Cause and effect show each other, cause and effect, cause and effect, cause and effect, and entanglement.

As the saying goes, all dharmas are empty, cause and effect are not empty!

And Mo Lilan's current physical body is the incarnation of Pei Ling. In a sense, she is also a fruit of Pei Ling's Taoism!

It wasn't her that the man in black robe cut off just now, but Pei Ling's fruit!

However, if the other party can kill Pei Ling, it must be Pei Ling who first planted the "cause" related to the other party!

But Mo Lilan has just woken up now, and she doesn't know the cause of Pei Ling for the time being. Now she can only forcefully cut the causal line between Pei Ling and the man in black robe to recover her own injury!

When the causal line was cut, Mo Lilan looked at the man in black robe, and immediately said in a cold and grand voice, "Sleep!"

The breath of the black-robed man quickly fell silent, and all movements stopped.

The eyes under the hood were half-closed and half-closed, as if they were about to fall into a deep sleep immediately.

But his eyes were dim but never disappeared, but he never really fell asleep.

In Pei Ling's eyes, runes intertwined and rose, [Eternal Curse Magical Power]!

[The "law" of forgetting]!

The aura of the black-robed man dropped rapidly, and his body remained motionless.

Pei Ling immediately slashed out a blood-trained sword qi.

brush!

The sword qi was like a rainbow, instantly passing through the body of the black-robed man, without encountering the slightest resistance wherever it went, as if it was completely slashed in the air.

At the same time, Mo Lilan's tactic changed, and his voice was cold and grand: "Open!"

"Click, click, click..."

There was a burst of shattering movements, but the originally solid coffin board, like burnt-out porcelain, was cracked in an instant.

At this time, the knife energy that passed through the body of the black-robed man just slashed on the coffin board.

boom! !

With a deafening bang, the entire coffin shattered.

Amidst the splashing of sawdust, the turbid yellow water surged in, and instantly rolled them into the water.

Above the head is a gray sky, bleak and powerless, deadly and low.

There is no land, no people, no... except for the sky and water, there is nothing. .

With a thought, Pei Ling was already standing on the water. Holding the knife in both hands, he suddenly slashed towards the man in black robe.

The blade is gorgeous and beautiful, like a midsummer night. When whistling, the body is wrapped in a dense blood evil spirit, just like the substance. In the blood evil spirit, there is a very faint phantom of the skull that floats and sinks, but it is Pei Ling who has attached it to it. 【Bloodfall Curse】.

The Jiu Po ​​Dao came with an electric shot, and just when the blade was about to fall on the head of the black-robed man, he suddenly came to his senses.

He immediately raised an arm and stood in front of him.

clang!

An incomparably powerful shock wave, centered on the two of them, spread out in all directions.

The turbid yellow water surface, the layers of ripples suddenly skyrocketed, and soon, it turned into a circle of water walls that were several meters high, rising and turbulent, and finally fell with a bang.

boom!

The man in black robe stood motionless, while Pei Ling was shaken by a huge force and flew upside down, but soon, he stabilized his figure in mid-air.

A delicate and slender figure suddenly appeared in the void, Mo Lilan's black shirt was like the night, and her face was like a short-lived flower, standing beside Pei Ling.

The two of them both looked ahead, coldly looking at the black-robed man who was also standing in the air.

The two sides did not do anything for a while, and the surging river below seemed to be stagnant, and the sound of the water was greatly reduced, almost to nothing.

In the dead silence, Pei Ling looked at the man in black robe with a solemn expression, and at the same time said to Mo Lilan: "Friend Mo, if you get rid of this [Seed of Creation], I will be able to recover enough power to wake you up. the deity."

In this situation, he can no longer care about the consequences of the true immortal's awakening.

If he doesn't want to get rid of this [Seed of Creation], he won't even think about leaving this third gate alive!

Moreover, through this period of observation, he found that this true immortal will is very easy to speak.

No matter what the situation, never get angry.

If you think about it, even if you really wake up, it may not be a big deal...

At this time, Mo Lilan was originally very dissatisfied with Pei Ling's actions this time, but when she heard the other party's promise, she immediately said, "Okay! This immortal will help you again!"

As soon as the voice fell, it was as if substantial darkness extended from Mo Lilan's body, and instantly enveloped the world.

