I just want to be a quiet man

Pei Ling cupped his hands and saluted, and then went to look at the Liulian Dynasty.

The Yuntai of the dynasty is crowned like a forest at this moment, surrounded by nobles and purples below it, showing the royal atmosphere.

The four overlords sat silently and did not respond to Pei Ling's scrutiny.

He saw Zhong Kui Jing Yi at a glance, who was sitting at the head of Empress Liu Li, who was wearing a phoenix crown and Zhai clothes. The mother and daughter looked quite alike, and they were looking at Pei Ling with both admiration and curiosity.

Behind them are Jiuyi Mountain, Yanxi City and Suzhentian...

In general, almost all the masters of one of the eight sects were present, and there were many auras he was familiar with among the entourage. In addition, each sect had several extremely terrifying presences.

Obviously, all the eight comers this time have crossed the catastrophe.

And each sect has more than one.

Pei Ling was not surprised at all. This time the Eight Great Sects came to observe the ceremony, not only for Si Hongqing's ascension to the throne, but also for the final battle of his immortal journey!

"This final battle is over, my cultivation base will definitely be able to break through the tribulation."

"Next, go to Yousu Tomb first, and confirm with the two taboos whether the road to immortality is really as the ancestor 'Fu Qiong' said."

"If it's true, then I'm going to prepare for the inheritance, cut the 'cause' and break the 'fruit'..."

"There is also Master, I have to go over and say hello..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling glanced at the Liudao Dynasty, and his master Yao Qingying was not among the people coming from the Dynasty.

Originally, after he returned to the sect, he planned to go to "Xiao Zi Zai Tian" to announce the good news to his master.

It's just that the patriarch of "Fu Qiong" is still staring at Master Yao Qingying. If Master Yao Qingying also came to Chongmingzong to watch his final battle, he might be in danger because of it...

Therefore, in order to prevent accidents from happening, he simply did not go to see the master.

After this final battle is over, it will not be too late for him to go to "Xiao Zi Zai Tian" to find his master after his cultivation has reached the tribulation.

When his mind was turning, Pei Ling looked at the copper drain at the corner of the table, seeing that there was still some time before the auspicious time for the ceremony to start, and began to think about the situation in the inheritance hall last night.

Since Chongming Sect established its sect, there have been nearly a hundred patriarchs so far.

But most of them fell during the Dao Tribulation.

Only a very small part can withstand all the calamities and break into Mahayana.

And among those rare Mahayanas, there are very few who can really ascend, and the rest are all perish in the chess game of floating life, and there are even 64 kalpas among them!

In addition, he also learned from the mouth of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch last night that monks like him who walk the fairy road are called "Xianlu Yinzi", which means leading the fairy road to open.

In addition to the introduction, the eight ascending places are "followers of the fairy road".

And the other monks who went to the floating habitat together were called "the viewers of the fairy road".

Floating Life Chess game has two open rules.

One is that the "introduction" cannot die.

Second, if the total number of introductions, followers, and observers is less than nine, the game will be lost immediately!

Therefore, every time Xianlu, regardless of the final success or failure, the number of participants will be far higher than the number nine...

Besides, there was one more thing that made him feel very strange.

The current Mahayana of Chongming Sect has only one "Fu Qiong".

The remaining patriarchs who have not ascended and are still alive are all at the peak of crossing the tribulation.

However, those patriarchs who were at the peak of the tribulation were all only short of the last tribulation before they could step into the Mahayana, but none of them went through the last tribulation... This is like being deliberately stuck in cultivation. To break through the general!

He asked Patriarch "Fu Qiong" last night, and the answer of Patriarch "Fu Qiong" was very simple: "The road to immortality has not been opened, and the nine major sects are all like this..."

Just as he was thinking, a low, majestic and unfamiliar voice suddenly came to his ears: "Shengzi Pei, do you still have a place?"

Pei Ling quickly came back to his senses, and immediately looked in the direction of the Liulian Dynasty.

However, among the many crowns of the imperial dynasty, a male cultivator dressed as the Supreme Emperor, with crown beads covering his face, dressed in grace, was sitting upright in his seat, holding a gold bottle, with calm eyes, through the gap between the crown beads, looking at he.

After a little weighing, Pei Ling quickly replied via voice transmission: "There are places for spectators to enter the floating habitat together!"

The deep and majestic voice then rang in his ears: "The Liugai Dynasty, how many do you need?"

Pei Ling responded via voice transmission: "Yes."

The overlord nodded slightly, raised the golden bottle towards him, drank the fine wine in one gulp, and stopped talking.

