I just want to be a quiet man

At this time, Pei Ling restrained her breath and returned to normal.

Perfection and chaos faded from the corners of his eyes and brows, making him look like an ordinary high-ranking monk of the human race.

The next moment, all the chaos, degeneration, distortion... all around quietly receded like a tide.

This space is slightly turbulent like water ripples, and there are filament-like cracks in the distance, but they are about to collapse.

Pei Ling asked: "Senior 'Xinghen', how are you doing?"

"Xinghen" closed his eyes, the blood and tears that had been flowing all the time stopped, and the breath of his whole body restrained.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, her eyes were black and white, and there was no abnormality at all. She nodded slightly and said, "That's right! This time, you will become an immortal, so congratulations!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling was sure, but he still asked immediately: "Please teach me carefully, senior, so as to solve the doubts in my disciple's mind."

"Xinghen" nodded, and immediately said: "It is recorded in the ancient books of the Shengzong that the founder of the sect, 'Chongming', once survived 81 Taoist calamities, and showed a flawless posture. At the same time, there was another A chaotic, evil-looking gesture."

"That flawless and impeccable posture is the 'stainless state'."

"And chaotic evil is the 'chaos state'."

"After the founder of the ancestor, there have been several immortals in this world who came to the lower realms of the dust, and in ordinary times, they were in a 'stainless state'."

"If it is against the enemy, it is a 'chaotic state'."

"The whispers and madness in the Eternal Night Desert are all the external erosion of the fallen immortal's 'chaotic state' power."

"Apart from real immortals, only the founders of the nine sects can display these two states."

"This is the power that a fairy can possess!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately understood that it was not because he had absorbed too much power from the true immortals, but because all immortals were like this!

Thinking of this, he then asked: "Then, what exactly are 'unscaled state' and 'chaotic state'?"

"What are the effects of these two states?"

The patriarch of "Xinghen" pondered for a while, and then said: "There are only so many records in my clan's classics."

"Others, I don't know."

"Today, it is also the first time for me to see the real 'stainless state' and the 'chaotic state' with my own eyes."

"Star Hate" Patriarch didn't know either?

Pei Ling was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized it.

These two states are areas that can only be touched by immortals or monks who have experienced 81 Dao Tribulations.

Right now in the entire Panya Realm, apart from True Immortal Will, the Immortal from the Lower Realm, and Xunmu, I am afraid that there is no living being who can explain it to him in detail!

At this time, "Xing Hen" went on to say: "This time, for the immortal way, my holy way is asking for fairy art; the false way is asking for a chess game."

"The immortal technique requested by the Shengzong this time is called [Golden Coffin Burial]."

"This celestial art is about trading information about chess games with Puppet Dao. You are the introduction of this celestial road. You can learn it first, but you must never pass it on to anyone!"

"The heavens are strict, and immortals cannot be connected with ordinary people."

"All the news from the upper world must not be known to any living beings outside of the Floating Life Chess game!"

After saying that, "Xinghen" had a thought, and a newly made jade slip suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Ding dong! A strange fairy art has been detected, and the system is collecting it..."

Hearing the extremely familiar system prompt sound from his ear, Pei Ling took the jade slip, put it between his eyebrows, and examined it carefully. After fully memorizing the fairy arts recorded in it, he directly pinched the jade slip into a The powder, rustled and fell.

Immediately, he cupped his fists and saluted, and said very respectfully: "Thank you, senior!"

"Xing Hen" smiled, and said again: "This time the fairy art was invited by Senior 'Fu Qiong'."

"It's just that the price is shared by several Mahayanas."

"At that time, in the Floating Chess game, if you encounter danger, please take care of it."

Pei Ling solemnly replied: "Senior, don't worry, this disciple will definitely do his best!"

"Xinghen" nodded, and immediately said: "I and several other Mahayanas of the Holy Sect have mastered this immortal technique."

"Now there are some things that need to leave the sect."

"You should concentrate on practicing fairy arts."

"Immortal art is profound, and we are still mortals, so it is inevitable that there are some obscure things that cannot be understood."

"But don't be too impatient. When we return, we will naturally explain it to you in detail."

"Now, you still focus on crossing the catastrophe!"

