Chapter 1190 A Flash in the Pan. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Before he finished speaking, the hairs all over Pei Ling's body stood on end, and a powerful and terrifying breath of death grew in an instant, completely engulfing him!

In an instant, everything around him seemed to freeze suddenly, and became extremely slow. A blood-stained ghost-headed sword suddenly hung high above Pei Ling's head like a thunderbolt, and then crashed down!

When the blade falls, it sounds like a thunderclap. It is majestic, and with the power of majestic light, wherever it goes, the void will be cracked, annihilating all demons and ghosts, and shocking the soul!

The meaning of beheading came from the sword. Once he was beheaded by him, even the monks of the same Dao stage would not be able to escape death!

At the critical moment of life and death, Pei Ling instantly activated the [Curse of Eternal Regret] to the extreme, and immediately cast [Five Ghosts from the Sky]...

brush! ! !

The ghost-headed sword pierced through Pei Ling's body, cutting into the floor tiles like a rainbow.

On Pei Ling's neck, a finger-thick knife mark suddenly appeared. There was no blood flowing out of the knife mark, and the incision was neat and brilliant. From the front, you could directly see the beam and pillar house behind him. The knife mark continued rapidly expand.

His entire figure also vanished into thin air as the knife marks expanded and spread.

This is an afterimage!

Pei Ling immediately appeared in the corridor not far away. There was an inch-wide knife mark on his neck, the bone was visible deep, and blood gushed out, which had already wetted his front.

If he hadn't hid fast enough just now, he might have been decapitated at this moment!

The abundant vitality surged, and the knife marks on Pei Ling's neck began to heal quickly, but it was the residual medicinal power of Tianshanglei that was still working.

Pei Ling looked at the cultivator of the Liugai Dynasty with serious eyes. The law he mastered was a bit strange.

First, when he didn't knock on the door, he could make his response violate the law; then, he has no contact with the other party now, but still has part of his fate, which keeps flowing back to the other party... The other party seems to be able to distort it to some extent. The real law here!

In addition, the avatar is not there, and his strength is not at the peak at the moment. This battle is more difficult than the battle with the monks of Yanxi City just now!

If there is no law here to contain the opponent, it must be a situation with more bad luck than good luck.

The problem of fate reflow must be solved first!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately activated [Eclipse Secret Record], his body, face, and breath changed rapidly, and soon, the facial features on Pei Ling's face quietly disappeared and disappeared.

His robes also began to change, clothed with straw sandals, with an empty face... Pei Ling turned into the faceless statue of the immortal in the first gate, whose life he had taken part of.

At the same time, two majestic portals rose above his head again.

A portal is like a mountain of skulls, treacherous and eerie; a portal is as gorgeous as a fairy, extravagant and gorgeous. But in the portals, the breath of great terror and catastrophe continued to spread.

The appearance of the "curse", the breath of the "curse"...

Pei Ling immediately felt that the law here seemed to have lost its effect on him, and the fate he had already captured would no longer flow back into the body of the monks of the imperial dynasty.

The bloodstain on the monk's neck continued to expand, and his life was like a river that broke through a dam. It continued to drain, and his breath also dropped rapidly.

Pei Ling's voice was cold and loud: "Curse!"

As soon as the words fell, those arms protruding from the void, supporting the head of the imperial monk, immediately appeared large areas of festering marks, pus gurgling, and vicious and distorted faces emerged from the wounds.

"Hee hee hee... hee hee... hee hee..."

Amidst the sharp and ear-piercing laughter, the monk's head immediately lost its support and almost fell directly. He hastily reached out his hand to hold his own head.

But immediately after, countless blood-colored saber aura exploded in the corridor like peonies in anger, and slashed at the imperial monks.

The sleeves of the royal monk's robes were windless, and pale golden flames shot up all over his body immediately, and the flames rose up, illuminating the night.

Boom boom boom...

The war broke out again, and the whole situation returned to the scene just now.

However, under the action of the law, the loss of the imperial monk's fate became more and more serious, and his figure became gradually transparent. On the other hand, Pei Ling was still intact. Can last a while longer.

Knowing that there was no chance of winning, the cultivator of the Imperial Dynasty suddenly said in a disgusted voice: "Chong Mingzong...huh!"

It was already extremely weak, but its aura suddenly began to surge abnormally.

All the remaining power is constantly constricting, collapsing, constricting, collapsing...

He is going to blow himself up!

Pei Ling frowned, and without any hesitation, she immediately fled towards the room where the avatar was.

boom! ! !

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, mixed with some dim pale golden flames that shot up into the sky, and the entire station seemed to have been turned over by a dragon, shaking violently.

But soon, the flames that seemed to erupt from a volcano quietly dissipated, and darkness fell again, covering the whole field. On the corridor, Pei Ling and the imperial monks had disappeared, and the houses on both sides seemed to be intact, even the mulberry paper pasted on the windows was not damaged.

Even the self-destruction of a monk in the Taoist period is only a flash in the pan and cannot cause the slightest damage to the station.

At this moment, a closed door suddenly opened, and a section of brightly colored skirt appeared in the crack of the door...

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In the house, it is spacious and simple.

On the dilapidated bed, the curtains were hanging down, and the rest was empty, except for a lampstand carved with stone, placed on the ground in front of the bed.

Pei Ling has recovered her original appearance, and her bloody back is recovering rapidly.

In the void, I can no longer feel any power of fate flowing into my body, and the monk from the Liugai Dynasty no longer exists!

Pei Ling pondered slightly, that imperial monk seemed to be extremely hostile to Chongming Sect, the other party would rather blew himself up to death than have his fate taken away by him, the Holy Son of Chongming Sect...

However, it is not surprising that evil and righteousness oppose each other...

When his mind was turning, he stopped in the middle of the room, cupped his hands towards the bed, and said calmly: "Mo Xianyou, the situation here is special, and the power of law that you need is everywhere."

"Ben Xian did what he said, and brought you here specially."

"The power of law here right now is for the immortal friends to use."

"I don't know how Xianyou feels right now?"

"Friends of the Immortal, please rest assured, although the laws here are treacherous, but with this Immortal here, I will definitely keep you safe and sound!"

Mo Lilan lay quietly without any reaction.

Pei Ling was puzzled, but considering that there was still a cultivator Suzhentian who might knock on the door at any time, there was no delay.

So, he immediately walked towards the bed.

Pei Ling walked quickly to the bed, gently raised a corner of the curtain, and looked inside, and saw Mo Lilan lying on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if she was still in a deep sleep.