Chapter 1205 Underwater Universe. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

At this time, Lan Shijian Jianxiu immediately got up from the bed, regardless of his injuries, he quickly made a formula in his hands.

In an instant, dense sword auras emerged in the entire room. The sword auras were like schools of fish swimming, suspended in mid-air with incomparable agility, and the dots of cold sharp blades aimed at Pei Ling in unison.

Jianxiu shouted in a cold and rigid voice: "Cut!"

All the sword energy instantly escaped into the void and disappeared.

Immediately, Pei Ling felt a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart, his heart fluttered uncontrollably, and there were waves of premonitions in the dark, as if the next moment, he would be cut to pieces...

But at this moment, under the control of the system, he opened his mouth again without making any sound, and seemed to spit out a vague and cold word.

Just like before, a strange order enveloped the space.

Everything in the house started to go backwards.

All the sword energy that had escaped into the void reappeared, like fish swimming in groups in the sea, only flashed, and then disappeared again.

Not far away, the blue-clothed swordsman withdrew his gesture of casting the formula, and then lay down on the bed again.

Pei Ling raised his hand and used the same spell as the sword cultivator just now. In the whole room, the sword aura reappeared like a school of fish, but this time, all the sword aura, as sharp as a forest, pointed at the blue shirt sword build.

Silently, all the sword energy escaped into the void.

Jianxiu, like Pei Ling just now, did not make any defenses during the whole process.

Puff puff puff puff...

The next moment, dense blood holes suddenly appeared on the body of Jianxiu in the blue shirt. The sword's intent was free and unrestrained, filling the wound, preventing the self-healing of the body, and the blood flowed out, soaking the blue robe in an instant, and moving towards the wound. The bedding under him was soaked away.

The weird order quietly disappeared.

No matter how powerful the Daoist cultivator was in his life, he was unprepared for two consecutive blows with his own full strength, and the blue-shirted sword cultivator fell into a serious injury and was on the verge of death in an instant.

The sword cultivator stopped moving, and his already rapidly weakened aura suddenly became weaker, like a candle in the wind, which seemed to be completely extinguished anytime, anywhere.

Pei Ling immediately felt that on the silk thread, Jianxiu's fate surged into his body like a flood.

The injuries on his body are also recovering at a faster speed, and his breath is getting stronger and stronger.

Correspondingly, the aura of the sword cultivator became weaker and weaker.

Soon, Pei Ling's injuries were fully recovered, and he was full of energy, and he had already returned to his peak state.

The blue-shirted sword repairer's figure became illusory and transparent, and finally dissipated like a broken bubble.

His natal flying sword is still on Pei Ling's back, but there is no sign of losing his spirituality at all. This flying sword has already become Pei Ling's artifact!

Pei Ling was extremely shocked, and eliminated a Hedao with two moves!

The laws mastered by the emperor in the second door are so terrifying!

He is not as good as Dao now, and has not been able to exert the true power of this law, but the system is different. The system can perfectly exert the power of all spells, including the law!

"Ding dong! It is detected that the host's fate is lacking, and it needs to be replenished immediately..."

"Ding dong! The system is starting to fight for you..."

At this time, the system notification sounded again, and Pei Ling immediately knew that the system was going to find the female cultivator taught by Tian Sheng.

His fate was only partially taken away in the first illusion and the second illusion. In the first illusion, it was the blue-shirted swordsman who shot just now; while in the second illusion, it was a A female nun who was born to teach.

Just as he was thinking, under the control of the system, Pei Ling quickly walked back to the bed and lay down on the quilt.

A sense of tranquility, tranquility, and nourishment soaked his whole body like invisible hot water. There was a sense of warmth in his limbs and bones. It seemed that every pore was completely open, greedily absorbing this softness. , Warm nourishment.

The sound of "fixing" did not appear again, and no other monks entered the room again.

In this kind of peace and comfort, after an unknown amount of time, Pei Ling felt that the bed under him seemed to have turned into a pool of water.

He fell into it all at once.

The depth of the water was unknown, and Pei Ling kept falling.

During this process, he saw a monk who was in the Taoist period suspended in the water.

These monks, or big sleeves fluttering, natural rhyme; Robes hanging from a pagoda, withered and dull; or white robes and golden crowns, romantic;

All monks closed their eyes tightly, and their exposed faces and skin showed a pale blue color full of death. Thick frost and snow had already condensed on many people's eyebrows, like dust, turning their original His face covered most of it.

The monks floated high and low, far and near, under the surface of the water. Their robes, skirts and accessories were washed by the water, drifting slowly, like lush aquatic plants, luxuriantly blooming, almost filling the entire water area.

On the top of each monk's head, there is an obscure and simple black silk thread, like nothing, cruising and swaying slowly in the water, converging towards the deepest part of the water.

The depths were dark and gloomy, and with the eyesight of a monk, one could only see silhouettes of shadows, like a huge, pitch-black eyeball.

In the depths of his pupils, there was a faint light.

Obscure, cold, silent.

The light was not bright, nor did it emit any special aura, but it gave people a sense of vitality that contained endless and suppressed majestic power.

Countless silk threads are like the air roots of a banyan tree, densely extending from it, blooming slowly in a criss-cross pattern, connecting a name and way.

This appears to be a seed!

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling's mind suddenly became enlightened: This is the [Seed of Creation]!

One of the three seeds of the treacherous mulberry!

It is also the chance to cross the catastrophe that all the monks here once wanted to fight for!

When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling suddenly noticed that there was also a dark and obscure silk thread on the top of his head, floating gently in the water, all the way down, connecting with the [Seed of Creation].

But different from other monks, the black silk thread above his head seemed intermittent after staring at it for a while, as if the thread was hesitant, wondering if it should continue to connect him.

At this time, the eyes below, deep in the water, blinked slightly.

Pei Ling was in a trance, and when he looked again, he saw that he had appeared in the lobby again. However, it was different from the previous four times. The place where he appeared this time was not the table where he was sitting before, but had been engulfed by darkness. in a corner of .

Sitting at the same table were several He Daoists, their bodies full of aura, they seemed to be monks from the Liugai Dynasty, Suzhentian, Yanxicheng and Jiuyi Mountain. The neighboring tables are of all kinds, including Wushi Villa, Reincarnation Tower, Tianshengjiao, Zhongmingzong... None of these people care about him. of a place.

In the darkness, under the only remaining light, there were four people sitting by that table, they were Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, Huan Yunzhen...there was another one, in black shirt and soap boots, with a long knife on his back, it was him!

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