I Just Want To Be Quiet

Toward the palace.

Partial palace.

Dresses were scattered all over the floor.

The rapid gasp made the dim hall full of fiery atmosphere.

On the cloud-like gauze tent, the shadows and shadows reflect the convoluted moon branch. On the plain satin, the long black hair is scattered like satin, and the appearance of snow-skinned flowers is more and more obvious.

Li Lieyue's starry eyes half closed, and two flushes appeared on his plain face at some unknown time.

Sakura lips are slightly arched, and the water is shining.

The slender waist is being firmly pressed by a pair of arms on the 氍毹, like buying a boat on the sea, carrying ups and downs, ups and downs.

The ultimate sense of suspense, flooding like a tide.

People can't help but want to sink into it, and stay drunk.

After a long while, the hall gradually fell silent.

I don't know when, Li Lieyue, who was forced to lean against the wall of the palace, gasped slightly, recalling the experience just now, astonished in her heart: "Fate...curse power..."

Only the means to deprive others of their fate, Shengzong also has some control.

But under normal circumstances, monks are not ghosts, and it is difficult to digest the lives of others.

At most, they occupy the cultivation experience and memory of the original master of the fate, but whether they can truly master these depends on the individual's aptitude.

And the secluded grave opportunity that Junior Brother Pei got this time is indeed good luck.

These life patterns are extremely pure, and they are all non-owner life patterns. The most important thing is that they can be perfected and refined!

For the monk, the fate can truly reflect the importance, after the **** is transformed.

Transforming gods is the realm above Yuan Ying.

Under Yuan Ying, the function of fate is just to increase longevity, rejuvenate, and miraculously survive when suffering some mortal injuries...

In addition, if the refining is not the fate of the monk, but the fate of the monk, then part of the monk's practice experience and memory can be inherited.

If it is perfect refining, then it can truly inherit everything from the original owner of the fate.

Including talent.

Of course, the big sects, and even some monks with special opportunities, have a shelter in their fate, and under normal circumstances, even if they are killed, they cannot take their fate.

As for the curse power...

It can strengthen the soul!

Li Lieyue majored in Soul Dao, and the curse power was a great tonic for her.

very nice!

The opportunity that Junior Brother Pei got this time will allow her to break through the late Nascent Soul stage ahead of time and prepare to transform her into a god!

At this time, Pei Ling stood up halfway and saw that Senior Sister Li's eyes were slightly closed and her expression was slightly intoxicated.

"But I only divided you a little bit, it should be too conservative..."

Hearing this, Li Lieyue opened her eyes, raised her arm around Pei Ling's neck, and said, "Then practice in an unconservative way."

Pei Ling immediately said: "Okay! Sister, you are lying on that wooden chair, I will tie you with a rope, you must not break free, and then I will be behind you..."

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A few days later.

The depths of Mingzong.

On the Jiuxiao, which is far away from the valley where Si Hongqing is located.

The majestic palace is suspended out of thin air, clouds cover the mist, looming, several bone dragons like mountains circling twists and turns in the clouds, wandering uncertainly, rolling up waves of clouds and fog.

main hall.

The golden brick pavement is lined with Zhu Zhu.

On the ninety-nine layer of Danchi, there is a black throne.

Behind the throne is a 16-fold screen carved with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Two maidservants with blond hair and golden eyes, holding ritual fans made of golden Luan bird's tail feathers, stand with their heads down. Behind their ears, there was a cluster of golden feathers showing the same color as their long-haired eyes, brilliant and gorgeous, emitting powerful fluctuations.

It's just that this fluctuation at this moment does not have the slightest sense of existence in the temple.

It's all because the one who stands high above the throne is the current Sect Master of the Chongming Sect!

The breath of the whole body is like a great abyss, arbitrarily swallowing and flowing. His face was faintly divine, indistinguishable, and he could only feel chaotic and obscure, and he was concentrating on cultivating.

