Chapter 1361: Cold Dark Sword Sect. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

"Little free day".

The white clouds meander like thousands of mountains and seas, stained with mighty golden light, magnificent and magnificent.

Pei Ling's figure appeared instantly.

He covered his left eye, and blood dripped drop by drop along the palm and cheek where he covered his eye.

Pei Ling's face was livid, the terrifying aura just now, if nothing else, probably belonged to a certain Patriarch of Jiuyi Mountain!

Fortunately, I escaped quickly just now!

The most advanced mental retardation system!

With lingering fear in his heart, Pei Ling let out a foul breath, removed the palm covering his left eye, and began to check his injuries.

At this time, his left eye was still experiencing severe pain, blood was gushing out continuously, and his eyesight had obviously dropped a lot. Looking at the scene in front of him, he could see a vast expanse of blood, which was blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Pei Ling quickly confirmed that apart from the impact on his vision, there was nothing serious about his left eye.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, considering that he is only at the stage of cultivation, this injury is not serious at all!

If it wasn't a certain patriarch of Jiuyi Mountain who made the shot this time, he might not even be injured...

This is the power of fairy art!

"[Dream of the Underworld], [Thousands of Red Dust, Fear Me Like the Sky] can only be cast on nearby opponents..."

"However, the immortal art of [All living beings, crossing the bitter sea] has no distance limit at all, and can attack enemies tens of thousands of miles away, or even farther away!"

"It's still too little fairy art that I have learned, so I have no defense at all."

"In the future, if you want to practice any fairy art, you will have to go to the Eternal Night Desert..."

Just as he was thinking, a slender white catkin suddenly pressed his injured left eye.

Pei Ling was slightly taken aback, and immediately saw with his unblocked right eye, a slim and graceful figure in green clothes and silver hair had appeared beside him at some unknown time.

It's Master Yao Qingying!

Pei Ling immediately said respectfully: "Master..."

Yao Qingying nodded slightly, but did not speak. A pure, agile, and lively idea flowed down her soft palm and poured into Pei Ling's left eye.

The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly felt that his left eye began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The severe pain dissipated like an ebb tide, the blood stopped, and gradually, there was a cool and refreshing feeling.

After a while, Yao Qingying let go of her hand and said to Pei Ling, "It's alright, who hurt you?"

Pei Ling opened his left eye again, seeing things as before, and all injuries have been completely recovered.

He said respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

Immediately explained, "This is caused by my disciple's distraction and mistakes when he was practicing a certain technique, and it was caused by backlash. It's not a big deal."

"Master, please don't worry."

Practice backlash?

Yao Qingying frowned slightly, and immediately said: "If you want to practice some unsure skills in the future, you can come to 'Xiao Zi Zai Tian'."

"With a teacher protecting the Fa, you will be much safer."

Hearing this, Pei Ling's face froze slightly. If he had practiced [All living beings, crossing the sea of ​​suffering] in the "Little Freedom" just now, there would be only one living creature left in the "Little Freedom", Master!

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to say that he attacked Jiuyi Mountain with immortal skills...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately said, "Thank you, Master."

"It's inconvenient for me to return to the original place now, can Master change the place where I return to Panya Realm again?"

Yao Qingying nodded without doubting anything, and said: "Yes. But you are now in the territory of Jiuyi Mountain, and the position that can be changed as a teacher can only be within the boundaries of Jiuyi Mountain and the Liugai Dynasty. "

Pei Ling said: "Then it will be the imperial dynasty."

Yao Qingying nodded and said, "Okay. Is there anything else?"

Pei Ling shook her head and said, "Not anymore."

Yao Qingying nodded slightly, and immediately waved her hand. Pei Ling felt that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, and amidst the grotesque, she had already been pushed out of "Little Zizaitian".

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Liu Greed Dynasty, Jishan County.

In a mountain depression outside the county town, there was no one there, and a rift suddenly opened in the space.

Pei Ling stepped out, and the gap quickly closed behind him and disappeared.

He looked around, quickly spread out his divine sense, and after confirming his position roughly, his face and attire changed immediately, and soon he turned into an official of the Liugai Dynasty, and fled towards the nearest teleportation array.

The empty valley is quiet, the flowers bloom and fall, the ground is colorful, and there is no trace of people.

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Half a day later, at the junction of Su Zhentian and Han An Jianzong.

The vast Gobi desert is still barren, and the crawling sounds of snakes and insects are endless.

Above the sky, the dharma boat hangs high.

A distance away in the sky, an embroidered building floats quietly, with bead curtains half-rolled, jade hooks swaying gently, and shadows of people.

On the top floor of the Fazhou, in the spacious cabin, the space suddenly appeared layer upon layer of ripples like water waves.

Immediately, a figure appeared from it, and suddenly stepped into the room.

Pei Ling's spiritual thoughts swept across the entire Dharma boat and the embroidered building at the rear in an instant, and found nothing abnormal, so he stepped out, sat down on the main seat with his robe lifted, and his plain voice immediately spread throughout the Dharma boat: "Qu Han!" Dark Sword Sect!"

On the Dharma boat, all the female cultivators immediately took orders: "Yes!"

Soon, Shi Nanzi and others controlled the Fazhou to move slowly and flew in the direction of Han'an Sword Sect.

In the distance, the bead curtain on the embroidered building seemed to move slightly, and then followed closely behind.

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The long sword is majestic and huge, like a land floating high in the sky, on the sword body, there are boundless rivers and mountains.

The mountains and rivers are majestic and the stone paths are lush.

Cuixiu is like tulle, winding and lingering, erratic and uncertain.

Flying waterfalls and bitan pools, embellished with thick and light dark colors, rare birds and animals live in flying mountains and forests, untouched by the dust of the world.

On a certain solitary peak, on the top of the peak, the wall was dug to form a cave, and jade was cut to form a platform. A big pearl hangs high on the top of the cave, emitting soft pearl light, sprinkled with clear light, and the refreshing and refreshing meaning permeates the room.

On the bank of the Yutai, the bronze Boshan furnace burns the icy incense sticks, causing the whole ground to condense a layer of frost like snow.

A monk with a bamboo hairpin and a crow-green cassock sat on the jade platform. Ice flowers climbed slowly like vines, covering his whole body, and condensed layers of snow on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

The monks seem ignorant and unconscious, like dry stones.

In the midair in front of him, a long sword with faint purple light was suspended.

This sword is simple in appearance, and its texture is like jade. Under the light of pearls, it still shines brightly, exuding a majestic sword intent, like whale waves, vast and endless, giving people a sense of majestic and surging mountains.

The aura between the long sword and the cultivator is integrated, there is no distinction between each other, and the aura is in the middle stage of harmony.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the cave: "Brother, is it convenient to talk now?"

Hearing this, the monk slowly opened his eyes, and a sword light in his eyes was like a thunder that pierced the sky and earth, instantly suppressing the pearly light in the room and illuminating the entire space with candles.

The aura around him quickly subsided, the frost and snow covering his body dissipated, and the suspended long sword moved slightly, and it turned into a purple light, escaping into the center of his eyebrows.

The monk said lightly: "Come in."