Chapter 1683 Yu Yuan. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

"Death" said before, "Kong Meng", Qiao Ciguang, and Si Hongqing, if they want to leave Yousu Tomb, they must walk the road of "no return".

Right now, both "Kong Meng" and Qiao Ciguang have fulfilled this requirement, and only Si Hongqing is left.

That being the case, then Pei Ling will use the duplicate body to take the other party's place...

Anyway, just give the other two taboos an explanation.

Moreover, the two taboos may not necessarily see the problem!

After arranging all this, Pei Ling looked at Zhong Mingzong again, and after confirming that Senior Sister Li, Si Hongmiaoli, Su Xirou, Hua Yuran...all had no problem, he nodded slightly.

He just frowned when he saw that the patriarchs "Fuqiong" and "Xinghen" were not there in the inheritance hall.

The last time he asked the patriarch of "Xinghen" about crossing the catastrophe, he learned that several patriarchs had something to do recently.

However, if there is no patriarch in the entire Chongming Sect, what would happen to his Taoist companions if something goes wrong when refining the Tribulation Power?

Thinking of this, Pei Ling stepped out, left Yousu's tomb in an instant, and appeared above the vast sea.

His voice said calmly: "Senior 'Fuqiong', senior 'Xinghen'."

After the words were finished, Pei Ling waited for a while, only to see waves of whales and surging water all around, but there was no response.

Seeing this, he didn't hesitate, two replicas of himself immediately appeared on the left and right sides, and these two replicas immediately turned into the appearance of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch and the "Xinghen" patriarch.

Pei Ling said again in a gentle voice: "Senior 'Fuqiong', senior 'Xinghen'."

The two replicas beside him responded at the same time: "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words came out, Pei Ling immediately looked in the direction of Qingyao Mountain.

His eyes penetrated thousands of rivers and mountains, and there were many barriers. In an instant, in the depths of Yuyuan, Xunmu towered into the clouds, with thousands of dark green silk ribbons hanging down, dotted with blood tumors, and eyes full of malice , unfolded from the hematoma. Its breath is terrifying and chaotic, as if it is the embodiment of all evil, disaster, terror, tyranny, depravity... in this world.

The moment Pei Ling saw this Xunmu, Xunmu seemed to be aware of it, the dark green silk sash swayed in unison, and the densely packed pupils all turned to look at him across the air.

Pei Ling's complexion remained unchanged, but with a thought, the two replicas beside him disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, in the void in front of him, a majestic portal suddenly rose, exuding a majestic and cursed aura!

Pei Ling took a step and stepped into it.

After his figure disappeared in the door, the cursed door disappeared immediately.

The originally calm ocean suddenly turned into a turbulent wave, the sound of the water flowing vertically and horizontally shook the four directions, countless sea people fled in panic, huge ripples splashed, the glue turned violently, the coils formed caves, the raging sea raged, and the world was in a state of confusion within a few seconds. .

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Qingyao Mountain.

Yu Yuan.

The prehistoric aura was extremely strong, and on the Xunmu, densely packed eyes looked coldly from every thread.

Evil, chaotic, tyrannical, malicious... Almost as real.

The vast wilderness has turned into a bumpy mountain at this moment.

Huge potholes, like trauma, are scattered all over the ruins.

In the dry Yuyuan, countless smoke billowed up, straight into the sky.

There are cobweb-like cracks everywhere in the void. From time to time, chaotic storms escape, tearing apart the space, making the entire ruins feel distorted and turbulent.

The entire body of "Huai Ji" fell into the bottom of one of the huge pits, and there was a huge blood hole in his chest. Through the hole, he could clearly see the sand behind him. In the blood hole, dark green and turbulent, gurgling blood flowed , is turning from bright red to dark green.

His body is no longer perfect, his breath is scattered, and he is trying hard to stand up from the bottom of the pit.

"Yingxi" was as pale as death, half kneeling on the ground, countless dark green silk ribbons pierced through his back, nailing him to the ground, every silk ribbon turned into a wriggling living thing, sticky The coldness was constantly eroding his Dao body.

"Liao Huan" is in mid-air, and his human leather robe is fluttering, clean, without any blood stains, but from the waist down, everything has disappeared.

Instead, it is densely packed rhizomes. All the rhizomes grow closely with "Liaoyu", as if he was born with a half-human half-root. These roots take root in the earth and lift them up high, like some kind of sacrificial ceremony. In the rhizomes, blood flows towards the earth The sound of "gurgling" is endless.

The patriarch of "Liaoyu" who was held high in the air, the snakes in his eyes dissipated, his expression was gone, and he had lost the slightest breath, but he had already fallen for a long time!

"Xinghen" fell into a pool of blood. Around it, there were many bones, as if a bone blanket had been laid on the barren land. At this moment, all the bones were extremely dim in color, and even turned into ashes.

Countless dark green silk ribbons climbed out from the gaps in the bones, scrambling to wrap around every bone, extracting any nutrient.

The criss-crossing silk ribbons are like layers of spider webs, wrapping towards the "star hate".

His original robes were almost completely dyed dark green.

Chang Feng hunted, bloody breath diffused.

"Fu Qiong" stepped into the air and stood, blood dripping down the corner of his robe. On his body, in the large and small wounds, there were clusters of dark green wriggling, and blood tumors were born again, and he opened his eyes of hatred.

His aura fluctuated, with flaws and perfection appearing alternately like a revolving lantern.

Among the five, he was the only one who managed to maintain the "stainless state", but he was about to lose it!

"Fu Qiong" looked extremely pale. So far, they have tried their best, and all kinds of means that require a heavy price have been used without reservation, and even a part of the sect's background has been used.

But right now, not to mention defeating Xunmu, he couldn't even escape!

Even, they were able to live until now, entirely because Xunmu didn't use all his strength!

No!

To be exact, Xunmu doesn't seem to regard them as real opponents. Until now, Xunmu has been guarding against something!

When the mind was spinning, the huge tree crown covering the four poles above the head moved slightly, thousands of dark green, and swept down again.

Endless depravity, like a rolling tide, roared towards "Fu Qiong".

There seemed to be thousands of overlapping voices in the dark, resounding in the ears of "Fu Qiong", hysterically urging him to fall, fall, fall...

"Fu Qiong" immediately uttered a formula, golden light suddenly appeared in the void, the brilliance between his brows shone, and a red gold coffin suddenly appeared, filling the world with ethereal meaning.

[Golden Coffin Burial]!

The next moment, all the golden light wrapped around "Fu Qiong", and a huge phantom of the coffin emerged, completely filling it.

boom! ! !

The dark green silk ribbons that seemed to be a huge wave crashed down.