I just want to be a quiet man

Desolate and empty, dark and hazy.

A figure with a black shirt and a knife suddenly appeared, it was Pei Ling!

The next moment, a terrifying and majestic divine sense centered on it, like raging waves, roared and quickly swept across the entire void.

Not noticing any traces of living beings, nor noticing any abnormalities, Pei Ling nodded slightly, and could go through the next tribulation.

With the immortal art given by the will of the true immortal, he no longer has to worry about the lack of places and the lack of cultivation of the beauties.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately uttered an ethereal and simple formula in a grand and grand voice: "Thousands of mortals, fear me like the sky!"

In the void, black clouds of robbery gathered loudly.

The majestic cloud and haze condensed like a ball, and in the blink of an eye, Pei Ling was surrounded by countless thunderbolts, like stars in the making.

No.80 The second Dao Tribulation is coming!

Pei Ling immediately thought to himself: "System, I want to practice. One-click trusteeship [The world of mortals fears me like the sky]..."

Chapter 157: Yu Yuan was buried in the flood in the first battle; nine sects gathered to pay homage to Fusheng.

Qingyao Mountain.

The distant mountains are vast and the great rivers are rolling.

In the middle of the sky, sharp claws sliced ​​through Cuilan, and a leopard-like, one-horned, five-tailed beast took the lead and charged into the boundary of Qingyao Mountain.

Immediately following him was the gigantic Snake Repair, lingering in five-color miasma, with seven horns like blades.

The bovine-like, white-headed, one-eyed, and snake-tailed cockroaches are full of pestilence all over their bodies, and they move swiftly like riding clouds and fog.

After the three demon masters entered Qingyao Mountain, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees that they would be familiar with unconsciously, immediately cast their escaping methods and fled towards the depths rapidly.

Boom, boom, boom...

Longbo Zhanwang followed them, striding forward, and also entered Qingyao Mountain.

The whole earth trembled with Long Bo's footsteps, the mountains swayed, the water surged, and countless creatures scrambled to avoid it.

In mid-air, the gangster winds are hunting, the miasma, mist and plague are intertwined, and the five colors are like rainbows, reflecting the bodies of the three monsters.

At this moment, Yin, Xiuxiu and Fei are in a good mood, and while flying away, they communicated to each other: "This time there is a place for the Floating Life Chess game!"

"And there is cause and effect, so you don't have to worry about the introduction to us!"

"We have to guard against the other people in the Demon Sect! If the introduction doesn't work, the other people in the Demon Sect may not."

"When the time comes, we will follow the right path."

"The secret of the Floating Chess Game is well hidden by the Nine Sects. Until now, I still only know a few words..."

"Yao Qingying once lived in the Liudao Dynasty, so she may know something."

"Yes! I will ask her about it later."

"We are going to ask Yao Qingying for the source of the prehistoric times. When the time comes, two things happen to coincide."

"We have the strength to participate in the chess game after we have obtained the origin of the wilderness!"

"We must not let Emperor Zun know about these two things! Otherwise, Emperor Zun will guess our goal, and then block Qingyao Mountain, and we will not be able to go to the chess game."

"Understood! We're almost there, don't transmit the sound...just pretend nothing happened!"

While chatting privately, the three demon masters had already brought Longbo Zhanwang to the boundless wilderness where blood mist drifted all year round.

As if aware of their arrival, the blood mist boiled instantly, billowing into the sky, and condensed into a majestic portal!

However, this portal is much more illusory than before.

The prehistoric aura contained in it is also extremely thin, almost non-existent...

The three Yaozun and Longbo Zhanwang were a little surprised. There seems to be something wrong with the restriction here...

However, this place is the territory of Emperor Zun Xunmu, even if something goes wrong, Emperor Zun is in charge, so there must be no major incidents.

While thinking about it, Hide, Xiuxiu, and Fei immediately escaped into the Blood Gate.

Longbo Zhanwang did not hesitate, and also followed.

After the bizarre changes in the surroundings, the boundless wilderness immediately appeared in front of him.

