I Just Want To Be Quiet

The patriarch of the "Five Plagues" held the bell with one palm, choked the hand, and the simple and heavy sound of the bell suddenly reverberated in the whole world.

dong... dong... dong...

Every time the bell rang, there was a gray curtain of countless souls twisted together, forming out of thin air around the ancestor of the "five plagues", and then shrouded him layer by layer, resisting all external attacks.

However, the sky is powerful and inexorable.

Layers of curtains, grotesque and ferocious soul bodies, all in an instant, were directly smashed by the majestic tribulation thunder!

Before the tribulation thunder continued to fall on him, the eyes of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" flashed a rich gray, and the bronze bell in his palm also lit up with dense blood-colored runes. dong dong dong...

In the rain-like sound, the curtains instantly increased, layer upon layer, reflecting the universe into a viscous gray sea in a blink of an eye.

Boom!

Another thunderbolt blasted the sky, and the robbery thunder continued, seemingly endless, one round was stronger than one round, and the terrifying aura of destruction filled the whole world.

Majestic and majestic, like a lofty will, descending the will of extinction.

For a time, the entire ruins of the city of Jushuang killed Sen Leng, as if the end of the world was approaching.

The patriarch of "Five Plagues" was pale, and tried his best to urge the bronze bell, and purple-black blood stains gradually flowed from its seven orifices.

This is mana pushing to the limit, causing old injuries to start to recur!

But in the current situation, let alone an old injury, even if the foundation is damaged and the road is cut off, he does not dare to stop!

If this calamity cannot be overcome, he will surely die!

Thousands of years of ascetic cultivation and the accumulation of Taoism in the long period of time will all be wasted.

Countless ambitions, countless ideas to help the world and the righteousness of the world, how many times of exhaustion to overcome the calamity... will all be in vain!

Rao is the "five plagues" with a heart like iron, and at this moment, there is a clear unwillingness in his eyes.

Every He Dao is a leader who has come from the amazing talent and brilliance, and Transcending Tribulation is a realm that many He Dao dreams of, tossing and turning.

There are as many monks as the sand in the vast sea, and the existence of ancestors is very rare.

Even if the background is as deep as the nine major sects, adding a patriarch is also a sensational event.

But to transcend the calamity to the Mahayana, it is even more rare, very few!

"Five Plagues" is the youngest patriarch of the nine sects. He once defeated the heroes, once defeated the heroes, once scolded Fang Qiu, once saved the world alone, once advanced rapidly, once stood on the heights where the arrogance of the heavens was hopeless, overlooking all living beings ...And at this moment, the Dao Tribulation is grand and majestic, the heaven and earth are vast, and it is as strong as crossing the Tribulation.

This is comprehension!

This is the road to longevity!

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Just when the "Five Plagues" Patriarch tried his best to support, not far from the center of Dao Tribulation, Pei Ling was suspended in mid-air, and his black shirt was torn by the wind, swaying wildly.

The whole body is covered with scars and blood, and the entire body is still covered with dense blood-colored long hair.

I don't know how many replicas of Ancestral Sword run through his body, and the blood criss-crosses his body like a stream.

He was seriously injured and was dying, but Pei Ling's breath was extremely strong. He raised his blood-stained arm and swung the Jiu Po ​​Dao vigorously, buzzing...

The sharp blade smashed through the space, and countless blood-colored sword qi that was condensed like a line went upstream.

The sound of thunder rolls, like a tide washing the Quartet.

When the sword qi was surging, Pei Ling hurriedly cut out more sharp sword qi instead of destroying it with a single touch.

At the same time, his mind moved, and countless replicas of the Ancestral Sword, the replicas of the [Evil Axe], and the replicas of the [Original Accumulation Cauldron] appeared in the void, blocking him.

The blade of the sword is rolling, like a heavy snow falling, with the terrifying sword intent, facing the tribulation thunder.

[Evil Slaying Axe] Simple and unpretentious, the axe blade is like frost, with the trend of destroying and sharp, tearing the void, as if to cut off this thunderous rage;

The figures on the [Original Accumulation of Qi Ding] have turned into beautiful and beautiful women...

Boom boom boom boom! !

In the deafening loud noise, the blood-colored sword qi quickly shattered, the ancestral sword re-engraved body was annihilated like a foam, the [Evil Axe] re-engraved body fell apart;

The purple lightning shone into the sky, and the robbery thunder just paused slightly, and then it continued to fall like a surging waterfall.

Seeing this, Pei Ling's expression changed, and he was secretly anxious, this is already his strongest state now!

[End of the Dao Qingxian] Today's power is already comparable to the real immortal art!

But at this moment, he can't even resist the tribulation thunder on the periphery, and it is impossible to hurt the ancestor of the "five plagues" at the center of the Dao tribulation!

The most important thing is that in this state, he can only barely maintain a few breaths of time, but the tribulation thunder is continuous, and he has no chance at all before the "Five Plagues" Patriarch has survived this robbery!

As his thoughts turned, Pei Ling's whole body was churning with death energy, as if the ashes dispersed, and the terrifying tribulation thunder also fell in front of him at the same time.

Pei Ling didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately played a simple and simple magic formula, and said in a grand voice: "The red dust of thousands of feet, fear me like the sky!"

The moment the words fell, countless robbery thunders fell like angry rivers, all of which hit Pei Ling's body.

The purple-green electric light was as bright as the sun, and it turned into a thousand thunder snakes.

The strands of blood-colored long hair fell into the sky, and were instantly annihilated into ashes by the robbery thunder.

The long, blood-colored hair on Pei Ling's body was quickly washed away by the robbery, and the replica of the Ancestral Sword still inserted in the wound was also shattered by the robbery, and disappeared tremblingly. The severe injury just now began to recover quickly.

The thick dead aura like ashes quickly dissipated in front of the extremely fierce thunder, and the rich vitality grew out of the burnt smell.

However, just after getting out of the state of dying, Pei Ling's breath dropped rapidly.

Pei Ling maintained the immortal art of [Ten thousand feet of red dust, fear me like the sky], and immediately raised his head to look at the most central position of the tribulation thunder, the dim light in his eyes flickered, and his eyes pierced through the heavy thunder, instantly locking the "five plagues" ancestors. The figure, and then said vaguely: "Forget it!"

When the voice fell, the law of heaven and earth changed immediately.

However, this kind of change has just begun, and in the blink of an eye, all order is under the robbery, sticking to the original laws of this world and not being driven by any external force.

Seeing that the law was useless, Pei Ling frowned, but was not too surprised.

The "Five Plagues" Patriarch's robbery cloud was indeed summoned by him.

But just now, Fang Fang had already interrupted his immortal art, and now this Dao Tribulation is the derivation of the real Heaven's Dao!

[A thousand feet of red dust, fear me like the sky], can disguise the way of heaven, but cannot control the way of heaven!

Therefore, when he uses this fairy technique again now, he can only absorb the calamity of the robbery, but he cannot control the robbery that has already come...