I just want to be a quiet man

The yellow sand trembled, and the smoke and dust dispersed, like a thick curtain, soaring across the entire world.

The roots of the giant tree seemed innumerable, and they kept jumping out from the sand and gravel. With the snap of a finger, they covered the sky and the sun, which was immeasurable. Looking around, there were extremely thick roots in all directions. With the sound of wind and thunder, they entangled fiercely. Pei Ling sealed off all the space for him to move around.

Soon, Pei Ling was wrapped in countless rhizomes, forming a huge root cocoon in midair.

The moment the last bit of skylight above his head was blocked and his whole body was completely trapped, Pei Ling immediately felt that the magic power in his body began to drain continuously!

brush brush...

He immediately accelerated the speed of the knife, and the bloody knife energy roared and surged like a waterfall of blood, constantly cutting towards the surrounding roots.

Accompanied by the sound of the vine being chopped apart, deep knife marks appeared on the rhizome, emerald green juice gushed out continuously, and the fresh breath filled the entire root cocoon.

But soon, the knife mark quickly recovered, and the knife intent was swallowed up by the giant tree.

Pei Ling frowned, and immediately felt that besides mana, the power of law, destiny, and even soul in his body had all received a huge pulling force!

Even with his strong foundation, he almost lost his mind!

Immediately, Pei Ling stopped hesitating, and regardless of whether the monks from the Nine Great Sects had gone far, he immediately closed his eyes and let go of the Nine Soul Saber.

The blood demon of the long knife surged and hovered beside him, sending out streams of fierce knife energy on its own, and slashed at all the roots that attacked Pei Ling.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling raised one hand to cover his right eye, and with the other hand, he typed out a simple magic formula, and said in a grand, majestic, and cold voice: "Everyone..."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world was silent!

The stormy attack of the giant tree suddenly changed, as if it was ten thousand times slower!

Above the dust-filled sky, a long and narrow crack suddenly appeared in the mighty Qingming.

There was an indescribably terrifying aura coming out of this crack, as if there was some great terror and catastrophe that the entire world could not bear!

"Crossing the sea of ​​bitterness!"

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Jiuyi Mountain.

secret place.

In the hut in the pine forest, the incense burner was burning quietly, and the smoke cloud changed again.

The mountains and rivers are majestic, the city towers rotate, and thousands of creatures live in the same place as before, but they are all changed beyond recognition, like snapping fingers into the sea.

Between the waves of pines, the sound of lingling rang through the wooden house.

In the corner where the smoke and clouds are surging, the patriarch of "Shiwei" sitting under the osmanthus in the mountain has been watching the two directions of Chongmingzong and Yousu Tomb.

Suddenly, he noticed something, and glanced in the direction of Cizhou, it was the fairy art that violated the sky!

It turned out that it was this junior who dared to attack the Jiuyi Mountain's protective formation that day!

However, this junior is really daring.

Not to mention attacking Jiuyi Mountain with one person's strength, the current cultivation base is only in harmony, not to mention becoming an immortal, but not even a half-immortal, how dare to violate Tian Gang several times...

Thinking of this, Patriarch "Shiwei" ignored the situation in Cizhou, and continued to watch the movements of Chongmingzong and Yousu Tomb.

Although the junior from the Demon Sect said that he acted unscrupulously and had a deep demonic nature, the target of his attack now was the out-of-control Shenshu.

Moreover, the juniors who watched the battle on the right side had already withdrawn from the battlefield ahead of time.

Therefore, the battle between that junior and Shenmu is ignored for the time being...

Chapter 1 Eighty: The layout of the Holy Son is too small.

Lizhou.

There are thousands of miles of fertile fields and many mountains and rivers.

The continuous mountains meander like a belt, and one of the perilous peaks is particularly tall and straight, surpassing all the surrounding peaks, but it is the main peak of this mountain range.

Above Qing Ming, there were many lights, and the figures of He Fuqiong and his party suddenly appeared.

This place is already far away from the northwest of Cizhou. Looking around, the grass is luxuriant, the birds and animals are at ease, the mountains are majestic, and the water is soft, but it has not been affected by the out-of-control Shenmu at all.

Estimating that the distance was almost the same, He Fuqiong suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

The others stopped and fled, looking at each other.

