I Just Want To Be Quiet

Seeing the eight factions without exception, all agreed, Su Lijing's expression was slightly stunned, and then frowned soon.

Pei Ling's strength is too strong!

Knowing that they have no chance of winning, the Eight Schools would rather give out a share of Taoism than let their carefully cultivated disciples be lost on the blood ladder of the ten thousand races.

Knowing that this kind of thing can't be too impatient, Su Lijing thought for a moment, and saw that Peiling took another step forward. He was already only nine blood ladders away from the blood seat of the Saint Child. Suddenly he laughed and looked towards the Ravenous Dynasty. , Said loudly: "Wu Wang, Pei Ling is young and frivolous, has entered the territory of the noble dynasty many times, massacred the city and annihilated the clan, a few days ago, he almost cooked the wife of the lord of the city in public."

"Now this disciple is climbing on the blood ladder of the ten thousand races. He doesn't even have a guardian, but the Gui dynasty dare not even avenge him. It would be a loss of imperial dignity."

"Furthermore, if it was spread out, wouldn't it also make those slaughtered people and the city lord's wife feel discouraged?"

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Jiuyi Mountain again and smiled slightly, "I heard that on the day Jiuyi Mountain arrived in Mizong, he had asked about the challenge of the blood ladder. Pei Ling is now a powerful person, which is consumed by the blood ladder of the ten thousand races. Eight or eight, there is not much left."

"Jiuyi Mountain is in vain as the leader of the false Taoism, why? Isn't it afraid now?"

Afterwards, Su Lijing said to the swordsman of the Sword Sect of Cold Darkness, "Sword Sect of Cold Darkness asks the disciples of Sword Sect to be pure in mind, and there are ten thousand ways in the world. Only one sword, one sword, can break ten thousand ways!"

"However, the meeting is not as well-known as the dignified sword repair. Facing a disciple of our sect who is already at the end of the war, I dare not move forward and dare not challenge. With such a heart, what else can I talk about going forward and breaking the law?"

"Just fold the natal sword, sell the sword spirit to the holy cult as training resources, and go back to the world to be a rich man."

"Although Yanxi City is in a remote place, it is known for its bravery and daring to fight, but when I see it today, one generation is inferior to one generation. Where is the bravery of the past?"

"Su Zhentian...hehe! They are all delicate women, with a realm of cultivation and no strength. Rather than supporting the portal hard, it is better for Hezong to take refuge in my holy sect, surrender Tianji and true biography, and serve as a furnace for Pei Ling. never mind……"

Su Lijing sat in the main seat and talked eloquently, and finally said, "Today, my Zongzhen passed that Pei Ling was promoted to the position of the saint son.

"Come here, spread this thing all over the world, with the reputation of the five pseudo-daos, testify of the prestige of my holy sect, Tianjiao!"

In the face of Su Lijing's straightforward provocation, Zhengdao looked very ugly on the one hand.

Su Zhentian's imperial dress sister who came with Chu Yushang couldn't help but angrily said: "No matter how much Pei Ling dares to fight and can fight, how his reputation can compare with Su Sect Master Su's broad mind, and it can admire the world even more. !"

Hearing this, Su Lijing frowned, knowing that Su Zhentian was saying nothing good, but he didn't know what went wrong, so he thought about it, and quickly conveyed to Su Qianya, Su's Patriarch: " Has something happened in the clan recently that I don't know about?"

Today's grand ceremony of the saint son's reign is really the grand occasion of the holy sect, and Su Qianya and the Su clan's high-level officials are of course also in the seat.

It's just that the three Saints' families each have a platform, and only the ancestors who have left the customs will accompany them in the main position.

At this moment, Su Qianya and the Su Clan’s senior leaders were drinking sullen wine on a platform next to the theme. At this moment, he suddenly heard the suzerain’s voice transmission question, he was slightly startled, and he reacted randomly, muffled voice transmission. Said: "Something happened, Zhenhe was killed!"

"Although there is no evidence, I can already be sure that the person who started it must be the Li family!"

Su Zhenhe was killed by the Li family?

Su Lijing's complexion remained unchanged, and his heart suddenly dismissed a smile.

I thought it was a major event, but it turned out to be just a dead biography.

This is certainly a shame for Su Clan, but for Su Qianya, besides the shame, there is also the pain of losing a child.

But Su Zhenhe is not his Su Lijing's son, and he has nothing to regret about his aptitude and temperament. How much can this junior's death have to do with him?

False Dao is false Dao, narrow-minded, small intestines, and all of them are polite and hypocritical.

Such a small matter made them feel so restless that they didn't even dare to send their disciples up the blood ladder to challenge... It's so ridiculous!

Thinking of this, Su Lijing immediately replied: "The heart and chest of this seat has always been so wide. It's true, and it's too petty to use such trivial things to insinuate."

Su Zhentian's imperial female Xiu was choked, and she couldn't speak for a long time. In the end, it was Su Zhentian's later ancestor. Murong Jixue said in a deep voice, "Admire!"

Afterwards, he glanced at the female nun in the imperial costume and motioned to Qi not to talk any more.

At the same time, everyone looked at Su Lijing's gaze, and they were shocked. Then, the other four sects on the right way side also said, "Su Sect Master has the atmosphere."

"Sect Master Su is magnanimous, I am ashamed of waiting."

"For this kind of mind, I'll be convinced."

"The saint is alive, the realm is about this..."

Su Lijing felt that something was wrong again, and then he asked the ancestor Li through his voice: "What happened?"

The old ancestor Li's complexion remained unchanged, and the sound transmission replied calmly: "It's nothing. By the way, the lord, after the ceremony is over, the old man intends to betroth the hunting moon to Pei Ling, and also invites the lord, the wife of the lord, and the people of the eight factions. , All stayed for a wedding drink."

Su Lijing was startled, and immediately said briefly: "Definitely."

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Ten thousand blood ladder.

The demon roars, the ghost whispers, and the blood lingers, the flesh and blood fly!

Pei Ling felt as if the whole body was filled with lead, and every step he walked was extremely heavy and extremely difficult.

The last ten blood ladders were even more difficult than all the previous blood ladders combined.

Not only that, as he climbed here all the way, his state had already slipped from the peak, and his thoughts, reactions, and remaining mana had dropped too much.

At this moment, a huge figure stood in front of him slowly, lingering with the breath of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

It is Long Bo alien!

Pei Ling's long sword swung out, the sword roared, booming...

After a while, the war ended and Pei Ling successfully passed the challenge of this blood ladder. He stepped again and stepped onto the bottom eighth blood ladder.

During the whole process, he kept a mind to deal with the surprise attacks of the eight factions at any time.

It's just that, I don't know if the time has come, or what other reasons, the eight factions of the truth have been on hold until now, and there hasn't even been a test.

The moment he stepped on the eighth blood ladder from the bottom, a small and strange figure appeared, a foreign race with snake-like ears.

After the opponent appeared, he didn't hesitate at all, and shot directly to kill Pei Ling.