Chapter 1541 Introduction to Immortal Road. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Soon, Pei Ling turned his eyes away and looked at Laihe Bazong.

Right now, the closest and most high-profile place to him is naturally Wushi Villa.

Among the four villa owners, apart from the "Suji" patriarch, "Yiyi" patriarch, "Yixi" patriarch and Wei Weizi who should still be crossing the catastrophe, all of them were present. In addition, among the many Tianjiao disciples and sect elders, There are also two auras similar to "Yi Yi" and "Yi Xi", which are obviously also at the level of the patriarch.

Sensing Pei Ling's gaze, everyone in Wushi Villa looked at him, all with pleasant expressions and friendly attitudes.

Among them, Jue Xinzi and Ji Zhaozi stood up and waved as if no one else was present, for fear that he would not notice them.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries in the air, Pei Ling looked at the cloud platform of the Samsara Tower.

A group of gray robes looked at him with heavy eyes, without any expression. On the contrary, the patriarch of the Reincarnation Pagoda who appeared during the Taoism discussion in Wushi Mountain Villa was also among them. At this moment, beside him, there were several monks with similar cultivation levels, their faces were all hidden by the shadow of the hood, and they could not be seen clearly.

After looking at each other for a while, Pei Ling turned his eyes away, and the next one was Tianshengjiao.

He didn't know any of the new high-level teachers who were born to teach. Now the eyes of the two sides met, and after a little hesitation, they nodded slightly to each other.

The patriarch "Zhuyi" who occupies the seat alone is still gorgeous. Near her, there are also several patriarchs with similar cultivation levels, all of whom are white robes and gold rings, looking gorgeous and noble.

"Zhu Yi" was originally closing his eyes to rest his mind, but suddenly opened his eyes and nodded slightly towards Pei Ling.

Pei Ling cupped his hands and saluted, and then went to look at the Liulian Dynasty.

The Yuntai of the dynasty is crowned like a forest at this moment, surrounded by nobles and purples below it, showing the royal atmosphere.

The four overlords sat silently and did not respond to Pei Ling's scrutiny.

He saw Zhong Kui Jing Yi at a glance, who was sitting at the head of Empress Liu Li, who was wearing a phoenix crown and Zhai clothes. The mother and daughter looked quite alike, and they were looking at Pei Ling with both admiration and curiosity.

Behind them are Jiuyi Mountain, Yanxi City and Suzhentian...

In general, almost all the masters of one of the eight sects were present, and there were many auras he was familiar with among the entourage. In addition, each sect had several extremely terrifying presences.

Obviously, all the eight comers this time have crossed the catastrophe.

And each sect has more than one.

Pei Ling was not surprised at all. This time the Eight Great Sects came to observe the ceremony, not only for Si Hongqing's ascension to the throne, but also for the final battle of his immortal journey!

"This final battle is over, my cultivation base will definitely be able to break through the tribulation."

"Next, go to Yousu Tomb first, and confirm with the two taboos whether the road to immortality is really as the ancestor 'Fu Qiong' said."

"If it's right, then I'm going to prepare for the inheritance, cut the 'cause' and cut the 'fruit'..."

"There is also Master, I have to go over and say hello..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling glanced at the Liudao Dynasty, and his master Yao Qingying was not among the people coming from the Dynasty.

Originally, after he returned to the sect, he planned to go to "Xiao Zi Zai Tian" to announce the good news to his master.

It's just that the patriarch of "Fu Qiong" is still staring at Master Yao Qingying. If Master Yao Qingying also came to Chongmingzong to watch his final battle, he might be in danger because of it...

Therefore, in order to prevent accidents from happening, he simply did not go to see the master.

After this final battle is over, it will not be too late for him to go to "Xiao Zi Zai Tian" to find his master after his cultivation has reached the tribulation.

When his mind was turning, Pei Ling looked at the copper drain at the corner of the table, seeing that there was still some time before the auspicious time for the ceremony to start, and began to think about the situation in the inheritance hall last night.

Since Chongming Sect established its sect, there have been nearly a hundred patriarchs so far.

But most of them fell during the Dao Tribulation.

Only a very small part can withstand all the calamities and break into Mahayana.

And among those rare Mahayanas, there are very few who can really ascend, and the rest are all perish in the chess game of floating life, and there are even sixty-four kalpas among them!

In addition, he also learned from the mouth of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch last night that monks like him who walk the fairy road are called "Xianlu Yinzi", which means leading the fairy road to open.

In addition to the introduction, the eight ascending places are "followers of the fairy road".

And the other monks who went to the floating habitat together were called "the viewers of the fairy road".

Floating Life Chess game has two open rules.

One is that the "introduction" cannot die.

Second, if the total number of introductions, followers, and observers is less than nine, the game will be lost immediately!

Therefore, every time Xianlu, regardless of the final success or failure, the number of participants will be far higher than the number nine...

Besides, there was one more thing that made him feel very strange.

The current Mahayana of Chongming Sect has only one "Fu Qiong".

The remaining patriarchs who have not ascended and are still alive are all at the peak of crossing the tribulation.

However, those patriarchs who were at the peak of the tribulation were all only short of the last tribulation before they could step into the Mahayana, but none of them went through the last tribulation... This is like being deliberately stuck in cultivation. To break through the general!

He asked Patriarch "Fu Qiong" last night, and the answer of Patriarch "Fu Qiong" was very simple: "The road to immortality has not been opened, and the nine major sects are all like this..."

Just as he was thinking, a low, majestic and unfamiliar voice suddenly came to his ears: "Shengzi Pei, do you still have a place?"

Pei Ling quickly came back to his senses, and immediately looked in the direction of the Liulian Dynasty.

However, among the many crowns of the imperial dynasty, a male cultivator dressed as the Supreme Emperor, with crown beads covering his face, dressed in grace, was sitting upright in his seat, holding a gold bottle, with calm eyes, through the gap between the crown beads, looking at he.

After a little weighing, Pei Ling quickly replied via voice transmission: "There are places for spectators to enter the floating habitat together!"

The deep and majestic voice then rang in his ears: "The Liugai Dynasty, how many do you need?"

Pei Ling responded via voice transmission: "Yes."

The overlord nodded slightly, raised the golden bottle towards him, drank the fine wine in one gulp, and stopped talking.

Pei Ling also looked away, picked up the spirit wine in front of him and poured a cup.

The number of spectators who enter the floating habitat together is different from the number of followers, and there is no limit on the number.

But he is the "introducer" of this fairy road, the monks of the nine major sects, if they want to participate in this floating chess game, they must have his consent...

Under normal circumstances, as long as there is no mortal hatred, as an introduction to the fairy road, they will not refuse.

So does he.

At this time, another voice as cold as a sword came to Pei Ling's ears: "Pei Shengzi, Han'an Sword Sect, how many places are needed."

Pei Ling replied directly via voice transmission: "Yes, but there are only spectators who enter the floating habitat together."

The sword cultivator offered him a glass of wine from afar: "Thank you."

Immediately closed his eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, the ancestors of Yan Xicheng and Su Zhentian sent voice transmissions to ask for the quota.