At this time, Su Zhentian and Cen Fangwo quickly asked: "He Daoyou, what's going on?"

Just now, the Sword God suddenly told everyone to leave via voice transmission. Up to now, they still don't know what happened.

It's just that the situation was critical just now, so no one asked much, and it wasn't until the Sword God stopped that he had time to ask the ins and outs.

He Fuqiong said: "Pei Ling wants to use a hole card, and the range of influence may not be small, so let us leave."

Hearing this, Zhen Jianghui frowned immediately, and said: "Pei Ling is the holy son of Chongming Sect after all, and his behavior is also very devilish. What he said may not be credible."

He Fuqiong shook his head slightly, and said in a flat voice: "I have shortened the time given to him to half a quarter of an hour. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, as soon as the time is up, we will take action immediately."

"Besides, just now the demon heads of Wushi Villa, Reincarnation Tower, and Tiansheng Sect were all there. These demonic thieves are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they have no sense of the overall situation. They will definitely take advantage of the situation and make trouble."

"Even if we really want to deal with Shenmu, it is extremely dangerous."

"but now……"

"I'm in the realm of righteousness, it's not a place where these demons come whenever they say they want, and they can leave as soon as they say!"

"Everyone, wait here for a while, I will go back as soon as I go!"

As soon as the words fell, He Fuqiong didn't care whether the others agreed or not, his figure immediately turned into a radiant sword light, and rushed away...

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses, Empress Liu Greed immediately nodded and said: "Sword God's words are right, we can't let the people from the Demon Sect run away like that!"

Cen Fangwo immediately said, "I'll help the Sword God."

Wenren Lingse reminded: "Some people have to stay here to protect the way for fellow Taoists in Jiuyi Mountain."

Just as they were talking, a terrifying aura suddenly came from behind everyone. The very ordinary conversation just now disappeared instantly, and there was a weird silence...

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Cizhou southwest.

The glazed pagoda emerged from the void, under the eaves of the pagoda, copper bells swayed, the sound was muffled and distant, and the bloody eyes looked in all directions.

Soon, the glazed pagoda disappeared again, flying towards Lizhou, and soon left the border of Cizhou.

The four walls in the pagoda are empty, only a large ink-stained Chinese character hangs high in the center: "Heaven and reincarnation, fortune and loss."

There are some futons under it, and a group of gray-robed monks sit on it, all with indifferent expressions.

At this time, a gray-robed monk with a haggard face and narrow eyes said in a deep voice: "Pei Shengzi of Chongming Sect is strong, but he has no sense of the overall situation."

"I only know how to go my own way, and I don't know the difference between the serious and the serious. It's too reckless!"

The companion beside him spoke hoarsely: "Of the four sects of my holy way, the Chongming sect has always been the smallest and most greedy."

"Since Pei Ling is the holy son of the Chongming Sect, he was influenced by the Chongming Sect since he was a child, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has such a short-sighted temperament, but it's not surprising."

A monk sitting opposite them sighed in a low voice: "It's a pity to miss this opportunity!"

A monk with black beard and hair and cold eyes said lightly: "Not necessarily! No matter how you say it, Tao Wendu is dead now."

"Five sects of hypocrisy, two of them have fallen. Yanxi City and Jiuyi Mountain are both facing the turmoil of the young master's coming to the court and the change of great positions."

"Especially Nine Yi Mountain is the head of the hypocrisy. Taoist Fu Xuanxu can't bear the responsibility of the mountain lord at all because he has only transformed himself into a god."

"Not to mention leading the five sects, commanding like an arm."

"Guanzhen Jianghui and Dong Xianyu are nothing more than that."

"When we return to the sect, we can still start a new round of reincarnation war..."

Before they finished speaking, all the cultivators in the Tower of Reincarnation suddenly changed their expressions. No one made a sound, no one moved, and even the copper bell outside the tower fell silent. The eyeballs on the copper bell remained motionless.

In the entire glazed pagoda, it was as if time stood still.

After a while, many gray-robed monks came back to their senses in shock.

The haggard monk said in a low voice: "The breath just now came from the direction of Pei Shengzi's battlefield!"

