I Just Want To Be Quiet

Heavy Mingzong.

Inheritance Hall.

Above the vast sea of ​​blood, thousands of life and soul lamps burned quietly.

The weak are like a bean, and the strong are like the sky, scattered high and low, floating near and far, like a galaxy, and like a sea of ​​light.

The palace is extremely deep, and the depths are only dim, and there is no end in sight.

A dozen portraits are quietly suspended, lifelike, but they only blur the outlines and are indistinguishable.

A throne made up of countless angry and angry faces was suspended in the air. The figure on the seat was blurred and could only be vaguely noticed. He was closing his eyes and rejuvenating, and the whole body was like a sea of ​​stars, unfathomable.

Below the blood seat, there are many elders standing, Si Honghanrong is also among them.

After a while, Su Dai brought in Su Lijing and bowed to the blood seat: "Patriarch, the lord is here."

Su Lijing bowed and said, "Su Lijing, the master of the saint sect, welcomes the ancestor of the ‘Medblood’ to leave."

"Later, I am ashamed to lead the saint for more than two hundred years, trembling, walking on thin ice, but fortunately I have never lost the reputation of the sect."

"Also ask the patriarch to teach."

The Patriarch "Dark Blood" didn't even open his eyes, but just nodded faintly.

Upon seeing this, the two of them quietly silenced, and stood aside.

After another moment, two figures, one old and one young, appeared at the entrance.

The old man has a clear face, his eyes are dark, like a ghost; the young man has a restrained breath and a calm expression.

It was Li Xin who brought Pei Ling to come.

They had just stepped into the Inheritance Hall, the ancestor of "Dark Blood" immediately opened his eyes and looked at Pei Ling.

At the same time, many Taishang elders, Si Honghanrong, Su Dai, Su Lijing... all cast their sights on Peiling.

For an instant, Pei Ling felt countless terrifying wills, as if a towering and majestic mountain was being pressed down. As long as he was slightly weaker at the moment, he would be pressed to the ground and fainted.

Li Xin bowed and saluted under the blood seat, respectfully saying: "Patriarch, the contemporary saint son Pei Ling has brought it here."

"Dark Blood" Patriarch nodded slightly.

Li Xin immediately turned around and told Peiling: "Peiling, come forward and see the ancestor."

At this moment, the pressure on Peiling is still on, and the terrifying gaze that fell on him has not moved away until now.

He nodded and said: "Yes!"

After speaking, he immediately walked forward.

As soon as I took a step, I felt that the pressure on my body suddenly became stronger.

Peiling's complexion remained unchanged, as if unconsciously, he continued to walk forward evenly and unhurriedly.

With every step he took, the pressure on his body became more and more majestic. Gradually, he couldn't condense the aura of his body, and the aura of blood that was as strong as the essence rose up, and the violent blade intent came out through his body, and he was not overbearing. Horse, Cui Wei is fierce, the whole person is like a peerless sword, hiding in the blood mist.

At the same time, the dark red lines on his body slowly appeared, the color was dull and full of unknown aura.

Soon, Pei Ling had already walked in front of all the elders and ancestors, he was gasping for breath, as if he could take a few more steps.

But at this time, the ancestor of "Dark Blood" said lightly: "Yes."

In the next moment, all the sights that fell on Pei Ling's body were taken back.

Every Taishang elder and ancestor present had an incredible color in their eyes, and their cultivation in the mid-stage transformation of the gods!

How long did it take for the Son of God to enter the Dao until now?

It has already entered the middle stage of the **** of transformation!

Moreover, if it was only the middle stage of transforming the gods, it was impossible to walk from the doorway to the ancestor's seat without any damage.

This is something that can only be done during the rebirth period!

It really is a God of Ten Thousand Tribulations!

Only when the gods are transformed into gods, can this be done in the stage of transforming gods!

At this time, Pei Ling felt light all over, he immediately knelt down and saluted, respectfully said: "Disciple Pei Ling, see Patriarch of the Blood!"

"Dark Blood" Patriarch nodded slightly, and then said, "Get up."

Pei Ling said: "Thank you, Patriarch."

Just got up and stood with hands down.

"Mingxue" Patriarch immediately said: "This seat is going out this time, one is to change the desert of Yongye; second, it is heard that there have been some grievances between the son of this generation and the sovereign."

"For the future of Shengzong, we are calling you two here to solve the grievances thoroughly and avoid internal friction in the sect."

"You two are the pillars of my holy ancestor. As one of the patriarchs of the holy ancestor, I will deal with the discord between you and others impartially, never favoritism, and will not favor any party."

"If the Son of God does something wrong, he will definitely be punished severely."

"If it's the other way around... it's the same."

Speaking of this, the patriarch looked at Su Lijing and said calmly, "You are the sect master of this generation, and the status of your cultivation is higher than that of the holy son."

"First of all, what is the grievance between you and the Son?"

Su Lijing's complexion was very ugly.

Although the ancestor of "Heaven Blood" must deal with it impartially, fair and justly, but Pei Ling is the only legendary **** of miracles, and the ethos of the holy sect is the weak and the strong.

Even if Pei Ling's current strength is not as good as her own, its value is obviously no longer below her!

Therefore, he has nothing in his heart at the moment.

When his mind was turning, Su Lijing went out and saluted the ancestor first, and then said: "Thanks to the ancestor, this matter has something to do with my wife Si Hongqing, whom my Ming media is currently married."

"When I was in retreat, the son of Pei Ling, in front of Jiu Zong, openly confessed my wife."

"The evidence for this matter is conclusive, and I have to ask the Patriarch to call the shots for me!"

Su Lijing didn't conceal the slightest bit. This kind of thing caused him to lose his face long ago, and he didn't care about any further cover-ups.

Hearing that, the complexion of the Patriarch of the "Netherblood" did not change in the slightest. Although this matter was against morality, even deviant and reckless, it can be said that it subverted the cognition of most people, but in the eyes of his existence. , But it is nothing more than an exchange of benefits.

Male repairers marry a wife, just to buy a fixed double repair material.

The female nurture is to find a stable double repair tool.

After the monk got his wife, he looked for another woman, indicating that the training materials were not enough, so new materials should be added.

The same is true for female nuns who find other men after they marry.

All sentient beings in the world and everything in the world are inseparable from the word "interest".

At this moment, the master’s retreat, his wife was picked up by the holy son in public, and the appearance of the matter was stripped away. The essence of the matter was that the master’s cultivation materials were not used up and the holy son was secretly used.

The solution is also very simple, let the holy child return the remaining training materials, and then give a certain amount of spiritual stone compensation!

Thinking of this, based on the principle of impartially handling and never being selfish, the ancestor of the "Netherblood" looked at Pei Ling, and said: "Holy Son, is what the Sect Master said is true? Is there any omission?"

The gaze of the ancestor of "Netherblood" was like the essence, cold and clear, as if he could see through all his thoughts and thoughts, Pei Ling suddenly felt horrified, and he did not dare to make any concealment to report: "Yes!"