Chapter 896 Duty of Duty. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)
Chong Mingzong.
Floating pool.
A huge city is reflected on the surface of the pool, and the inside is full of traffic and bustling.
On the edge of the Fuguang Pool, through the city wall, traces of distant mountains can be vaguely seen.
Those mountains are undulating and meandering, with tulle-like clouds and mist lingering in them, looking like a fairyland on earth.
At this moment, on a certain mountain, from a distance, it looks like maple red in autumn, but there are strange spiritual plants. The branches and branches of this kind of spiritual plant are like human bones, the forest is pale and pale, and the flowers and leaves are like coagulated blood, exuding a fishy and sweet smell.
Countless translucent faces of resentful souls were densely crowded on the flowers and leaves, and they couldn't help opening their mouths to let out mournful roars.
Many roars converged into an indescribable ghost cry, echoing throughout the forest.
Under the forest, it is a kind of pale sandy soil. Under the dim light, it has an icy color, like bone residue after being washed repeatedly.
In the depths of the forest, on a futon, sat an old man in sackcloth and a bamboo crown.
This old man has an ordinary face, so ordinary that as long as he turns his eyes away from his face, he will completely forget his appearance, and he is closing his eyes indifferently.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed across his calm face, and he said to himself: "The fog of the dark sky, the desert of eternal night..."
This thing is very weird!
This time Si Hongmiaoli was attacked suddenly, and activated the means he arranged in his blood. This was originally for Si Hongmiaoli's mission, but unexpectedly, she met Pei Ling in Du'er Yuan.
Si Hong's generation does not have top-notch talents, and the plan to steal the medicine fairy in the last Lun Dan ceremony failed again. For the benefit of the clan for the next three hundred years, there must be a Tianjiao who can take on the important task!
And if a holy son who has not really grown up can be included in the bag, it will be better than Si Hong's original plan!
Therefore, Si Hong Hanrong directly changed the original plan just now...
It's just that I didn't expect that the cultivation base of the Holy Son not only broke through to the incarnation, but also was so strong that even he missed it!
A cultivator in the middle stage of transforming gods actually has the faint strength of returning to the void stage?
Even if this is the Holy Son who was killed all the way from the outer gate of the Holy Sect, it is too unbelievable!
Moreover, that kind of darkness can even isolate his divine sense.
This is exactly the same as the fog of the dark sky in the Eternal Night Desert!
Thinking of this, Si Honghan immediately took out a sound transmission talisman and activated it.
Soon, a charming and penetrating voice came out from the sound transmission talisman, and said lazily, "Old Ancestor, what do you want from me?"
Si Hong said Han Rong: "Qing Yan, how many kalpas did Pei Ling transform into a god?"
"Pei Ling?" Si Hongqing was startled for a moment, and then smiled lazily, "How could I know that he has been transformed into a god for several kalpas? The ancestor should ask Jiu'a Li."
Si Honghan frowned and said, "Qingyan, don't mess around. This is business!"
Si Hongqing snickered for a while, and then said with a smile: "A while ago, didn't the ancestor blame me for losing Si Hong's face? Why do you want to ask me about Pei Ling's cultivation now?"
Si Honghan said flatly: "This time, that time, don't waste time, just say."
Hearing this, Si Hongqing wrote lightly: "Okay, but I really don't know how many kalpas Pei Ling has transformed into a god."
"But since the family needs it, as the daughter of the Si Hong family, I naturally have a duty to do so."
"Later, I'll go to Pei Ling and ask him face to face."
"Even if he succeeds in his treacherous tricks again, and imprisoned him for divination, he must try his best to find out his details..."
Si Honghanrong said calmly as if he hadn't heard the last sentence, "I will know the result within three days."
In the sound transmission talisman, Si Hongqing replied dissatisfied: "Three days are not enough..."
Before she could finish speaking, Si Hong Hanrong directly disconnected the sound transmission.
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Crossing the abyss.
"Yellow" character area, underground, vacuum spirit formation.
As if being pulled by something, the sticky darkness began to gather and collapse towards the center, and finally merged into Pei Ling's body.
The sleeves of Pei Ling's robe moved automatically without wind, and the majestic momentum could be restrained after a while.
Not far away, Si Hongmiaoli was lying on her side on the ground, her white-bottomed and blue-striped dress was in dilapidated condition, scars were scattered all over the snowy skin exposed by the alder fruit, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out, soaking her skirt. skirts.
His eyes were closed tightly, but he was already unconscious.
Seeing that although Junior Sister Song was seriously injured, her breathing was still stable and her life was not in danger. The four female cultivators were secretly relieved, but they quickly looked at Pei Ling vigilantly.
This holy son of Chongming Sect is also a devil!
Moreover, the other party repelled Junior Sister Song under the control of Si Hong's patriarch. Their strength was so strong that even if the four of them teamed up and played all their cards, they would never be their opponents.
However, in the battle just now, the other party intentionally protected the four of them from the beginning to the end, and when they fought against the ancestor of the Sihong clan, they also deliberately avoided Junior Sister Song's vital points, but they don't know what the other party's purpose is...
Thinking of this, Shen Yinchen asked tentatively: "Are you really the Holy Son of Chongming Sect?"
At this moment, Pei Ling had just recovered his breath, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but smile slightly and said, "Why do you know too much about someone who is bound to forget?"
Hearing this, the four female nuns frowned slightly, and were about to say something, but their faces were startled, and their minds went blank the next moment.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of extremely strong drowsiness struck.
They had no power to resist, and fell asleep directly...
Pei Ling moved, walked to Si Hongmiaoli's side, checked the situation of the other party, and found that he was really fine, so he was relieved.
Sihong's patriarch's methods are very strange, but unfortunately, the other party fights against him in the air, so he can't show much strength.
When his thoughts turned, Pei Ling took out the healing elixir and gave it to Si Hongmiaoli.
The effect of the top grade pill was extraordinary, and Si Hongmiaoli's injury immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, her eyelids moved and she woke up leisurely.
Opening her eyes and seeing Pei Ling, Si Hongmiaoli was startled for a moment, then sat up and said in surprise, "Holy Son, where is this?"
Pei Ling stood not far away, full of vigilance in his heart, he was not completely sure whether it was Si Hong Miaoli or the ancestor of Si Hong who woke up this time! So, without any warning, Pei Ling directly sacrificed a saber energy and flew straight towards Si Hongmiaoli's eyebrows.
brush!
Si Hongmiaoli's eyes suddenly showed astonishment, but there was no time to dodge, and he could only watch helplessly as death came.
But at the next moment, the saber's aura stopped steadily in front of her eyebrows, with sharp sharpness, there was an illusion that it could be cut anytime and anywhere, but it didn't even hurt her skin.
Pei Ling looked at this scene and nodded slightly. If it was the patriarch of the Sihong clan, even if he knew it was his temptation, given his status as the patriarch of the clan, it would be impossible for him to let the saber energy of a junior to resist him. Hold your eyebrows...