I just want to be a quiet man

In the next seventh station, after absorbing the fates of the three Hedao, Pei Ling's cultivation finally broke through to the late stage of Void Return!

Afterwards, the system directly presented Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen as Taoist couples for free. Fortunately, the cultivation level has broken through, only gifts, not double cultivation...

In the eighth post station, Pei Ling's strength has improved greatly, and with the help of three female cultivators, the process of winning the fate is extremely smooth...

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In the shadow of death, decay, decline, despair... Li Xin closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up suddenly, only to find that he was suspended in this colorful and weird place, his body seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of invisible shackles, he couldn't move at all, and his cultivation base had also been restrained. All sealed, but nothing can be done.

Li Xin frowned, but quickly recovered, and he didn't die, which meant that there was still room for everything!

He wandered around, observing the surrounding situation.

However, within the range of sight, there is an indescribable colorful, grotesque, constantly changing and wandering, difficult to record, irregular, bursts of withering, decaying breath, lingering and filling, like a gangrene attached to the bone, lingering , and nothing else exists.

At the moment, Li Xin secretly used means to break the ban in his body.

After a while, he tried all the means at his disposal, but to no avail.

Li Xin's expression remained unchanged, he thought about it seriously, and suddenly said: "The younger generation is named Li Xin, and he is the rotating patriarch of the Nine Ah Li Clan of Chongming Zong. Please forgive me for this offense."

"Your loss, this junior is willing to compensate you in full. I don't know how much the city's souls will cost you?"

In the decayed, withered and grotesque space, there is no response.

Li Xin went on to say: "The Jiu'a Li family is one of the three major families of the Chongming Sect. Together with the Zhenshi Su family and the Fuguang Sihong family, they have presided over the Chongming Sect for many years. They have a lot of wealth and a substantial warehouse."

"Compensating for your losses is absolutely no problem."

"Treasures of heaven, material and earth, high-level souls above Void Return, top-grade spirit stones, pills, magic weapons..."

"Qingyao Mountain bloodline monster..."

"Gongfa supernatural powers..."

"Lingquan Treasure Land..."

"If you need something, please feel free to ask!"

"This junior is here only to take away the contemporary son of Chongming Sect who strayed into this place, and there is no intention of offending."

Everything around is as usual, still nothing changes.

Li Xin's brows gradually frowned, and he continued: "Pei Ling, the current saint son of our clan, has outstanding aptitude, and is highly valued by the ancestor of 'Mingxue'. Therefore, this junior hastily broke into Yousu's tomb."

"For the sake of the Patriarch of 'Dark Blood', please raise your hands high."

In the chaotic space, the breath of withering and decay lingered as before, and there was silence.

Seeing that the other party didn't even give the patriarch of "Mingxue" any face, Li Xin suddenly looked extremely dignified. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "When the younger generation was young, they had been instructed by the patriarch "Fu Qiong". 'Patriarch's registered disciples from different generations..."

Hearing the word "Fu Qiong", there was a moment of silence in the decaying and withered chaotic space, and suddenly, all the colorful colors withered, falling rapidly like autumn leaves, and the whole world suddenly dimmed, with a strong sense of coldness , a breath of cold, dead silence, and despair, like a rising tide, flooded the entire space in an instant.

Li Xin's complexion changed slightly, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was covered with hairs standing on end. In the dark, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis covering his entire body and soul!

At this time, a huge voice whose source and direction could not be discerned suddenly sounded: "One more word of nonsense, die."

Li Xin immediately shut his mouth and kept silent, his goal has been achieved!

He successfully uttered the title of "Fu Qiong" Patriarch!

"Fu Poor" Patriarch, you will notice this soon!

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In the third door.

The turbid yellow river was rushing, and the awning boat floated on it, light and fast.

Suddenly, the lantern hanging on the awning quietly went out.

The moment the faint blue flame disappeared, a black shadow appeared in the distance.

It was a building standing on the shore.

