I just want to be a quiet man

All of a sudden, an incomparably thick corpse aura rose into the sky, and the entire world seemed to be completely changed by a single thought. All vitality and vitality disappeared, the vegetation withered, the rivers were silent, and the mountains and waters were pale. It was as if it had been smeared with an ominous layer of dead gray, and it became extremely cold and gloomy, with no life at all!

At this time, Pei Ling frowned and looked at Su Lijing. The fight with the other's wife just now had to end in a hurry.

Originally planned to run away after coming out, unexpectedly, the Li family is also here!

His thoughts turned rapidly, and Pei Ling was about to defend himself when the evil spirit of blood in the bone palace surged violently.

The evil spirit that had just been blunted by many corpse puppets became viscous again in an instant.

In an instant, the sky was reflected in pure blood color, and the viciousness was rampant, and the violent air permeated the audience.

Dozens of huge walls of blood rose brazenly.

Each of these walls of blood is filled with white bones, constantly conveying the vast blood, death, and killing...

boom boom boom boom...

There was an earth-shattering bang, and Su Lijing's palm strength, as well as the attacks of all the corpse puppets, were all blocked by the blood wall.

Su Lijing's complexion was extremely gloomy, and he immediately saw that inside the wide-open palace gate, Si Hongqing flew out of the palace of white bones with a fluttering skirt.

At this moment, Si Hongqing's long hair was loose, and her blue silk was graceful, hanging slowly behind her back. It looked like a piece of satin, and there was not half of a hairpin, only a crooked wreath hanging around her neck.

Its Chinese clothes and brocade skirts are worn with gold and jade hanging.

However, the skirt is slightly skewed at the moment.

Looking around casually, Si Hongqing said with a calm expression: "This palace is the master of a sect. Within the sect, killing each other is strictly prohibited, and offenders will be punished severely."

"Husband, you don't need to be so angry."

"Holy son Pei Ling didn't put me on the throne at all, and was rude in front of those foreign people!"

"I didn't let Ben Gong follow..."

"Let's not let those alien furnaces come together..."

"All in all, Husband, don't think too much, and you don't need to have the slightest suspicion of me."

"Between Ben Gong and Pei Ling, nothing happened!"

While saying this, Si Hong Qingyan pulled the bright red crepe coat to cover his bare shoulders.

Hearing this, Pei Ling and the members of the Li clan all had strange expressions on their faces.

Su Lijing's killing intent was solid, and his voice was cold: "Get out of the way!"

When Si Hongqing heard the words, he was furious immediately: "I am the suzerain! Even if you are my husband, you are not qualified to dictate to me!"

As she said that, seeing Su Lijing still standing in the air with a murderous look on her face, her expression turned cold, and she immediately said, "Back off!"

"This is the order of my palace as the suzerain of the Holy Sovereign!"

Su Lijing's fists in his sleeves were clenched, and his originally handsome face was uncontrollably twisted and ferocious, but after taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed down.

Si Hongqing now has the position of the suzerain, and his strength is stronger than before, and he did not abdicate normally, without the blessing of the status of the elder of the Supreme Sect, if he really violates the order of the suzerain, he will immediately be backlashed by the sect's rules!

angry, meaningless...

Su Lijing quickly suppressed all killing intent, as if nothing happened just now, and said calmly: "Yes."

Immediately, with a flick of his robe sleeves, he put away all the corpse puppets and fled directly from this place.

Chapter 11: Concession.

As soon as Su Lijing left, Si Hongqing immediately turned his head and looked at the members of the Li family with a calm expression.

At this moment, all the vitality and beauty, all the charms, seemed to fade away from her suddenly, and only the indifference of all living beings and the majesty of power were left. instrument.

The Jiu A Li family has arrived, and it seems that today it is impossible to continue punishing Pei Ling's beast.

However, since this evil animal has already returned to the sect, there will be opportunities in the future, but there is no rush right now.

Besides, the reason why my husband misunderstood this time was because I didn't think carefully.

After all, although she said that a sound-enhancing array was set up in the Bone Palace, the palace is just a palace, with many palace gates, and the walls of the courtyard are too obstructive, so that the husband can't see what's going on inside, so he can only guess randomly...

Next time, I will replace the Palace of White Bones with a crocodile screen...

