I Just Want To Be Quiet

This layer of stepping, showing a rich crimson red, like flowing blood, the moment she stepped on it, it immediately turned into a sea of ​​blood, above the sea of ​​blood, thousands of vortexes were born out of thin air, and the powerful suction seemed to make it immediately. Drowned to the bottom of the sea.

However, Si Hongqing immediately burst out with an aura similar to his origin, but he easily got rid of the tug of the sea of ​​​​blood and immediately stepped on the second step.

This layer is as dark as ink, eerie and terrifying, but it is the means of the soul. There are thousands of creatures roaring and roaring, and the meaning of resentment is like a sea. , endless fear, remorse, horror, distractions, resentment... impact on the heart of Tao.

Just like before, Si Hongqing walked up to the third floor without much effort.

At this moment, it was as if he had stepped into an expanse of snow.

The chill is overwhelming, and it seems that the entire world is disgusting and cursing the creatures that enter.

In a twinkling of an eye, the snow poured down like a tide, and the sky was falling apart, and endless maliciousness rolled down towards Si Hong...

This level of Taoism is composed of the Tao of all living beings and the Tao of Heaven and Earth as the core, supplemented by the inheritance of many holy sects.

At the beginning, Su Li was only able to return to the virtual world, and he was able to successfully ascend the throne. For the current Si Hongqing, he has not only practiced for a hundred years, but also survived two more tribulations. The foundation is extremely deep, and now it is natural No difficulty!

The faster she walked, the more relaxed the atmosphere of the ceremony became.

The guests on the cloud platform quickly relaxed and started drinking and chatting with Lingguo cakes.

On the cloud platform of the Fuguang Sihong clan, the Sihong clan quickly transmitted their voices to each other: "Qingyan ascended the throne of the suzerain this time, and the ancestor 'Fuqiong' personally presided over it. From now on, it will no longer be a temporary service. The acting Sect Master, but the Sect Master in the true sense of the Holy Sect!"

"The problem now is that the next holy son, Pei Ling, has already joined the Tao. Moreover, this son is more valued by the ancestors of 'Fuqiong' than Qingyan. Even if Qingyan is the real suzerain, now as long as Pei Shengzi thinks, he can also become the same at any time. The next Sect Master."

"Don't worry about Pei Shengzi. The last time the patriarch 'Fuqiong' left the customs, he was going to personally preside over the enthronement ceremony for Pei Shengzi. However, Pei Shengzi did not intend to be the suzerain at all."

"Not bad! It's very good. Saint Child Pei is now very powerful, and Li's side doesn't dare to say anything. The real threat now is the saintess from Li's family, Li Lieyue!"

"Clan Li? Hehe, they are not at a loss. Clan Li is on duty as an ancestor and has already worshipped the ancestor 'Fuqiong' as a teacher. Clan Li has not been doing anything recently. It is very likely that they have obtained the inheritance of the ancestor 'Fuqiong'. , is concentrating on comprehension.”

"Huh? If that's the case, Li's gains this time are not comparable to being a sect master..."

At the same time, on the cloud platform of the Jiu A Li Clan.

A famous man from the Li clan, with a calm expression, is also frequently communicating in private: "Si Hong's luck is very good! This time when Si Hongqin ascended the throne, the patriarch 'Fuqiong' actually presided over the ceremony for him! "

"Sacred Son Pei's current cultivation, strength, and prestige have far exceeded the requirements of the Sect Master. This ceremony should belong to Saint Son Pei, but I don't know why Saint Son Pei refused to agree..."

"Don't talk about the Holy Son! People like Pei Shengzi must have their own plans. It's not my turn to question his affairs."

"Exactly! Pei Shengzi is actually very attached to my Li family. During the recent period, almost all the fat men in the sect have fallen into the hands of my Li family."

"Saint Pei is now famous, and it can be seen that the saint had a unique vision at the beginning. This holy son is amazing and talented, and his methods are profound. He must be reasonable in his actions. "

"Speaking of which, there is a high-level inheritance in the clan recently. Only high-level leaders such as the head of the family and the saint are eligible to check it. It is said that it is also a gift from Saint Pei..."

On the cloud platform of the Pillowstone Su Clan, there was silence.

Su Xirou sat in the banquet, wearing a black robe and a yellow skirt, with Lingguo Lingjiu in front of her, not moving at all. At this moment, she still looked pale and beautiful, like a stunning female corpse, but because her body had already been repaired, her brows no longer had the gloomy and coldness of the secluded grave, but she had gained a little more popularity.

Holding a toothpaste, eating and drinking unintentionally, with a pair of wonderful eyes that are as cold as stars, looking at the figure beside the throne from a distance, but looking at Pei Ling with all his attention.

At this time, Si Hongqing had already strode through most of the Dao lineage steps, and not far away was the throne of the sect master floating in the void!

On the cloud platform on the left, Pei Ling quietly looked at the red dress.

Today, when Si Hongqing ascended the throne, the patriarch "Fuqiong" will take a copy of the patriarch's inheritance in the inheritance hall and give it to him.

This move is to ensure the smooth progress of this immortal road. After all, his current cultivation strength is much higher than that of Si Hongqingyan.

And when Si Hongqing accepted the inheritance and all the rituals were fulfilled, he would challenge the new suzerain in public.

Si Hongqing will never refuse him!

This battle is the real purpose of the eight sects!

After the war is over, we have to find a desolate place to break through the calamity, and then invite the ancestor "Fuqiong" to go with him to protect him and prevent the system from giving random gifts...

Thinking of this, Si Hongqing took the last step, tucked up his sleeves, and sat on the throne that symbolized the lord of the Ming Dynasty.

The next moment, the deep and wide hall appeared from the sky, and the world here was suddenly dim.

Countless soul lamps sink and float, like the sea.

Hundreds of picture scrolls appeared above the ocean of soul lamps. The darkness was unclear, but the pressure was surging, making the entire Chongming Sect silent for a while.

Inheritance Hall is now!

Si Hongqing only felt dazed for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the hall.

A soul lamp hangs high in front of him, and the picture scroll in the distance is thick and simple, and the atmosphere is vast.

Suddenly, a pitch-black throne appeared on the soul lamp, the shabby robes and the seemingly desperation gathered together, the "Fu Qiang" Patriarch raised his hand. In the seemingly endless desolation and silence, a pair of cold and domineering eyes disappeared like a flash in the pan.

Immediately afterwards, the picture scroll moved slightly, and a thumb-sized skull floated out.

The skull is white, and in the dark eye sockets, there is a soul fire slowly beating.

It fluttered, crossed thousands of soul lamps, and fell to Si Hong Qingyan.

Pei Ling was slightly surprised, and immediately recognized that it was the inheritance of the "Hengxie" Patriarch.

Last night, he entered the inheritance hall and was brought into the secret place of the sect by the patriarch "Fuqiong". He had seen the portraits of the patriarchs, the portraits of the patriarch "Hengxie", among the many patriarchs, he was particularly powerful!

Although it is said that this patriarch is a failure of ascension, but... he has been for sixty-four calamities!