I just want to be a quiet man

On the bank of Eshan Lake, the lush vegetation fell one after another, countless innate magical powers, spells, and laws roared in the sky, the lake water oscillated endlessly, the water vapor evaporated, and the earth shook...

The four figures standing quietly by the lake were completely annihilated by the attack of the violent wind and rain in an instant.

The four "Fu Qiong" had already fallen into an illusion, and they had no power to resist. Even if they were beaten to pieces and torn apart, their souls were also destroyed inch by inch under the innate magical powers of a prehistoric body.

After a while, looking at the corpses covering the entire lakeside and the lake surface that was dyed red, he felt the last remnant souls of the four famous cultivators in front of him, which were also wiped out in the power of supernatural powers. Slowly withdraw.

Immediately afterwards, a tiger-like body with two wings protruding from the back of the body strode forward, and bit the "Xing Hen" that had turned into a corpse, as if it wanted to treat it as its own blood food.

But the next moment...

click!

This prehistoric body firmly bit the air, and at the same time as the sound of its sharp teeth colliding, the body of "Xing Hen" quietly dissipated and turned into nothingness.

At the same time, the corpses of "Fu Qiong", "Ying Nai" and "Huai Ji" also disappeared.

The four of them didn't have any flesh and blood left behind, and the originally scarlet lake became clear again.

The bloody smell by the lake disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few residual laws, which slowly dispersed...

These four people are fake!

Hong Huang's body didn't hesitate at all, and with a movement of his wings, he immediately turned around with his companions and fled towards another group of four people who had sensed "Fu Qiong".

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Qingyao Mountain.

Jealous of Li Gu.

A prehistoric body shaped like a dragon and surrounded by clouds of smoke is gnawing at the bodies of the four "Fu Qiong".

The corner of his mouth was dripping with blood, and blood stains flowed down.

The blood pool formed by the gurgling blood flow is constantly expanding...

However, while eating and eating, this prehistoric body felt as if it hadn't eaten at all. No matter how much it gnawed or how much it swallowed, it seemed to be eating the wind and drinking the dew, without any blood in its belly, especially the high-level ones. The satiety of a human monk eating blood.

Immediately afterwards, it discovered that the half of the body it was stepping on with its left paw, the head it was pressing on with its right paw, and the flesh and blood chewed in its mouth had all turned into air.

Looking around, it was empty, how could there be any corpses of the four "fu poor"?

...Similar scenes happened all over Qingyao Mountain.

Day suddenly turned into night.

Countless groups of the four "Fu Qiong" were beheaded and swallowed, but soon, all the prehistoric bodies discovered that none of the Mahayana sects they killed were real!

Time passed slowly, and thousands of groups of "subduing poor" cultivators were finally completely removed from Qingyao Mountain.

However, all are fake.

The spiritual thoughts of Hong Huang's body swept across the entire Qingyao Mountain in an instant, and there was no trace of the four "Fu Qiong" anymore.

The four Mahayanas of Chongming Sect are no longer in Qingyao Mountain!

That's why Pei Ling didn't continue to fight for those four Mahayanas!

Chapter 137: Four Patriarchs.

Yousu grave.

The road of "no return".

Nothingness, ambiguity, emptiness... In the void without any signs at all, "Si Hongqingyan" closed his eyes tightly, as if he was falling asleep, but his feet did not stop at all, and he stepped into the air with great determination towards a certain direction And go.

Suddenly, "Fu Qiong", "Xing Hen", "Ying Nian" and "Huai Ji" appeared behind "Si Hong Qing Yan" without warning.

"Si Hong Qingyan" immediately opened his eyes, but he had already woken up from a deep sleep.

Before the four "Fuqiong" came back to their senses, they said in a calm voice: "This is the Yousu Tomb."

"The Road to 'No Return'."

"Do not look back."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, and then continued to ask, "Four seniors, why are you going to Qingyao Mountain?"

Hearing this, "Fu Qiong" immediately knew that this was not the real Si Hongqing, but Pei Ling's law!

