I Just Want To Be Quiet

Pei Ling opened his eyes immediately. At this time, his whole body was scorched black. With only a slight movement, the coke-like skin fell down with blurred flesh and blood, and red and black blood flowed all over his body, which was shocking to see.

Without any hesitation, he took out an elixir and took it. With the operation of the mana, the medicinal power was dissolved, and the injury quickly recovered.

Quickly put on a new robe, Pei Ling was about to go out again when he suddenly noticed something, immediately closed his eyes again, and lay motionless on the bed.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Almost as soon as Pei Ling lay down, there was another knock on the door. This time the knock was very slow, even soft and rhythmic.

However, every time there was a knock on the door, Pei Ling's body, which had not fully recovered, immediately cracked with a deep visible bone wound.

Severe pain immediately spread throughout the body, and blood gurgled.

Pei Ling endured the excruciating pain and didn't do anything. .

The people who knocked on the door this time are different from the previous two...

Not surprisingly, the one who knocked on the door now should be the cultivator of Su Zhentian, and the first person to knock on the door was the person from Yanxi City.

But no matter what, these three righteous monks have problems!

Next, we must solve one of them as soon as possible.

"The greedy dynasty, just knocked on my door, it will take some time before it is possible to continue knocking on the door."

"If the person knocking on the door is a Su Zhentian monk, the same is true..."

"Next, it must be the first one to knock on the door just now."

"We have to deal with the first monk who knocked on the door just now..."

Thinking like this, Pei Ling continued to have deep scars all over his body, and after a while, his whole body was blurred with blood.

The robe that had just been changed was soaked with blood.

In the rolled wound, Sen Bai's bones were clearly visible.

Pei Ling waited calmly.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, he opened his eyes immediately, took out another pill, took it, and went out quickly.

When I came to the door, I saw that the long corridor was still dark, the surrounding silence was like death, and the invisible pressure dropped, making my heart palpitate.

Pei Ling quickly walked to the door of the monk's room in Yanxi City, raised his hand, and knocked hard: "Dong dong dong!"

At the same time, he opened his mouth and said in a loud and gloomy voice: "Curse!"

As the knock on the door echoed, the curse came through the door and fell on the monk inside.

There was no response from the door, Pei Ling closed his eyes and sensed it for a while through the [Mantra of Souls], and his face suddenly began to change.

In an instant, his body swelled up rapidly, and soon turned into a burly figure in armor.

Its breath and appearance are exactly the same as the Yanxi City cultivator who drank soul wine in the front hall before.

While knocking on the door, Pei Ling said into the door: "Senior of Yanxi City, please come out and talk!"

While speaking, in the void behind him, two portals rose silently.

The first portal is piled with thousands of skulls, with empty eye sockets, which are cold and terrifying.

Indescribable horrors and disasters continue to escape from it.

This is the breath of "curse"!

Pei Ling opened his eyes directly and answered his invitation just now: "Okay!"

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding environment changed rapidly, and he instantly entered a cramped and dim coffin!

The four walls of the coffin were made of old-fashioned plates, and a cultivator of Yanxi City, whose whole body was wrapped in armor, was lying in it with his eyes closed.

Although it is covered by armor, thick pus still flows out from the gaps in the armor.

The whole coffin was filled with a strong stench.

The densely packed grumpy faces were stacked frantically, and they had already crossed the armor and appeared.

The faces were twisted and ferocious, all of them opened their mouths and let out a shrill laugh: "Hee hee...hee hee hee...hee..."

The cultivator Yanxicheng lay motionless. He was enduring the erosion of the [Wansoul] at the moment, and he hadn't noticed anyone breaking in.

Seeing that this trick really worked, Pei Ling was instantly refreshed.

At the first station, the system used this method to successfully break into the reincarnation tower monk's coffin.

Of course, the situation at this moment is not exactly the same as it was then.

Because he hadn't started arguing with this senior from Yanxi City!

It's just that the first door and the second door left by the "curse" helped him cover up the laws of this place!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the cultivator of Yanxicheng by the neck.

The next moment, a powerful and pure force immediately poured into Pei Ling's body from the opponent's body. This is the opponent's fate!

The cultivator Yanxicheng suddenly opened his eyes, and then he saw a person exactly like himself in the cramped coffin, choking his neck!

Immediately, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, "click", "click", the armor gloves made of black iron clenched, and punched Pei Ling with a punch.

Harmony period!

Pei Ling frowned, and in his eyes, countless small and strange runes immediately rose, [Eternal Curse Magic Power]!

[The "law" of forgetting]!

Yanxi City cultivator's breath immediately dropped, and his movements were stagnant, but soon, he returned to normal, his fists whistled, with the sound of wind and thunder, slightly twisted the void, and continued to blast at Pei Ling with the momentum of a giant mountain.

In Pei Ling's eyes, the runes burst through, interweaving and changing, and the cultivator of Yanxi City's majestic hatred for the living was immediately absorbed by its large shares.

His breath increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the level of the late stage of Void Return!

[Remorseful Nightmare Magical Ability]!

【Curse of Eternal Hate】!

boom! ! !

The whole coffin vibrated violently, and the fist of cultivator Yan Xicheng rubbed Pei Ling's body and hit the coffin heavily.

Dodging the punch dangerously and dangerously, Pei Ling opened his mouth slightly, but the cold and grand "curse" had not yet been uttered. Knives, spears, swords, halberds, and halberds popped out from the body, limbs, and even the head of the cultivator of Yanxicheng. Spears... Countless blades!

puff puff puff...

The snow blade was cold and sharp, and Pei Ling's body was instantly punctured with many holes. In the blood hole, blood gurgled and splashed all over the coffin.

The severe pain that seemed to be split up in an instant came from the whole body.

Pei Ling's face paled for a while, but then, the blades that pierced into Pei Ling's body all retracted along the trajectory of the ejection.

The blood flowing out of it all flowed backwards, the wound healed and disappeared, and the fist of cultivator Yanxicheng also retreated backwards.

Everything instantly returned to the moment when Pei Ling just shot!

boom! ! !

Pei Ling punched out, and wherever the fist wind went, the space was slightly distorted.

The cultivator of Yanxicheng avoided dangerously and dangerously. At this moment, Pei Ling's whole body suddenly burst out with knives, spears, swords, halberds, spears... countless weapons!

The scene is exactly the same as just now, but the roles played by both sides are strangely interchanged!