Chapter 1210 Dreaming. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Pei Ling found that sitting on the seat he had just entered the inn, he had already returned to his original appearance.

There were Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen sitting beside the table in front of them.

The darkness eroded from outside the door, quickly engulfing the figures in the seat.

Peeping, coveting, malicious, greedy... eyes, hidden in the darkness, were fixed on Pei Ling.

"Step, step, step..."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the black-robed man quickly walked out of the counter with a rough pottery bowl and brought it to their table.

"Click."

Four bowls of soul wine were placed on the table.

A hoarse voice, as if it hadn't been spoken for a long time, said: "The law of this place... knock on the door... hear the sound... don't... live for half a month..."

The man in black was clearly standing by the table, but his voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place, intermittent and indistinct, making it difficult to distinguish.

This is... the first illusion?

With a flash of thought in his mind, Pei Ling quickly came to his senses, and immediately stretched out his hand to touch his back, and his palm immediately touched a piece of the sword hilt that was as warm as jade.

Starting from the hilt of the sword, the texture on it is uneven, and carefully identified, it is the outline of some mountain peaks in the Han'an Sword Sect.

Pei Ling suddenly felt certain that Wei Duanju's natal flying sword was still there, and the real Wei Duanju had already been completely replaced by him, so that it vanished into thin air and ceased to exist!

Five hallucinations, solved a Hedao...

However, now that his identity is exposed, he can no longer use Wei Duanju's identity.

Of course, Pei Ling now knows the general rules of this inn, and using a similar method, it is not difficult to solve the second Hedao and the third Hedao...!

Even, if the illusion continues to reincarnate like this, he will be able to solve all the monks of the nine major sects here!

The only thing that made him feel very wrong was that other self!

Although he had already killed himself in the illusion just now, he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness about this matter...

Thinking about this quickly, Pei Ling picked up the wine bowl, and the unique fragrance of soul wine permeated his lungs. Without hesitation, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, without any hesitation, Pei Ling cast [Five Ghosts from Heaven] and fled towards the back of the lobby.

In the darkness, a cold but very familiar voice sounded: "Be sure!"

Pei Ling seemed to have foreseen it in advance, and cast [Curse of Eternal Regret] and [End of Ending Dao] at the same time, and the aura around him suddenly surged like a mountain torrent!

There was almost no pause in its speed, and it broke free from the shackles of the voice in a blink of an eye, and rushed out of the lobby!

In an instant, he had already entered a dark, dead corridor.

There are many doors and windows on both sides of the promenade, and most of the rooms have the lingering atmosphere of monks.

After Pei Ling appeared here, he walked to the door of one of the rooms without delay. Like the other rooms, this room was silent, as if no one lived in it, but inside it exuded the unique aura of Tianshengjiao.

After he stood still at the door, he immediately activated the [Eclipse Secret Record], turning into the appearance of the natural nun who attacked him before, and then two portals rose above his head.

One is treacherous and majestic, and the other is gorgeous and atmospheric.

The only thing in common is that they all exude the aura of great terror and catastrophe.

Pei Ling immediately raised her hand and knocked on the door, and before the voice inside could refuse, she quickly replied on behalf of the other party: "Please come in!"

The surrounding scenery was strange for a while, and he had already entered the house!

But in the empty room, there was only one bed, with the curtains hanging low, and the nun from Tiansheng was lying flat on the quilt, her black hair was like a cloud, winding all over the pillow, her eyes were closed tightly, and her voice was sweet. Zhong said with a slight indifference: "No see!"

It's a pity... the time is too short, methods like [Maha Se Yan Scroll] are too late to be used right now...

While his thoughts were spinning, Pei Ling immediately played out complicated and mysterious formulas one after another, and his whole body gradually filled with substantial darkness.

This darkness is completely different from the darkness in the lobby. It looks more viscous and thicker, and as it spreads, there are gradually whispers like countless people shouting in unison, covering the mind...

This is 【Dream of the Underworld】!

Unlike the operation of the previous system, he can't perfectly control the power of the law now, and he can't directly use the law to solve a co-ordinator like the system.

Therefore, he needs to use this fairy art!

The darkness surged, engulfing the entire room in an instant.

In a dream.

The dark and dead corridor is full of dust, old and confused, without any vitality.

A natural godmother with a charming figure and gorgeous clothes stood quietly on the corridor with her eyes closed.

She has a beautiful appearance, and her skin is more radiant than snow. A red forehead ring encloses like a waterfall of blue silk, and water-red gemstones are embedded in the center of her eyebrows.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from behind and patted the nun on the shoulder.

The female cultivator frowned, but she neither opened her eyes nor turned her head. She still maintained a standing posture, motionless.

But the next moment, she felt that her fate suddenly began to drain rapidly!

Realizing that the situation was wrong, the nun who was born to teach suddenly opened her eyes, but she saw darkness, a long corridor, doors and windows on both sides were closed, and she was as silent as death.

This is not her room!

She turned her head suddenly, and saw a figure who looked exactly like her and was standing not far behind her, with the corner of her mouth slightly curled up, showing a strange smile to him.

Without any hesitation, the female cultivator immediately turned her five fingers into blood-colored sharp claws, and grabbed the opponent suddenly.

brush……

The figure did not defend or dodge, and was torn apart by the blood claws in an instant, and then disappeared into nothingness.

But the next moment, the nun who was born to teach felt another palm patted on her shoulder from behind, and before she could make a move, the second, third, fourth... more and more palms , holding her shoulders with a chill.

The body of the nun who was born to teach suddenly became extremely heavy, and her fate began to drain at an even faster rate.

Something is wrong!

The female cultivator's heart sank, and she immediately fled to her room.

With a flash of his figure, he shot towards a room diagonally opposite.

In a blink of an eye, the light disappeared, and a female cultivator appeared, pushing the door open and entering.

The moment she crossed the threshold, all the palms on her shoulders disappeared instantly, and the loss of fate also stopped abruptly!

The natural godmother secretly let out a sigh of relief, but soon, she frowned again.

The room in front of me is not the simple and spacious house with four walls in the post station at all, but a poor but well-equipped farmhouse main hall.

Facing an earthen wall, there is an old nave hanging on it. Below it is a long table, where melons and fruits are offered, and a pair of candles are lit. Below that is a square table for eating. In addition, there are baskets, bamboo hats, coir raincoats, and hemp ropes... The whole house is not too big, but there are many things that ordinary people need in daily life. It can be said that it is complete and well organized.

This...isn't a station?

The nun was slightly stunned.

At this time, there was a "creak" sound from behind him.

The door opened slowly without wind, and when the water-red gemstone raised its head, it reflected the brilliance of the moment, and a figure exactly like the natural godmother walked in!

"boom."

The door closes.

Then, it was opened again, and a second figure who was exactly the same as the natural godmother walked into the room.

"boom."

"Squeak."

"boom."

"Squeak."

The sound of closing and opening the door kept ringing, and one after another, nuns who were born to teach walked into the room.

Soon, the room was filled with countless natural-born nuns.

All the replicas who were born to teach female cultivators stared coldly at the deity in the center of the room.

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