I Just Want To Be Quiet

As soon as Su Lijing left, Si Hongqing immediately turned his head and looked at the Li family with a calm expression.

At this moment, all the liveliness and beauty, all the charming and charming, seemed to fade away from her suddenly, leaving only the indifference of overlooking all living beings, and the majesty of power. At this time, she showed the bearing and style of a sect master. instrument.

The Jiu'Ali Clan is here, and it seems that it is impossible to continue punishing Pei Ling's evil beast today.

However, since this evil beast has returned to the sect, there will be opportunities in the future, but there is no rush at this moment.

In addition, this time, the husband misunderstood, but it was because of his own ill-consideration.

After all, although she said that a loudspeaker array was set up in the White Bone Palace, the palace is a palace, with many palaces and walls, and the walls are so obscuring that the husband can't see what's going on inside, so he can only make random guesses...

Next time, I will replace the White Bone Palace with a shark screen...

Thinking of this, Si Hongqing said lightly: "The Holy Son has returned from his travels and his cultivation has advanced greatly. This seat is very happy, so he took the exam."

"At the moment, the Holy Son deserves to be the arrogance of my holy sect, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Okay, now that the exam is over, I still have important things to do in this seat, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, she flicked her robe sleeves, put away the White Bone Palace, and floated away.

Seeing Si Hongqingyan leaving, Pei Ling was startled, Bingqing was still in Si Hongqing's palace of white bones!

However, at this moment, the members of the Jiu'Ali Clan, as well as Senior Sister Li, are all looking at him...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling didn't dare to make a sound, but quickly flew in the direction of the Li family.

"Father!" When he was near, Pei Ling immediately bowed and saluted.

Li Wu Jiu nodded slightly and said, "This place is desolate, it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, hurry back to the sect!"

The other Li clan elders echoed: "That's right, the Holy Son has been out for a while, and now he's finally back, let's go back to the sect first."

The expressions of everyone were pleasant and the tone of voice was affectionate. They all acted very warmly, as if nothing had happened just now. .

Li Lieyue's face was cold, but she didn't say anything.

Pei Ling respectfully said: "Yes!"

So, Li Wu Jiu made a slight gesture, and the wrench in his hand flashed a brilliance, in the void, a huge ghost claw suddenly protruded again, tearing apart the space and opening a gap that led directly to Li's ancestral land.

Everyone walked in and disappeared in an instant.

The mountains and rivers in the same place changed greatly, and the birds and beasts were silent.

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Heavy Mingzong.

Heritage Hall.

Thousands of soul lamps are suspended like a sea, dotted with stars in the void-like darkness, converging into a mighty one.

In the picture scroll in front, the figure of the patriarch "Fu Qiong" is still clear, and he quietly looks in a direction outside the sect.

In this world, mortals are like ants, and there are countless people who can have the qualifications to cultivate and step into the Qi training period.

Afterwards, establishing foundations, forming pills, consolidating infants, transforming spirits, returning to the virtual world, joining the Tao, transcending the calamity, Mahayana... Every time the cultivation base is promoted, it means that there are countless monks with insufficient understanding, poor aptitude, or bad luck. Stop, it's hard to take a step forward.

But when you really get to the Mahayana, you will understand how difficult it is to live for a long time!

Entry into the Tao is just the beginning of practice.

Whether it's practicing Qi or Mahayana, it's just the beginning!

If you can't ascend, even if you are under the pressure of the world, enjoy ten thousand years of happiness, you can't escape the day when you die, your body will disappear, and you will turn into a handful of loess.

The Dao Bone Dharma Body, and all the treasures of this life are all rotten.

Since ancient times, there have been thousands of ways to practice cultivation, but there are only a handful of paths to immortality.

Any immortal road is rugged and bumpy, piled up with the corpses of countless amazing and brilliant ancestors, condensed by countless **** storms, and killed countless heroic and brilliant predecessors.

Cultivation, xinxing, fortune, qi... are indispensable.

Even if the nine major sects that oppressed this world, they were only in charge of two immortal paths.

The holy way, from practicing Qi to the realm of Mahayana, is a process of constantly attributing great power to oneself. Therefore, it plunders the creation of all beings, the number of qi in the heavens and the earth, the vitality of all races... and seeks to be perfect, perfect and flawless. , so as to transcend ascension, leave this world, and go to the upper realm where the rules are higher and more perfect; while the pseudo-dao believes that although great power belongs to one body, how small is one's body, and how big is the world! Therefore, the peak of power also has limitations. We should use virtue to carry the power and pursue the ultimate of truth, goodness and beauty in the state of mind, and thus achieve the realm of immortals.

However, the immortal paths that the younger generation has mastered are not these two.

It comes from the "curse" of the past.

First determine the "effect", then practice the "cause"...

As long as he can see through the "cause" of the other party, he will be able to know the true mystery of this immortal path...

But he took a look now, but he couldn't tell what the "cause" of this junior was...

It was the two from You Su Tomb who covered up the secret for this junior!

The patriarch "Fu Qiong" pondered slightly, and suddenly understood the reason why "Dead" took the initiative to back down when he asked for someone from You Su Tomb just now.

To the point where they are, every move has a deep meaning.

The other party gave in just now, just to wait for him to shoot now!

If he now forcibly peeks into the immortal path of this junior, there will be a war on the side of You Su Tomb!

The step that "Death" made just now can be replaced by him.

In this way, when a real war breaks out, he will directly lag behind the opponent by one move...

Thinking of this, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" shook his head. If this junior is an outsider, let alone one move, he is two moves behind, and he can't let go of an immortal path.

But this younger generation is a disciple of the Holy Sect, or the Holy Son of the Holy Sect!

The arrogance of the inner door of the holy sect has a magic weapon to suppress the luck of the sect.

Being ranked as the Son of God is more important to the luck of the sect. Even if the sect master and the elders are too high, they cannot handle it arbitrarily.

Conversely, if Tianjiao, True Inheritance, Holy Son, and Holy Daughter make great progress, the sect will be prosperous with each other, and it will also be beneficial.

It seems that this junior, if he really becomes an immortal, for the Holy Sect, his anger must skyrocket. In the next period of time, he will be like cooking oil on fire, heaven and earth treasures, peerless arrogance, magical weapons... take the initiative to vote.

Even the ancestor who inherited the long-term retreat in the temple like him also has the opportunity to soar.

If that's the case, then he will also take a step...

While thinking about it, in the sight of the ancestor "Fu Qiong", the younger generation happened to meet the current sect master of the Holy Sect.

The patriarch "Fu Qiong" raised his hand and looked away from Pei Ling, instantly covering up the clues of the immortal road for him. Next, even if there is an existence equal to him, looking at Pei Ling again, it is difficult to discover the essence of his immortal path.

Immediately, the patriarch withdrew his sight, and the originally clear picture became dim in an instant.

It didn't take long for the picture scroll to be completely blurred and chaotic, and it disappeared into the void.

Thousands of soul lanterns burn quietly, the strong ones are like the sky in the sky, and the weak ones are like beans, all like endless boats, ups and downs in the vast void.

The Hall of Inheritance was silent and the sea of ​​lights was vast.