Chapter 1787 Escort Mission. (Four in One Big Chapter! Please Subscribe!!!)

The night fell, and the blood moon was like a hook.

The lush vines are like scallops, densely covering the entire village.

Between the low bunkers, there are streets and alleys.

At this moment, under the scarlet moonlight, the crowd came and went in a hurry.

The guard at the entrance of the village stood holding a gun, with a flawless breath and a vigilant look.

Suddenly, the space not far away fluctuated slightly, and a figure with golden armor stained with blood and bright eyes appeared quietly, it was "Kong Meng"!

She had just appeared, and countless methods had already been swept through. After confirming that they were correct, the many killings that were just around the corner quickly fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

The two guards looked at the criss-cross marks on her golden armor and the bloody aura that hadn't dissipated from her body, and they all saluted solemnly.

The guard on the right glanced behind her, paused, and asked, "Yinjiang and the others...?"

"Kong Meng" nodded slightly, and said: "Senior Yin Jiang, as well as my two companions, have all died in battle."

The guard on the right sighed softly, but did not continue to ask, but moved out of the way.

"Kong Meng" walked into the village.

The situation in the village is generally the same as when she first came here.

The busy figures of ordinary people are mixed with the traces of the eighty-one kalpa Mahayana coming and going like the wind.

Everyone seems to be in a hurry, paying no attention to others at all.

But in just a few days, "Chuiyu", "Xiangzai", Yinjiang...all died, leaving her alone on the way to the house where the village head lived.

"Kong Meng" had a flurry of emotions, and before he knew it, he had already walked into the private courtyard.

The old man in sackcloth was sitting in front of the hall, closing his eyes and resting his mind. When he noticed that "Kong Meng" was coming, he opened his eyes and looked at the empty space behind her, but his expression didn't change much.

The human race is weak, and in the long years, it is often eaten by the blood of other races.

If you want to get rid of the identity of blood food, and want to truly stand in this world, sacrifice is essential.

From "it" to "he".

The ethnic group has waded through countless blood and tears. As long as this road full of corpses can lead to the glorious era of the human race, all the costs are worth it!

The old man in sackcloth was used to seeing life and death for a long time, and his eyes didn't waver at this moment, he just asked calmly, "How is the situation of this mission?"

"Kong Meng" collected himself and said, "This battle is a big victory!"

The old man in sackcloth immediately relaxed, and said, "Tell me about the specific process."

"Kong Meng" said: "Senior Yinjiang took us to the meeting point... On the way, we met Senior Zun and Senior Zun's companions..."

"Senior Yinjiang, 'Chuiyu', and 'Xiangzai' have all fallen."

"'Gu Miao' was seriously injured during the crusade against 'Heart Eater', and later won the battle with him, and has already obtained the immortal post of 'Heart Eater'."

"He was taken by a senior to participate in the task of cutting Jianmu, so he never returned to the village."

The old man in sackcloth nodded slightly, and then said, "I see."

"You have worked hard this time against Netherworld."

"In the next few days, you can take a good rest in the village."

"Some cultivation resources, I will have someone send them over."

Hearing this, "Kong Meng" immediately shook his head and said, "Senior, after the Nether mission, there are two more missions."

"One is to escort; the other is to cut Jianmu."

"Now I have completed the task of entering the Netherworld."

"I want to know, what is the task of escorting?"

The old man in sackcloth looked at her with deep eyes, and asked in a flat voice: "Do you want to take this task?"

"Kong Meng" nodded.

The old man in sackcloth was silent for a moment, and then said: "Due to some special reasons, this mission has now been advanced."

"The mission started last night."

"Tonight and tomorrow night, these three nights, you can accept this task."

"You have just completed the task of entering the netherworld. If you want to accept the task of escorting, you can only rest for a day at most, so you have to set off immediately!"

"As for what this mission is."

"When the time comes, you will know..."

After a pause, the old man in sackcloth continued, "Remind you, don't push yourself too hard."

"Forty-nine kalpas, one can become a fairy..."

Hearing this, "Kong Meng"'s pupils shrank, and immediately knew that this mission was related to Dao Jie!

While thinking about it, she quickly said: "Senior, I don't need to rest!"

"I want to join this mission immediately!"

The old man in sackcloth nodded slightly and said, "Wait a moment, he will be here soon."

"Kong Meng" replied: "Okay!"

