at this moment!

The abundant vitality surged, and the knife marks on Pei Ling's neck began to heal quickly, but it was the residual medicinal power of Tianshanglei that was still working.

Pei Ling looked at the cultivator of the Liugai Dynasty with serious eyes. The law he mastered was a bit strange.

First, when he didn't knock on the door, he could make his response violate the law; then, he has no contact with the other party now, but still has part of his fate, which keeps flowing back to the other party... The other party seems to be able to distort it to some extent. The real law here!

In addition, the avatar is not there, and his strength is not at the peak at the moment. This battle is more difficult than the battle with the monks of Yanxi City just now!

If there is no law here to contain the opponent, it must be a situation with more bad luck than good luck.

The problem of fate reflow must be solved first!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately activated [Eclipse Secret Record], his body, face, and breath changed rapidly, and soon, the facial features on Pei Ling's face quietly disappeared and disappeared.

His robes also began to change, clothed with straw sandals, with an empty face... Pei Ling turned into the faceless statue of the immortal in the first gate, whose life he had taken part of.

At the same time, two majestic portals rose above his head again.

A portal is like a mountain of skulls, treacherous and eerie; a portal is as gorgeous as a fairy, extravagant and gorgeous.But in the portals, the breath of great terror and catastrophe continued to spread.

The appearance of the "curse", the breath of the "curse"...

Pei Ling immediately felt that the law here seemed to have lost its effect on him, and the fate he had already captured would no longer flow back into the body of the monks of the imperial dynasty.

The bloodstain on the monk's neck continued to expand, and his life was like a river that broke through a dam. It continued to drain, and his breath also dropped rapidly.

Pei Ling's voice was cold and loud: "Curse!"

As soon as the voice fell, those arms protruding from the void, supporting the head of the imperial monk, immediately appeared a large number of festering marks, with pus flowing, and the wounds gave birth to vicious and distorted faces.

"Hee hee hee... hee hee... hee hee..."

Amidst the sharp and ear-piercing laughter, the monk's head immediately lost its support and almost fell directly. He hastily reached out his hand to hold his own head.

But immediately after, countless blood-colored saber aura exploded in the corridor like peonies in anger, and slashed at the imperial monks.

The sleeves of the royal monk's robes were windless, and pale golden flames shot up all over his body immediately, and the flames rose up, illuminating the night.

Boom boom boom...

The war broke out again, and the whole situation returned to the scene just now.

However, under the action of the law, the loss of the imperial monk's fate became more and more serious, and his figure became gradually transparent. On the other hand, Pei Ling was still intact. Can last a while longer.

Knowing that there was no chance of winning, the cultivator of the Imperial Dynasty suddenly said in a disgusted voice: "Chong Mingzong...huh!"

It was already extremely weak, but its aura suddenly began to surge abnormally.

All the remaining power is constantly constricting, collapsing, constricting, collapsing...

He's going to blow himself up!

Pei Ling frowned, and without any hesitation, she immediately fled towards the room where the avatar was.

boom! ! !

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, mixed with some dim pale golden flames that shot up into the sky, and the entire station seemed to have been turned over by a dragon, shaking violently.

But soon, the flames that seemed to erupt from a volcano quietly dissipated, and darkness fell again, covering the whole field. On the corridor, Pei Ling and the imperial monks had disappeared, and the houses on both sides seemed to be intact, even the mulberry paper pasted on the windows was not damaged.

Even the self-destruction of a monk in the Taoist period is only a flash in the pan and cannot cause the slightest damage to the station.

At this moment, a closed door suddenly opened, and a section of brightly colored skirt appeared in the crack of the door...

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In the house, it is spacious and simple.

On the dilapidated bed, the curtains were hanging down, and the rest was empty, except for a lampstand carved with stone, placed on the ground in front of the bed.

Pei Ling has recovered her original appearance, and her bloody back is recovering rapidly.

In the void, I can no longer feel any power of fate flowing into my body, and the monk from the Liugai Dynasty no longer exists!

Pei Ling pondered slightly, that imperial monk seemed to be extremely hostile to Chongming Sect, the other party would rather blew himself up to death than have his fate taken away by him, the Holy Son of Chongming Sect...

However, it is not surprising that evil and righteousness oppose each other...

When his mind was turning, he stopped in the middle of the room, cupped his hands towards the bed, and said calmly: "Mo Xianyou, the situation here is special, and the power of law that you need is everywhere."

"Ben Xian did what he said, and brought you here specially."

"The power of law here right now is for the immortal friends to use."

"I don't know how Xianyou feels right now?"

"Friends of the Immortal, please rest assured, although the laws here are treacherous, but with this Immortal here, I will definitely keep you safe and sound!"

Mo Lilan lay quietly without any reaction.

Pei Ling was puzzled, but considering that there was still a cultivator Suzhentian who might knock on the door at any time, there was no delay.

So, he immediately walked towards the bed.

Pei Ling walked quickly to the bed, gently raised a corner of the curtain, and looked inside, and saw Mo Lilan lying on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if she was still in a deep sleep.

Chapter 1 Ninety: Go all out.

Seeing such a situation, Pei Ling was slightly taken aback, but quickly reacted, and immediately stretched out her hand to push Mo Lilan tentatively.

Mo Lilan's body was soft and weak, moving with his movements, her eyes were still closed tightly, her breathing was not chaotic at all, and she didn't respond at all.

Seeing this, Pei Ling immediately knew that the will of the true immortal in Mo Lilan's body had already entered into the [Dream of the Underworld]!

This kind of situation has happened before.

The power of the law here can even restrain the Hedao of the nine major sects, and there may be a large number. This true immortal will has probably obtained enough power of the law during the period just now, and it must be continuing to plan the opponent's body right now. Plan to wake up...

So, Pei Ling immediately lay down on the bed, stretched out her hand to hold Mo Lilan's shoulder, and was about to retract her into her body.

But then, he suddenly noticed something, and hastily closed his eyes.

"Dong dong dong."

There was an unhurried knock on the door, but there were no bewitching words.

Pei Ling lay motionless without any response.

Soon, the knock on the door gradually faded away... It disappeared completely in a moment.

After confirming that the surroundings had fallen into silence, Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying alone in a spacious and simple room at the moment, and there was no sign of Mo Lilan beside him.

He was not surprised, this is already the third time.

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