Chapter 1235 In the Wilderness. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)
Suddenly, large and small eddies appeared on the deep blue sea.
"Gudu...Gudu..."
The current swirled rapidly, and in the deep water, countless sea beasts with huge bodies sank towards the bottom of the sea, and the originally surging sea surface became more and more turbulent.
Nurturing by many living souls, Li Xin's injuries recovered slightly, he immediately got up from the water, knelt down on the sea facing the direction of Zhong Mingzong, and respectfully said: "Disciple, thank you Patriarch for your action!"
After waiting for a while, the surrounding wind and rain were dark and there was no response, so Li Xin stood up.
When he said the patriarch's title of "Fu Qiong" that day, he knew that the patriarch would notice him. It's just that the ancestors are all long-sighted existences in this world. At that point, nothing can be more important than flying.
After long years of closed-door training, even if someone calls, it is impossible to respond immediately. To save him this time, most of the time, it just happened to be the end of a training session or a long exam, and then he did it casually.
When his thoughts turned, Li Xin recognized the direction and fled towards Wanfei Haifang City.
There are too few creatures here, he needs to recover from his injuries before returning to the sect...
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Chong Mingzong.
Inheritance Hall.
The sea of lights sinks and floats, and the scroll moves slowly.
After solving the trivial matters, the picture scroll of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch slowly dimmed. Just as he was about to continue his retreat and practice, he suddenly had a thought and focused his attention on a young monk in the territory of the Holy Sect.
"The inheritor of the 'curse'?"
"It's still a disciple of my Holy Sect..."
"The good fortune has added to the body, and the road to immortality has been planted. After all the causes are completed, you will have the fruit of ascension..."
Thinking of this, the "Fu Qiong" patriarch did not retreat immediately, but his eyes fell on the monk with a black robe and a knife, with a stern and fierce temperament, thoughtfully.
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Within the col.
A fortress stands alone.
The plaque of "Shujiabao" at the main entrance hangs high, but there is no one inside or outside.
The teleportation array here is only qualified to be used by dignitaries of the Holy Ancestor. In order to facilitate concealment, there are no personnel guarding it. There are only numerous formations, prohibitions, organs, and traps as defenses.
As for the "Shujiabao" closest to this place, the ancestor of the family is a certain inner sect elder of the Holy Sect, who comes to inspect regularly to confirm that the formation is operating normally.
At this moment, Pei Ling entered the castle very smoothly by relying on the token of the Holy Son.
However, he and Bingqing stood in the teleportation formation, and after the tactic, a vast white light shot up into the sky, but the two of them still stood in place without moving at all, let alone directly entered the Chongming Zong Mountain Gate.
Pei Ling frowned. The teleportation array can be activated and should not be damaged. But now, the teleportation failed... probably because of something wrong with the corresponding teleportation array on the Zongmen side.
When her thoughts turned, Pei Ling shook her head slightly. In the current situation, she could only fly back to the sect slowly, or take a detour and change to another teleportation array.
However, this place is not too far away from the Chongming Sect. Whether it is a detour for the teleportation array or flying back to the sect, the time required is about the same.
After thinking for a while, Pei Ling said: "It should be that there is something wrong with the teleportation array on the other side, so I flew directly back to the sect."
Bingqing respectfully said: "Yes!"
An exquisite red sedan chair floated beside the two of them. It was painted with red lacquer and gold, carved with many flowers, birds, insects and animals, which was very gorgeous.
Pei Ling and Bing Qing turned into a ray of light and fell into it, and the sixteen small palace lanterns around the sedan chair with the word "囍" embroidered on a red background with entwined lotus patterns swung together, quickly broke through the air, and fled away with a howl.
Sitting on the soft felt blanket, through the window of the sedan chair, you can see the mountains and rivers below receding at a fast speed, and the shattered clouds and mist linger on the side, wrapping the sedan chair into a ball of misty water vapor like cotton wool.
Bingqing stood with her hands down, respectfully waiting for orders.
Suddenly, Pei Ling's heart throbbed, but in the blink of an eye, that throbbing disappeared without a trace.
He suddenly frowned slightly, and his spiritual thoughts spread out mightily. Everything in this world, every detail, was completely covered by his spiritual thoughts!
However, no matter how he probed with his divine sense, Pei Ling did not notice anything abnormal.
After a while, he withdrew his divine thoughts in great confusion. Just now...was it his own illusion?
At this moment, a bone-chilling voice suddenly resounded through the world...
"Naughty beast! How dare you return to the sect? Today, the suzerain will cut you into pieces, smash your bones into ashes, and avenge your past revenge!"
As soon as the voice fell, the void split open, and a palace built purely with white bones slowly moved out of the crack.
The palace is majestic and tall, and the 999 steps in front of the palace are all made of skulls. Pairs of empty eye sockets stared straight at the outside world, the dark fire inside was pulsating, and the cold air diffused wantonly.
"Buzz!"
After the Bone Palace fully appeared, the front door burst open!
Immediately afterwards, the doors of the main hall were quickly opened one after another. With the opening of the main hall door, countless light and soft gauze curtains in the hall rolled up without wind, revealing the golden and jade-inlaid alchemy. The gorgeous figure, with a red dress and a black hat, piled up with clouds and ink, with evil spirits on the powder face, is sitting proudly.
Around it, there are clusters of beauties of different races, some with red golden hair and eyes like the scorching sun; Misty and charming; some have a demure temperament, as gorgeous as a mountain ghost; some have horns on their foreheads, bright and beautiful; some have butterfly lines on their cheeks, fluttering lightly; some are slender, sweet and soft, with a myriad of charms...
These alien beauties are fat, swallows and thin, each with its own merits, wearing skirts made of crocodile silk, as soft as clouds and as beautiful as clouds, but they are all stunningly beautiful, and at this moment, all of them are standing under the throne respectfully , looking soft and graceful, charming and charming.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling was taken aback for a moment, Si Hong asked what was going on?
There are so many beauties of different races, so what's going on?
Just as he was thinking, Bingqing said with a solemn expression and a fearful voice: "My lord, she is not an ordinary fellow, let's run away!"
escape?
Hehehehe...
Pei Ling shook his head, stepped out, and appeared outside the sedan chair.
He wandered his eyes around, and his divine thoughts swept across the surroundings in an instant. The wilderness here is empty and deserted, and within a thousand miles below, there are not even any monsters that are only wise.
Pei Ling immediately felt relieved, and said with a slight smile, "Disciple Pei Ling, see the suzerain!"
The sedan chair disappeared in an instant, the red wedding dress flashed, Bingqing appeared beside him, bright yellow tassels fluttered lightly, Bingqing's eyes shined through the Xipa, looking at Si Hong with extremely serious eyes.
This human female cultivator in front of her is far more terrifying than "Yu" and "Prisoner" in Yousu Tomb!
She could feel that the opponent's strength was extremely powerful, like a vast ocean, vast and majestic, and the blood stained on his hands was innumerable.
The number of creatures who died in the opponent's hands, most of the ghosts in Yousu Tomb, are hard to match, including her!
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