Immediately, she stood with her hands down, waiting patiently.

The old man in sackcloth closed his eyes, as if continuing to rest his mind.

The blood moon moved slightly, and in the mighty pouring of the emperor's liquid, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, but several Mahayanas with perfect breaths led the way and strode in.

Behind them followed a mortal with no cultivation.

These mortals, several of them "Kongmeng" have met in these two visits, old and young, men and women, all dressed in brown jackets that are easy to move and work, with a firm look on their faces.

The Mahayana who walked in the front came to the old man in sackcloth, bowed and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Village chief, all mortals who are leaving tonight, come here."

"A total of two hundred and seventy-four people."

"They were all born of father's sperm and mother's blood, normal pregnancy, and no monk methods were used."

The old man in sackcloth nodded slightly, his eyes swept over those mortals, and he didn't find anything unusual, so he stood up immediately: "Follow me!"

He didn't walk out of the small courtyard, but walked directly into the inner room of the bunker.

All the monks followed behind him very calmly.

Among the mortals, a few young children showed some curiosity and excitement.

In this period of time, even children can't be idle. Since they can walk, they have been taught by hand to do what they can.

The time they can play occasionally is also used to practice skills such as hunting, gathering medicine, and healing wounds.

However, the nature of children is irresistible. Since I can remember growing up in this village, I have to seize every gap and play and "adventure" everywhere.

And the courtyard where the old man in sackcloth is undoubtedly the forbidden area of ​​this village.

They have been curious about this place for a long time, and now they can enter in person...

Thoughts were still on, but seeing the old man in sackcloth enter the same poorly furnished inner room as the outer room, he didn't intend to stop at all, and walked directly towards an empty wall.

Like a bubble, his figure blended into the seemingly extremely solid wall.

Everyone followed.

"Kong Meng" was slightly surprised in her heart, but with her eyesight, she couldn't see the means behind the wall at all.

She was caught in the crowd and walked behind the wall.

There was no obstacle or abnormality, as if she had stepped through a piece of air, she had already appeared in a dark and deep corridor.

This corridor is obviously located underground, and judging from the traces around it, it is half natural and half artificial.

On the roof of the cave above, there are stalactites hanging unevenly, like the sharp teeth of a giant beast.

At intervals of nearly a hundred steps on the wall of the cave, there are mummified merman corpses kneeling on the side, with the top of their skulls digging into a cave, and pure white flames burning blazingly, dispelling the darkness.

The light is shining, and the entire corridor, in all directions, has densely packed cloud seals on and off.

Tranquility, peace, and cleanliness... the faint light keeps flickering, but deep in the tunnel, there is an extremely violent aura, like an invisible beast, crawling coldly, as if waiting for many human races to donate blood and enter it. In the bloody mouth.

The old man in sackcloth kept walking, leading a group of people walking in the dark corridor.

Step, step, step...

No one in the entire team spoke. For a while, apart from the slight sound of breathing, only the echo of footsteps could be heard.

After a while, the eyes suddenly opened up, and an underground hall appeared at the end of the corridor.

This hall is very open, with mummified merman corpses nailed to the four walls, the flames are so brilliant that the hall is as bright as day.

The ground of the hall was deliberately leveled, like a square.

Behind the square, there is a long Danchi.

Above the altar, there is a high platform with a simple and simple style. On the altar, a dark flame is burning.

The flames are surging like ink tides, but there is a mask with vicissitudes of life, suspended in the flames, like a lonely boat perched on the sea, ups and downs with the waves.

The mask looked ferocious, ferocious like a ghost, exuding substantial violence and evil aura. The ominous aura was like a raging tide, flowing down the high platform, filling the entire hall, and spilling out to the corridor.

At a glance, "Kongmeng" seemed to see a scarlet blood shadow connected under the mask, but when he looked closely, it seemed that his eyes were just dazzled.

The village chief stopped at the foot of the dan ridge, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What a pity on the golden armor!"

Just as the voice fell, the pitch-black flames on the high platform froze for an instant.

The next moment, the flames are shining brightly!

The ink surged violently, swallowing the entire high platform in an instant, and pouring down Danchi, with a fierce momentum, the originally bright hall fell into a daze in a blink of an eye.

The old man in sackcloth was in a robe, with a calm expression on his face.

At the moment of snapping his fingers, Mo Se stopped firmly three steps in front of him.

