I just want to be a quiet man

In an instant, Pei Ling's aura surged, and he broke through the path in an instant, and at the snap of his fingers, he had already broken free from the shackles of his body.

At the same time, monks who were well-versed in the Tao appeared in the room, and they all activated their spells, and countless spells roared towards him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Pei Ling felt a thick and substantial darkness immediately filled his body.

[Mist of the Underworld]!

But at this moment, a slender arm suddenly grabbed his right wrist.

With a strong arm, pull him to the right.

Pei Ling frowned, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn't resist anymore and let his arms pull him over.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled into a dark, cold deep water.

A calm and cold voice sounded in my ears: "Cut!"

The surface of the water seemed to be cut open at once, and the arm pulled him out of the bottom of the water.

Pei Ling woke up suddenly, looking at the lobby that was being swallowed by the darkness bit by bit, and the empty rough pottery bowl in his hand, but no longer felt any surprise.

At this time, a slender arm was stretching out from the darkness behind him, grabbing his right wrist.

Its figure is completely hidden in the darkness, and it can only be judged from the details of the palms and clothes that it is Huan Yunzhen!

Around the lobby, darkness filled the air, with countless figures moving around, the brilliance of spells ignited everywhere, and the sound of swords clashing endlessly.

Without any hesitation, Pei Ling immediately murmured in her heart: "System, I want to practice, one-click trusteeship [Eclipse Secret Record]!"

This is the "safe" time he wants!

In the process of the first three illusions, he left the lobby first, and then quickly found an empty room to enter before the darkness completely fell.

And after entering the room, there was a knock on the door, a move from the Taoist cultivator, and the voice that stopped his figure...

As long as he leaves the lobby, he doesn't have any time to breathe.

Even if the system is used for hosting in the middle, it will be interrupted immediately, only at this moment... now Huan Yunzhen is pulling him, no accident, Huan Yunzhen will take him out of the lobby safely, during this time, He doesn't have to worry about being attacked in any way!

"Ding dong! The intelligent cultivation system will serve you wholeheartedly! One-click trusteeship, smart upgrade! Now start trusteeship training, intimate reminder: During the training period, the host will lose control of the body, please don't panic..."

"Ding dong! It is detected that the host is seriously injured and needs to be treated immediately..."

"Ding dong! It is detected that the host's fate is lacking, and it needs to be replenished immediately..."

"Ding dong! The system is starting to fight for you..."

A series of system notifications sounded, and Pei Ling immediately lost control of her body.

It was different from using the system hosting in the first illusion. At that time, he was only seriously injured. Therefore, the solution of the system was to give him the [Seed of Creation]. This time, he was not only seriously injured, but also In the first three illusions, part of his fate was taken away.

Right now, his fate is incomplete, and the system seems to give priority to solving his fate problems...

Chapter 2 and Three: Seizing the Sword.

At this time, Huan Yunzhen pulled Pei Ling and immediately fled to the back of the lobby.

His whole body is full of sword intent, his body is transformed into a sword light, and his speed is extremely fast. When flying in a straight line, it is actually a bit faster than Su Xirou's previous [Five Ghosts and Sky Luo Dun]!

brush brush...

Thousands of beams of clear light and murderous sword energy flew from behind, like heavy rain pouring down, or like the Milky Way falling down, they roared and slashed at Pei Ling and Huan Yunzhen.

It's the other sword cultivators of the Han'an Sword Sect, and also Huan Yun's true fellow!

Huan Yun's true escape speed did not decrease at all, and the natal flying sword behind him made a clear cry, and flew out instantly, facing the numerous sword qi that struck.

"Ding ding ding..."

The sound of metal and iron clashing was as dense as a shower, Huan Yun really didn't have time to take back his natal flying sword, and took Pei Ling out of the hall in a blink of an eye.

The quiet and dim corridor is full of doors and windows on both sides, filled with the atmosphere of the nine major sects, and there are almost no vacant rooms.

On the long corridor, the figures of two monks suddenly appeared.

