I just want to be a quiet man
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Soon, Pei Ling's injuries were fully recovered, and he was full of energy, and he had already returned to his peak state.
The blue-shirted sword repairer's figure became illusory and transparent, and finally dissipated like a broken bubble.
His natal flying sword is still on Pei Ling's back, but there is no sign of losing his spirituality at all. This flying sword has already become Pei Ling's artifact!
Pei Ling was extremely shocked, and eliminated a Hedao with two moves!
The laws mastered by the emperor in the second door are so terrifying!
He is not as good as Dao now, and has not been able to exert the true power of this law, but the system is different. The system can perfectly exert the power of all spells, including the law!
"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..."
At this time, the system notification sounded again, and Pei Ling immediately knew that the system was going to find the female cultivator taught by Tian Sheng.
His fate was only partially taken away in the first illusion and the second illusion. In the first illusion, it was the blue-shirted swordsman who shot just now; while in the second illusion, it was a A female nun who was born to teach.
Just as he was thinking, under the control of the system, Pei Ling quickly walked back to the bed and lay down on the quilt.
A sense of tranquility, tranquility, and nourishment soaked his whole body like invisible hot water. There was a sense of warmth in his limbs and bones. It seemed that every pore was completely open, greedily absorbing this softness. , Warm nourishment.
The sound of "fixing" did not appear again, and no other monks entered the room again.
In this kind of peace and comfort, after an unknown amount of time, Pei Ling felt that the bed under him seemed to have turned into a pool of water.
He fell into it all at once.
The depth of the water was unknown, and Pei Ling kept falling.
During this process, he saw a monk who was in the Taoist period suspended in the water.
These monks, or big sleeves fluttering, natural rhyme; Robes hanging from a pagoda, withered and dull; or white robes and golden crowns, romantic;
All monks closed their eyes tightly, and their exposed faces and skin showed a pale blue color full of death. Thick frost and snow had already condensed on many people's eyebrows, like dust, turning their original His face covered most of it.
The monks floated high and low, far and near, under the surface of the water. Their robes, skirts and accessories were washed by the current and drifted slowly, like lush aquatic plants, blooming vigorously, almost filling the entire water area.
On the top of each monk's head, there is an obscure and simple black silk thread, like nothing, cruising and swaying slowly in the water, converging towards the deepest part of the water.
The depths were dark and gloomy, and with the eyesight of a monk, one could only see silhouettes of shadows, like a huge, pitch-black eyeball.
In the depths of his pupils, there was a faint light.
Obscure, cold, silent.
The light was not bright, nor did it emit any special aura, but it gave people a sense of vitality that contained endless and suppressed majestic power.
Countless silk threads are like the air roots of a banyan tree, densely extending from it, blooming slowly in a criss-cross pattern, connecting a name and way.
This appears to be a seed!
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling's mind suddenly became enlightened: This is the [Seed of Creation]!
One of the three seeds of the treacherous mulberry!
It is also the chance to cross the catastrophe that all the monks here once wanted to fight for!
When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling suddenly noticed that there was also a dark and obscure silk thread on the top of his head, floating gently in the water, all the way down, connecting with the [Seed of Creation].
But different from other monks, the black silk thread above his head seemed intermittent after staring at it for a while, as if the thread was hesitant, wondering if it should continue to connect him.
At this time, the eyes below, deep in the water, blinked slightly.
Pei Ling was in a trance, and when he looked again, he saw that he had appeared in the lobby again. However, it was different from the previous four times. The place where he appeared this time was not the table where he was sitting before, but had been engulfed by darkness. in a corner of .
Sitting at the same table were several He Daoists, their bodies full of aura, they seemed to be monks from the Liugai Dynasty, Suzhentian, Yanxicheng and Jiuyi Mountain.The neighboring tables are of all kinds, including Wushi Villa, Reincarnation Tower, Tianshengjiao, Zhongmingzong... None of these people care about him. of a place.
In the darkness, under the only remaining light, there were four people sitting by that table, they were Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, Huan Yunzhen...there was another one, in black shirt and soap boots, with a long knife on his back, it was him!
Chapter 2 and Five: Who Am I?
Pei Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly realized that this place...is also an illusion!
The first time, he escaped from the lobby alone, looking for a vacant room to live in, and then heard a knock on the door, and was attacked by the blue-shirted swordsman...
