I Just Want To Be Quiet

Eternal night desert.

In the darkness that seemed to be substantial, a figure walked out slowly.

The long grass separates, and when the vines are hanging down, there are some traces of the boat.

Peiling stood not far away, looking at the broken ark in front of him. This place was the entrance where he followed Ji Changfu, the young master of the Tianshengjiao, into the desert of Yongye when he came. He still remembers that the place where the ark crashed was an extremely barren Gobi. Except for the sparse splendens, there were many snakes and insects. Sand and gravel hidden by rats and ants.

But at this moment, the Baicao Quanyu is bleak and bleak. If it weren't for the ark full of weeds, vines, and moss, there would be no trace of the past.

The surrounding area is dark, and I don’t distinguish between the north and the south. Even if Pei Ling has turned into a god, his vision is still greatly restricted and he can’t perceive the outside world. It can only barely perceive through the [Devil Controlling the Demon’s Blood] that Yuxuezhao is just ahead. The other party has left the desert of Yongye!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling used the [Cicada Breath Technique] to converge her breath, and once again used [Five Ghosts Tian Luo Dun], the figure disappeared from a distance.

【Five Ghosts Tian Luo Dun】is the signature escape method of Chong Mingzong. It is known that there is nowhere to go from Qingming to Netherworld. It’s just that now Pei Ling seems to be standing near the entrance of the Yongye Desert, but [Five Ghosts Tian Luo Dun] flew for about half an hour, and the surrounding darkness disappeared as if suddenly wiped out. The sky is dim, and many high-ranking monks are forming a ball!

Immediately afterwards, before Pei Ling could react, the stone towers far and near had already locked it, the array pattern was shining, and countless gray arrows shot frantically.

Pei Ling suddenly felt his hair horrified, and instinctively warned him immediately and couldn't let this kind of gray arrow hit! But he had just escaped from the desert of Yongye, the arrow came so fast, but there was no time to dodge, and he grasped the hilt of the Jiupai Dao and was about to make a move, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning.

After the surrounding scenery changed drastically, when I saw it clearly, it had already appeared in a palace of bones.

The palace is magnificent and magnificent. Although traces of human bones and skins can be seen everywhere, it does not hide the luxury and splendor.

On the Dan Chi facing him, is a large throne. Si Hongqing wears a double-knife bun, with beads encircling the green, showing the ginkgo leaf myrobalan, a light pink tutu skirt, and a white ribbon. The slender waist is drawn with a full grip, and it is covered with a brocade and red crepe wide-sleeved gown with placket.

The gown material is light and soft, and it is difficult to cover the snowy skin and jade skin.

At this moment, among the slender and soft cats, he was holding on to a black feather fan, lightly touching the snowy cheeks, it became more deceptive and brilliant. Si Hongqing's eyes waved, but on the jade face, there was a frosty look, coldly looking down at Peiling.

On the ground not far away, Yu Xuezhao fell down, her breath was stable, but the same as last time, she had passed out in a coma.

Peiling's expression changed.

At the same time, both the righteous and the devil noticed that someone came out of the desert of Yongye, but the divine thought hurriedly swept through, and when they saw that they were the newly promoted saint son of the Chongming Sect, they lost interest.

The two sides are now competing for the final Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye, it is about the transformation of the gods, how important is it, where is there to think about such a small role?

Boom boom boom...

As time went by, the auras of Junkui Yuejiu and Ning Wuye became weaker and weaker. Seeing this situation, the two sides shot more fiercely, the violent aura scattered, wind and sand billowed, covering the sky and the sun.

The protective runes on the Bone Palace kept lighting up to block the impact.

In the palace, Pei Ling looked at the icy-looking Sect Master’s wife in front of him, quickly calmed down, and respectfully saluted: "Disciple Pei Ling, see Madam."

He doesn't know what happened outside, but the two realities of Zheng Mo are fiercely fighting, and even his disciple, who has just stepped out of the desert of Eternal Night, has been attacked by the reincarnation tower. In this case, the lady of the sovereign has taken action Moving him to hide in the palace, I guess he wouldn't be attacked at this moment, the Saint Son of the Heavy Mingzong.

Si Hongqing looked down at him, with an awe-inspiring expression, and exclaimed: "Bold Peiling! You didn't know how to condense the pill before, so in the face of the Eight Sects, you openly collected the burial palace! Then you and the saint The women held the ceremony of the Taoist couple. As soon as the ceremony dissipated, they were in your cave again, in front of your **** demon fox, and once again collected the main palace..."

"These two hatreds of divination are not shared!"

"My palace has finally stabilized its cultivation base these days. This time, it will definitely make you shameless, and you will not be able to survive or die!"

Without waiting for Pei Ling's reaction, Si Hongqing made a sudden move, and countless blood-colored threads instantly restrained Pei Ling's body.

Then he raised his hand and pulled Peiling to his side in an instant. With a thought, a flail made of spirit wood suddenly appeared beside the throne.

A stand-up cage is a standing cage with a mouth on the top of the cage, which is used to fit the prisoner's neck so that he can stand day and night, leading to death. It can also place objects under the prisoners' feet, set them up and remove them, so that the prisoners hang in the air and die. Of course, for monks, this kind of punishment is not enough to die.

But there are countless runes engraved around the standing flail. Once it is flailed into it, I am afraid that all of them will be banned, just like ordinary people.

And around the flails, the iron thorns were also specially refined, and on the cage pillars, there is also a place where the shackles are.

Once imprisoned, I am afraid that he would not dared to twist and turn [Note].

Seeing this scene clearly, Pei Ling's expression changed, and she began to struggle subconsciously. Originally thought that Si Hongqing's method would not be possible to break free even with the strength of his current cultivation base of the God of Myriad Tribulations. However, he only used a little force at this moment to break all the blood lines!

The power of these blood lines, I am afraid that even an ordinary Nascent Soul monk could not be restrained.

At this moment, Si Hongqing directly applied to his body. The clothes were light and soft, and accompanied by the delicate fragrance, the warmth came in an instant, and the snow-skinned flowers were charming and touchable, soft and moist, as in the clouds.

Si Hongqing's beautiful eyes were half-opened, but his mouth was angrily reprimanded: "Peiling! Do you dare!"

Pei Ling was stunned, and immediately understood that, yes, his cultivation base was too low, but he had just turned into a god, and he couldn't resist the Sect Master's wife at all!

He is a victim!

Therefore, Pei Ling tore apart Si Hongqing's clothes very roughly, pushed him into the sill, restrained her wrists with the shackles, and then lifted the slender, round and white thighs of the other party...

Si Hongqing was angry and scolded again and again: "Peiling! What are you doing?! This palace is the wife of the sect master, and the sect master of the sect has a wife!"

"A disciple of you, dare to humiliate me again and again?!"

"I really thought you were the Son of God, so I can't deal with you anymore?!"

"If this matter is known to the Sect Master... it will definitely not spare you!"

"You... ah... you stop now, you still have time... too late... ah..."

Si Hongqing yelled angrily while actively cooperating with Pei Ling's actions. This time, she didn't even have a symbolic resistance.

After all, outsiders can’t see it, so why bother?

[Note] Lisang related, from Baidu Encyclopedia. The instrument of torture here is the "improved" version of Wei Zhongxian.