I just want to be a quiet man

After learning that Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect, had won three battles and three victories in challenging the five sect masters of the Righteous Path, he passed on two supernatural powers to him.

One is the immortal technique used to deal with Pei Ling; the other is the law used to deal with Pei Ling.

Right now, these two supernatural powers are all in this jade slip.

However, these two supernatural powers are extremely complicated, profound and mysterious.

Even if he is the owner of Jiuyi Mountain, he can't learn it in a day or two.

If Pei Ling challenged Nine Yi Mountain in the fourth round, then at most he would only have time to master one of the magical powers...

Just as he was thinking, a deep voice suddenly sounded outside: "Shanzhu, Pei Ling has gone to the Han'an Sword Sect."

"The next challenge is the sword god of the Han'an sword sect."

"The Lord of the Mountain, please concentrate on studying the supernatural powers bestowed by the ancestors."

The owner of the mountain was slightly startled, and after realizing it, he didn't say anything, and immediately restrained his mind, and continued to devote himself wholeheartedly to the two supernatural powers...

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a few days later.

Under the rule of Han An Jianzong.

Valley of Five Colors.

This is a valley with a narrow entrance and a wide interior. Because of the high mountains around it, the peaks are clustered together, the wind in the valley has not been heard for many years, and the earth's air condenses, forming many miasmas, which are shaped like five colors.

In the narrow and long corridor at the entrance of the valley, there are piles of bones piled up in the colorful miasma, which is particularly strange to look at.

These are birds and beasts that strayed into this place, mixed with a few dimly colored human bones, fragile, without brilliance, almost extinct, but they are pedestrians who were lost in the mountains and forests in the past.

Not far from Taniguchi, there was a vague formation fluctuation.

It is a simple phantom array with no lethality, guiding the nearby creatures to turn to other places, so as not to stray into this valley and lose their lives in vain.

The miasma is calmly concentrated in the valley, everything is silent, even the sound of poisonous insects is extremely slight.

At this time, a dharma boat flew slowly from the sky.

Finally, it stopped over the Five Colors Valley.

A moment later, an exquisite embroidered building also pierced the sky and appeared above the Valley of Five Colors, floating not far from the Dharma boat.

In the cabin on the top floor of Fazhou, the space seemed to be thrown into the water surface of stones, rippling and opening layer by layer. Suddenly, a space crack opened, and Pei Ling stepped out from it.

He tidied up the robe he had just put on, then sat down on the main seat.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling took out a flying sword with clear light. It was so cold and cold that it seemed to be able to cut through wind and water, and break through all obstacles. It is obtained from the third gate of the land.

Its former master was a sword cultivator of the Han'an Sword Sect, named Wei Duanju, who was devoted to the sword with a firm heart. In order to seek a chance to break through the tribulation, he went to Yousu Tomb.

It's a pity that he finally fell into the land of good fortune, and his fate was also controlled by the "seed of good fortune", wandering among the nine post stations of the third gate, confused and involuntary...

A sword cultivator's natal flying sword is a sword cultivator's life and death. The sword is with people, and the sword is dead.

After Wei Duanju's death, this flying sword was supposed to lose its inspiration and become a piece of iron.

But at that time, in order to break the situation, Pei Ling took the fate of the flying sword's owner and became the new owner of the flying sword. Therefore, this flying sword still maintains its spirituality strangely.

It's just that the sword spirit in it, whether it was eroded by Yousu Tomb or because of some kind of curse, has long been delirious, ignorant, only knows about killing, and has lost the spiritual wisdom of a real sword spirit.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: "Shi Nanzi, come here."

Soon, Shi Nanzi, a nun from Wushi Villa, walked into the cabin.

She looked at Pei Ling with burning eyes, and saluted, "Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor, what is your order?"

With a thought in his mind, Pei Ling took out a letter of war that he had prepared a long time ago, and said calmly: "Send this letter of war to the Cold Dark Sword Sect and hand it over to the Sword God."

"Just like before, the time and place are all up to him."

After finishing speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the gauntlet fell into Shi Nanzi's hands in an instant.

Shi Nanzi saluted again and said, "I would like to follow the instructions of the Immortal Emperor."