Thinking of this, Si Hongqing said flatly: "The holy son has returned from his travels and has made great progress in cultivation. I am very happy, so I took the exam."

"From the looks of it right now, the Holy Son is worthy of being the arrogance of our Holy Sect. He has entered the country so fast that it is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Okay, now that the school exam is over, I still have important things to do, so you can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, she flicked the sleeve of her robe, put away the Palace of Bones, and floated away.

Seeing Si Hongqing leaving just then, Pei Ling was startled for a moment, Bingqing was still in Si Hongqing's Palace of Bones!

It's just that at this moment, members of the Jiu'a Li clan, as well as Senior Sister Li, are all looking at him...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling didn't dare to make a sound, but quickly flew in the direction of Li Shi.

"Father!" When he got close, Pei Ling immediately bowed and saluted.

Li Wujiu nodded slightly, and said: "This place is remote, it's inconvenient to stay for a long time, return to the sect quickly!"

Other elders of the Li Clan echoed, "That's right, that's right. The Holy Son has been away for a while, and now he's finally back. Let's go back to the sect first."

Everyone's expression was pleasant, their tone was affectionate, and they all acted very enthusiastically, as if nothing had happened just now.

Li Lieyue looked cold, but said nothing.

Pei Ling said respectfully, "Yes!"

Therefore, Li Wujiu made a little tactic, and a brilliance flashed across the fingers in his hand. Suddenly, a huge ghost claw protruded out of the void, tearing apart the space and opening a gap leading directly to the ancestral land of the Li family.

Everyone walked in and disappeared in an instant.

The mountains and rivers in the original place changed drastically, and the birds and beasts were silent. After a long time, there was a mournful cry in the wilderness.

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Chong Mingzong.

Heritage Hall.

Thousands of soul lamps are suspended like a sea, dotted in the void-like darkness, gathering into a mighty mass.

In the front picture scroll, the figure of "Fu Qiong" patriarch is still clear, and he is quietly looking in a direction outside the sect.

In this world, mortals are like ants. There are countless people who have the qualifications for cultivation and have stepped into the Qi training period.

Afterwards, foundation building, alchemy formation, infant formation, spirit transformation, emptiness return, joining the Tao, crossing the catastrophe, Mahayana... Every time the cultivation level is promoted, it means that there are countless monks who lack comprehension, poor aptitude, or bad luck. Stop here, it is difficult to move forward.

But when you really come to Mahayana, you will understand how difficult it is to live long and see forever!

Entering the Tao is just the beginning of practice.

Whether it is Qi training or Mahayana, it is just the beginning!

If you can't fly, even if you dominate the world, you can enjoy ten thousand years of freedom, and you can't escape the day when you will die, and your body will disappear, and you will turn into a pile of loess.

The dharma body of the Daogu, the treasures of the natal life, are all decayed.

Since ancient times, there have been countless methods of cultivation, but the road to becoming a fairy is only a handful.

Any fairy road is rough and bumpy, piled up with the corpses of countless amazingly talented ancestors, gathered countless bloody storms, and killed countless talented and talented predecessors.

Cultivation, character, fortune, aura... all are indispensable.

Even the nine great sects that overwhelm this world only control two immortal paths.

It is a process of continuously attributing great power to oneself, so it plunders the good fortune of all living beings, the energy of heaven and earth, and the vitality of all races... Collect all things, and seek perfection, perfection, and perfection in oneself. Flaws, so as to transcend and ascend, leave this world, and go to the upper realm with more lofty and perfect rules; while the hypocrisy believes that great power belongs to one body, but how small is one's own body, and how big is the world!Therefore, the peak of power also has its limits. We should carry our strength with virtue and pursue the ultimate truth, goodness and beauty of our state of mind, so as to achieve the realm of immortals.

However, the younger generation now has neither of these two paths to immortality.

It comes from the previous "curse".

Determine the "result" first, then practice the "cause"...

As long as he sees through the other party's "cause", he will be able to know the real mystery of this fairy road...

But he took a look now, but he couldn't tell what the "cause" of this junior was...

It was those two from Yousu Tomb who covered up the secret for this younger generation!

Patriarch "Fu Qiong" pondered slightly, and immediately understood the reason why "Death" voluntarily backed down when he asked for someone from Yousu Tomb just now.