The pitch-black flames were like a fountain, and lifted the vicious mask off Dan Chi, and sent it in front of the old man in sackcloth.

The old man in sackcloth stretched out his hands solemnly, took off the mask from above the black fire, then turned around, and said to the Mahayana who was the leader just now: "Ji, come forward."

The Mahayana named "Ji" immediately strode forward and bowed slightly: "Village chief."

The old man in sackcloth raised his hand and put the mask on his face.

The mask had just touched Ju's face, and the original violent and cruel aura disappeared in an instant, like water dripping into the sea, perfectly blending with Ju's aura.

At the same time, magnificent and grotesque patterns appeared on the mask.

These patterns are colorful and gorgeous, and along the edge of the mask, densely packed tiny tentacles grow, like algae on the bottom of the sea, slowly swaying.

A cold, gloomy, chaotic, and evil atmosphere leaked out bit by bit.

The old man in sackcloth ordered lightly: "Next."

As soon as his voice fell, on top of the black fire, without warning, a mask that was the same as before appeared again!

The second Mahayana stepped forward and bowed, and the old man in sackcloth also put on a mask for him.

Just like Ji, after the second Mahayana put on the mask, the mask also showed very strange and cold lines. This time, the lines extended out into clusters of things, like spider silk, sticky and submerged into the void.

The aura of this Mahayana also turned into coldness and confusion...

Then came the third Mahayana, the fourth Mahayana...

Soon, it was "Kong Meng"'s turn.

"Kong Meng" stepped forward, watching the village head take a new mask from the black fire again, and was about to put it on her, "Kong Meng" suddenly asked: "Senior, what is the mask? utility?"

The old man in sackcloth said briefly: "I won't get lost in the chaos."

As he spoke, he put the mask on the face of "Kong Meng", and as soon as the mask touched "Kong Meng"'s face, a sense of coldness came, and immediately, all the coldness, as well as the sense of touch of the mask, disappeared completely. net.

"Kong Meng" felt that he didn't wear anything, and the mask disappeared completely the moment he touched her.

However, her whole body felt a mysterious change.

It was as if the whole body had been immersed in a cold spring, and the soul, body, and body were all sober and calm like never before.

The old man in sackcloth no longer looked at her, but looked at the human race behind her: "Next."

"Kong Meng" immediately stepped aside and walked to the side of Mahayana who had already put on a mask.

Before long, all races, monks and mortals alike, put on a vicious and grotesque mask.

After those mortals put on the masks, their faces were covered by the masks just like the monks. There were strange patterns like poisonous things, and various claws, tentacles, and vertical pupils grew along the edges... The aura also became cold and gloomy.

The surviving half-walled merman mummy, with the flames above its head, seemed unable to illuminate the gloom of the hall.

The old man in sackcloth glanced at everyone and saw that there were no omissions, and immediately said in a deep voice: "This mission has been advanced for some reason, and it has a lot to do with it!"

"Waiting for this trip, be careful."

"For the sake of the group, we must protect the fellow mortals!"

Many Mahayanas bowed their heads one after another: "Yes!"

The old man in sackcloth nodded, stopped talking, but turned around, stretched out one hand, five fingers turned into claws, and suddenly grabbed the black fire that covered Dan Chi!

The majestic immortal power flowed out, urging this raging fire.

The black fire boiled instantly!

The color of the ink surged like a raging sea, and the flames that had stopped in front of the old man in sackcloth suddenly exploded, covering the entire hall in an instant.

The shark lanterns scattered all over the place had no resistance, and the originally bright and majestic hall fell into darkness in an instant!

After a while, the darkness receded like an ebbing tide.

The square, dange, high platform... Gradually appear, and finally return to the high platform, in the wanton burning, a hideous mask, carrying ups and downs and ups and downs.

The spacious hall was empty, except for the old man in sackcloth, there was no one else.

The old man in sackcloth was extremely weak at the moment, and his face, which had been scorched black by the real fire of the sun, was slightly pale, and his flesh and blood seemed to have shriveled a little.

Every time he opened this path of offering sacrifices to fire, almost all of his immortal power would be exhausted.

After confirming that all the races had been sent away, without any hesitation, he immediately sat down on the spot, performed the exercises, and seized the time to recover.

After a while, the old man in sackcloth regained his breath a little, he stood up and walked towards the layman.

Next, there are many things to do.

