I Just Want To Be Quiet

At this moment, Su Lijing's gentle voice came from the main seat: "Pei Ling, the disciple of our sect, has already ascended to the seat of the holy son."

"Dear fellow daoists, please testify for them."

The eight factions did not hesitate at all, the ancestor of the natural teaching immediately shot a little light, and fell on Pei Ling's **** crown. Suddenly, all the beads were shining and moisturized, and Pei Ling felt that the entire aura of the crown was dignified and strong. .

Just listen to the ancestor of the Tianshengjiao say slowly: "The Tianshengjiao, today witnessed the true biography of the Chongmingzong, Pei Ling climbed the blood ladder of the ten thousand races, ascended the position of the saint son, and congratulated him with Taoism."

Immediately afterwards, the ancestor of the Samsara Tower also gave a faint light, and said dullly: "The Samsara Tower is a testimony to the newly promoted saint son of the Chongming Sect."

Afterwards, it was the old ancestor Xuanzhu of Wushi Mountain Villa. He shot a little light, a little bigger than the Tianshengjiao and the Reincarnation Tower. , To break the falsehood!"

There is no hesitation in the five sects of the right way. The ancestors of Jiuyi Mountain are separated from the heavy fog, and a little far away, the Tao Yun has already melted into the **** mianyu, and said in a deep voice: "Jiuyi Mountain promises."

"Su Zhentian promised."

"Han Dark Sword Sect promised."

"The Ravenous Dynasty promised."

"Yanxi City promises."

After a while, hand over all eight Dao Yun.

The breath of the blood seat of the Saint Child became more violent and domineering, and Pei Ling felt that the power poured into his body became more and more majestic. With just a few fingers, he returned to his heyday, and his cultivation level was still rising.

It didn't take long for him to feel that a certain level in his body was loosened, and he had entered the middle stage of Yuanying from the early stage of Yuanying.

At the same time, the system went online quickly: "Ding Dong! Check that the host cultivation base reaches the middle stage of Yuan Ying, and the system will give away a Taoist companion for free..."

"Ding Dong! The failure of the last donation was detected, this time we will give it seven times for free..."

Pei Ling was shocked, and in the next moment, he had already lost control of his body and was controlled by the system to suddenly stand up from the blood seat of the Saint Child!

However, just as his figure moved slightly and was about to rush towards the main position, a powerful force came from the side, pushing him back to the blood seat, and he felt a slight knock on his head. .

Accompanied by the system: "Ding Dong! An external attack has been detected, and this training is over. Thanks to the host for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click hosting, soaring without worries! Looking forward to your sharing of the training evaluation, please give five-star praise if you are satisfied..."

Pei Ling's ears heard the solemn voice of the supervisory palace master: "Before the inheritance is over, don't get up!"

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of the Supervisory Hall declared: "The Son of this generation is already in the right position, everyone, congratulate my Saint Zong, there are successors, Zong Zuo is long!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, many aristocratic families, disciples, and vassals responded: "He Shengzong, there are successors, Zong Zuo is long!"

The two true teachings of Zheng Mo, high-ranking monks, were silent, and even some of the disciples' eyes were a little dazed.

Amidst the noise, the deep and wide hall appeared out of nowhere, and the starlights of life soul lamps hovered high and low, like the powerful life fire in the sky, causing many low-level monks to bow their heads and dare not look directly.

Or sitting cross-legged on a futon, or reclining on a cloud bed, or relying on a small table, or a figure lying in the tent... floating in the air.

"Holy Son Peiling, enter the Hall of Inheritance, and pay homage to the ancestors!" The Lord of the Supervisory Hall looked at Peiling and ordered in a deep voice.

With a lingering fear, Peiling paused, then stood up, tidied his robes, and walked into the Guangdian.

Deep and wide, the life and soul lamp in front of you is like a long river spanning the sky.

I don't know where tens of thousands of miles.

This is the first time Pei Ling has entered this place. When he entered the sect, although he had lit the fate soul lamp here, at that time, he was just standing outside and giving a glimpse of it.

At this moment, only by walking in it can you feel that this Guangdian is more profound and huge than imagined.

The hall was pitch black, and only the light of the life soul lamp illuminates the square inch of the ground.

It was very quiet here, there was no sound, only the sound of Pei Ling's footsteps echoed in the empty hall.

The strange thing is that Pei Ling is outside, and he can see clearly that all the ancestors have appeared.

But here, except for the darkness and the life soul lamp, nothing can be seen.

He was puzzled in his heart, and subconsciously walked towards the depths.

As he walked, the concepts of time and space were all confused...I don't know how long I have been here, how many roads I have traveled, and suddenly, those figures seen from the outside world finally appeared in front of him again.

This time, it was no longer the shadows that were separated by an unknown distance, but clearly presented in front of him, only a few minutes away from him.

Even so, Peiling exhausted his eyes, but could not identify their figures and faces.

He clearly saw it very clearly, but as long as he turned his gaze away, even for an instant, he would completely forget it.

Pei Ling was surprised and knelt down: "Disciple Pei Ling, pay homage to the ancestors."

"Holy son Pei Ling." The figure in the center, with a kind tone, with a little appreciation and love for outstanding younger generations, said in a soft tone, "Come on."

Pei Ling Yiyan stepped forward, and suddenly felt a palm, gently pressing the top of his head.

In an instant, countless ancient and simple murmurs sounded in his ears, and he was suddenly in a trance, his eyes lost, and he was completely plunged into this unspeakable, unknowable and unspeakable whisper...

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outside world.

Seeing the newly promoted saint son Pei Ling stepping into the inheritance hall, his figure disappeared instantly, the saint son's blood seat, also gradually disappeared, the people of the eight factions all breathed a long sigh of relief.

They were about to say goodbye, but they saw Su Lijing looking around and saying loudly: "Please stay for a while. Next, there will be a happy event."

"Pei Ling, the son of this sect, and Li hunting the moon, the saint of this generation, will hold the ceremony of Taoist couples later."

"Please also move forward, have a glass of wedding wine, and witness for the newcomers."

Hearing that, not only the eight factions were shocked this time, even Si Hongqing suddenly turned his face away, looking at Su Lijing in disbelief!

The ancestor Ji Chi, who was born to teach this trip, quickly transmitted the voice to the ancestors of the Li family: "Brother Li, a good method! When did you plan to succeed in your plan to cross many elders and control your suzerain as a puppet?"

"Why did Brother Ji say this?" The ancestor Li replied in a calm voice, "You already know this, so you don't need to talk about it. Forcing the disciple, in the final analysis, Pei Ling is also a victim, I still have the face of Li Shi..."

Before the ancestors of the Li family finished speaking, Ji Chi directly interrupted via voice transmission: "Brother Li, are you making a mistake? Si Hongqing has always had eyes above the top, and even Su Lijing's background is right with her. Even the top sect masters still look down upon them, how can it be possible to force the lower disciples?"

"On the same day, it was clearly Pei Ling who had forcibly adopted Si Hongqing, and he was still in front of my eight true school disciples!"

"Otherwise, how could he congeal the baby so quickly at a young age? Moreover, he is still a top-grade fairy baby!"