The black-covered boat approached it quickly, and as the distance shortened, the outline of the station became more and more clear.

After a while, the boat stopped in front of the empty trestle.

Pei Ling walked down the deck, followed by three female cultivators, Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen.

While ringing and jingling, the embroidered skirt brushed the barren and dilapidated ground, and walked quickly to the old post station.

Looking at the quietly standing house in front of him, like a creeping beast, almost blending into the rapidly dimming sky, Pei Ling couldn't help but look serious.

This is the ninth station!

It will also be the last battle in this fortune!

Chapter 198: The Ninth Station.

The inn was weather-beaten and looked extremely old.

There is only half of the plaque left, and the handwriting is so blurred that only half of the word "stand" can be recognized.

The door, whose vermilion lacquer has faded to sevens and sevens, is ajar, swaying slightly in the whistling wind, like a flag evoking souls during a funeral.

Pei Ling strode forward, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The layout of this inn is similar to that of the previous inn. After turning around the oncoming screen, you can see a mossy courtyard.

Behind the moon cave door, the lobby is brightly lit, the door is half open, near the door, behind the chest-high counter, a black robe is as dark as the night.

Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen followed closely behind.

The sound of footsteps mixed with the pleasant clapping of rings broke the dead silence of the courtyard.

Soon, Pei Ling walked to the entrance of the lobby. With a thought in his mind, he shot out a burst of energy, and the fan carved with countless ghosts and spirits quickly opened.

The brilliant lights in the lobby immediately poured out.

Together with the lights, it is the crowds of people in the main room.

Although the halls of the first eight inns were extremely bright, they were all empty.

But right now, there are almost no seats left.

All of these people have a strong aura, and their mana is flowing, pure and surging.They are either extremely cold and full of blood; some are lively and full of vitality; some are dead and dead, and they look like walking corpses; some are white robes and golden crowns, and they are romantic; Tiancheng; or peach blossom jade face, Qian skirt crimson hairpin; or carefree attitude, wanton and uninhibited...

He is a monk from the Nine Great Sects!

At this moment, all the monks were holding a bowl of soul wine, and when they sensed someone coming in, all their eyes turned to the door in unison, all looking at Pei Ling.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling frowned, but walked into the lobby without stopping, and quickly found the only empty table to sit down.

The three female nuns looked calm, and they also walked forward, lifted their skirts lightly, and took their seats gracefully.

As soon as Pei Ling sat down, many monks in the hall all raised their heads and drank the soul wine in the pottery bowl.

After the monks drank the soul wine, their aura changed slightly, and then they stared at Pei Ling again, with a flat expression and no expression.

In the post station, the lights that were originally shining like daytime suddenly dimmed rapidly.

The gate, which was originally not far from Pei Ling, seemed to be swallowed by the darkness outside the gate, and quickly fell into a cloud of shadows.

Pei Ling immediately felt an extremely strong sense of peeping, surging from all directions, surrounding him.

He quickly looked at the man in black at the counter, and urged: "Four bowls of soul wine, hurry up!"

The man in black nodded slightly and bent down. From the counter, there was a slight sound of pottery colliding with each other. Then, a hand picked up the wine spoon.

Footsteps sounded, and the man in black walked towards the big vat of wine.

At this time, the darkness continued to descend, as if a hunter with a well-thought-out plan approached slowly.

The monks around, from far to near, fell into the darkness one by one, and their figures disappeared.

But that extremely strong sense of peeping became stronger and more obvious.

The threat of death was like a thorn in his back, and he kept clamoring in Pei Ling's instinct.

Pei Ling frowned, "Step, step, step..." The sound of footsteps approached, and it was the man in black who had just made four bowls of soul wine and was bringing them to him.

Before the drinks were delivered to the table in front of him, Pei Ling asked straightforwardly, "What's the law here?"

As soon as the words were finished, the darkness suddenly jumped, and the black-robed man had been completely engulfed. Even Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, and Huan Yunzhen who were sitting at the same table could barely see a vague outline.

