Chapter 1399 The Lord of Nine Yi Mountain. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Pei Ling's voice was very calm, without any hint of threat or irritation.

If it was in the past, there were all the elders and patriarchs of the nine major sects present, and there were many rebellious people among them. Even if he was the holy son of Chongming sect, no one would listen to his words .

But now, with four consecutive victories, the name of "Sword Demon" has been thoroughly spread among the five sects of Zhengdao.

Although he is a junior, in terms of status, he is faintly on the same level as many long-established and time-honored brands, and even surpasses him!

Any action he made should not be underestimated in the eyes of the five sects of the righteous way.

And compared to the Five Sects of the Righteous Way, the Demon Sect, which is more vulnerable to the strong, is even more so!

Therefore, as soon as Pei Ling finished speaking, Wuchouzi and other monks from Wushi Villa immediately said, "Since the Immortal Emperor has spoken, we are also immortals from the upper realm, so we should do it conveniently."

The gray-robed monks in the Reincarnation Tower didn't speak, but they didn't continue to stir up trouble, they all fell silent.

The Supreme Protectors of the Tiansheng Sect smiled slightly, and Ren Jiao, the leader, said slowly: "We have given Pei Shengzi face, today, we will not care about hypocrisy."

The righteous side looked at the three great demon gates coldly, and did not continue to sneer.

The whole world soon fell into a deadly silence.

Above the sky, powerful auras are flourishing, each occupying one side. The land that was originally full of traps, plagues, miasma, and curses... was filled with sword energy, bright lights, and dark air. It was cold and vast, and it became more and more complicated.

In the long wind, time passed bit by bit.

When the three hours approached, a figure appeared in the sky. His sleeves swelled in the wind, his eyes were warm and peaceful. He was holding a whisk in one hand and holding a small hill in the other. He was stepping into the void and walking step by step.

Every time he took a step, when the light green Taoist robe fluttered, he suddenly passed through many spaces and moved forward a lot.

Its aura is surging, vast and majestic, no less than that of Tiexiong Watchman in Yanxi City before!

The pinnacle of harmony!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the mountain master.

Inside the huge dharma boat, on the top floor, Pei Ling, who occupied the high seat, also frowned slightly.

The Lord of Jiuyi Mountain... must have used some means similar to Tie Xiong Tuo, but I don't know what the price the Lord paid...

Thinking of this, he immediately sent a voice transmission to Shi Nanzi: "Let's drive the dharma boat and stay away from this place."

Shi Nanzi replied via voice transmission: "Yes!"

The next moment, Pei Ling's figure flickered, and he had already escaped from the dharma boat and appeared in the void, facing the mountain master who was standing in the air.

Behind him, the runes on the huge dharma boat were brightly lit up, and countless formation patterns gradually lit up, and quickly flew away into the distance.

The mountain lord looked calm, looked at Pei Ling, and said in a gentle voice: "Tao Wendu, the mountain lord of Jiuyi Mountain, is here to fight."

"I don't know if You are ready?"

Pei Ling nodded and said, "It's ready."

Hearing this, all the monks watching the battle all retreated into the distance.

In the whole world, only Tao Wendu and Pei Ling were left in an instant.

Pei Ling said calmly, "Please!"

Tao Wendu nodded slightly, swept the dust in his hand, and the three thousand silver threads shot up instantly, like a majestic waterfall, all over the sky in an instant, sweeping towards Pei Ling.

Pei Ling subconsciously wanted to draw the knife, but when he thought of "seeing blood when it comes out of the sheath", his hand stopped immediately.

The next moment, he said in a cold voice: "Everyone!"

High above the sky, countless black flying swords with simple styles suddenly appeared, all with majestic and fierce auras. This is a replica of the ancestor sword of the Han Anjian Sect!

The densely packed ancestral swords surged like a river, surging towards Yinsi screaming.

The sword intent pierces the air, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the intention of destroying and breaking the sharpness fills the whole world.

swipe...

All the silver threads attacking Pei Ling were easily cut off by Zu Jian.

Like a horizontal sword breaking a waterfall, the silver threads are surging like huge waves, splitting one after another under the blade of the sword.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought in Pei Ling's mind, countless dark red lines appeared all over his body. After all the lines appeared, they rushed towards his back.

Soon, thick darkness appeared, and the incarnation of Mo Lilan stepped out of the darkness, covered her body with black hair and black hair.

Without any hesitation, after she appeared, she immediately began to cast a series of simple and simple formulas.

[Mist of the Underworld] began to spread from its body, like ink dripping into clear water, and the original day quickly emerged with layers of twilight.

Pei Ling looked at the overwhelming silver threads, her expression remained motionless.

No matter what tricks the mountain master has, as long as he uses the fairy art of "Dameng of the Underworld", the winner can be determined!

At this time, the mountain master looked at the scene in front of him calmly, without any surprise, and immediately sacrificed the tiny hill in his hand, and at the same time played a simple formula in his hand.

Tiny hills immediately flew into the air, and then quickly grew in size.

In the blink of an eye, [Mount in the Palm] is already majestic and majestic, spanning thousands of miles, truly covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire world!

The huge mountain fell on Pei Ling's head!

Pei Ling immediately felt an incomparably huge suction force coming from the mountain, and his body began to uncontrollably rush towards the mountain!

His complexion remained unchanged, and he immediately controlled the replica of the ancestor sword and slashed towards the mountain.

swipe...

Sparks splashed like a shower, and amidst the sound of metal and iron clashing, the mountain was immediately cut with deep sword marks, but compared to the majestic mountain, these sword marks were not even flesh and blood wounds, they were insignificant at all.

At the same time, Pei Ling immediately felt that all the replicas of the ancestor sword that had been cut into the mountain had lost contact with him.

The falling speed of the mountain was getting faster and faster, the majestic wind roared in the ears, and the huge impact caused the originally solid ground below to ripple like water waves.

Rocks, sand, water pools, vegetation, curses, plagues, sword intents, sword auras, traps, ghosts...all of them were wiped out in front of this vast distance and shattered inch by inch in all directions.

Pei Lingmo's hair and robe sleeves were all dancing, and the strong wind that hit her face was as sharp as a blade.

And the sword marks that were cut out on the mountain, in the blink of an eye, returned to their original state, as if they had never existed.

Seeing that the mountain was about to hit him, Pei Ling said in a cold and grand voice: "Ni!"

[Mount in the Palm] The tendency to fall stopped instantly, but this is the magic weapon of Nine Yi Mountain, but it has no intention of retreating at all.

However, what Pei Ling wants right now is only time!

He immediately turned from defense to offense, and said in a cold voice: "Curse!"

A powerful curse power descended in an instant, filling the world in an instant.

Immediately, large areas of festering appeared on Tao Wendu's body, and above the wound, a malevolent human face the size of a fingernail quickly emerged and spread.

The magic formula in his hand changed, and an awe-inspiring breath immediately rose from behind, pure and clear, full of Taoism from the outside world, like a deep spring in a deep mountain, the first snow in winter, sweet and clear.

In a blink of an eye, all faces disappeared, and the rotten body returned to normal.

Tao Wendu swept the dust whisk in his hand again, and the raging silver waterfall roared up again, filling the sky and the earth, entwining towards Pei Ling.

The fourth one is being written, it's coming soon.