I Just Want To Be Quiet

Pei Ling was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, here... the same is an illusion!

The first time, he escaped from the lobby alone, looking for an empty room to stay, and then heard a knock on the door and was attacked by the blue-shirted swordsman...

That was the fantasy he encountered!

The second time, at a critical juncture, he was taken back to the lobby by Su Xirou, and then escaped into the corridor behind the inn with the help of the other party... That was Su Xirou's fantasy!

Su Xirou didn't crack his illusion, but pulled him out of his own illusion and brought him into the opponent's illusion!

Of course, in Su Xirou's view, that was reality.

After that, for the third time, he was pulled back to the lobby by Meng Hongxuan, and once again began a near-death escape...

That is Meng Hongxuan's fantasy!

For the fourth time, he was pulled into the real illusion by Huan Yun again...

However, the fourth time, he used the system to host, but instead of continuing to enter the empty room, he secretly went to steal the life of the sword cultivator in the first illusion.

At this moment, he completely replaced everything that belonged to the Blue Shirt Sword Cultivator. Even the opponent's Feijian recognized him as the master. Under the control of the system, he returned to the lobby again as the Blue Shirt Sword Cultivator.

Fantasy one after another...

This is completely different from the previous eight post stations!

Is it because of the [Seed of Creation]?

When his mind was turning, Pei Ling suddenly saw that the darkness in the lobby was further eroded, like a heavy curtain, pulled up again.

Different from Pei Ling's previous experience, darkness suddenly appeared, covering Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, Huan Yunzhen and another Pei Ling. The arm was still clearly visible in the dim light.

At this time, behind the counter, the man in Heipao prepared the soul wine, held the stoneware bowl, and walked towards the four of them step by step.

In the lobby, the eyes of all the nine sect cultivators stared at the four of them without blinking. Their eyes were bright, full of unparalleled greed, desire, and urgency...

"Tread, step, step..."

The entire station was silent at this moment, only the footsteps of the man in black robe clearly stepped on the blue bricks on the ground.

An indescribable pressure, like a full bowstring, stretched to the extreme. . .

At this moment, under the control of the system, Pei Ling suddenly stood up and swaggered into the counter.

The counter of this inn is almost the same as the previous eight, chest-high cabinets, with a small door on the side for easy access, and a row of treasure grids against the wall to the top, filled with all kinds of bottles and cans. .

Inside the cabinet, there are various drawers, cabinet doors... Near the corner, there is a waist-length water tank.

On the side of the water tank, on a black iron-like hook, hung a bamboo spoon, and in a grid not far away, there was a stack of rough pottery bowls.

The water tank was filled with rust-like liquid, the color was turbid, as if it was a tank of stagnant water. Because it had been placed for too long, a strange color had appeared.

The liquid seemed to be extremely heavy, and it was dark without the slightest ripples. There seemed to be a thin layer of mist suspended on it, like a cicada's wings, blocking the line of sight and making it impossible to see the situation below.

However, after getting closer, I could smell the fragrance emanating from this liquid, but it was refreshing, refreshing and reassuring, even my mind was clear.

This is soul wine!

Pei Ling strode to the side of the water tank, and after standing still, he bent down slightly, buried his head directly in the tank of soul wine in front of all the monks and the black-robed man, and drank it in large gulps. .

"Gudu...gudu..."

Following his movements, the rust-like liquor rippled into layers, and the unique fragrance of soul wine quickly dissipated. The liquor entered his throat, as if a sharp knife was plunged straight down. .

However, Pei Ling did not feel pain at all, but the spiritual platform was clear and bright, and his mind was agile. As he swallowed the soul wine one after another, his soul became more solid and stable.

Even in the dark, he felt that his destiny was more condensed and solid. In addition, he seems to have received some great benefits...

Pei Ling was extremely surprised, this soul wine is really amazing!

He thought that the system would help him continue to compete for fate with the female cultivator who was born to teach him, but he didn't expect that he would come directly to drink the soul wine of the black-robed man!

However, will this...

Before he could stop thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly heard a tremendous force behind him.

boom! !

Pei Ling was blasted out and slammed heavily on the wall. Even so, his hands were still clinging to the edge of the wine jar.

"Ding Dong! Detected an external attack, this practice is over. Thank you for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click hosting, soaring without worry! I look forward to your sharing of your cultivation evaluation, and please give a five-star praise if you are satisfied..."

With the sound of the system, the control of the body was restored, and Pei Ling was dizzy. He only felt that his internal organs were all overturned, but the injury was not serious.

But soon, flames seemed to rise up in his body, and the scorching sensation spread rapidly, spreading into his limbs and bones, but the spirit wine that had just entered his stomach began to take effect, and while stabilizing his spiritual life, he was also quickly treating his injuries. .

"Bang bang bang bang..."

At the same time, a melee broke out in the lobby, countless spells cut through the darkness, and when the huge movement continued, the brilliance shone like a fireworks festival that suddenly ignited.

Pei Ling was on guard, but no more attacks fell on him.

Surprised in his heart, he turned to look at the lobby, but saw darkness like a closed curtain, quickly swallowing up the last bit of light.

All the monks of the nine sects disappeared one by one, and all the magic techniques also disappeared.

Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen, who were being besieged, also fell into the darkness.

The originally crowded lobby instantly turned into a vast darkness, and only another Pei Ling was still sitting at the table, holding a rough pottery bowl in his hand, maintaining the movement of drinking the soul wine just now.

Pei Ling stood up, the burning sensation continued, and the injuries all over his body had basically recovered.

The other Pei Ling suddenly put down the wine bowl, then stood up and turned around stiffly.

He didn't have any expression on his face, just a little side profile, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and he looked straight at Pei Ling.

Pei Ling's expression did not change, looking at this figure exactly like him, he was already ready to attack at any time.

At this time, Pei Ling suddenly asked in a cold and grand voice, "Who are you?"

In its voice, it is full of strange, deadly, dark, and desperate power.

Like a snake in the dark night, cunning and sticky.

Pei Ling was slightly in a trance, and his mind suddenly began to think about this problem...

he is Pei...

etc!

who is he?

There's more, it's being revised, it's going to be late.

It's early morning, let's go to bed first.