Chapter 1703 A Gift for the Will of the True Immortal... (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

Yousu grave.

The dark throne quietly floats in the void, and thousands of curses shine on it.

Suddenly, a black shirt appeared on the throne, with a restrained expression, looking like a mortal with no cultivation, it was Pei Ling.

He raised his hand slightly, and the insect swarm, the chain, the shadow... three tiny existences that seemed to be virtual and not virtual, real and not real, were flying and circling between his fingers.

These are the three laws of the immortal.

And the laws of Su Lijing, "Prisoner" and "Yu" have all fallen into Yu Yuan, and he didn't go to get them...

He has gone through eighty-one Dao Tribulations now, and the usual laws are useless to him.

Even the "origins" of Qingyao Mountain didn't have enough Dao Tribulation tempering and needed to start from scratch, which didn't mean much to him either.

Therefore, after Master Yao Qingying inherited the inheritance of Xunmu, he did not ask for any "origin" from Master...

Right now, these three immortal rules are collected to prevent that immortal from being alive. If these three rules are allowed to stay in Yu Yuan, the immortal will definitely find Shizun Yao Qingying on his head!

And now...he intends to use these three laws as a gift to the will of the true immortal.

If the immortal who came from the lower realm still survived and wanted to take back these three rules, he asked the other party to find the will of the real immortal.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling flipped his palm and put away the three rules.

"【Da Ri Bo Yuan, according to my true self】..."

"[Every year, every year, thousands of fires sink into the abyss]..."

"Although the system has included these two immortal techniques of finding wood, they cannot be practiced now."

"Master is still comprehending the Xunmu inheritance in Yuyuan, but the master is not Xunmu."

"These two celestial arts can seriously injure me now, and they will also hurt my master..."

"Other fairy arts require specific rules, and the power is just like that."

"It's not as good as the fairy art given by the will of the real fairy last time. There's no need to waste time practicing."

While his thoughts were spinning, Pei Ling looked towards a tea house hidden in the white mist of Yousu's tomb.

In the tea house, it was cold and humid, and countless grotesque spiritual plants unique to shady places were growing wantonly.

In a certain training room upstairs, Si Hongqing licked his red clothes like blood, like a manjusawa flower blooming in the netherworld, his eyes were slightly closed, his aura fluctuated like the ebb and flow of the tide, and he was concentrating on his cultivation.

Noticing that his aura was normal, Pei Ling nodded slightly, and then looked towards Chong Mingzong again.

Soon, his eyes penetrated thousands of rivers and mountains, and he saw that everything in the sect was as usual.

In Cuilei Mountain Cave Mansion, Si Hongmiaoli, Shi Nanzi, Yu Ziji... are all cultivating individually; in Chao Na Xing Palace, Senior Sister Li is also concentrating on improving her cultivation and tempering her mana.

The Taoist companion, furnace tripod, confidante...all in order, without any problems.

In addition, the founders of "Fuqiong", "Yinghe" and "Huaibao" have all returned...

etc!

What about senior "Star Hate"?

Pei Ling immediately expanded the range of perception, and soon noticed that two powerful and majestic auras were fighting fiercely in the depths of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Pigeons.

He was startled for a moment, then got up immediately, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

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Ten Thousand Pigeons Sea.

The sea is flowing, the wind is strong, and the billowing waves cover the sky and cover the earth, as if to bury this universe.

Above the sky, the sky is full of haze.

The vast Yin Qi diffused wantonly, filling the sky and the earth, gray-black snowflakes mixed with torrential rain, one after another.

There are also red golden flames shining in the sky, the brilliance is scorching, radiant and radiant, burning everything wherever it goes, just like a great sun in the sky, washing away thousands of miles.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull and loud sound reverberated between the sky and the sea. Longbo Zhanwang was covered in flames, reflecting the vast ocean like golden water, with ripples and waves, and the sea boiled like boiling. His knotted muscles bulged high, and his texture affected the huge force. The mountain-like fist Swinging in the sky, with the sound of thunder-like wind, he punched the huge skeletons rushing in front of him one after another.

The huge fist wind stirred up countless streams of water, which disappeared quietly before turning into steam.

Fist wind soup soup, rainwater, yin energy, white bones... all turned into powder under one punch, and disappeared in smoke.

The red golden flames around Longbo Zhanwang's body rolled into the clouds, with a stern momentum, soaring into the sky, his eyes were burning, and his fighting spirit was fierce, just like the real thing.

Countless huge skeletons, all with bright armor and powerful aura, the brilliance of the magic weapon illuminated their pale bones, and they were walking out of the void endlessly, filling the entire sea area in a blink of an eye.

The majestic Yin Qi rose up like a tide, lingering around the skeleton, and the gray-black snowflakes became bigger and bigger, almost obscuring the sight.

In the surging sea of ​​skeletons, there is a skeleton that is extraordinarily tall.

On top of his head, a graceful figure stands with his hands behind his back, his face is covered by a light veil, only revealing a pair of cold and sharp eyes, like frost like snow, like a blade like electricity, it is the patriarch of "Xinghen"!

"Xinghen" looked cold at the moment, she had not recovered from her injuries during the previous battle with Xunmu, and in addition to the Mahayana material of the Longbo tribe, she had mastered the "origin", in a short period of time, she couldn't hold this material!

With a slight twist in his mind, "Xinghen" raised his hand and played a weird formula. Immediately, countless huge bone hands protruded from the sky, scrambling to grab Longbo Zhanwang.

Longbo Zhanwang looked up to the sky and let out a roar, the roar was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, shaking the whole world, the originally rough sea surface suddenly set off turbulent waves, turbulent and turbulent, roaring away in all directions.

As if feeling something, the red golden flames around him flew up with a bang, turning into densely packed fire snakes, leaping up through the air, biting towards the bone hand.

However, at the moment when the fire snake and the bone hand were about to collide, the whole world stood still for an instant, as if frozen into a pure picture scroll.

Immediately afterwards, the bone hand, the fire snake, and the huge wave...all quickly retreated along the original trajectory.

"Xinghen" Patriarch and Longbo Zhanwang quickly returned to the state before the attack.

"Xinghen", Longbo Zhanwang and the three Qingyao Yaozun were all taken aback for a moment, and then quickly realized that they all looked in one direction.

But I saw a figure with a black shirt and a knife, and I don't know when, it has already appeared beside the "Xinghen".

It was the introduction of this fairy road, Pei Ling!

Seeing Pei Ling appear, "Xing Hen" immediately stopped, and asked via voice transmission, "Shengzi Pei, are you injured?"

Pei Ling nodded slightly, and calmly replied, "I've almost recovered."

After speaking, he continued, "The disciple has some karma with Long Bo Zhan Wang, so I promised to let him go to the Floating Life Realm together."

"I also invite Senior 'Xing Hen' to raise your hands high."

Hearing this, "Xing Hen" didn't hesitate, and immediately said: "Since the Holy Son spoke, then this material will naturally be handled by the Holy Son."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and grabbed at the void. Immediately, all the skeletons and Yin Qi, together with the armor worn by the skeletons and the magic weapons equipped, turned into a pale torrent, surging into her sleeves in a blink of an eye. At this time, in the vast sea, there is no trace of the slightest bone means.

At this time, Pei Ling looked at Longbo Zhanwang, and said in a flat voice, "You can go."