At this time, the blue-shirted sword Xiu immediately got up from the bed, and immediately disregarded the injury, and quickly clenched his hands.

In an instant, dense sword qi appeared in the whole room, and the sword qi was like a school of swimming fish, floating in the air incomparably agile.

Jianxiu shouted in a cold and rigid voice, "Cut!"

All the sword energy instantly escaped into the void and disappeared.

Immediately, Pei Ling felt a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart, his heart throbbed uncontrollably, and there were waves of premonitions, as if the next moment, he would be cut by a thousand swords...

But at this moment, under the control of the system, he opened his mouth again without making any sound, as if he spit out a vague and cold word.

Just like before, a strange order enveloped this space.

Everything in the house started to go backwards.

All the sword qi that escaped into the void reappeared, just like a group of fish in the sea, only flashed, and then all disappeared again and disappeared.

Not far away, the blue-shirted swordsman withdrew his hand gesture, and then lay back on the bed. . .

Pei Ling raised his hand and played a tactic that was exactly the same as Jian Xiu just now. In the whole room, the sword qi that was cruising like a school of fish appeared again, but this time, all the sword qi, sharp as a forest, were pointing at the blue shirt sword. build.

Silently, all the sword energy escaped into the void.

Jianxiu, like Pei Ling just now, did not make any defenses throughout the process.

puff puff puff...

The next moment, a dense blood hole suddenly appeared on Jianxiu's body. The sword intent was indiscriminate, filling the wound, preventing the body's self-healing. The bedding under him was soaked.

The treacherous order quietly disappeared.

Even though He Dao cultivator was powerful in his life, he suffered two unprepared blows from his own power twice in a row, and the blue shirt sword cultivator instantly fell into a situation where he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Jianxiu stopped moving, and his rapidly weakening aura suddenly became weaker, like a candle in the wind, it seemed that it would be completely extinguished anytime, anywhere.

Pei Ling suddenly felt that on the silk thread, Jian Xiu's fate, like a flood, surging into his body.

The injury on his body is also recovering at a faster rate, and his breath is getting stronger and stronger.

Correspondingly, the aura of the sword cultivator is getting weaker and weaker.

Soon, Pei Ling's injury fully recovered, and he was full of energy, and he had returned to his peak state.

The figure of Jianxiu in the blue shirt became illusory and transparent, and finally dissipated like a broken bubble.

Its original flying sword is still on Pei Ling's back, but there is no sign of losing spirituality at all. This flying sword has become Pei Ling's tool!

Pei Ling was extremely shocked in his heart, two moves to solve a Hedao!

The laws mastered by the emperor in the second gate are actually so terrifying!

He has not been able to cultivate the true power of this law, but the system is different. The system can perfectly exert the power of all spells, including the law!

"Ding Dong! Detecting the lack of the host's fate, it needs to be replenished immediately..."

"Ding dong! The system begins to fight for you..."

At this time, the system prompt sounded again, and Pei Ling immediately knew that the system was going to find the female cultivator of the Heavenly Teacher.

His fate was only taken away in the first illusion and the second illusion. In the first illusion, it was the blue-shirted sword cultivator who shot just now; in the second illusion, it was a A nun who was born to teach.

Just thinking about it, under the control of the system, Pei Ling quickly walked back to the bed and lay down on the quilt.

A feeling of tranquility, tranquility, and moisturizing is like invisible hot water, soaking through his body, and all the limbs and bones are filled with warmth, it seems that every pore is completely opened, greedily absorbing this softness. , Warm nourishment.

The voice of "Ding" did not appear again, and no other cultivators entered the room.

In this peace and comfort, Pei Ling felt that the bed under him seemed to have turned into a pool of water.

He fell into it all at once.

Not knowing the depth of the water, Pei Ling kept falling.

In the process, he saw a monk named in the Dao period, suspended in the water.

These monks, either with fluttering sleeves, natural rhythm; or complete armor, hard breath; or royal robes and golden crowns, graceful and majestic; or immortal appearances, colorful skirts flying; The robe hangs on the tower, withered and dull; or the white robe and the golden crown, the romance is unrestrained; or the carefree, careless;

All the cultivators closed their eyes, and their exposed faces and skin showed a blue color full of death. On the eyebrows of many people, a thick layer of frost and snow had condensed, like dust. The face, covering the Thai half.

The monks floated high and low, far and near, under the water. The robes, skirts and accessories were washed by the water, slowly floating, like lush aquatic plants, blooming vigorously, almost filling the entire water.

On the top of each cultivator's head, there is an obscure, quaint black silk thread, as if nothing, slowly swaying and swaying in the water flow, gathering to the deepest part of the water.

The depths were dark and dark, and with the cultivator's eyesight, he could only see the outline of a shadowy building, as if it were a huge, pitch-black eyeball.

In the depths of his pupils, there was a faint light.

Obscure, gloomy, silent.

The light was not bright, nor did it emit any special aura, but it gave people a sense of vitality that contained endless and suppressed majestic power.

Countless silk threads are like the aerial roots of a banyan tree, extending densely from the center, slowly blooming in a crisscross pattern, connecting a famous Hedao.

It seems to be a seed!

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling's mind suddenly had a bright realization: This is the [Seed of Creation]!

One of the three seeds of Bisang!

It is also the chance of tribulation that all the monks here once wanted to compete for!

When his mind was turning, Pei Ling suddenly noticed that there was also a dark and obscure silk thread on top of his head, floating softly in the water, all the way down, connecting with the [Seed of Creation].

But unlike other monks, he stared at the black silk thread on top of his head for a moment, and then there was an intermittent meaning, as if the thread was a little hesitant, not knowing whether it should continue to connect him.

At this time, below, the eyeballs in the depths of Shuibo blinked slightly.

Pei Ling was in a trance, but when he looked again, he saw himself appearing in the lobby again, but, unlike the previous four times, the place where he appeared this time was not the table he was sitting on before, but was engulfed by darkness. in a corner.

There were several people sitting at the same table, and the whole body was full of breath. It seemed that they were monks from the Liuqing Dynasty, Suzhentian, Yanxi City and Jiuyi Mountain. And the adjacent tables are all kinds, there are Wushi Mountain Villa, Samsara Tower, Tianshengjiao, Chongmingzong... None of these people care about him, all the monks, including himself who just appeared, are looking at the only one in the lobby that is not engulfed by darkness. a place.

In the dimness, under the only remaining light, there were four people sitting beside the table, namely Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, Huan Yunzhen... There was another person, black shirt and soap boots, carrying a long knife, it was him!

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