Pei Ling nodded slightly, then raised the flying sword in his hand, let go of the hand holding the sword, the flying sword floated in the air, and slowly fell in front of Shi Nanzi.

He went on to say; "Take this flying sword and hand it over to Han'an Sword Sect."

This flying sword originally belonged to the Han An Sword Sect.

Since we are here to challenge the Cold Dark Sword Sect this time, we will first return the property to the original owner, and then officially start the war.

Originally, he had entrusted Hua Yuran with the task of delivering the letter of war, but the Tianshengjiao and the Han'an Sword Sect had always been at odds with each other, and they had deep grievances.

If the monks from the Tiansheng sect were sent to deliver the sword, it might cause trouble.

Therefore, this time, Pei Ling handed over the matter of sending the letter of war and returning the sword to Shi Nanzi of Wushi Villa.

Shi Nanzi took the flying sword and replied again: "Yes!"

Pei Ling nodded and said, "Go."

Shi Nanzi resigned and left.

In the cabin, there was only one person left, and Pei Ling sat alone on the main seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He now has a total of three immortal arts and one quasi-immortal art.

【End of the Dao and Immortals】Only when one is on the verge of death can one exert the power of immortal arts.

Moreover, as long as the state recovers slightly, the effect will drop sharply. This quasi-immortal technique can only be used to save life at critical moments.

As for [Mingtian Dream], it will take some time to cast it. In the next battle, I don’t know what kind of weird and weird methods Han Anjian Sword Sect will use. To be cautious, we must seize the opportunity and use [Mingtian Dream] as soon as it comes up. big dream].

As long as he falls into his dream, no matter what methods that sword god uses, he will definitely win in the end!

The remaining two celestial arts, [Red World, Fear Me Like the Sky] can be used in an instant, but this celestial art is against the laws of heaven and will cause endless troubles. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it must not be used lightly outside the Evernight Desert!

[All living beings, crossing the sea of ​​bitterness] This immortal technique is more practical.

But he has just used this fairy technique to attack Jiuyi Mountain's protective formation. Once he uses it, Jiuyi Mountain will inevitably come to trouble him, which will be very unfavorable for him to challenge Jiuyi Mountain...

Of course, it depends on the power of the Hanan Sword Sect's clan-restraining method, and how strong its underlying means are...

Chapter 134: Habitat Sword Mountain, Enlighten Sword Abyss.

If you are really forced into a desperate situation, use the fairy art as it should!

When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling shook his head slightly. The background of the Nine Great Sects is extremely profound, and it must not be underestimated!

He originally thought that as long as his cultivation reached the middle stage of the Dao, even if the masters of the nine sects used methods like the [Seven Kills Misfortune Banner], none of them would be his opponent.

But in the last battle, Cen Fangwo's [Seal of Lawlessness] really let him see the background of the nine sects!

Under the circumstances at that time, even if his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Dao, the whole battle process would not be any different from the early stage of the Dao!

In addition to these, he fought the sword god this time, Su Lijing, and he should come again!

When the time comes, he can intentionally get injured and lure Su Lijing to take action...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Habitat on the top of Jianshan Mountain.

Ling Yunjue topped the Big Dipper, standing majestically above the surging sea of ​​clouds.

The wind here is fierce, and the ground, regardless of mud or rock, is covered with a thick layer of ice. The chill is so deep that it seems to freeze everything.

The entire mountaintop was empty, except for a dark flying sword inserted obliquely on a light blue mountain rock.

Both the sword body and the mountain rocks were covered in ice and snow, and a foot-long slug of ice fell down, like ice sculptures, looking ordinary.

The gang wind roared, rolled up countless boulders and roared past, and on the ice and snow, there were traces of sharp blade cutting all over in an instant, dense and shocking.

Only the ice and snow on the sword body was intact and unaffected, as if Gang Feng subconsciously avoided it.

Step, step, step...

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a blood-stained figure walked up the mountain step by step.

His stature is tall and straight, but right now, there are criss-crossing sword marks all over his body, and countless sword intents are scattered and lingering, spreading rapidly among his limbs and bones.

Looking back at the footprints behind him, every step is covered with blood stains, and the winding road is shocking.

Degree stared intently at the ancestral sword inserted between the bluestones. He is not the suzerain, so to take the sword this time, he must go through the test of Qijian Mountain!