Beneath the Danchi, hundreds of beautiful and foreign women dressed in various dresses, all dressed in gorgeous costumes, surrounded by green beads, kneeling on the ground in a compliant posture, holding their breath, not daring to be disturbed.

After a while, the Sovereign took a sudden action, slowly regaining his power, and said: "Bring people in."

Underneath a shark girl with a tulle face and her skin that can be broken by a bomb hurriedly got up and paid her respects before she said coquettishly, "Yes."

She curled up and left, and not long after, she led a young and handsome monk in brocade into the house. This monk was Su Zhenhe, the son of the Su clan!

The lord tilted her head slightly, and many foreign maids hurriedly bowed to salute, and then quietly retreated.

"Sect Master." Su Zhenhe knelt down and bowed respectfully to Dan Chi.

"Did the clan send you here?" Sect Master nodded lightly and asked immediately.

He is of a similar origin to Su Zhenhe, and he is also the son of the Su family.

But in today's realm, the family can give him less and less.

On the contrary, there are more and more places that need his help.

Therefore, although the suzerain is a direct bloodline of the Su clan, the last thing I don't want to see right now is the Su clan.

Because it means that there must be something troublesome.

Su Zhenhe lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Sect Master was not surprised. Although Su Zhenhe was the true biography of the Saint Sect and the protagonist of the Su clan, he was still not qualified to bother him whether it was his status, status or cultivation base.

Dare to come and find him, it must be the arrangement of the clan.

At the moment, the suzerain asked: "What's the matter?"

Su Zhenhe settled his mind: "The clan wants to ask the suzerain to take action to help the uncle's grandson seize the position of the saint son."

To seize the seat of the Son?

Sect Master seemed to frown slightly, with a thought, he had already contacted his confidant, quickly understood the general situation, and immediately snorted coldly.

In this generation, three younger generations, the strongest of the nine Li family is Li Lieyue; Si Hong has no one, and supports a foreigner named Zhou Miaoli. The two are vying for the position of the saint.

After Su Zhenhe became a true biography, there was no opponent.

The position of the Son can be said to be something in the bag.

But now, a new disciple who has been born in a humble background and has only been in the Holy Sect for a few years, has caused the other party to be in such a mess, using the power of the clan to ask for it!

At the moment that Pei Ling's cultivation base hasn't caught up with Su Zhenhe, Su Zhenhe has already come over in advance to request a high-level Sect Master to take action. It can be seen that the heart has been lost, so what is next?

Seeing that the Sect Master hadn't spoken for a long time, Su Zhenhe spoke again tentatively: "Sect Master, in fact, Madam had met Pei Ling before, if she had acted..."

"Idiot!" Sovereign reprimanded coldly, "I count on others for everything, my Su family, my holy sect, I worked hard to cultivate you, whether I cultivated the peerless arrogance of the same generation, or the embroidery that can't support the wall. pillow?!"

"The weak and strong food is the fundamental way for my holy sect to establish a sect."

"As a son of the Su family, you have been highly valued for cultivation since you were young, and your starting point has been higher than that of your fellow students."

"Even so, you still lose to that Pei Ling. This can only show that you are too wasteful, and you are not a real arrogant!"

"Holy Son Jianzuo, just like the saint's righteous position, he needs to climb the blood ladder of the ten thousand races under the witness of many fellows in order to accept the top inheritance of my holy sect."

"You are afraid of Pei Ling today, Zhang Ling tomorrow, and Li Ling the next day... With the power of the Su Clan, you can naturally solve it for you."

"But where is the blood ladder of the ten thousand races?"

"Where are the witnesses of Samsara Tower, Tianshengjiao, and Wushi Villa?"

"Su Clan can also make them shut up and pretend to be blind?"

"Since the Son of God is inherited, you simply don't have the ability to get it, and forcibly competing for the position of Son of God, what's the point besides being embarrassed?"