Just like Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan in the previous two illusions, Huan Yunzhen's aura quickly weakened as soon as he landed, obviously from the previous battle, he was seriously injured.

Huan Yunzhen held Pei Ling's arm, and immediately let it go, and his body also fell to the side.

"boom!"

Huan Yunzhen fell directly to the ground, and under the control of the system, Pei Ling had no intention of helping her at all.

The next moment, Pei Ling stepped out, and instantly came to the door of a closed room.

There was no movement in this room, it was extremely quiet, but there was a faint sword intent.

There is someone in this room!

Just when Pei Ling was feeling puzzled, the system suddenly activated [Eclipse Secret Record], and his figure changed immediately. Soon, he transformed into a sword cultivator in a blue shirt and fast boots, with a lingering sword intent and bright eyes Zhan, bright as lightning.

Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes, raised his hand, and began to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the dark corridor.

Immediately behind the door came an indifferent voice: "No see!"

Pei Ling's heart suddenly moved. According to the rules of the Ninth Post Station, it is useless to knock on the door without answering. You have to refuse?

However, is this now an illusion or reality?

Just as he was thinking, phantoms of two portals rose silently above his head. One was piled up with skulls, treacherous and unspeakable, and the other was gorgeous and graceful, like a fairy palace. In the portals, there was a strong sense of terror and greatness. A sense of disaster.

Immediately, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

The surrounding environment immediately changed drastically. After the strange scene, he had already appeared in the room behind the door. The room was spacious and simple, with only a bed in the middle, and nothing else, as if it was covered in dust. Layer black yarn.

At this moment, the curtain on the bed was lowered, and a figure could be vaguely seen lying inside.

The sword intent wrapped around him, as if it was a fierce flying sword. The sword intent was icy cold, but it gave Pei Ling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Pei Ling immediately understood that the operation of the system was the same as before, and he directly used the identity of the monk in front of him to replace the other party, and agreed to enter the door.

At this time, under the control of the system, he walked towards the sword repairman.

After standing still by the bed, Pei Ling lifted the curtain without making any sound, and saw a sword cultivator in blue shirt and fast boots lying on the bedding inside, holding a black flying sword in his arms. The sword, the facial attire, is exactly the person who sneaked up on him in the first illusion!

At this moment, the sword cultivator was lying calmly, not knowing that someone had come in at all.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling was startled, but soon realized that in the first illusion, he was attacked by this sword repairman, and part of his life was taken away by him.

Right now, the system wants to complete his fate, so it directly finds the other party...

Thinking this way in his heart, under the control of the system, Pei Ling's hand movements were not slow at all. He immediately reached out, grabbed the flying sword in the opponent's arms, and then slammed it hard.

The blue-shirted sword repairer's eyes were still closed, but his hands were holding the flying sword tightly, and the system didn't pull it out, so the next moment...

brush!

The system pulled out the Nine Souls Knife and directly slashed at it!

puff!

Jianxiu was holding Feijian's arms, and was immediately cut with a scar deep enough to show the bone.

Under the pain, the blue-shirted sword repairman instantly opened his eyes, looking at Pei Ling like lightning.

At the same time, Pei Ling pulled out the flying sword, and put away the Nine Soul Sword as if nothing happened, and carried the flying sword on his back.

In an instant, he felt that there was a seamless connection between himself and the flying sword, and they were incomparably compatible with each other, just like one person.

The opponent's flying sword mistook him for its master!

The moment this feeling appeared, Pei Ling also felt an indescribable connection between himself and the sword cultivator in front of him.

It seems that there are countless slender blood-colored silk threads running through the void, connecting the two of them together!

The Flying Sword of Fate recognizes the thief as his father... The fight for Dao begins!

At this time, Jianxiu looked at the flying sword behind Pei Ling and was furious. He immediately pointed with two fingers and emitted a clear and sharp sword aura.

brush!

The sword energy was as frosty as the moon, clear and cold, fierce and swift, and the void was slightly cracked wherever it passed, pointing directly at Pei Ling.

