Chapter 1223 Good Fortune Begins. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

The next moment, Pei Ling realized that he was not on the river where the previous battle had taken place, but was buried in a pile of corpses.

At this moment, his qi and blood were decaying, his whole body was covered with rotten wounds, densely packed with human faces all over it, it was horrible to look at.

Although the force had been used to suppress it in time in the dream, the curse still broke out rapidly at this moment.

The incarnation of Mo Lilan in a black shirt like ink leaned against his side, her eyes were closed tightly, her long eyelashes drooped, her white jade-like face was peaceful, her aura was calm and peaceful, but her will returned to the dream of a real fairy , the body in this world automatically fell into a deep sleep.

Pei Ling quickly inspected the surrounding area, and found that their top, bottom, left, and right sides were all old-colored bones that had died for an unknown number of years.

The flesh and blood of these skeletons are almost gone, only the torn robes, covering the mountains of white bones.

Even so, there was still a radiant radiance above the bones.

Whether it is pure spirit, or Yin evil, all kinds of Taoist breaths linger in it, and it seems that it is difficult to wash away even the years.

It can be seen that the owners of these skeletons, no matter whether they were righteous or evil, had extremely high cultivation levels during their lifetime. But at this moment, it looks like a mass grave in an ordinary disaster year, no one buried it, no one tidied it up, piled up in a haphazard manner, even reminding people of the fish market last night.

The dead catches are also so casually piled up in the corner, allowing mosquitoes and flies to surround and nibble.

Between the bones, the sand is silted up, and there are many cold-breathing spiritual plants, pitch-black vines, and dark green moss, wantonly entangled and filled among the skulls and bones.

Among the branches and leaves, there are occasional shimmering lights, which are many magic weapons that have lost their spirituality, and they are buried here with their masters.

The time is long, and the once powerful and unparalleled sharpness has been buried in the years.

Rusted like all iron, scattered all over the ground.

Pei Ling was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that [Seed of Good Fortune] was beheaded in the fairy dream, and his consciousness had been completely obliterated by him.

But with his power in this world, it is impossible to destroy this Shenmu seed.

Therefore, [Seed of Good Fortune] still maintains an intact appearance.

Pei Ling immediately put the "eyeball" in his hand into the storage bag, and then quickly cast the [Life and Death Constitution] to cancel the previously set rules.

After a while, the [Constitution of Life and Death] was lifted, and the curse on Pei Ling stopped immediately.

His voice was cold and magnificent: "Ni!"

The voice fell, and all the curses began to fade.

In the blink of an eye, Pei Ling had already returned to normal.

Immediately afterwards, seeing that the will of the true immortal had not yet returned to Mo Lilan's body, with a thought, he stretched out his hand to hold Mo Lilan's palm.

The palms of the two touched each other, and Mo Lilan quickly turned into a thick mass of darkness, melting towards his body.

Circles of dark red lines emerged, and soon after, as the avatar was completely retracted, the dark red lines quietly receded.

After all this was done, Pei Ling's spiritual sense spread out to search the surroundings, but no real figures of Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, and Huan Yun were found. He frowned, but soon realized that Su Xirou and the others had already lost their real bodies.

Before being drawn into the dreamland of the real fairy, in fact, he had already left the Yousu Tomb...

After leaving the Yousu Tomb, go to the Dreamland of the True Immortals to bring people back.

While his mind was spinning, Pei Ling pushed aside the pile of corpses and crawled outside...

The turbid yellow river flows quietly, and above the river surface, you can see everything in a glance, the vastness of the surrounding fields, the sky is gray, and there is nothing but the gray sky and yellow water.

Under the river, from time to time, large shadows flashed rapidly, as if hiding countless sneaks.

The cold air diffused, like a thin layer of fog, dead silent, floating quietly.

In the midst of the torrential flow, a tall mountain of corpses floated on the surface of the river, and densely packed corpses were piled up on top of each other, piled up like a mountain, carrying ups and downs and floats.

Suddenly, a muscular arm stretched out from the top of the corpse mountain and grabbed a leg bone.

The next moment, Pei Ling used his strength to crawl out.

Standing on top of the mountain of corpses, looking around, one can only see that the river is vast and the sky is low.

He suddenly realized that this mountain of corpses was exactly the one he saw when he passed the first inn and went to the second inn with Su Xirou!

And the black-robed man he met has always been the [Seed of Creation] in the mountain of corpses!

At this time, a spatial rift appeared above Pei Ling's head.

A strong suction came.

Pei Ling was immediately sucked into the crack.

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The land of good fortune.

The third portal.

In the center of the portal, a space crack suddenly appeared.

Pei Ling floated out of it with a calm expression.

The open space is vast, and the white fog is like a wall in the distance.

At this moment, the portal behind him collapsed!

The blood light was annihilated inch by inch, the ghastly red vines and thousands of galls screamed hysterically, amidst the screams like huge waves, the towering portal roared and collapsed like a sky collapse.

Looking at this extremely spectacular and extremely terrifying scene, Pei Ling seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and immediately took out the [Seed of Creation].

The third door is like a tired bird throwing itself into the forest and a wanderer returning home, rushing into [Seed of Creation] without any hesitation. It's like a disaster, a horrible breath, the fragments left when it collapsed... the seeds will not be rejected, and they will be absorbed.

After a while, the third portal completely disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse on the empty ground.

Losing the suppression of the power of the portal, the high wall of white mist in the distance rolled down like a flood, turning into thousands of troops, scrambling to rush up, quickly engulfing this area.

A cold, damp, and heavy feeling swept over. In the thick fog, Pei Ling put away the [Seed of Creation] again. He did not see Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua coming out of the third door. He did not see Senior Sister Li, Yan Minghua, "Yu" and the pink bride...

Not surprisingly, I should be the only one who entered the third door this time.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling quickly identified the location below, and was about to find Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua, when suddenly, three terrifying sights pierced through layers of void, and all fell on him!

Pei Ling immediately felt as if an endless and huge mountain was suddenly pressed down, his whole body could not move, his magic power was stagnant, and his thinking was sluggish, as if he had been frozen in an instant.

These three gazes did not intend to hide the slightest bit. From head to toe, they carefully looked at his whole body, as if they wanted to see through him completely.

Fortunately, this process did not last long.

The three lines of sight quickly retracted.

Pei Ling regained control of his body, dense cold sweat broke out instantly on his forehead, he was panting heavily, and his heart was beating like thunder.

After a while, just after taking a breath, before he could move, a figure quietly appeared in the white mist.

In the blink of an eye, Pei Ling had already appeared in front of him.