Pei Ling frowned. He had a strong premonition that once the post station fell into complete darkness, he would instantly fall into a very dangerous and desperate situation!

At this time, in the darkness, a dead wood-like palm suddenly stretched out.

Behind the palm is Ru Ye's black robe.

The man in black was holding four bowls of wine, his figure had completely merged with the darkness, and he couldn't see the slightest thing clearly.

"Bah."

The four bowls of soul wine were placed in front of the four newcomers respectively, and the dark and hoarse voice of the man in black came from the darkness: "The law of this place...knock on the door...hear the sound...don't...stay full half moon..."

The man in black was obviously standing by the table, but his voice seemed to come from a very distant place, intermittent and indistinct, and it was impossible to distinguish its specific content.

It can be barely heard that the time limit for the ninth station is half a month.

According to the rules of the previous inn, presumably after entering, you must live for half a month before you can leave...

As for other rules, I don't know anything.

Before wasting any time, Pei Ling picked up the soul wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Before the pottery bowl was put down, the figures of Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen were also completely engulfed by the darkness, leaving only empty tables and chairs.

For a moment, the entire lobby was plunged into darkness, and Pei Ling could no longer see anyone here!

Unlike the [Mist of the Nether Sky] in the Eternal Night Desert, the darkness here did not hinder divine thoughts.But after Pei Ling released his spiritual thoughts, he found that all the monks in the hall seemed to have disappeared, but he couldn't notice anything!

"Get in quickly!"

Pei Ling said immediately, regardless of whether Su Xirou and the other three could hear her, she got up immediately, and cast [Five Ghosts' Heaven's Escape] to flee towards the back house.

There was silence in the darkness, but the sense of peeping was suddenly strong, and the incomparably cold malice and killing intent descended like a huge mountain.

It seemed that his movement to leave the lobby angered these secret prying eyes.

With the wind in his clothes, Pei Ling had just rushed out a few steps when a cold voice suddenly reached his ears: "Be sure!"

Pei Ling's figure stopped immediately, her whole body was unable to move a bit.

In an instant, a strong throbbing suddenly surged in his heart, as if a gust of magical powers roared towards him, hitting him on the head.

But Pei Ling's spiritual sense could not perceive any abnormalities at all.

At the critical juncture, his aura suddenly changed drastically, his eyes flickered coldly, and in the depths of his pupils, countless runes rose intertwined, [Supernatural Ability of Resentful Nightmare]!

[Curse of Everlasting Hate]!

Immediately, resentment, hatred, greed... all kinds of emotions came together, like a stormy sea.

Pei Ling's current cultivation base has broken through to the late stage of returning to the void, and at this moment when he casts the [Curse of Everlasting Regret], his strength has been raised from the beginning of the late stage of returning to the void to the peak of the late stage of returning to the void.

At the moment when his cultivation base was rising steadily and was about to stop growing, his aura suddenly changed again, breaking through the barriers of the Void Return Stage and the Dao Merging Stage in an instant, and rushed into the Dao Merging Stage!

Chapter 199: [Seed of Creation].

This is 【End of the Last Dao】!

click! !

Crisp and cold, as if the sound of a mirror shattering, Pei Ling instantly broke free from the spell that stabilized her figure, and then raised the knife and dropped it.

brush brush brush brush...

Countless condensed blood-colored saber energy instantly slashed in all directions in the darkness.

After the dense saber energy fell into the darkness, it was quickly swallowed, melted, and soon turned into nothing, but there was no sound during the whole process.

Pei Ling's figure moved and rushed out of the lobby, but at this moment...

puff puff puff...

After a series of muffled sounds, dense blood holes suddenly appeared on Pei Lingzhou's body, as if pierced by thousands of sharp knives. Bloodthirsty, domineering, tyrannical... The knife aura, with indescribable chaos, was on his wound. spread among.

This is exactly the saber energy he just cut out!