At their level, every move has a deep meaning.

The opponent gave in just now to wait for him to make a move now!

If he forcibly peeks at this junior's fairy road now, a war will start immediately at Yousu's tomb!

The step that "Death" gave up just now can be replaced by another move.

In this way, when a real war breaks out, he will be one move behind the opponent...

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" Patriarch shook his head. If this junior is an outsider, let alone one move, or two moves behind, he can't let go of a fairy road that he has obtained.

But this junior is a disciple of the Holy Sect, or the current generation of the Holy Sect!

Tianjiao, the inner sect of the Holy Sect, has the magic weapon of suppressing the clan to suppress the luck, and above the true inheritance, all the sects have the aura of the sect to follow.

To be ranked as the holy son is even more favored by the sect's luck. Even the suzerain and the elders can't deal with it arbitrarily.

Conversely, if Tianjiao, Zhenzhuan, Shengzi, and Shengnv make great progress, the sect will be prosperous together with them, which will also be beneficial.

It seems that this junior, if he really becomes an immortal, for the Holy Sect, his spirit will definitely skyrocket, and for a long time to come, it will be like a raging fire cooking oil, with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, peerless talents, magical weapons... Take the initiative to vote.

Even a patriarch like him who has been in retreat for many years in the inheritance hall also has the opportunity to ascend.

That being the case, then he will give way...

While thinking, in the line of sight of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch, that junior happened to run into the current suzerain of the Shengzong.

"Fu Qiong" the patriarch raised his hand, and looked away from Pei Ling, instantly covering up the clues of the fairy road.Next, even if it was an existence on the same level as him, looking at Pei Ling again, it would be difficult to discover the essence of immortality in him.

Immediately, the Patriarch withdrew his gaze, and the originally clear picture scroll dimmed in an instant.

It didn't take long for the picture scroll to completely become blurred and chaotic, disappearing into the void.

Thousands of soul lamps burn quietly, the powerful ones are like a great sun soaring into the sky, and the weak ones are like beans, all of them are like endless boats, sinking and floating in the vast void.

There was silence in the inheritance hall, and the sea of ​​lights was vast.

Chapter 12: Enthronement.

Chong Mingzong.

The sea of ​​clouds is surging, the atmosphere is myriad, the peaks of the outer sect are faintly visible in the mist, and there are people everywhere among the peaks.

But more, there are still gloomy clouds of corpses.

In the rush of blue and black clouds, there are many stumps and broken arms, carrying low-level monks floating in the sea of ​​clouds.Looking down from the sky, on the cloud of corpses, monks are like ants, small but full of vitality.

Occasionally, the clear chirping of spirit birds resounded through the ravine.

Bone Feather and Yin Scale caught a glimpse in the cloud and mist, and the mist was stirred up like boiling, and disappeared immediately.

A mighty golden light swept out from the depths of the sect, dyeing most of the sky.The thirteen meridians of the inner sect are concealed in the formation, and they are stationed in a variety of shapes, vaguely centered on the Wanbao Tower, with an eerie aura, and all the disciples are busy coming and going like ants.

Continuing to go deeper, high above the sky, a magnificent palace stands proudly, covered by clouds and fog.

After passing through several formations after this palace, his eyes suddenly lit up, but it was an endless forest.

However, after one step, Li's group and Pei Ling immediately appeared in a luxurious mansion.

Surrounded by carved beams and painted buildings, Yao flowers and Qi grass, there is a blood pool in the southeast corner, where blood springs gushes out, and skeleton-like fish and shrimp jump in it. Lightly fragrant, the fragrance is drowsy, but it is blindly poisonous.

Under the eaves, iron horses in the shape of skulls swayed gently with the wind, making a crisp sound that distracted the mind.

Li Wujiu stopped in the court, turned his head, and ordered: "Stay back, the old man has something to say to the Son alone."

A group of elders saluted one after another: "Yes!"

Without saying a word, Li Lieyue also retreated with the crowd.

In an instant, only Li Wujiu and Pei Ling were left in the spacious courtyard.

Pei Ling explained very hesitantly: "Father, in fact, between me and Si Hong..."

Li Wujiu shook his head, and interrupted directly: "Even for a secular man, it is common to have three wives and four concubines. You are a god of transformation, a genius of heaven, there is nothing wrong with this."