As soon as they stepped into Yuyuan, the three Yaozun couldn't wait to speak at the same time, and said respectfully: "Emperor, Longbo Zhanwang has brought..."

"Emperor, Longbo Zhanwang came to see you..."

"Report to Emperor Zun, Long Bo Zhan Wang..."

Before they finished speaking, Ji, Xiu She, and Fei Qiqi were all stunned, and their minds suddenly went blank.

Longbo Zhanwang followed them into this place, and was about to speak, his face was also stunned for a moment, and he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

I saw that the entire wilderness beside Yuyuan had long been completely changed. Countless knife marks, laws, supernatural powers, fairy arts, and traces of order were densely intertwined, and the entire ground was forcibly cut off a layer!

Burnt traces are everywhere.

The huge Xunmu trunk collapsed to the ground, spanning the entire field.

Among the broken logs, there is no vitality and breath, and most of them have turned into fly ash, scattered into the dust, mixed with the sand, and it is difficult to distinguish.

The remaining part is still like a mountain, winding and majestic.

This part of the broken wood is still falling down and turning into ashes, flying all over the sky.

In the whole Yu Yuan, it seems that a mighty black snow is falling at this moment.

A small, emerald green figure, facing Yu Yuan, with his back to them, with silver hair scattered like moonlight, is Yao Qingying!

Regal...

Beheaded?

Longbo Zhanwang, Jian, Fei, and Shexiu felt as if they had fallen into an unimaginable nightmare, standing frozen like a stone pillar, staring at the scene in front of them motionlessly, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

At this moment, Yao Qingying turned around abruptly.

The green skirt swirls like a flower and blooms, its aura is majestic and vast, sweeping away the purity and harmlessness of the past, full of majesty that makes living beings fear and tremble, emerald eyes, looking at Longbo Zhanwang, hideous, scorpion, snake repair , with a calm voice: "Longbo Zhanwang stays here, the emperor has something to ask!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole Yu Yuan suddenly changed!

Countless vegetation scrambled to emerge from the barren wilderness, and in the bottomless abyss, there was the mighty sound of the flood in an instant, which seemed to reproduce the ancient boundless ocean.

Hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers grow rapidly, climbing up the wreckage of Xunmu in an instant, intertwined roots and stems, abruptly stopping Xunmu from collapsing.

A series of totems emerged from Yao Qingying's body, hanging high in the sky.

The ancient ballads are mighty and mighty, and thousands of light spots gather from the totem, from the wilderness, and from the abyss, and condense on the top of Yaoqingying's hair to form a red gold crown, which is shining thousands of times!

The new emperor of the Yaozu is already in his seat!

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months later.

Lanke City.

This big city under Chong Mingzong's rule has only been deserted for a few years, but everything in the city has been dilapidated. With just a breeze, it will be silently annihilated into ashes, as if it has gone through a very long time.

Pieces of dilapidated walls, weeds growing crazily, and foxes and rabbits wandering around, we can vaguely see the elegance and warmth at the beginning, but it seems to be the past thousands of years ago.

Ga, ga, ga... Before the sun sets, the jackdaws are already circling and perching, making it more and more desolate.

Ji Fu.

This mansion was originally not outstanding among the rich and powerful, but now it is a relatively well-preserved house in Lanke City.

A figure in a black shirt with a knife on his back was walking quietly in the mansion. It was Pei Ling.

At this moment, his aura is almost non-existent, like a mortal with no cultivation, but in the ordinary, there is a kind of perfection that makes people unable to look away.

Although there is no aura exposed right now, just standing there is like a pearl in the dust, a jade in the mud, and seems to be incompatible with the whole world.

Today, he has gone through a hundred calamities and entered the Mahayana ranks!

After crossing a threshold, Pei Ling stopped beside the crystal coffin that he had buried with his own hands.

