I just want to be a quiet man

It was raining lightly.

In the middle of the sky, a beautiful figure in a plain dress stood alone in the air. Her blue hair was tall and silky, and a wooden hairpin was inserted obliquely. The light green skirt fluttered with the wind, and her temperament was clear and slightly cold, like a snow lotus standing on the top of a mountain, quietly blooming.

Its spiritual thoughts spread out mightily, preventing any danger from approaching.

Empress Liu, who was here to protect the Dharma before, left the day before yesterday.

Right now, there are only her, and the one in the abyss...

Yan Sichun's long eyelashes drooped, feeling the mixed and entangled sword intent and saber intent below, his face was extremely dignified.

The suzerain's sword intent has always been pure and concise, invincible to everything, wherever it goes, all methods are changed.

And the Saber Intent of the Saint Son of Chongming Sect is indomitable and domineering.

Don't ask about the mountains and rivers, don't ask about love and hatred, I will kill myself!

Its edge is so sharp that it is not under the sword intention of the suzerain.

Right now, the Valley of Five Colors, due to the battle between the two, has become an abyss of swords and swords lingering and full of swords.

Without more than a thousand years of time, the sword intent and sword intent here will not dissipate.

In the future, this place, with a little arrangement, can be used for the experience and understanding of the younger generations...

Just as he was thinking, a brilliant sword intent suddenly shot up from the bottom of the abyss!

Above the sky, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared in an instant, and the rain stopped.

Immediately, a crow-green figure stepped out from the bottom of the abyss, and stood in the sky in an instant, overlooking thousands of rivers and mountains.

His cassock was torn, his blood stains were as dry as ink, and his injuries had not yet recovered, but he was majestic, majestic and majestic. When he looked forward, the powerful aura made Yan Sichun, who was also in the Dao stage, feel palpitations.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that it was the late stage of joining the Tao!

The suzerain has broken through!

Thinking of this, Yan Sichun immediately stepped forward and said with relief: "Congratulations to the suzerain, your cultivation has improved."

"It seems that the suzerain has benefited a lot from this battle!"

He Fuqiong also looked at Yan Sichun, he nodded slightly, and then said: "Pei Ling is indeed a good opponent."

After finishing speaking, he asked again, "Has the battle between Pei Ling and the Lord of Jiuyi Mountain started?"

Yan Sichun shook his head slightly and said, "It hasn't started yet."

"Pei Ling entered the territory of Jiuyi Mountain a few days ago, but the owner of the mountain is in retreat, so it is inconvenient to fight."

"This battle still needs to wait for some days."

Chapter 158 : You did a good job last time!

As soon as he heard that the battle hadn't started yet, He Fuqiong immediately said, "That's good."

"If this battle starts, I will just go to watch it."

Hearing this, Yan Sichun nodded. She was not interested in the battle between the Mountain Lord and Pei Ling at all. Even if the five sects of the righteous way were all defeated by Pei Ling, she would not be moved in the slightest.

The Five Schools of the Righteous Way can stand for ten thousand years in the Panya world, always at the top, with their own heritage and arrogance.

A momentary defeat and a momentary low morale are nothing at all.

It's just that the Demon Sect has produced another talented demon leader.

Thinking of this, Yan Sichun immediately took out the Guimeng Sword, which looked like a clear autumn water, and asked, "Sect Master, where did Senior Brother Wei get his natal sword?"

He Fuqiong glanced at the flying sword, and immediately said: "This is what the messenger brought here when Pei Ling sent me the letter of challenge."

"As for how Pei Ling got it, the messenger didn't say anything, but I don't know either."

Pei Ling?

Yan Sichun was taken aback, Senior Brother Wei's natal sword was sent back by the holy son of Chongming Sect?

It took a while for her to come back to her senses, and said immediately, "Since the suzerain has finished his sword comprehension, he can return to the sect by himself."

"I still have something to do, I need to go to Jiuyi Mountain immediately, and I will leave."

Saying that, regardless of whether the suzerain agrees or not, Yan Sichun immediately used the escape method and fled towards Jiuyi Mountain.

He Fuqiong frowned slightly, but feeling his more refined swordsmanship, he didn't have the mind to pay attention to such trivial matters, and even fled in the direction of Han An Jianzong.

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The thick darkness is like substance, meeting the long yellow sand in a desolate place.

