Chapter 1201 They Are Willing... (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

The chest injury recovered, but Pei Ling's aura began to drop instead. Seeing the opponent's sword attack, he didn't have time to think too much.

brush!

The ink-colored blade that was as cold as the twinkling stars cut across the sword repairer's body, but it seemed to cut through the air without any hindrance.

At the same time, Sen Han faced him, and the flying sword had landed within an inch of Pei Ling's eyebrows.

The sharp sword edge made Pei Ling's hair stand on end.

clang!

At the critical moment, a bloody saber aura appeared out of thin air, barely deflecting Feijian a little.

puff!

Pei Ling's head tilted, and a sword mark was drawn on his face.

He was about to fight back when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his back.

boom! !

Pei Ling was immediately sent flying upside down, while his body was still in mid-air, the [Five Ghosts from Heaven] immediately turned into a chaotic shadow, and after a few quick twists, he landed firmly.

Enduring the heart-piercing pain in his back, Pei Ling looked up, only to see that there was not only a sword cultivator in the room, but also a cultivator in feather clothes and bamboo crown.

His aura is clear and lively, and his mana surges like the ebb and flow of the tide. He is holding a snow-white dust whisk, and his eyes are burning, implying confusion, and he is staring at him coldly.

It is the joint path of Jiuyi Mountain!

Pei Ling was puzzled. He didn't respond to the knock on the door just now, but the sword cultivator of the Hanyan Sword Sect barged in for no reason. This time, there was no knock on the door, but this monk from Jiuyi Mountain How did it get in?

Moreover, he was attacked just now, and he didn't even have time to get up. He was lying on the bed, but he was attacked from behind...

The situation is not right!

Before Pei Ling could think carefully, a cold but very familiar voice suddenly rang in Pei Ling's ears.

"Certainly!"

Pei Ling's body, as if frozen for an instant, was frozen on the spot, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

In the room, monks suddenly appeared. Their auras were violent and unrestrained, and they were all of the same way. They had different temperaments, cold, fierce, bright, majestic, graceful, iron-blooded, carefree, romantic, dull... They also dressed in various styles. The indifferent eyes fell on Pei Ling's body.

A clear light flashed in midair, and Jianxiu's flying sword suddenly slashed out!

The Hedao from Jiuyi Mountain also made a move. He raised his hand and pointed, and a majestic and vast mountain appeared out of thin air, roaring and pressing down on Pei Ling.

The other Taoist monks didn't hesitate any longer, and all kinds of magic formulas roared out, rolling towards Pei Ling like a violent storm.

All of a sudden, the room changed a lot. There was a sea of ​​blood, mountains of corpses, towering green hills, rain of flowers, soldiers and iron horses, and the sound of killing shook the clouds... grotesque and colorful.

The majestic momentum and powerful power roared and swept across the entire room.

Pei Ling felt as if he had fallen into a boundless quagmire. In all directions, there were endless spells roaring towards him, like mountains and waves, rushing towards him, unable to dodge, invincible...

The breath of death suddenly rose, and the strong sense of suffocation quickly submerged him like a flood. Not to mention that he was not a true monk, but a real monk came here.

Pei Ling suddenly yelled, and in his eyes, runes rose and intertwined, [Supernatural Ability of Resentful Nightmare]!

Immediately, hatred from all directions poured into his body continuously like a torrent of rivers and seas. Without the slightest hesitation, Pei Ling cast the [Eternal Hatred Curse] again. Immediately, the aura that had just recovered from the injury surged again!

Even if it is a near-death situation at this moment, he still wants to fight for the last chance!

At this time, a pale and cold hand suddenly rested on Pei Ling's right shoulder.

Pei Ling just broke free from the restraints of her body, but was pulled back in an instant.

There was no sound or movement, but Pei Ling felt as if he was suddenly freed from the swamp and fell into a dark, cold deep water.

All the spells blasted at him disappeared.

A cold, soft voice exploded in his ear like thunder: "Break!"

The next moment, Pei Ling felt that he was suddenly pulled out of the water.

He woke up in an instant, took a closer look, and saw that he was sitting in the lobby with a rough clay bowl in his hand, the bowl was empty, and he had just finished drinking the soul wine.

A slender white arm stretched out from the darkness behind him, pressing on his shoulder, judging from the details of the sleeve and fingers, it was Su Xirou!

The darkness is raging like a rising tide, there are continuous sounds of fighting inside, the roar of sword energy, flowers and branches fluttering, sword intent, sword intent, and dao rhyme intertwine and escape, and the brilliance of various spells rises and falls one after another However, it was Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen who both attacked, already fighting with the monks from the nine sects in the hall.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately understood that everything just now was an illusion!

He quickly glanced around, only to see that his robe was torn and scarred, and the bloody aura lingered on the wound, making his body unable to heal itself, and his back was even more bloody, with bones visible. All the injuries he suffered in the illusion, All brought to reality!

Right now, the darkness is getting thicker and thicker, and it's about to engulf him completely, only a few breaths have passed!

Pei Ling didn't have time to think about it, and immediately took out a handful of top-quality healing pills and swallowed them.

Before the medicine had melted away, Su Xirou's arm on Pei Ling's shoulder suddenly exerted force, grabbed his body, and fled backwards.

Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: "Wait! Senior Meng and Senior Huan..."

There are too many monks from the nine major sects in the hall. It is impossible for Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen to stop so many people!

Su Xirou didn't slow down at all, and without thinking about it, she replied via voice transmission: "Don't worry about them, they are willing to die for you!"

Pei Ling: "???"

At the moment when the two of them transmitted sound, a row of blood-colored bone walls suddenly rose in front of them.

This wall is purely made of human bones. Human bones vary in size, and there are even leg bones that are as thin as a baby's. They are pieced together tightly, and in the gaps, there are countless blood flowing, radiating gray-black resentment. , will completely block the way.

Su Xirou pressed Pei Ling's shoulder with one hand, and quickly typed out the formula with the other.

Immediately, the void was torn apart, and eight huge corpse arms stretched out from it. The corpse hands curled up into fists and slammed against the bloody bone wall.

boom! ! !

The bloody bone wall was smashed into a hole immediately, and the way out appeared again.

At this moment, Su Xirou's escape method was used to the extreme, and she forcibly led Pei Ling out of the lobby in an instant.

A deep corridor appeared in front of them.

On both sides of the corridor, there are all closed doors. If you look around, there are hundreds of them, old and quiet, and there are a lot of them.

It is very different from the dangerous and crowded lobby. The moment you step on the corridor, all the sounds and movements quickly disappear. This place is as quiet as night, without any sound or life.

In the dimness, the monk's eyesight could clearly see the traces of dust flying.

The unique aura of the nine sects emanated from each of the dead and silent houses, and it was obvious that almost all of them had residents.

... This scene is exactly the same as what Pei Ling saw in the illusion just now!

As soon as the two of them landed, Su Xirou's arm that had been holding Pei Ling's shoulders loosened suddenly, and then fell to the side.

Pei Ling hurriedly supported her, but saw that Su Xirou's black shirt was wet and completely soaked in blood, the turmeric skirt inside had almost turned brown, and her breath was extremely weak.