He didn't have time to wait for Xianli to fully recover.

The black fire is raging, swallowing masks, surrounded by a forest of shark corpses, against the background of pure white fire, the flames in the spacious hall are leaping, black and white are distinct, grotesque and absurd.

The figure of the old man in sackcloth quickly disappeared.

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The darkness is like substance, surging from all directions.

Even if it is a monk's method, it is completely unable to see through this dense confusion.

The ground was pitted, and the movement of gravel rubbing, mixed with the rustling of snakes, insects, rats and ants, was endless.

Whispers resounded in my ears, like the whispers of a lover, the ardent exhortations of a parent, or hallucinations in a half-dream and half-awake.

The words were not clear. When I listened carefully, it was as if thousands of steel needles were inserted into the brain. The unspeakable pain made the living being almost annihilated in an instant.

"Kong Meng" and the others suddenly entered the darkness, their shoulders sank slightly, as if they were shouldering some heavy responsibility, their whole bodies became a little heavy.

They seem to be walking through the dark waters. There are countless sights in the darkness, sweeping across the entire team in a practical way, back and forth, with deep malice.

All kinds of subtle, grotesque, and terrifying movements came and went.

The sound of chirping, like spring nibbling leaves, almost penetrated into their skulls, devouring them completely from the inside...

The atmosphere of coldness, darkness, chaos, evil, depravity... is overwhelming.

It seems that as long as the cultivation base is a little weak, the mind will immediately lose its guard and degenerate into a madman without wisdom!

But at this moment, a cold and gloomy feeling came out of his face.

At the critical moment, the precarious sanity of the human race was pulled back.

All races, including mortals, quickly stabilize their minds!

Seeing this scene, "Kong Meng" immediately understood what the old man in sackcloth meant.

It's not daytime now, she still has the official bestowed by the King of Human Beings on her body, her cultivation base is as perfect as an "immortal", so she is naturally not affected by this place.

However, except for her and those Mahayanas of the eighty-one kalpas, those mortals have no cultivation, and if they don't have masks, none of them will be able to survive!

In addition, this place... is very similar to the Eternal Night Desert in the Panya Realm of the later world!

While thinking about it, Ju, the leader, asked, "'Kong Meng', how is the battle going against Nether this time?"

Hearing this, other human races looked towards "Kongmeng" one after another.

They couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but the hope in their eyes was strong and true.

"Kong Meng" said briefly: "'Ying Shengjue', 'Crying Jue', 'Laughing Jue', 'Bitting Heart', 'Shuomengjue'...these five 'jueties' have all been executed."

"Among them, the immortal posts of 'Ying Sheng' and 'Heart Devouring' were obtained by our human race."

"Although there are some remnants of the other 'tricks', they are all seriously injured. In a short period of time, they can no longer continue to persecute our human race."

"Okay!!!" As soon as the voice fell, the crowd immediately burst into applause.

All the races swept away the depression just a moment ago, and they all discussed with great excitement: "'Crying' Fu Zhu, the younger brothers and sisters in my mother's womb are born, and they can all survive!"

"'Xiaozhi' Fuzhu, don't I just laugh when I want to laugh in the future? Hahahahaha..."

"There is also 'Shuo Mengjue'... this damned evil spirit...I have a brother who was arrested by 'Shuomengjue' because he tore off the cloth strips that sealed his mouth and said something in his sleep. Harmful……"

"What I hate the most is 'Heart Eater'! I have a companion whose parents and family members were killed by fallen immortals. In order to avenge his hatred, he practiced hard since he was a child. Obviously... he is already a Mahayana, but because of' Heart Eater' and died...unable to kill the Fallen Immortal who killed his family..."

"Hahahahaha...'Ying Shengjue'...'Ying Shengjue'...has finally died!!! I hate it so much!!!"

"Back when I was young and ignorant, I fell in the field and didn't dare to cry, so I called out 'mother' and wanted her to hug me. She was also eager to love her, and she immediately agreed. Who knew..."

Crying, laughing, pleasant cursing, gnashing of teeth to vent... the dark depression seems to be shunned by it.

After a while, Ju said in a deep voice: "Okay! The five 'tricks' are executed, and there are still other 'tricks' remaining."

"The evil spirit has ravaged our clan for countless years. This blood debt cannot be recovered unless it is wiped out!"