"After your Mahayana, you can officially start the Floating Life Chess game!"

Hearing that, Pei Ling originally wanted to take the opportunity to inquire about the secrets of the Floating Life Chess Game, but seeing that Patriarch "Xing Hen" was busy, it was hard for him to stay any longer, so he could only respond: "Yes!"

Then he said again, "If senior has no other orders, this disciple will leave."

Seeing "Xing Hen" nodding slightly, Pei Ling's thoughts moved slightly, and his figure quietly disappeared from among the piles of bones.

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Heritage Hall.

A figure in a black shirt walked out of a picture scroll without warning.

With a restrained breath and calm eyes, it was Pei Ling.

Pei Ling landed on the invisible corridor and walked towards the outsider.

Chapter 1 Twenty: Inheritance!

Along the way, portraits are suspended in the void. The people inside are men and women, old and young, all with cold breaths and sharp eyes like knives. Their sides are either mountains of corpses or seas of blood, or residual values. Broken arm, there are all kinds of ghosts and creatures hiding in it.

All the portraits are silently dim in the void.

Suddenly, Pei Ling stopped.

This place is about to leave the secret place of the sect.

In the distance, the soul lamps gather like a vast ocean, surging and majestic.

And in front of him is the portrait of the "Dark Blood" patriarch.

Pei Ling glanced at the Patriarch of "Dark Blood", walked to the side of the portrait, took out a picture scroll with a simple atmosphere, and let go of his hand.

The picture scroll immediately floated up, and spontaneously flew to the side of the portrait of the "Dark Blood" patriarch, and slowly unfolded, revealing the portrait of Pei Ling, hanging in the void just like the portrait of "Dark Blood".

This picture scroll originally seemed very ordinary, and it was about the same size as the portrait of the "Dark Blood" patriarch, but just after it was hung, it instantly became extremely huge!

The size of the picture scroll has skyrocketed, and in a blink of an eye, it has surpassed the scroll of Patriarch "Underworld", and in the blink of an eye, it has surpassed the scroll of Patriarch "Fu Qiong", followed by Patriarch "Hengxie", and Patriarch "Fu Chong"... …

Soon, this scroll almost occupied the entire void at the entrance of the secret place, and it was no different from the scroll of the founding ancestor "Chongming"!

At the same time, the many portraits on its side floated towards the depths of the secret place, and in a blink of an eye, at the entrance of the secret place, in the dim void, only this portrait hung high, and there was nothing else.

Pei Ling was slightly surprised, but then smiled knowingly. It seems that my inheritance is as precious as the inheritance of the founder "Chongming"!

However, the law of the Dao of the Sword in this inheritance cannot be comprehended by anyone before he becomes an immortal...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling thought. The portrait in his picture scroll, which was originally restrained, suddenly became extremely evil, cold, treacherous, and eerie... The cloud of smoke around him also exuded majestic chaos, distortion, and madness... …

This is his "chaotic state" breath!

After he successfully ascended, the portrait in the painting will unravel the "chaotic state".

But before that, any creature who wants to spy on his inheritance has to face him in the "chaotic state"...

After arranging this inheritance that will last forever with the sect, Pei Ling left the inheritance hall without hesitation.

As soon as he left, among the five scrolls in the depths of the inheritance hall, five figures with powerful and vast aura emerged one after another.

The leader is "Fu Qiong". Behind him is the slender and cold "Xinghen" who covers his face with a light gauze, and behind him is a child wearing a bright red jacket with four seasons flowers and auspicious clouds. The long jade snow is cute, and above the neck, there is a red gold carved crane wreath. Under the gold and red bloomers, there is a pair of lifelike tiger shoes, dressed like the son of a rich man, festive and rich.

It's just that, on the left and right sides of his face, there is an identical face with a different expression, and they follow each other like a shadow, crying and laughing, very strange.

This is "baby hideous".

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a face as pale as death, with thousands of snakes swimming in his eyes, with his arms folded in his sleeves, wearing a tooth-colored robe with light gray patterns, the texture looks warm and smooth , but it is purely sewn with monks' skin. Looking carefully, the gray patterns that appear faintly are all roaring souls, but they are "burning rage".