Black and yellow, clear boundaries.

Among the undulating sand dunes, sporadic stone towers stand upright. When the wind blows, the copper bells are dull and melodious, and the bloody eyes open and close from time to time, checking the four directions.

The surrounding fields are vast and empty, only the sand scorpion crawls quickly over the gravel, clusters of Achnatherum splendens struggle to grow, and the dead Populus euphratica falls to the dust, half-covered and half-exposed, looking desolate and distant.

On the back of a tall sand dune, in the dead corners of the towers, a long and narrow space gap suddenly opened.

Two figures, a man and a woman, strode out from the crack. Both were wearing gray robes with hoods pressed down to their chins. Thick shadows covered their faces, and they wore a radiant glazed pagoda around their waists.

After landing, he spread his divine sense and confirmed that there was no surveillance here. With a thought, Pei Ling immediately returned to his original appearance, and so did Si Hongmiaoli beside him.

Looking at the darkness like a high wall in front of him, Pei Ling said: "After entering, everything will be done according to my instructions."

Si Hongmiaoli nodded immediately: "Understood!"

Pei Ling nodded slightly. Just like last time, he, as a monk of the nine sects, borrowed the teleportation formations of the nine sects one after another, and brought Si Hongmiaoli to the edge of the Eternal Night Desert.

Along the way, he has already explained to Si Hongmiaoli all the things that should be explained.

After entering the Eternal Night Desert, first go to the True Immortal Will, and ask the True Immortal Will to help him cover up the magic. Afterwards, Si Hongmiaoli, who he brought, happened to have a lot of questions to ask the True Immortal Will...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling said again: "Next, don't leave my side for half a step."

Si Hongmiaoli quickly said: "Yes!"

So, Pei Ling hugged Si Hongmiaoli, and cast [Five Ghosts from Heaven], and quickly fled into the darkness.

The darkness was like water, instantly engulfing the two of them.

It was soft and slippery where it landed, like some kind of rotting meat.

Plenty of water vapor, shadows of dense branches and leaves, but there is no sense of freshness, but full of evil thoughts and peeps.

In the ears, there seemed to be the voices of countless people praying and screaming in unison, continuous and endless, like the tide surging repeatedly.

Pei Ling's whole body was full of saber intent, enveloping the two of them, so that Si Hongmiaoli would not be able to bear the [Eternal Night Whispers].

His escape speed was as fast as lightning, and he led Si Hongmiaoli all the way to the center of the Eternal Night Desert.

Soon, the two came to a piece of quicksand.

This piece of quicksand is mighty, like a vast body of water, flowing endlessly.

Above it is a huge vortex, dark and deep, constantly emitting the breath of death, depravity, tyranny, and chaos.

This is the passage to enter the dreamland of real immortals in the Eternal Night Desert.

Pei Ling stood still, and immediately said, "Give yourself a title."

Si Hongmiaoli said: "The title is 'Miao'."

Pei Ling nodded, and then directly led her into the whirlpool.

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dreamland.

The starry sky is bright, cold and vast.

Frost and snow-like brilliance shone in all directions, countless stars flickered, and the emptiness was vast.

The figures of Pei Ling and Si Hongmiaoli appeared instantly.

The moment they entered, Pei Ling's aura instantly became extremely terrifying, and he regained his fairy position in the dream!

At the same time, Si Hongmiaoli's aura also became extremely powerful. It was the first time for her to enter the Evernight Dreamland, and she also obtained a fairy position.

Si Hongmiaoli quickly surveyed the surrounding environment, and at the same time, dense prayers rang in her ears, constantly impacting her mind.

Pei Ling immediately reminded: "Don't respond to prayers, here, mortals can't bear your voice."

Si Hongmiaoli was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "Yes!"

At this time, in the void not far in front of them, a figure in a pink dress and red dress slowly emerged. It was dignified and elegant, beautiful and noble, demure and beautiful. Shake, it is Princess Zhuang Shu!

Princess Zhuang Shu's gaze swept across Si Hongmiaoli, and immediately landed on Pei Ling. She slightly parted her vermilion lips, and said softly, "Pei Xianyou did a good job last time."

"But it's not enough."

"I need the fairy friend to open another gap in the seal."

Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately knew that the true immortal will wanted him to push back the coffin cover that sealed the other party just like when he first came to the Eternal Night Desert!