Pei Ling also looked away, picked up the spirit wine in front of him and poured a cup.

The number of spectators who enter the floating habitat together is different from the number of followers, and there is no limit on the number.

But he is the "introducer" of this fairy road, the monks of the nine major sects, if they want to participate in this floating chess game, they must have his consent...

Under normal circumstances, as long as there is no mortal hatred, as an introduction to the fairy road, they will not refuse.

So does he.

At this time, another voice as cold as a sword came to Pei Ling's ears: "Pei Shengzi, Han'an Sword Sect, how many places are needed."

Pei Ling replied directly through voice transmission: "Yes, but there are only spectators who enter the floating habitat together."

The sword cultivator offered him a glass of wine from afar: "Thank you."

Immediately closed his eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, the ancestors of Yan Xicheng and Su Zhentian sent voice transmissions to ask for the quota.

Chapter 312 : Infinite merit.

Pei Ling agreed one by one, all of which were only given to the spectators who entered the Floating Life Realm.

The "world taste" of Jiuyi Mountain has already been discussed with him before, so this time, the side of Jiuyi Mountain has not communicated with him.

The same is true for the Reincarnation Pagoda and Tianshengjiao.

And Wushi Villa, at the moment, is being served by many outstanding inner disciples, drinking and having fun, occasionally pointing at the many guests and the arrangement of Chong Mingzong, and even high-ranking monks, even under the praise of clever disciples, casually Take out all kinds of natural treasures and give them on the spot...

It seems that they don't care about Xianlu at all...

All the quotas had just been negotiated, and suddenly there was an indescribable coercion in the void.

The whole world seems to change in an instant.

The landscape, vegetation, and guests on the cloud platform are all as usual, but the originally luxurious and elegant ceremony suddenly adds a layer of coldness.

All the sense of grandeur and wealth disappeared, and what was replaced was a sense of despair of falling into the abyss forever and being trapped forever.

On the left side of the empty suzerain throne, a throne as black as ink and inlaid with countless eyes suddenly appeared.

Sitting above it is a figure, with simple and unadorned robes, its appearance cannot be seen directly, and its breath is deep and vast, which cannot be measured.

It is the patriarch of "Fu Qiong"!

He just appeared, and all eyes fell on him... The grand ceremony is about to begin!

"Fu Qiong" Patriarch casually glanced at the training materials in the field and nodded slightly.

Afterwards, he sent a voice transmission to Pei Ling: "Later, if the hypocrites want a place in the Immortal Road, you can just ask for a price."

"Especially the top-notch casting materials of the Liugai Dynasty. The Dynasty is good at shepherding mortal cultivation materials and extracting the hearts and minds of the people. Their method is unique, and they can cast wares with the people's opinions in the dark. The Holy Ancestor has never had much wealth in this regard. , don’t miss this opportunity.”

"There is also the flying sword and sword intent of the Cold Dark Sword Sect, which are also unique in this world."

"In addition, although some of the secret exercises of their sect will never be passed on to the outside world, there are also some sword techniques that can be used to enrich my holy sect's treasury."

"The most outstanding thing about Yanxi City is their order of hundreds of soldiers and the method of Wubao."

"In addition to the finished product, we need a batch of skilled craftsmen or the souls of skilled craftsmen."

"As for Suzhentian...they are good at cultivating rare medicinal materials, as well as cultivating natural treasures such as Yunxia."

"Don't worry about whether you can use it or not, you need as much as you can."

"The special materials of these four sects, don't miss out..."

Hearing this, Pei Ling's expression froze, and he suddenly felt as if he had lost nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine trillion spirit stones...

After admonishing Pei Ling, the "Fu Qiong" patriarch looked around and said briefly, "The grand ceremony begins."

After the voice fell, the sound of the drum in the sky reappeared, and the huge drum body, accompanied by the thick and simple music, emerged from the void with many musical instruments.

The drum is as big as a mountain, and the whole body is sewn with the skins of ten thousand races, presenting complicated and magnificent patterns. The giant drum does not need to be controlled, it sings spontaneously.

On the side of the drum, the qin and flute ensemble played, and the bells were full of excitement.

In the void that was originally empty, there are Yaohua Qicao born out of thin air, meandering and complicated, all over the sky.

The suzerain throne hanging high on the top suddenly erupted with a powerful and unparalleled aura. At the same time, red, black, and white brilliance shot up into the sky, intertwined and reflected, like blood, night, and bones.

As the three colors roared, they collapsed like a pillar of sand in an instant, falling with a bang.