The last figure, wearing a light robe and loose belt, has sculpted eyebrows and bright eyes. At first glance, it seems to be a nobleman from a high family, with an elegant demeanor and a handsome face, but when he concentrates on it, he feels that his face is ever-changing. Sometimes he is handsome and resolute, and sometimes he is beautiful and elegant. , Sometimes bewitching and handsome, sometimes menacing...

There are so many faces, changing in all directions, it is impossible to identify which one is his real face.

This person is also "Huai Bu", the patriarch of the Chong Ming Sect who has recently successfully overcome the catastrophe and entered the Mahayana.

None of the five patriarchs opened their mouths, but they all walked up to the picture scroll left by Pei Ling.

In the picture scroll, there was a bleak wind and rain, dense clouds, and heavy mist lingering around, surrounded by a figure in a black shirt holding a knife.

That figure just glanced at it, and felt that the boundless evil was rushing towards us!

The horrific cold aura roared and swept across like raging sea waves, overwhelming them all almost immediately!

Seeing that Pei Ling's portrait is so huge, far surpassing all the patriarchs, even the 64-kalpa "Heng Xie" is incomparable, and it is the same as the portrait left by "Chongming" patriarch, the five patriarchs were all shocked!

The ink in "Fu Qiong"'s eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said in a deep voice: "Inheritance!"

The other four nodded immediately.

After a moment of silence, "Xinghen" said, "[Golden Coffin Burial] has already been taught to Pei Ling."

"Now, it already has the 'stainless state' and the 'chaotic state'."

"On this picture scroll, there is his 'chaotic state' breath."

When they heard the "Innocent State" and "Chaotic State", the four "Fu Qiong" were all shocked, but soon returned to normal.

"Fu Qiong" immediately said: "In this case, we will come to observe Pei Ling's inheritance later."

"Now, there is business."

The other four people nodded when they heard the words.

"Yingxie" said in an old voice, "There is no problem with Yinzi Xianlu's strength."

"The next most important thing is our own strength!"

The voice of "Huai Ji" who is in gorgeous robes and well-dressed is erratic, like clear, loud, deep, hoarse... Every voice is pleasant to the ear, but when it is mixed, it gives people a sense of horror : "Senior 'Heng Xie' failed back then because he was too impatient."

"If he waits a few thousand years longer, with the strength of the 64 kalpa Mahayana, it may not be impossible to get what he wants."

"Liao Huan" had no expression on his face, his paper-pale lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold: "Even though the Immortal Road Yinzi is strong this time, when he fought against the Demon Emperor, he was not a Mahayana after all."

"As for the Demon Emperor, he can't do anything to him at all."

"It can be seen that today's Xunmu has weakened to the extreme."

"But now, we all have mastered the fairy art."

The blue hair moved slightly, and "Xinghen" also nodded and said: "If this time succeeds, we... will all be in charge of the 'origin'!"

"Fu Qiong" nodded slightly. The last time Pei Ling entered Qingyao Mountain, there was a cause and effect, and he did not intervene too much.

Afterwards, this junior retreated all over, even if it was because he was the introduction of the Immortal Road, defeated nine sects in a row, and got the "curse" left in the Yousu Tomb, his luck was prosperous, and the world today is the era of the human race , the monster clan is in a safe corner, it is already a blessing to invite heaven, in the dark, there is a huge disparity in the number of spirits, but it also proves the weakness of the ancient fairy Xunmu!

However, neither he nor the other four had the slightest intention of calling Pei Ling.

The karma between them and this fairy road introduction should be used in the real chess game of floating life, not to deal with an extremely weak demon emperor with exhausted life energy!

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately said: "Let's go! Qingyao Mountain!"

Chapter 121: Undersea ancient city.

Ten Thousand Pigeons Sea.

deep sea.

The sun is just right, but the sea is no longer the bright blue of the shallow sea, but a dark blue that is almost black.

The water surface was booming, sparkling like random waves, but it also contained extremely powerful power.

In the endless whale waves, except for the huge sea monsters that occasionally fly past under the sea surface, there are no traces of any living beings.

Even if it is a dharma boat controlled by a monk, he is unwilling to come to such a barren sea area.

seabed.