I Just Want To Be Quiet

The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" in one blood mirror stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck; the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" in the other blood mirror stretched out his hand to his thigh; the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" in the third blood mirror...

Everything is exactly the same as before!

The only difference is that Pei Ling in all the blood mirrors has become the ancestor of the "five plagues"!

But then, all the blood mirrors melted quickly like snow meets the sun.

The blood gushed out, as if it had never appeared before.

The blood mirror disappeared, leaving no trace in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, under the control of the system, Pei Ling also reached out and grabbed his body...

The next moment, the ancestor of the "five plagues" on the high dome suddenly felt a severe pain from his body, and a piece of blood dripping blood was torn from his body.

However, in the city of Shushuang below, Pei Ling used his identity to tear flesh and blood from his body and hand it over to the loose cultivator who came...

The loose cultivator took the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood turned into a spirit stone, and the loose cultivator thanked him and left.

Looking at this scene, the "Five Plagues" Patriarch did not pay any attention to those loose cultivators, and immediately reached out and grabbed Pei Ling's face from the air.

In the city, the main hall of the mansion.

Immediately, dense blood claws stretched out from the void, scrambling to grab Pei Ling's face.

These blood claws came suddenly, and they all contained an indescribable majestic chill and a terrifying aura.

Under the control of the system, Pei Ling's face was calm, and he directly raised the Jiu Po ​​Dao.

The huge blood blade quickly condensed on the top of his head, and his whole body changed suddenly, looking at the towering, terrifying, majestic meaning escaping, swallowing thousands of miles.

In the blink of an eye, the blood blade roared down, like a sky falling.

boom! ! !

The sword qi roared and roared, like a blood-colored ocean surging arbitrarily, among the electric light and flint, one **** claws were slashed, and a powerful impact erupted.

One after another, the impact force is like the ripples of a pond during a shower.

The battle between the monks in the transcending tribulation period and the monks in the joint Taoist period could have easily razed the entire city of Frost to the ground.

But at this moment, such terrifying power did not cause any damage to the city.

All the aftermath of the overwhelming mountains were blocked by the four walls of the main hall.

The walls trembled wildly, and huge cracks appeared, but they were restored to their original state with a snap of their fingers, as if they had never been destroyed.

The "Five Plagues" Patriarch hurriedly restrained his strength, but Pei Ling's saber aura was extraordinary, the two of them fighting against each other almost directly broke the rules in [One Party Pure Land]!

The patriarch quickly played a grotesque tactic, and in the city of Shushuang, the inns, private houses, and caves... were all banned, and a monk who was not well-dressed walked out stiffly.

In the door they opened, they could see the spiritual stones floating in the air, exuding pure and incomparable spiritual energy.

The eyes of these monks have disappeared, the corners of their eyes and brows are full of intense greed, and there is no expression. The body is distorted and degenerate, and it looks quite similar to the madman in the Eternal Night Desert.

After they went out, they walked onto the long street, without any hesitation, they all walked towards the gorgeous mansion by the city lord's mansion.

tread, tread, tread...

At first, the pace was light and messy, but gradually, all the loose cultivators who had absorbed the spiritual energy of the spiritual stone began to act.

The sound of footsteps galloped from the alleys of the shabby houses, from the courtyard verandas, and from the long streets... It was like the gathering of hundreds of rivers into the sea, and the mighty crowd rushed to the place where Pei Ling was.

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The yellow sand is long.

The blood flowed.

Pei Ling was alone in the vast desert, and the monsters in front of him kept rushing towards him. The roar shook the gravel and rustled.

puff!

A monster was as fast as lightning, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood from Pei Ling's body, and blood flowed from the wound in an instant, but Pei Ling did not feel the slightest pain, the breath did not drop, and the system hosting was not interrupted.

Looking at this scene, he immediately knew that the system was using the identity of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" to forcibly replace the other party's injury!

Similar operations, the system has also used it in the place of creation in the Tomb of You Su!

When his thoughts turned around, a blood mirror suddenly appeared around him.

The mirror surface is crimson, and the frame is intricately patterned, like tangled flowers, but upon closer inspection, countless large and small eyeballs are stacked and tangled, eerie and terrifying.