The four of them were able to escape from Qingyao Mountain just now, because Pei Ling used the laws of the outside world to forcibly transfer them from the dreamland!

This Pei Ling is not yet a Mahayana, but his strength is already so terrifying!

It's just that the other party's attack this time has paid him back a big karma!

The next Floating Life Chess game...

While his thoughts were turning, "Fu Qiong" restrained his mind and said calmly: "Yousu Tomb, it's inconvenient to talk about this matter."

"After returning to the sect, it will not be too late to talk about it in detail."

After listening, "Si Hong Qingyan" nodded slightly. Last time he asked senior "Kong Meng" about the secret of the Floating Life Chess Game, and senior "Kong Meng" had said similar things.

Presumably, the purpose of the four...five patriarchs of "Fu Qiong" to go to Qingyao Mountain this time should also be related to the Fusheng chess game.

So, "Si Hong Qingyan" didn't ask any more questions, and continued to walk forward.

Not long after, the group walked out of the road of "no return" and came to an old teahouse.

The gate of the tea house is closed tightly, surrounded by thick white mist, and wrapped in [Mist of the Nether Sky], the outline is looming, and the fluctuation of law breath surrounds it, making it impossible to peek into the inside.

"Si Hong Qingyan" stopped in his tracks, and said in a flat voice, "The four patriarchs can go back to the sect first."

"The disciple will go back soon."

The four "Fu Qiong" nodded, knowing that this was not Pei Ling's real body, they didn't say much, and the figures disappeared in an instant.

As soon as they left, "Si Hong Qingyan" stepped up again and walked towards the small building. Just as his figure touched the closed gate, it dissipated like a cloud of smoke, as if he had already passed through the gate and entered the teahouse Average.

The next moment, the [Mist of Darkness] covering the teahouse and all kinds of laws disappeared, and the building was silent, and the cold vegetation grew wantonly, and the branches and leaves were intertwined and draped like heavy curtains.

In the training room, Si Hongqing's mana was surging, his aura was rising slowly, and he was still concentrating on training...

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The waves are vast and endless.

The pitch-black sea looks extremely heavy, with mountains fluctuating between shocks.

The chilling aura spread wantonly.

On the boundless sea, an island full of red and white roses stands quietly, with dark branches and leaves intertwined like a net. In the middle of the island, a giant mulberry rises tall and straight, covering the entire island.

Its luxuriant branches and leaves shatter countless skylights.

The cold, cold, dead silence, desolation... the breath rolled away in all directions.

As if affected by this island, looking around, this sea area is empty, without any living beings. There is a gray-black mist lingering on the sea surface, like a tulle, vague and lingering.

Four streaks of light suddenly broke through the mist and rushed out from the island.

It was the four "Fu Qiong"!

As soon as they left Yousu Tomb, the islands, roses, and giant sang behind them quietly disappeared like bubbles, without a trace.

The four "Fu Qiong" ignored You Su's tomb at all, and turned their heads to look at Qingyao Mountain.

Soon, they immediately saw that densely packed prehistoric bodies spread all over the entire Qingyao Mountain, and all kinds of innate supernatural powers, innate spells, and laws... roared down like a torrential rain, chasing and intercepting, slaughtering the entire mountain. The wild Chongmingzong Mahayana.

They didn't realize at all that the true deities of the four of them had already escaped from Qingyao Mountain!

It's just that they can see what's happening in Qingyao Mountain at this moment, but in Yuyuan, there is a prehistoric prohibition, even with their current cultivation, they can't peep into the battle between Pei Ling and Xunmu at this moment.

After a short silence, "Yingying" said in an old voice, "I never thought that Xunmu's strength is so terrifying!"

"Fu Qiong" nodded slightly, and then said: "Although I got my life back this time, it is not a good thing for us to use up a big karma before the Floating Chess game has started."

"More importantly, after ascending to the upper realm, how should I explain to that person?"

The four of them were silent for a while, but soon, "Huai Bu" said coldly: "We will talk about the matters of the upper realm when we go to the upper realm."