That was the illusion he encountered!
The second time, at a critical moment, he was brought back to the lobby by Su Xirou, and with the help of the other party, he escaped into the corridor behind the inn... That was Su Xirou's illusion!
Su Xirou didn't crack his illusion, but pulled him out of his own illusion and brought him into the opponent's illusion!
Of course, from Su Xirou's point of view, that is reality.
After that, for the third time, he was dragged back to the lobby by Meng Hongxuan, and once again started his escape...
That was Meng Hongxuan's illusion!
For the fourth time, he was pulled into Huan Yunzhen's illusion again by Huan Yunzhen...
However, for the fourth time, he used the system to host it, but instead of continuing to enter the empty room, he sneaked there to snatch the fate of the sword cultivator in the first illusion.
At this moment, he completely replaced everything of the blue-shirted swordsman, and even recognized the opponent's flying sword as the master, so under the control of the system, he returned to the lobby again as the blue-shirted swordsman.
One illusion after another...
This is completely different from the previous eight stations!
Is it because of [Seed of Creation]?
When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling suddenly saw that the darkness in the lobby was further eroded, like a heavy curtain, once again pulled a section.
Different from Pei Ling's previous experience, the darkness suddenly burst out, covering Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, Huan Yunzhen and another Pei Ling. The figures and faces of the four were completely hidden in the darkness, only the The arm, still in the dim light, was clearly visible.
At this time, behind the counter, the black-robed man poured soul wine and walked towards the four of them step by step, holding a rough clay bowl.
In the lobby, all the monks from the nine sects stared at the four of them without blinking. Their eyes were piercing, filled with incomparable greed, longing, and urgency...
"Tread, step, step..."
The whole station was silent at this moment, only the footsteps of the man in black clearly stepped on the green bricks on the ground.
An indescribable pressure, like a fully drawn bowstring, stretched to the extreme.
At this moment, under the control of the system, Pei Ling suddenly stood up and walked towards the counter in a swaggering manner.
The counter of this post station is almost the same as the eight front ones. It is a chest-high cabinet with a small door on the side for easy access. A row of Bamboo boxes are built against the wall to the top, filled with all kinds of bottles and cans. .
Inside the cabinet, there are various drawers, cabinet doors... Near the corner, there is a waist-length water tank.
By the side of the water tank, a bamboo spoon was hung on a black iron-like hook, and a stack of rough pottery bowls were placed in a grid not far away.
The water tank was filled with a rust-like liquid, and the color was extremely turbid, as if it was a tank of stagnant water. Due to being placed for too long, it had already turned a strange color.
The liquid seemed to be extremely heavy, dark without any ripples, and a thin layer of mist seemed to be suspended above it, like a cicada's wing, blocking the line of sight and making it difficult to see the situation below.
It's just that, after getting closer, I smelled a fragrance emanating from this liquid, but it was refreshing, refreshing, and even my mind was cleared.
This is soul wine!
Pei Ling strode to the side of the water tank, and after standing still, he bent down slightly, and buried his head directly in the tank of soul wine in front of all the monks and men in black, and drank it in big gulps. .
"Gudu... gudu..."
Following his movements, the rust-like wine rippled layer by layer, the unique fragrance of soul wine quickly diffused, and the wine entered his throat, as if a sharp knife was inserted straight down, the coldness was like a thread, cutting all the way down from the neck .
However, Pei Ling didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, his spirit platform was clear and his mind was quick. As he swallowed mouthfuls of soul wine, his soul became more solid and stable.
Even in the dark, he felt that his fate was more concise and solid.In addition, he seems to have obtained some great benefits...
Pei Ling was extremely surprised, this soul wine is really wonderful!
He thought that the system would help him continue to compete for fate with that natural nun, but he didn't expect to come directly to drink the black-robed man's soul wine!
However, will this...
While thinking about it, suddenly a powerful force came from behind Pei Ling.
boom! ! !
Pei Ling was immediately sent flying, and his body hit the wall heavily. Even so, his hands were still firmly grasping the edge of the wine jar.
"Ding dong! An external attack has been detected. This is the end of this practice. Thank you host for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click trusteeship, soaring without worry! Looking forward to sharing your practice evaluation, please give five-star praise if you are satisfied..."
Accompanied by the notification sound from the system, the control of her body was restored, Pei Ling felt dizzy and dizzy, and felt that her internal organs were being overwhelmed, but her injuries were serious.