This coffin, made of spiritual materials and engraved with many runes, has also been eroded into mortal objects by the years. At this moment, it is covered with thick dust, and it has long lost its original appearance of being radiant and crystal clear.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the dust lightly, and the whole coffin suddenly collapsed, splashing a cloud of dust!

Pei Ling's face was calm, and he revisited the old place. Everything has changed, and nothing has changed...

At this time, he realized that everyone in the city had arrived, so he turned around and walked towards the door step by step.

Boom!

Pei Ling took a step forward, and the breath in his body suddenly rose up!

The whole Lanke City also trembled suddenly.

Boom!

Taking the second step, the already terrifying aura increased even further.

This side of the earth was shaking violently.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

With a majestic momentum, it soared into the sky, and when the earthquake shook again and again, when Pei Ling walked to the gate of Ji's mansion, his aura already faintly surpassed the world.

Above the sky, the wind and cloud changed color, and the earth crawled tremblingly.

Thousands of weathers and earth-shaking events seem to be all in his one thought!

Squeak!

The dilapidated and incomplete door was gently pushed open by Pei Ling.

He strode out of Jifu, the breath in his body was vast and surging, like the boundless sea of ​​stars, and like the raging sea, if it fluctuates at will, it will be a catastrophe!

Pei Ling looked forward. The originally spacious street was now full of figures.

The Nine Yi Mountains with a clear spirit, the majestic and graceful Liugai Dynasty, the Yanxi City with gold and iron horses, the cold and dark sword sect with a sharp sword intent, the bright and bright Suzhentian, the unrestrained Wushi Villa, the luxurious The evil Heavenly Religion, the frosty Reincarnation Tower... and the gorgeous and cold Chongming Sect!

"World Taste", "Cangxing", "Zhuyi", "Chuiyu", "Suji", "Yiyi", "Fuqiong", "Xinghen", "Yingchen", "Huaihua"... …these are all listed.

Nine Mahayanas, all come!

More than sixty figures stand quietly on the long street, but there are thousands of mountains and rivers, many phantoms, the sun soars into the sky, and thousands of flowers bloom....

The nine major sects have very different auras, and each sect has five to seven or eight Mahayanas present. In addition to the introduction, there were five Mahayanas in the Chongming Sect. There are only four survivors, but among the nine sects, Mahayana has the least number.

A distance away from them, "Death", "Hua", Longbo Zhanwang, Ji, Fei, and Xiuxiu, the Mahayanas of alien and demon races, stood quietly.

Feeling the terrifying and vast aura around Pei Ling, for a moment, whether it was "death", "disaster", Longbo Zhanwang, Yaozu, or Nine Sects Mahayana, they all lowered their heads slightly, unable to look directly at his face.

Pei Ling's voice was flat: "Everyone is here, let's start!"

As soon as the voice fell, it seemed that there was a hurricane falling from the sky. The originally dark and low sky suddenly surged with wind and clouds, and it was blue and blue, showing a myriad of phenomena!

This is to go to the world of mortals and cut cause and effect,

The long journey can be overwhelming.

Yu Yuan was buried in the flood in the first battle;

Nine sects gathered to pay homage to Fusheng.

Volume Seven: Floating Chess Game.

Chapter 1: Shengxian Fair.

The deserted city is dilapidated, decayed and empty.

On the long street full of traces of decay, an existence at the pinnacle of this world stands quietly.

Any one of them could make waves with one thought and turn the sky upside down with one word, but at this moment, they all bowed their heads in front of the figure in a black shirt and holding a knife, unable to look directly at them.

Pei Ling's eyes were calm, and he quickly scanned all the Mahayanas, and then said in a calm voice: "Everyone is here, we can start."

His voice is like Lin Shengquan, perfect and flawless, upon hearing it, it is like sweet rain falling into the ears, refreshing the heart, and spread throughout the whole world in an instant.

The sky was gloomy, and the wind was surging instantly. On the sky, countless shadows fell down. In the chaos of light and shadow, the shadows of the entire Lanke City swayed like candles in the wind, as if they had a spiritual wisdom in an instant, and they almost wanted to run around.