I Just Want To Be Quiet

On the deep blue sea, vortices of various sizes suddenly appeared.

"Gudu...gudu..."

The water spun rapidly, and in the deep water, countless sea beasts with huge bodies sank toward the bottom of the sea, and the originally surging sea surface became more and more turbulent.

Numerous souls were nourished, and Li Xin's injury recovered slightly. He immediately stepped on the water, knelt on the sea in the direction of Zhongmingzong, and respectfully said: "Disciple, thank the ancestor for his shot!"

After waiting for a while, the surrounding wind and rain were dark and there was no response, and Li Xin stood up.

When he said the name of the patriarch "Fu Qiong" that day, he knew that the patriarch would notice him. It's just that the ancestors are all long-term visions of this world, and at that point, nothing can be more important than ascension.

After a long period of closed-door cultivation, it was impossible to respond immediately when someone called him. Most of the time to save him was just the end of a practice or a long test, and then he did it casually.

When his mind turned, Li Xin identified the direction and fled towards Wanxu Haifang City.

There are too few living beings here, he has to recover from the injury first, and then return to the sect...

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Heavy Mingzong.

Heritage Hall.

The sea of ​​lights is sinking and floating, and the picture scroll moves slowly.

After solving the trivial matters, the picture of the ancestor "Fu Qiong" slowly dimmed. He was about to continue his retreat and practice when suddenly his mind moved and his attention was focused on a young monk in the Holy Sect.

"The inheritor of the 'curse'?"

"It's still my Holy Sect disciple..."

"Fortune has been added to the body, and the immortal path has been planted. As long as the causes are completed, the fruit of ascension will be obtained..."

Thinking of this, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" did not retreat immediately, his eyes fell on the monk with a dark shirt and a sword, with a cold and fierce temperament, thoughtful.

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within the mountains. .

A fortress stands alone.

The plaque at the main entrance "Shujiabao" hangs high, but there is no one inside and outside.

The teleportation formation here is only qualified to be used by the dignitaries of the holy sect. In order to facilitate the concealment of traces, there are no personnel guarding it. There are only heavy formations, prohibitions, organs, and traps as defenses.

As for the "Shu Family Fort" that is closest to this place, the ancestor of its clan is an inner sect elder of the Holy Sect. The special department comes to inspect regularly to confirm that the formation is functioning normally.

At this moment, Pei Ling entered the castle very smoothly with the token of the Holy Child.

However, he and Bingqing stood in the teleportation formation, and after the chore, the vast white light rose into the sky, but the two of them still stood in the same place and did not move at all, let alone directly enter the gate of Zhongmingzong.

Pei Ling frowned, this teleportation formation could be activated and should not be damaged. But now, the teleportation failed... Mostly it was something wrong with the corresponding teleportation array on the Zongmen side.

As his thoughts turned, Pei Ling shook his head slightly. In this situation, he could only slowly fly back to the sect, or take a detour and switch to another teleportation array.

It's just that this place is far from the Chongming Sect. It's not too close, and it's not too far. Whether it's taking a detour to change the teleportation formation, or flying back to the sect, it takes about the same amount of time.

After thinking for a while, Pei Ling said, "It should be the teleportation array on the other side that went wrong and flew back to the sect directly."

Bing Qing respectfully said: "Yes!"

An exquisite red sedan chair appeared beside the two of them. Its red lacquer and gold paint, engraved with many flowers, birds, insects and beasts, were very gorgeous.

Pei Ling and Bing Qing turned into a ray of light and fell into it, and around the sedan chair, sixteen small palace lanterns with the word "囍" embroidered on the red background with tangled branches and frangipani swayed in unison.

Sitting on the soft felt blanket, through the window of the sedan chair, you can see the landscape below receding at a fast speed, and the smashed cloud haunts the side, wrapping the sedan body into a cotton-wool-like mist of water vapor.

Bingqing stood there with her hands down, respectfully waiting for her orders.

Suddenly, Pei Ling's heart throbbed, but in the blink of an eye, the throbbing disappeared.

He suddenly frowned slightly, and his spiritual sense spread out in a mighty manner. Everything in this world was clearly visible, and all of it was shrouded in his spiritual sense!

However, no matter how Divine Sense probed, Pei Ling did not notice any abnormality.

After a while, he withdrew his divine sense with great confusion. Just now... was it his own illusion?

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly resounded through this world...

"Bastard! You dare to return to the sect. Today, the sect master will cut you thousands of pieces and smash your bones into ashes to avenge the revenge of the past!"

The voice fell, the void split open, and a palace tower made of pure white bones slowly moved out of the crack.

The palace tower is majestic and tall, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in front of the palace are all made of skulls. A pair of empty eye sockets stared straight at the outside world, the inner fire was throbbing, and the gloomy and cold air was wantonly diffused.

"Buzz!"

After the White Bone Palace fully appeared, the main entrance slammed open!

Immediately afterwards, the doors of the inner halls opened one after another, and with the opening of the doors of the main hall, countless light and soft gauze curtains in the hall rolled up without wind, revealing the elixir inlaid with gold and jade. A graceful figure, with a red dress and a black hem, piles of clouds and ink, with a pale face, is sitting proudly.

Around him, there are many beauties of different races, some with red-gold hair and eyes like the scorching sun; some with cat ears and boneless; Some are demure and dazzling like a mountain ghost; some have horns on their foreheads, which are beautiful and beautiful; some have butterfly patterns on their cheeks, graceful and light; some are slender, sweet, and charming...

These beauties of different races are fat and thin, and each has its own merits. They wear skirts made of mercurial silk. They are as soft as clouds and as beautiful as the clouds. , Looking at the soft and graceful, Bai Mei Qian Jiao.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling was stunned for a moment, what is the situation of Si Hongqing?

There are so many other beauties, what's going on?

Just thinking about it, Bingqing said with a dignified expression and a fearful voice: "My lord, she is not an ordinary co-path, let's run away!"

escape?

hehehehe...

Pei Ling shook his head, stepped out, and appeared outside the sedan chair.

He looked around, and his spiritual sense swept around in an instant. This place was in the wilderness, empty and uninhabited, and within a thousand miles below, there were not even monsters with only wisdom.

Pei Ling felt relieved and smiled slightly: "Disciple Pei Ling, see Sect Master!"

The sedan chair disappeared in an instant, the red wedding dress flashed, and Bing Qing appeared beside him, the bright yellow tassels fluttered lightly, Bing Qing's eyes passed through Xipa, and looked at Si Hongqingyan very cautiously.

The human female cultivator in front of her is far more terrifying than the "Yu" and "Prisoner" of You Su Tomb!

She can feel that the opponent's strength is extremely powerful, like Wang Yang's willful, vast and majestic, and the blood on his hands is uncountable.

The number of living beings who died in the hands of the other party, most of the ghosts in Yousu Tomb, are hard to match, including her!

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