But soon, there seemed to be flames rising in his body, and the scorching heat spread suddenly, spreading to all the limbs and bones, but the soul wine that had just entered his stomach began to take effect, stabilizing his soul, and at the same time quickly healing his injuries .
"Bang bang bang bang..."
At the same time, a melee broke out suddenly in the lobby, and countless spells cut through the darkness. When the huge movement continued, the brilliance shone like a fireworks ceremony that suddenly ignited.
Pei Ling was fully on guard, but he didn't see any more attacks falling on him.
Surprised in his heart, he turned his head to look at the lobby, only to see that the darkness was like a closed curtain, quickly swallowing up the last bit of light.
All the monks from the nine major sects disappeared one by one, and all the spells also disappeared.
Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen who were under siege also fell into the darkness.
The lobby that was originally full of people turned into a vast darkness in an instant. Only the other Pei Ling was sitting at the table, holding a rough clay bowl in his hand, maintaining the movement of drinking the soul wine just now.
Pei Ling stood up, the burning feeling continued, and the injuries all over his body had basically recovered.
The other Pei Ling suddenly put down the wine bowl, then stood up and turned around stiffly.
There was no expression on his face, his face was slightly sideways, and the brilliance in his eyes flowed, looking straight at Pei Ling.
Pei Ling's expression remained unchanged. Seeing this figure exactly like him, he was already ready to strike at any time.
At this time, that Pei Ling suddenly asked in a cold and grand voice: "Who are you?"
His voice is full of treacherous, dead silence, dark, and desperate power.
Like a viper in the dark night, cunning and sticky.
Pei Ling was slightly in a trance, and her mind suddenly began to think about this question uncontrollably...
He is Pei...
and many more!
Who is he?
Chapter 2: My heart is only the sword!
A familiar memory suddenly appeared in Pei Ling's mind.
mountain peak!
A solitary peak that is bare, barren of grass, but full of countless flying swords, stands between the vast sea of clouds, it is not considered tall, but countless swords intertwine and rise, straight to the sky.
Wearing a simple gown and straw sandals, he walked with difficulty among the isolated peaks.
The texture of the gown was originally extremely wear-resistant, but now it is full of sword marks, riddled with holes, almost ragged, and even the flesh and blood under the clothes have been cut out of wounds, dripping with blood, the bamboo crown that binds the hair has long since fallen, and the long hair is scattered , described as embarrassing, pain came from all over the body.
Every step you take, there are blood stains.
Looking back under the lonely peak, the blood is winding, I don't know the geometry.
Pei Ling felt that he was extremely weak and exhausted. In addition to his fatigue and injuries, there were countless long swords on this lonely peak, exuding majestic sword intent, coercing him, driving him away, and provoking him all the time. watching him...
At every moment, he feels that he has reached his limit, and he can no longer take the next step. It seems that he has exhausted all his will and strength to take the next step.
Pain, loneliness, despair, cold... Pei Ling quickly fell into a numbness. After an unknown amount of time, a clear sword cry, like lightning in the dark night, opened his muddled consciousness.
He raised his hand subconsciously, and a ray of light shot from a distance, like a swimming fish, circling around his arm nimbly, accompanied by a buzzing, lightly leaped, turning into a brilliant handle , Flying sword like frost and moon.
The flying sword is cold and sharp, as if it can cut through wind and water, and break through all obstacles, but it is one with him, like water and milk, without distinction between each other.
As soon as Pei Ling grabbed the sword hilt, he felt that all the hardships, pains and dangers were like the snow and the sun, without any weight. He felt unprecedented ease and joy in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him changed, and Pei Ling saw himself standing in the air with a long sword on his back. Not far away, five monks in white robes and golden crowns blocked the way in a fan shape.
These monks have a sinister and cold aura and luxurious attire. At this moment, their eyes are full of greed and they look at the long sword behind him: "All things are born, but people are the most expensive!"
"The breath of this sword spirit is pure, and its spirituality is extremely high. Since we met today, it should be used by my teaching."
"The Cold Darkness Sword Sect perverted, willing to be lowly, and as the respect of the human race, one of the nine great sects in the Panya Realm, lived and died with mere sword spirits. Deserved! Destroyed!"
"Kill this sword cultivator and take the sword spirit away!"
"kill!"
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