After the blood mirror appeared, the mirror in the red light immediately reflected Pei Ling's real figure.

Seeing that the blood mirror could reveal his true self, Pei Ling was not surprised at all.

What he is facing now is a patriarch.

No matter how clever his methods are, he is not surprised!

Roar! ! !

The monster roared towards the blood mirror and rushed towards Pei Ling in the blood mirror.

At this moment, under the control of the system, Pei Ling immediately filled with substantial darkness, and the darkness spread rapidly, engulfing all the blood mirrors.

The monster that had just rushed towards the mirror appeared strangely in front of Pei Ling, and instantly tore off the **** flesh from his body.

Pei Ling was the same as before, no injuries, no pain, no change in the cultivation base.

On the blood mirror, blood suddenly began to flow out, and the blood splattered, washing away the [Mist of the Netherworld], revealing Pei Ling's figure again.

The rushing monsters suddenly turned and rushed towards the mirrors of these blood mirrors.

Pei Ling opened his mouth and sent out a silent text.

The blood that was flowing out of the mirror immediately began to retreat and returned to the mirror.

In an instant, all the blood mirrors were once again obscured by the [Mist of the Netherworld].

Soon, the backwards stopped, the crimson mirror reappeared, and the figure of the ancestor of "Five Plagues" was impressively reflected in the mirror.

Pei Ling immediately knew that the system used the "inverse" rule!

When he fell into the method of the "Five Plagues" Patriarch, most of the laws he mastered were directly lost.

But the system has killed monsters several times, but it has found some of his background for him!

However, his current cultivation level has not recovered to the late stage of He Dao.

There is only a very small part of what the system has found for him!

Just thinking about it, the blood mirror disappeared, and the monster rushed again...

Immediately, blood claws appeared one by one, Pei Ling raised the knife and fell, and the majestic knife spun like a wave, slashing at all the blood claws.

boom! ! !

Between the sparks, a huge movement shook the entire space, the yellow sand jumped rapidly, the dunes trembled, and the original desert seemed to be turned into surging quicksand.

Where the sword energy fell, the blood claws dissipated.

Heavy drum-like footsteps sounded again, and more monsters appeared from a distance and rushed towards Pei Ling.

But this time, the system did not wait for these monsters to approach, and then shot directly.

The blood-colored saber aura was like a net, and it slashed out violently.

Wherever the sharp blade went, the stump and the broken arm were scattered all over the ground, and the blood flowed like rain and snow!

A large number of monsters were slashed into pieces, and the desert was instantly dyed in layers of crimson.

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In the void, the eight cultivators stared intently at the battlefield, and most of them held their breath and watched the battle seriously.

Only Wushouzi and the others sat cross-legged in the high dome, taking out wine, water and spirits from the storage bag for a drink, while chatting casually: "Emperor Pei is worthy of being an immortal emperor, even if he can only use ordinary people at the moment. The body, the mundane means, the quick response, and the vicious eyes are definitely not comparable to these inferior immortals."

"The Immortal Emperor's feet are incomparably deep, and even in the villa, they are rare, so why do you need to say more?"

The monk who looked like a beggar shook his head slightly and said, "It's the patriarch of this illusion tower. How long can he last?"

The noble monk-like monk said lightly: "It's just a low-level immortal. Even if you have a cultivation base in the transcendence period, you can only support it for three or five days at most."

Everyone's ladylike cultivator smiled sweetly and said, "Emperor Pei's methods are unpredictable, and I am afraid that the immortal small tower can only last for a day at most."

"I guess an hour."

"The old man thinks it is a quarter of an hour."

"Hehe, I guess ten breaths at most..."

Wuchouzi took a sip of the spirit wine, shook his head slightly and said, "Ten breaths are impossible."

"Emperor Pei came here to challenge the patriarch of this fantasy pagoda. The main purpose is to give pointers to this inferior immortal."

"Once this inferior immortal with a dusty heart is defeated too quickly, what can he comprehend with his crude background and heels?"

"The Immortal Emperor is benevolent, since he personally taught this inferior immortal, he must be sympathetic to his stupidity and will not force inferior immortals to be difficult."

When the other monks of Wushi Mountain Villa heard the words, they all nodded: "Not bad."

"If that's the case, then I guess it should be half an hour..."