However, just when the sword energy was about to strike Pei Ling, Pei Ling suddenly opened his mouth, seemingly uttering a word, but did not make any sound.

The next moment, a strange order enveloped the room in an instant!

The sword cultivator's sword energy had clearly touched Pei Ling's eyebrows, but at this moment, he stopped abruptly, and then started to retreat exactly as he had come.

The sword energy retreated between Jianxiu's two fingers, Jianxiu retracted his two fingers, and lay down again.

On the other hand, Pei Ling stretched out two fingers and pointed towards Jianxiu.

A clear and piercing sword energy suddenly came out, as frosty as the moon, clear and cold, exactly the same as the sword energy emitted by the sword cultivator just now, its power, sword intent, and breath... are exactly the same!

brush!

Jianxiu lay on the bed, motionless, letting the sword energy shoot at him without any defense, exactly the same as Pei Ling who was standing still just now!

The moment the sword energy hit Jianxiu's eyebrows, the strange order in the room disappeared immediately.

Jianxiu turned his head at the critical moment, but the distance was too close, and the speed of the sword energy was extremely fast, but it was already too late...

puff!

Half of Lan Shijian's head was instantly pierced by the sword energy.

Its aura declined all of a sudden, but the vitality of the Daoist monk was extremely tenacious, with only half of his head left, but there was still no danger of his life.

Pei Ling immediately felt that the speed at which the opponent's fate was absorbed from the silk thread suddenly accelerated!

He was shocked. What the system used just now should be the law of reversal!

The injuries on his body also began to recover quickly.

Right now, his cultivation base is only in the late stage of returning to the void, and he has not yet joined the Dao, but the effect of the system using this law is not inferior to the emperor in the second door, and even better!

Chapter 2 and Four: The Underwater Universe.

At this time, Lan Shijian Jianxiu immediately got up from the bed, regardless of his injuries, he quickly made a formula in his hands.

In an instant, dense sword auras emerged in the entire room. The sword auras were like schools of fish swimming, suspended in mid-air with incomparable agility, and the dots of cold sharp blades aimed at Pei Ling in unison.

Jianxiu shouted in a cold and rigid voice: "Cut!"

All the sword energy instantly escaped into the void and disappeared.

Immediately, Pei Ling felt a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart, his heart fluttered uncontrollably, and there were waves of premonitions in the dark, as if the next moment, he would be cut to pieces...

But at this moment, under the control of the system, he opened his mouth again without making any sound, and seemed to spit out a vague and cold word.

Just like before, a strange order enveloped the space.

Everything in the house started to go backwards.

All the sword energy that had escaped into the void reappeared, like fish swimming in groups in the sea, only flashed, and then disappeared again.

Not far away, the blue-clothed swordsman withdrew his gesture of casting the formula, and then lay down on the bed again.

Pei Ling raised his hand and used the same spell as the sword cultivator just now. In the whole room, the sword aura reappeared like a school of fish, but this time, all the sword aura, as sharp as a forest, pointed at the blue shirt sword build.

Silently, all the sword energy escaped into the void.

Jianxiu, like Pei Ling just now, did not make any defenses during the whole process.

puff puff puff...

The next moment, dense blood holes suddenly appeared on the body of Jianxiu in the blue shirt. The sword's intent was free and unrestrained, filling the wound, preventing the self-healing of the body, and the blood flowed out, soaking the blue robe in an instant, and moving towards the wound. The bedding under him was soaked away.

The weird order quietly disappeared.

No matter how powerful the Daoist cultivator was in his life, he was unprepared for two consecutive blows with his own full strength, and the blue-shirted sword cultivator fell into a serious injury and was on the verge of death in an instant.

The sword cultivator stopped moving, and his already rapidly weakened aura suddenly became weaker, like a candle in the wind, which seemed to be completely extinguished anytime, anywhere.

Pei Ling immediately felt that on the silk thread, Jianxiu's fate surged into his body like a flood.

The injuries on his body are also recovering at a faster speed, and his breath is getting stronger and stronger.

Correspondingly, the aura of the sword cultivator became weaker and weaker.