"Kakaka…"

Accompanied by a sour movement, the cold wind mixed with water vapor rushed to the face.

A hoarse and obscure voice read: "Nine!"

As soon as the words fell, Pei Ling opened his eyes immediately, but saw the dim yellow sky falling into the sky, and the faint blue flames scattered and danced, illuminating the barren fields.

And he was lying alone in a dark coffin, beside the coffin, stood a man in black robe tightly wrapped from head to toe.

The face of the other party is hidden in the shadow of the hood, and you can't see the slightest details.

Pei Ling immediately stood up and stepped out of the coffin.

The coffin floated on the water surface, and the water was vast in all directions, and there was no shadow of the second station at all. This was a completely unfamiliar place.

The turbid yellow river was flowing, and there was nothing in the whole world. It seemed that there was only this coffin, but the figures of Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan disappeared without a trace.

The man in black robe raised his hand and took out a lantern the size of a human head. Inside there was a faint blue fire. Different from the lantern provided by the man in black robe at the first station, this lantern also vaguely revealed A little blood color, the more embarrassing. . .

He handed the lantern to Pei Ling and said in a hoarse voice, "Get on the boat."

"Go to the next stop."

Pei Ling took the lantern, and when the chill entered his palm, the river beside him tumbled abruptly, and large strands of air bubbles rose from the bottom of the river. Floating quietly in front of him.

Pei Ling nodded slightly and said to the man in black robe, "Your Excellency You Lao."

The man in black robe stood motionless on the water and said, "It's time to go."

Pei Ling nodded and said, "Okay."

The man in black robe stopped making a sound, still maintaining his posture on the water, sinking into the river inch by inch along with the opened coffin.

Pei Ling didn't hesitate any longer and stepped onto the awning boat with a lantern.

When he stepped on the deck, the Wu Peng boat automatically left the waters without wind.

With the sound of the water rushing, the boat was like a shuttle, splitting the turbid yellow water, and then went away.

The surface of the river soon returned to calm, and the river was surging, as always.

After a while, a figure in a black blouse and a yellow skirt appeared quietly, without much stopping, only a little discernment, and followed in Pei Ling's direction.

After a while, above the water, a slender figure in colorful clothes and a Chinese skirt fell.

The water was surging, and in the gloomy wind, the branches with light pink double-petaled flowers swayed gently. Meng Hongxuan raised her head lightly, looking forward to the moment, she also fled in the direction Pei Ling left.

The river flows as before, and huge shadows float from the bottom of the river.

Soon, a figure with a strange shape and a chaotic atmosphere surfaced and chased after the Wu Peng ship.

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The sky is vast, cloudy like a rainy evening.

As if there was some invisible pressure, it collapsed heavily, covering the top of the head all the time.

The Wu Peng boat moved forward rapidly in the sound of the water, and the yin wind mixed with inexplicable mourning rushed to the face.

Pei Ling stood on the deck of the boat, looking at the water with a calm expression.

This big river that doesn't know where it comes from and where it flows. The color of the water is the turbid yellow chaos of the creek after the rainstorm. The color is like the yellow earth without grass and trees, and there is no reflection at all.

Suddenly, Pei Ling noticed something, and immediately raised his head and looked forward.

In the river in front, three figures of different heights floated up.

These three figures, one is a green robe with a slow belt, and a leather-striped cloth shoe. The demeanor and squares imply the meaning of being clear and out of the dust, holding a whisk, and they are immortal; one is a blue shirt and soap boots, carrying a long sword, waist The back is straight and straight, and the sword is awe-inspiring; one is fully armored, and his temperament is cold and hard, and one person is in front of him.

Jiuyi Mountain, Cold Dark Sword Sect, Yanxi City…

The three returned to the late stage!

Pei Ling's expression immediately became solemn, he flipped his right hand, and instantly held the Nine Soul Saber in his hand.

The next moment, the monks of Jiuyi Mountain folded their hands together, and a huge mountain shadow appeared out of thin air, as if the sky was falling, directly pressing down on Pei Ling.

boom! !

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The depths of the Wanhai Sea.

The sea is like ink, unfathomable.

An island full of red and white roses, quietly crawling on the sea, with dark rose branches and leaves, seems to be the darkest night. The petals are red like blood, white is better than snow, and the red and white contrast is shocking.

In the center of the island, the towering giant mulberry branches and leaves are swirling, and there are faint golden colors mixed in them. It is treacherous and powerful, covering the entire secluded tomb.

At this moment, the three figures flew backwards from the Yousu Tomb.

The person in the center is full of clear light and faint, with agile and pure energy. Although his temples are slightly frosted, his appearance is middle-aged, and his appearance is not concealed. On the right is a long eyebrow, handsome and resolute, wearing a green shirt and mans shoes, and carrying a long sword in a black sheath without any fancy, tall and straight like a green pine.

The three were Zakui Yueji, Fu Xuanxu and Ning Wuye.

At this moment, their faces are stiff, their eyes are slack, like puppets, and they are quickly away from Yousu Tomb in a backward posture.

Suddenly, a figure as fast as electricity came flying from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the three of them.

Among the three, Fu Xuanxu and Ning Wuye seemed to be unaware, still maintaining their previous posture, and continued to move backwards to leave the island covered by the giant mulberry, but finally Kui Yueji suddenly turned his head and looked at the person who came.

However, he saw that it was an old man with a crane cloak, the aura around his body was restrained like that of a mortal, and only a pair of eyes were completely black, like a demon and a ghost, very treacherous.

It is the union of the human race!

Ji Kui Yueji watched silently, without any movement, and continued to go backwards into the distance.

At the same time, the old man Hechuang also looked sideways at the three of them.

His pure black eyes swept across Fu Xuanxu and Ning Wuye, but when he saw that the end of the sun was getting more and more thorns, his eyes instantly became extremely dignified... The breath of You Su Tomb!

And not ordinary dead!

Without any action, Li Xin withdrew his gaze and continued to fly towards You Su Tomb.

Soon, the two sides passed by, but no one wanted to shoot.

The Tomb of You Su is getting closer and closer, the branches and leaves of the giant mulberry, the dark rose thorns, and the red and white flowers seem to be within reach.

At some point, Li Xin's figure suddenly turned into a shadow and escaped into it.

The thick white mist gushed over the sky and covered the earth, surging like a huge wave swallowing the boat.

In the white fog, Li Xin's figure slowly emerged.

He was standing in a moss-covered swamp. There was mist in all directions, and only the rustling sound came from far and near.

Li Xin's expression did not change, he held a tactic in his hand, quickly identified the direction, and immediately went to the previous restaurant.

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