But now, he stepped through the heavy sword formation and reached the top of the mountain, so he already has the qualification to take the sword.

Cheng Dun continued to move forward step by step, blood dripped from the wound on his body quickly, instantly staining the ice and snow under his feet red.

Every drop of blood he dripped contained an incomparably pure sword intent.

Finally, Cheng Dun came to the bank of the blue stone. He tidied up his ragged clothes, knelt down respectfully, and said solemnly: "The enemy is at hand, the unworthy younger brother Cheng Dun, please come out to help the ancestor sword!"

Surrounded by snow and wind, Zu Jian didn't respond.

Cheng Dun didn't say any more, just kept kneeling like this.

It was extremely cold on the top of the mountain, and the sword intent of the ancestor sword that had been scattered here for many years scattered into the wind and snow, making the wind that was already cut by a knife even more brutal, constantly tearing his already deep and visible wounds.

Degree's complexion did not change at all, as if those densely packed sword wounds were not on his body at all.

After three full days, Cheng Dun was already so angry that he seemed to fall at any time, and the sword marks all over his body were pale with blood loss. Hard support.

At this time, an old and plain voice finally sounded in the ancestor sword: "Only this once!"

Cheng Dun raised his head immediately, and said with an extremely firm expression, "Just this time!"

As he spoke, he staggered up and raised his hand to hold the hilt of his sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, all the injuries on his body recovered quickly in the blink of an eye. With a little force, Cheng Dun pulled out the sword, put his backhand into the sword case behind him, and then disappeared quickly.

... the southwest corner of Jianzong.

Surrounded by various peaks, the mountains and haze are vast, and the bottom is not visible, but it is an abyss.

The depth of the abyss is unfathomable, and when looking down, there are only majestic clouds and smoke, and sword intent soaring into the sky!

This is the Sword Enlightenment Abyss of the Cold Dark Sword Sect. Apart from the suzerain, the elders, elders, sword sons, and true disciples can all enter to realize the sword.

Cheng Dun's figure appeared above the abyss, and he escaped into it in a flash.

After a while, at the bottom of the abyss, he stepped into the protective circle.

The Supreme Elder who was guarding the place sat in mid-air, and when he saw him, he nodded slightly, but he didn't suspect anything at all, he just said indifferently: "Don't get close to the center of Wujianyuan."

"The elder Huan Yun, who returned not long ago, is now reshaping his physical body there..."

Cheng Dun saluted calmly: "Okay!"

With that said, he strode inward.

The sword intent here is diffuse, almost as real, and within the entire formation, there is a layer of tulle-like clouds lingering, slightly obscuring the vision.

A famous sword cultivator was sitting cross-legged on the ground, standing up and dancing his sword, pacing back and forth, or making gestures... all of them were concentrating on comprehending the meaning of the sword. Even if they noticed Cheng Dun passing by, no one paid attention to it, let alone Take another look at him.

Soon, the figures around Cheng Dun began to dwindle rapidly.

He walked to the center of Wujianyuan without any hesitation. Due to the reminder of the elder who guarded this place, this place is extremely empty at the moment, and there are no monks who comprehend sword intent nearby.

In the haze of smoke and clouds, above the open space, there are five sword shadows of different shapes floating, sinking and floating, and from time to time, there are thunder, lightning and flashes from their swords.

These five sword shadows are as real as they are illusory, without any aura exposed, but they give people a destructive aura.

Under the shadow of one of the swords whose head is like a lotus flower and whose spine is curved, sits a graceful figure sitting cross-legged.

The whole body of the figure was wrapped in an incomparably strong sword intent, and there were countless sword auras lingering and circling, like heavy veils hanging down, unable to see the true face.

Cheng Dun knew in his heart that this was the elder Huan Yun.

Right now, the other party is reshaping his physical body, and it seems that there is still some time before he can completely return to the way, so it will not affect his plan!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to look at the majestic, majestic, and magnificent sword shadow in the center, and then played a simple and complicated formula, and quickly grabbed it...

After half a stick of incense, Cheng Dun came out from Wujianyuan. The Supreme Elder who guarded the place didn't notice any problem and let him go.

After leaving Wujianyuan, he quickly escaped from the Cold Dark Sword Sect without any hesitation.

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Lonely peak cliff.