"If you still want to personally avenge your blood relatives, companions, and ethnic groups, you should quickly gather your mind and don't get lost in the chaos!"

"Follow my command from now on."

"Ming and I are in the front, Shi, you and Xiaoqi are in the back, and other people guard the left and right... Remember, you must protect the mortals!"

"Mortals line up according to the old and the weak."

"Young children are in the middle, young adults are second, and the elderly and weak are at the outermost."

"Everything is focused on the ethnic group!"

The human race at this time has long been accustomed to facing life and death anytime, anywhere, and the way of battle is taught.

Hearing this, there is no need for detailed guidance, and the queue will be completed quickly according to the meaning of the moment.

Mo quickly checked and confirmed that it was correct, then nodded slightly: "Time is running out, let's go immediately!"

Everyone responded: "Yes!"

Soon, the team moved forward under the leadership of Ju.

"Kongmeng" and several Mahayanas guarded the left wing of the team. The golden armor shone brightly with the movements, refracting the light of the stars in the dark, and the immortal power all over his body was surging, guarding his surroundings.

After walking for a while, everything was as usual, and the original chill suddenly relaxed.

The mortals walking in the middle of the line couldn't help but discuss in twos and threes in a low voice: "Uncle Qu, why are you here?"

"I am eighty-three years old, and I can no longer bear children for the ethnic group. I have been dizzy recently, and I can no longer make armor for the ethnic group... After thinking about it, I might as well take a gamble. If I succeed, I can continue to serve my clan Do your best; if it doesn't work...but there is no loss." In the middle of the line, a white-haired old man walking on the outermost edge stroked his long beard and explained with a smile, "My parents grew up and were raised by foreign races. The food has long been buried in the belly of some fallen immortal."

"I was the only one who was rescued by the human race, who taught me writing, became a human being, and protected me for decades of stability."

"It's a pity that my bones are not good, otherwise, I don't have to wait until now, and I have no other power to serve the ethnic group, so I just embarked on this road..."

The rest of the mortals listened thoughtfully.

Uncle Ji glanced at the child in the middle of the line, but he was also a little puzzled: "Little Guoer, Xiaotuer, you two, why are you here? Didn't you say that it will take another two years?"

The girl named "Xiao Guoer" said in a low voice: "The village head uncle told my mother that there is a very fierce and vicious Great Fallen Immortal in the Lower Realm, and now all the villages may be exposed... It is better for us to wait." It's better to go early...in case something changes..."

"Is that so..." Uncle Uncle sighed thoughtfully, but didn't say anything.

The team was silent for a while, and another young mortal asked his companion beside him in a low voice: "If you succeed, where do you want to go?"

The companion said, "Of course I came back, how about you?"

The young mortal hesitated for a while, and said: "Come back... It doesn't mean that our village is not good, but I have been listening to the things about the King of Kings, and I want to go to the imperial capital..."

The companion said: "It's all for the ethnic group, it doesn't matter where it is. My elder brother passed away and left two nephews. After I educate them to be self-reliant, I also want to be under the command of the 'Tiansheng' Daoist..."

Listening to their words, not far away, a mortal interjected: "'Born' real person? I also want to seek refuge with a real person. When the time comes, let's go together!"

"I want to join Venerable 'Chongming'..."

"I heard that Master 'Su Zhen' is also short of manpower..."

"But His Majesty 'Su Zhen' only wants women..."

"Then I'll go to the priest of 'Xiangxuan'..."

Ordinary people dare not make noise, and their voices are suppressed to an extremely low level.

However, for monks, this low voice can be heard clearly.

"Kong Meng" pondered in his heart, "Tiansheng" real person is naturally the patriarch of the Tiansheng sect; "Chongming" is also the patriarch of the Chongming sect; "Suzhen"... this person is supposed to be the founder of the sect. Zongkai patriarch.

As for the priest of "Xiangxuan"... I have never heard of it...

While thinking, she suddenly turned her head and looked in a certain direction.

The next moment, other Mahayanas were also on guard.

Roar! ! !

A roar full of pain and hatred, densely packed with cold breath, surrounded from all directions.

Chaos, depravity, evil, tyranny... The aura swept across like a tide, shaking the entire world in an instant!

Without any hesitation, "Kong Meng" shot immediately...

boom! ! !

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prehistoric.

imperial capital.

Miyagi, side hall.

In the end Kui Lie stood on the top of the head, looking through the gap between the beads, quietly looking at the figure in the black shirt below.