His companion's voice became even hoarse: "It's not like a law, nor is it an ordinary spell."

The monk with black beard and hair and cold eyes pondered: "There may be a winner over there..."

Just as he was talking, all the gray-robed monks suddenly noticed something again, and all looked in front of Feidun of the glazed pagoda.

I saw a crow-green figure suddenly appearing in the void in front of the pagoda. Its bamboo crown and cloud shoes, except for a long sword on its back, had no accessories. It's all clear.

It was He Fuqiong!

He didn't mean to talk nonsense with the Reincarnation Tower, Keng!

The natal sword suddenly came out of its sheath, its sharp edge was like frost and snow, like a big moon suddenly appearing, the silver flower poured down the wilderness, the sword roared into the clouds, and cut it down with a single sword!

boom! ! !

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Cizhou, northwest.

The vast yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see, and on the huge newborn desert, there are towering giant trees, green leaves like a cover, and gray-brown roots rushing out from the bottom of the sand and gravel, all over the whole world, and condense into a huge root cocoon in mid-air.

As the dust spread, the cracks in the sky slowly opened.

A frightening and terrifying aura emanates from the gap, as if some unbearable and unimaginable disaster is about to come!

Gradually, a huge unimaginable pupil opened little by little from the crack.

In the pupils, there is pitch-black indifference, coldness, loftiness, without any mundane aura or emotion. When hanging high, it looks like a deep mountain and a mountain, and it is unfathomable.

He stared at the giant tree, and the moment his eyes fell, all the vitality of the giant tree began to wither.

The originally dense branches and leaves were withered, withered and yellow all over the sky, and it seemed that there was a falling leaf in the whole desert.

Dry cracks appeared on the thick trunk, and its rhizomes weakened rapidly, unable to continue to spread deep underground.

The strong breath of death instantly enveloped the entire giant tree.

While whirling slightly, the giant tree stretched out its sharp branches with great difficulty, piercing towards the pupil above the sky, as if it was about to make a last-ditch effort.

Chapter 181 : Cutting the Shenmu!

Countless branches pierce the sky, like floods and waves of sweat.

In the middle of the sky, the thick and light emerald green rushes and roars, like a thunderous wave, with the sound of wind and thunder, sweeping thousands of miles, and rolling up!

However, as long as everything is close to the pupil in the sky, it will be like a bubble, and it will be wiped out in a blink of an eye, turning into white black ash and sprinkled on the earth.

In the long wind blowing, it was like a huge black snow, splashing the entire Cizhou in an instant.

Qingming is far away, the pupils on it are getting bigger and bigger, and the huge root cocoons that wrap Pei Ling are withered, cracked, and shattered inch by inch.

Countless wreckage fell like rain, revealing Pei Ling's figure.

His black robe is hanging, and the Nine Souls Saber wrapped in thick blood is suspended on the side, and his whole body is full of ferocity, and he is protecting him.

Pei Ling practiced the formula with one hand, and covered his right eye with the other.

On the increasingly withered and shriveled giant wood, the cracks increased at a rapid rate, the vitality was crazily lost, and the branches and leaves withered. Under the solidification of the eyes of the sky, it was already in a dying situation!

In order to prevent any change, Pei Ling had a thought, and the Jiupo Saber flew into the air, with a blade as sharp as snow and momentum as a rainbow, and slashed at the giant tree fiercely.

The bloody light of the long knife soared into the sky, and the knife's intent was piercing, reflecting for a long time like a sea of ​​blood.

brush!

The Nine Soul Sword cut directly into the trunk of the giant tree. The giant tree that was extremely solid and resilient just now was as brittle as glass at this moment.

As soon as the blood rainbow passed through, it was not hindered in the slightest. In an instant, the hideous knife marks completely penetrated the tree, and the giant tree was cut off in the middle!

clack clack...

The huge tree trunk crashed down, and before it touched the ground, the jaw-dropping sound of cracking was already running like a tide. The spider web-like cracks spread rapidly towards the entire tree with the knife mark as the center.

Countless gray and black wreckage, ashes, and debris poured down like a huge mountain collapsed, raging on the long yellow sand.

Yellow and black are intertwined and flying, filling the whole world.

At this time, above Qingming, the eyes of the sky have been fully opened.