[Mist of the Heavens] can isolate sight and spiritual sense, but because it is his own avatar, Pei Ling is completely unrestricted. Looking at the black-robed man who has fallen into the dark, he is about to continue to shoot, and a cold voice , suddenly sounded in the ears of the two of them: "Sure!"

Pei Ling's body suddenly freezes, unable to move at all.

Beside him, Mo Lilan, like him, stood still for a moment.

Countless stern sword qi, like a lotus blossom, suddenly erupted in the darkness!

Without waiting for any sword energy to fall, in Pei Ling's eyes, countless small runes were already intertwined and ascended, [Remorseful Nightmare Magical Power]!

Immediately, all the hatred, resentment, resentment around him... as if the Tianhe River was rewinding, they were swallowed into the body by Pei Ling like a long whale sucking water.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling's body aura soared, [Curse of Eternal Hate]!

【End of the road to immortal】!

His cultivation level climbed steadily, and he broke into the joint in an instant, and suddenly broke free from the restraint of immobilization.

He was able to move, and Mo Lilan also regained control of his body, and his breath increased in tandem with Pei Ling.

Mo Lilan's face was indifferent, and because of this physical body, she couldn't show much of her strength.

Otherwise, no matter how heavy the "cause" on Pei Ling is, she will not be affected!

brush brush...

The sword rained like a note, surging down.

Pei Ling shot at once, the blood-colored sword qi roared and collapsed, and the audience, "dang dang dang dang" continued, blocking all the sword rain.

Xuanpao hunted, Mo Lilan stood in the wind and played a magic trick.

In the [Mist of the Netherworld], there were whispers that seemed to be mixed with countless people screaming and praying.

At the same time, strange-looking aliens emerged from the darkness.

The head is an alien, with a dark complexion, and his hair is braided into dozens of fine twisted braids. The braids are wrapped with silk threads of a special texture. His eyes are dark, and in the depths of his eyes, there are snakes crawling slowly, and above his arms, The dense colored scales are shocking to look at.

The few alien heads that followed, some were about ten feet tall, and each step shook the entire world; some were full of feathers, with pink faces and long cheeks; the sharp teeth...

All the alien races, with their chaotic aura and murderous eyes, rushed towards the black-robed man without any hesitation after they appeared.

boom boom boom…

The man in black robes shot again and again, and immediately smashed the crazy alien race who rushed over to the spot.

It's just that there is a steady stream of mad demons and alien races, seemingly endless. They were just killed a moment ago, and the corpse returned to normal the next moment, turned over and climbed up again, and continued to rush towards the black-robed man.

Seeing the incessant killing of the mad demons, the black-robed man suddenly flashed and flew high into the sky. His voice was cold and grand: "Only take the beauty of today, and don't be afraid of the future! [Note]"

The next moment, the man in black robe moved his hands upwards, and the endless towering green mountains appeared in an instant.

At the same time, in the turbid yellow water stream, countless dead souls emerged, all raised their heads, and let out a sharp, ear-piercing soul roar;

In the void, a huge corpse hand was protruding, and the corpse gas filled the air, grabbing it downward;

Light pink petals are falling like rain, and countless flower forests quietly stretch out their branches and leaves, completely surrounding all the mad and alien races;

With a clanging sound, all kinds of weapons appeared, lined up in mid-air, and the cold and bone-piercing edges all pointed to the entire river;

The majestic aura rushes into the sky, the pale golden palms are suspended high in the sky, and everything is like dust;

"Zheng!" Qingyue Jianming came from out of nowhere, and a chill that pierced the bone marrow pointed to all living beings from afar;

The originally gray sky is getting darker and darker, and almost at night, as if the disgust, hatred, and curse from this world are like invisible snowflakes falling;

The illusory glazed pagoda rises, the huge runes appear empty, Pisces chase, the power of life and death, withering prosperity revolves endlessly, the majestic power is like rising waves, and the next moment is Wang Yang's willful;

The blue-black ghost claws pierced through the sky, emitting terrifying power...

Pei Ling looked at this scene with an extremely solemn expression, this man in black robe can use all the magical powers of the nine sects!

[Note] Hanshan [Tang] "Three Hundred and Three Poems".