Facing the King's question, Pei Ling nodded, without hiding anything, and immediately said, "It's me!"

Zhong Kui Lie's breath was calm, as if he had already guessed it.

He then asked: "You are also the one who took away the Golden Crow?"

Pei Ling nodded again.

There was no accident in the end Kui Lie, the look in his eyes gradually became dignified, and he said: "At the Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting, you must be the one who violated the heavenly principles in public and caused the catastrophe."

Pei Ling nodded again.

During this trip to the Netherworld, he also summoned the Heavenly Tribulation with immortal techniques, and in the end Kui Lie could guess that it was he who led the Heavenly Tribulation at the Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting...

At this time, Zhong Kuilie said: "One thing is a coincidence."

"Two things may also be a coincidence."

"But three things..."

"You are not a human race in this age, it is best to get out as soon as possible."

"It's not a good thing to get involved in those four battles."

Hearing this, Pei Ling nodded slightly, and quickly said: "The Immortal 'Li Luo'...the fallen Immortal 'Li Luo' has promised me that after three days, take me to Jianmu Chengxian and return to the original years."

"The three-day period has now passed two days, and the last day is left."

"As long as there is nothing wrong with this day, I can escape safely..."

Hearing this, Zhong Kui Lie frowned suddenly, and immediately cut off his voice in a low voice: "It's too late!"

"'Li Luo' fallen immortal is the 'unstained state' of the heavens and worlds, and also the incarnation of the order of heaven."

"If the fallen immortal 'Li Luo' hadn't spoken this way, you can still ascend to the immortal from Jianmu and return to the original years."

"but now……"

"As long as you ascend to immortality from Jianmu, you have chosen 'Li Luo'!"

Choose "Li Luo"?

What's the meaning?

Pei Ling was puzzled, and immediately asked: "Dare to ask Senior Ren Wang, what will be the consequences of doing this?"

Zhong Kui Lie said in a deep voice: "It will make 'Li Luo' one step closer to being Emperor Cheng!"

"Now that the human race wants to rise, the best situation is that those four will fight forever."

"But never call the winner!"

Pei Ling nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "What should this junior do now?"

Zhong Kuilie asked: "Since you have seen the 'Li Luo' in the 'unstained state', have you seen the one in the chaos?"

Pei Ling shook his head and said, "The four immortals, this junior only knows three of them."

"'Old', 'present', and 'Li Luo'."

"The last one, this junior has neither seen nor known its title."

Zhong Kui Lie immediately corrected with a serious voice: "It's 'old' and 'future', not 'today'!"

Pei Ling was startled, and immediately understood what the King of Humans meant. Those two immortals could never be "today"!

There will never be a winner!

He nodded and said, "The junior understands."

"Dare to ask Senior Renwang, who is this last immortal?"

Zhong Kui Lie pondered slightly, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at the boundless night outside the hall, but he did not answer Pei Ling's question directly, but said: "Among the four immortals, 'Jiu' is in charge of the ownership of the past. handle."

"As long as it is in the past years, the laws, 'origin', and immortality that have appeared..."

"Anything, 'old' is free to use."

"He can also change the past years, so that what has happened will not happen."

"Let what never happened, become what happened..."

"And 'Wei' holds all the authority in the future."

"As long as it is in the years to come, the laws, 'origins', and immortal duties that may appear... can all be used by 'Wei'!"

"The future is also unknown."

"'Wei' can make things that will never happen one by one, really happen..."

"'Li Luo' is the way of heaven, the order of the heavens and the world."

"Whether it's the past or the future, as long as it's within the Tianjie, all laws, 'origins', immortal duties... are for its use."

"What 'Li Luo' allows is order."

"The things He opposes are transgressions, violations, and treason!"

"As for the last one..."

"It's the exact opposite of 'Li Luo'."

"He is disorder, chaos, and the embodiment of all corruption!"

"Anything that violates Tian Gang falls under its jurisdiction."

"This king can't mention that title now."

"Because this king has also violated the heavenly principles."

Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly thought that the fallen immortals in the Panya Realm who were sealed in the Eternal Night Desert regarded the heavenly principles as nothing, and the immortal arts taught to him all violated the heavenly principles, even more than one. And his attitude towards Tian Gang doesn't have the slightest respect...

This fourth immortal is the Fallen Immortal? !

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