It's just that last time he was mentally handicapped by the system, and now he has control over his body, so he wouldn't take that risk!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately replied: "My recovery strength is too little now, and I can only reach the same level as last time."

"I also ask my immortal friends to be safe and not to be impatient. When I recover to the stage of crossing the catastrophe, I will definitely come here again to help my immortal friends get out of trouble!"

Princess Zhuang Shu listened, and nodded slightly. The beads around her ears swayed lightly, refracting thousands of brilliance, reflecting on her snowy cheeks, making her face more radiant. Although this Xianyou Pei often acts very ignorant, he is helping her break the seal. In matters, they have always said what they say, and...

After pondering for a while, the princess did not continue this topic, but asked: "Isn't the fairy friend bringing this junior here to help him improve his foundation?"

Pei Ling nodded and said, "That's right, please help Mo Xianyou to cover up one or two things."

Princess Zhuang Shu immediately showed a very happy smile when she heard the words, and said quickly: "No problem!"

"You don't need to leave the dreamland, you can start now."

Chapter 159 : How many times have I taught you as a teacher...

Seeing this, Pei Ling was very puzzled. He wanted to use "Red World, Fear Me Like the Sky" to help Si Hongmiaoli improve his foundation. He and Si Hongmiaoli should be happy.

But how do you feel now, this true immortal will is happier than the two of them?

Just as she was thinking, Si Hongmiaoli did not forget Pei Ling's previous order at all, and immediately bowed and said: "Young Si Hongmiaoli is a disciple of Immortal Pei."

"Dare to ask Senior Mo, how should a monk in the Taoism period obtain the law of equivalence?"

Princess Zhuang Shu looked at Si Hong Miaoli calmly, but before she could open her mouth, Pei Ling immediately scolded angrily: "Miaoli! How many times have I told you as a teacher how to obtain the law of equivalence for a monk who is a Taoist monk?" ?”

"Why can't you remember!"

"Those who don't know, think that I, the master, didn't teach you anything!"

Si Hongmiaoli showed fear and grievance, and said cautiously: "Master...Master naturally taught the disciple everything, but what the master said is too obscure and complicated, and the disciple is dull, so he can't remember it every time. live."

"However, Master often mentioned that Immortal Mo is a scholar of heaven and man, and he is extremely generous. He loves the juniors most, so he dared to ask for advice."

"I also ask Master to calm down!"

Pei Ling frowned, and scolded again: "You are not as good as Nascent Soul, how can you understand the equivalence law of the Dao stage?"

"Even if Mo Xianyou is indeed superior to being a teacher, it is impossible for him to teach you."

Princess Zhuang Shu frowned slightly when she heard the words. It's just the law of equivalence. She is a monk in the Qi training period. Underestimate her!

At this time, I heard Si Hongmiaoli say again: "Master is an immortal from the upper realm, so he is naturally amazing and talented. There are many things that Master realizes are very simple, but this disciple who is in a mortal body cannot understand anyway."

"Although the disciple has not yet mastered the technique taught by the former master, he has realized it in his heart. I heard that the master made a special trip to ask Mo Xianren for his disciples, and relayed Mo Xianren's explanation."

"Therefore, the disciple thought that perhaps the disciple was confused by the master's teaching, but the disciple might gain something from the teaching of Immortal Mo..."

Pei Ling's face darkened, and he said, "Don't mess around! You are so busy, Mo Xianyou, how can you have time to take care of your trivial matters!"

"What's more, with Yuanying's cultivation base, comprehending the law of the Dao stage, apart from being a teacher and an immortal like Mo Xianyou, how can it be possible for ordinary people?"

"Even secular dramas dare not write like this!"

"Don't think wildly, it's serious for Sheng Shenwu to teach you the exercises as a teacher."

Si Hongmiaoli said aggrievedly: "Master always said that Immortal Mo was good at nature and well-versed in natural resources, and he and Master met at first sight, and they had a close friendship. This disciple thought, since this is the case, I have something unclear. This is a chance to pay respects to Immortal Mo, and I just want to ask him a question or two."

"If this disciple cultivates diligently because of this, he will also be able to contribute to Master's recovery of the immortal body in the future..."

"Otherwise, the master is a majestic immortal who does everything by himself, wouldn't it appear that the disciple is not filial?"