Immediately and in the blink of an eye, they intertwined with each other to form a step full of blood thorns, soul thorns, and bone blades, leading to the earth in a mighty way.

At this time, all the monks of the Chongming Sect and the forces under the rule stood up and left their seats, bowed to "Fu Qiong" and responded in unison: "I respect the order of the patriarch!"

Afterwards, everyone sat down one after another, except for a figure with pale hair and fine clothes on a solitary cloud platform hanging outside, still standing still, looking around, and said in a loud voice: "Si Hongqing, the patriarch of the Shengzong, is very talented. Diligent and diligent, not only being inherited by the saintess, but also assisting in the general affairs of the sect, in the name of Tianjiao, entering the realm of harmony, is indeed a pillar of the saint sect."

"During the time in charge, the sect flourished day by day."

"School disciples, all obey."

"Fellows, old and young, are praised."

"Today, there is a patriarch who came out of the customs and personally assessed it. It is also remarkable. He has both ability and virtue, and his merits are profound. He is indeed the best candidate to lead the Holy Sect."

His words rolled like thunder, and spread across ten thousand mountains in an instant, so that the entire Chongming sect could hear them clearly.

While speaking, a slender figure appeared at the end of the three-color intertwined steps.

She wears a crimson ruched gold dress, a high-knot hairpin, and phoenix eyes with prestige. It is Si Hong who loves it!

It's just that, at this moment, she completely lost the alluring beauty in front of Pei Ling. Instead, she was like a raging fire, blazing with sharpness and evil spirit.

It seems that if you look at it for a while, you can be burned by it.

Si Hongqing raised her chin slightly, and stood vigorously in front of the steps leading to the position of suzerain, although she didn't know that she didn't kill the real body of any monster clan in the Daoist period of the Liugian Dynasty, why did she do so? The patriarch of "Fu Qiong" thought that this task was performed well.

But it's okay.

Today is the enthronement ceremony of Shengzong, and it is also her day!

She glanced at the many cloud platforms above the long sky, and frowned slightly when she glanced at Pei Ling, hum!How disrespectful this bastard is to himself.

In the past, she was only the suzerain, so that's all.

After I become the real suzerain, I must take good care of this evil beast, and I must not be misunderstood by my husband like before...

While thinking about it, I heard the elder Taishang who served as the master of ceremonies ask in a deep voice: "Everyone from the same sect, all fellows, all you hypocrites... Everyone from the Liulu Dynasty, Hanan Sword Sect, Jiuyi Mountain, Yanxi City, and Su Zhentian Fellow Daoists, please be witnesses together!"

As soon as the words fell, the Fuguang Sihong family immediately responded: "We are witnesses, please practice the Zuo Master Sihong!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhenshi Su's and Jiu'a Li's both said: "We are witnesses, please practice Zuo, Master Sihong!"

Immediately, many elders, deacons, disciples, as well as the forces under the rule, and thousands of monks responded in unison: "We are witnesses, please practice the lord Sihong!"

The voice was deafening, with the potential to overwhelm mountains and seas, shaking thousands of mountains and rivers, and in an instant, Yaohua fell and auspicious birds danced in the void.

The drums sounded again, amidst the rumble, the sound and flute burst out, resounding through the sky!

Looking at this scene, the other eight sects nodded slightly, but did not respond.

They all came here for the Immortal Road, and Chong Mingzong's enthronement ceremony this time has a close relationship with the Immortal Road, so naturally nothing will happen right now.

Seeing this situation, the elder Taishang immediately announced: "Si Hong is full of love, self-restraining and serving the public, good words and good deeds, now he is called virtue and meritorious service, and he should ascend to the position of suzerain!"

Without any hesitation, Si Hongqing immediately took a step forward, taking the first step.

Chapter 313: Inheritance from the Patriarch.

This layer of steps showed a rich red color, like flowing blood. The moment she stepped on it, it immediately turned into a sea of ​​blood. Above the sea of ​​blood, thousands of vortices emerged out of thin air. Dragged to the bottom of the sea and drowned.

However, Si Hongqing immediately erupted with an aura that was similar to it, but easily got rid of the pull of the sea of ​​blood, and immediately stepped on the second step.

This layer is as dark as ink, gloomy and frightening, but it is the surface of the soul path, and there are thousands of living beings roaring and roaring inside, and the venomous intentions are surging like the sea. , Endless fear, remorse, terror, distracting thoughts, resentment... hit the Dao Heart.

Just like before, Si Hongqing walked up to the third floor without much effort.

At this moment, it seems to have stepped into a boundless snow field.