Chapter 1209 Won? (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

"Ding dong! The intelligent cultivation system will serve you wholeheartedly! One-click trusteeship, smart upgrade! Now start trusteeship training, intimate reminder: During the training period, the host will lose control of the body, please don't panic..."

The moment the system prompt sounded, Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body, and he woke up instantly, he was Pei Ling!

Where is Wei Duanju?

At the same time, he felt that his fate immediately stopped losing, and a burning warmth, like the scorching sun in the sky, filled his whole body in an instant. With the flow of this warmth, the fate that was lost just now was instantly regained. Replenish, become solid and firm.

Pei Ling immediately understood that it was because he drank too much soul wine just now, and his body hadn't had time to digest it yet. As soon as the system took control of his body, it immediately began to refine the excess soul wine to make up for the fate he lacked just now...

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

"Ding dong! The host's fate has been replenished, and the system continues to practice..."

"Ding dong! Detecting and cultivating [The Curse of Ten Thousand Souls] requires extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme incantations..."

"Ding dong! The detection of extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme curse..."

"Ding dong! The system will give you extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme curses for free..."

Accompanied by a series of system prompts, under the control of the system, countless small runes rose from Pei Ling's eyes, [Magic Ability of Nightmare]!

Phoo... Phoo... Phoo...

The incomparably intense hatred turned into a black-gray mist like a substance, like a long river rewinding, pouring towards Pei Ling without end.

For a moment, he seemed to be a dark pillar of smoke, standing tall.

At this time, the figure exactly like Pei Ling's deity was still standing straight, looking at Pei Ling expressionlessly, and said again in a cold and grand voice: "Who are you?"

This time, the coldness, obscurity, loneliness, and despair in this voice became more dignified. There seemed to be a seductive and coercive force in the voice, ordering the person being questioned to answer immediately without delay.

However, the system remained unmoved and continued to absorb the hatred in this space.

Pei Ling felt that the mana in his body was circulating rapidly in a mysterious way, and he kept pinching his hands, playing complicated and treacherous formulas one after another.

Seeing that Pei Ling was unmoved, the figure who was exactly like Pei Ling asked again, "Who are you?"

This time, the voice was even louder, colder, and full of pressure. It seemed that there was a huge mountain pressing down on Pei Ling's head invisibly.

In the darkness all around, it seemed that countless eyes full of malice, torture, questioning, and orders opened in an instant, looking at Pei Ling with cold scrutiny.

At this time, Pei Ling finally opened his mouth, but instead of answering the other party, he read a silent text.

Obviously no sound came out, but the next moment, a cold and vicious curse suddenly descended!

The figure that was exactly like Pei Ling was about to continue speaking, but suddenly his whole body rotted rapidly. In the wound, blood mixed with pus flowed, and faces full of resentment grew out quickly.

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

Sharp and ear-piercing laughter followed one after another, and as the faces grew longer and more numerous, the laughter became louder and wilder, and the figure in the black robe with the knife on it quickly changed beyond recognition, with no trace of Pei Ling's appearance visible. , are densely packed with human faces and pus and blood flowing, it is disgusting to look at.

"Ding dong! This practice has been completed, thanks to the host for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click trusteeship, soaring without worry! I look forward to sharing your practice evaluation, please give a five-star praise if you are satisfied..."

The system prompt sounded, and Pei Ling regained control of his body. Without the slightest hesitation, a streak of bloody saber energy instantly slashed towards the opponent.

The saber energy was like a blood-colored tide. It was only a line at the beginning, and when it roared, it quickly expanded like a field ridge, a wall, and a mountain wave... Roaring and criss-crossing, with the momentum of thunder, it slashed towards the figure that looked like a melting candle.

The already inhuman figure still stood upright, its face completely covered by the [Ten Thousand Souls Curse], without any means of defense.

brush! ! !

The blood was like electricity, passing through the figure's body in an instant.

The faces above the figures flew out one by one, like a swarm of bats being frightened into flight amidst screaming laughter.

The rotten smell dissipated in an instant, and the blood, pus, and flesh exploded like ignited fireworks.

In the red, white and white mist, human faces seemed to be endless, screaming and flying out in all directions.

As the face flew away, with this figure as the center, the entire space was like a shattered mirror surface, cracked and shattered a little bit, and finally with a "click", the pieces fell, revealing the boundless darkness.

The darkness surged like a tide, engulfing Pei Ling in an instant.

Just like the previous illusions, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark, cold deep water with a snap of his fingers.

This water area is gloomy and gloomy. Below the water surface, a famous monk has his eyes closed, his brows and eyelashes frosted, his blue face looks like a sculpture, his skirt and robes are quietly floating with the current, and the aura of the magic weapon flying sword is still quietly Flickering with dots of splendor.

Serenity, silence, coldness, treachery...

Countless black threads diffused out from the eyeballs in the deepest part of the water, connecting them like snakes to all of these Hedaos who were famous and brilliant in the outside world.

The eyeball-like seed, the dim light slowly swallows, the suppressed vitality, patiently dormant in the dark shell, seems to be waiting for something.

Pei Ling still maintains Wei Duanju's appearance, and there is also a light and elegant black silk thread on the top of his head, which is connected to [Seed of Creation].

At this time, he suddenly saw that the seeds below moved slowly, as if their eyes were turning, and the deep pupils looked towards him impressively.

[Seed of Creation]'s vision is cold, oppressive, thick, and weird... It seems to come from the breath of ancient times, and there is a cold and mysterious treachery.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Pei Ling immediately felt that the black line connecting the top of his head with the [Seed of Creation] was instantly disconnected.

The next moment, the many monks who were suspended under the water disappeared out of thin air one by one.

The black line connecting them with the [Seed of Good Fortune] also faded away, and then [Seed of Good Fortune] also disappeared, leaving the bottom of the water empty.

Pei Ling raised his eyes and saw that there was nothing in the dark and cold water except for the current.

All the previous things are like hallucinations.

He frowned, but he didn't have time to think about it. The scene in front of him changed, and he returned to the lobby of the station again!