"The most important thing now is the success or failure of the Floating Life Chess game!"

"Xinghen" nodded: "Not bad!"

"If the Floating Chess game fails, no matter how important the matters in the upper realm are, they will have no meaning to us."

"The cause and effect between us and Pei Ling is the most important right now!"

"Fu Qiong" said: "Immortals cannot be counted."

"After Pei Ling entered the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the karma on her body was no longer observable."

"However, after all, he is a direct disciple of my Sacred Sect. He was born in the Sacred Sect, grew up in the Sacred Sect, and has a deep relationship with our Sacred Sect. Moreover, I have helped him several times before..."

"Its shot this time is to pay back a big karma."

"But it shouldn't be all paid off..."

"Now let's see what the hypocrisy asked."

"If this journey to immortality is a sign of great danger, then the karma we have with Pei Ling now is definitely not enough!"

"But if this journey to immortality is a sign of great auspiciousness...then don't worry about anything!"

Hearing this, the other three nodded immediately.

Pei Ling was able to rescue the four of them from Xunmu's hand before he got the Mahayana. After the Mahayana, his strength will have a higher transformation.

At that time, the Floating Life Chess game opened by the opponent will become very easy!

Immediately afterwards, "Fu Qiong" said again: "Pei Ling now inherits the 'cursed' position of Yousu Tomb. When he escapes from Xunmu's hand, he should come directly to Yousu Tomb just like we did just now."

"Leave one person here to wait for him."

"Others, hurry back to the sect to recover."

"Before the Floating Chess game starts, you must maintain your peak condition and not have any injuries!"

"Xinghen" immediately said: "I am the least injured, I will stay."

The other three nodded. Although the four of them were all seriously injured at the moment, if Pei Ling hadn't reversed some of their injuries with the law, they wouldn't even be able to survive now, but the injury of "Xinghen" is indeed a little more stable.

Then, "Fu Qiong", "Ying Nai", and "Huai Ji" didn't say anything more, and the three figures disappeared immediately.

The sea is vast and magnificent.

Among the surging waves, there are bursts of waves.

Countless aquariums of grotesque shapes disappeared under the water in a flash.

"Xinghen" sat alone in the void, grasping the formula in his hands, and began to absorb the inspiration from the surroundings to restore his injuries and immortal power.

Above the long sky, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the sea surface was turbulent and churning, and there seemed to be some uneasiness.

The majestic inspiration was forcibly plundered from all directions, forming a cave, like a huge funnel, continuously pouring into his body.

After a while, "Xinghen" suddenly noticed something, looked in a certain direction, it was the breath of the monster race!

Chapter 138 : Good Luck!

"Xinghen" suddenly had a cold look in her eyes. She had just suffered a big loss at the hands of the demon emperor, and also lost a fellow Mahayana. She was full of anger and in a bad mood. If it is used as blood food, it is not in vain for her to stay here.

Thinking of this, in the sky, the slim figure disappeared immediately.

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Ten Thousand Pigeons Sea.

deep sea.

The pitch-black sea water is endlessly rushing, with countless frictions, turning like a wheel... An incomparably majestic body stands up from the sea.

The turbulent waves that can overturn a large Dharma boat seem to be just a few waves in the bath in front of it.

The terrifying deep sea, the water surface is no more than waist high.

Longbo Zhanwang still has a bare upper body, a broad and strong chest, densely packed with red gold lines, his eyes are burning like fire, and the brow runes become more vivid, and the golden lines take the eyebrows as the core, spreading across the entire face, and along the neck, and chest The lines are connected, covering the whole body of the King of War, the red gold is brilliant, and it is coated with a layer of golden brilliance.

Its already extremely ancient atmosphere is even more barbaric, desolate, and vicissitudes, as if it came directly from the prehistoric, and the totems of countless years ago are still engraved in the blood.

The monstrous huge waves are topping with water, and the splashing water drops are like torrential rain, sipping, slamming, and falling...surrounding this body that is more majestic than the mountains, Cui Wei's body is surging wantonly.