Cui Lei Mountain.

Underground training room.

The formation was running quietly, and all of a sudden, the aura that was condensed in the room was slightly stirred, like a bang.

Immediately, a long and narrow space fissure opened, and the figure of the black shirt carrying the knife strode out from it.

Pei Ling returned to his place of cultivation, and his spiritual sense swept around, but there was no abnormality, so he nodded slightly.

He had just told Patriarch "Fu Qiong" about the Eternal Night Desert, and Patriarch "Fu Qiong" asked him to concentrate on the Immortal Path without worrying about anything else.

This is good!

Originally, Pei Ling also prepared a set of well-thought-out excuses that he wanted to use to explain the source of his news and explain that the looseness of the Fallen Immortal seal had nothing to do with him...

And now, nothing to say!

The patriarch "Fu Qiong" doesn't care about those things at all, the other party now only cares about his immortal path!

"The situation of the Eternal Night Desert has already been informed to the ancestor 'Fuqiong', and now the immortal art cannot be practiced, and there is no need to continue to stay in the sect..."

"Next, we have to challenge the Heavenly Sect, the Tower of Reincarnation, and the Wushi Villa..."

"The invincible road of all races, the momentum is the first!"

"But now, I have won five battles and five victories. I have a great momentum and a grand reputation, and I have not lost any suzerain."

"But I don't need to rely on anyone to boost my momentum!"

"Furthermore, my current cultivation base is already in the late stage of the Harmony."

"The suzerain of the three sects of the Heavenly Sect, Reincarnation Tower, and Wushi Mountain Villa, even if they are added together, is by no means my current opponent!"

"I won't bring anyone over this time, lest the Demon Sect be unruly and take action against my subordinates..."

Just thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly noticed that someone came to the door of his training room, and his breath was very familiar... It was Si Hongmiaoli!

Pei Ling's thoughts moved, and before Si Hongmiaoli knocked on the door, the many restrictions were lifted, and the door opened silently.

Si Hongmiaoli walked slowly on the narrow and dark corridor. At this moment, her long hair was long and tall, and her bead hairpin was slanted, revealing her slender and fair neck, shining brightly in the shadows.

There was a little water vapor on the side of his neck, but he came here just now after showering and changing clothes in a hurry.

At the moment, the white and red flower dress she used to wear has been changed into a new dress, pine green dark-patterned myrobalan, pine green tulle and white blouse with wide sleeves and a cardigan hugging her shoulders, like a pine forest in winter. The mist, the snow skin is looming, and the crystal is like a shark pearl.

The crepe skirt is as soft and soft as the mist lingering in the mountains at the dawn of the morning, circling and swirling like flowing water, accompanied by small steps, like a gentle stream with green leaves falling under the night, quietly flowing into the training room.

As soon as she came in, the door closed automatically without wind.

Pei Ling sat on the futon and asked with a flat expression, "What's the matter?"

Si Hongmiaoli bowed her head slightly, her neck bent into a graceful posture, like a swan with its head down, the beads on her temples swaying lightly, reflecting the splendor, she said softly: "At the order of the mistress, come to serve the holy son, Fulfill the duties of the furnace."

Pei Ling was slightly startled, and after reacting, he coughed dryly, got up immediately, and walked towards Si Hongmiaoli.

"It doesn't have to be like this. After all, this matter requires your love and my wishes, and the two love each other. This Holy Son doesn't like to force it..."

As he said this, he was already hugging the waist of his superior Si Hongmiaoli, Si Hongmiaoli did not have any intention of resisting, her voice was soft and soft, like a feather, it fluttered down: "I, I volunteer... "

So, the next moment...

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The next morning.

On the corridor outside the training room, a graceful figure appeared.

The pure black gauze skirt brushed across the ground like a cloud of ink, and Li Li Yueyue fell silently and came to the door of the training room.

Just as she was about to speak, the door silently opened a gap, and there was a lingering and sticky movement inside.

Li Lieyue's expression didn't change in the slightest, and she quickly walked into it.

The door closed silently.

In the training room, the spiritual energy gathered like rain clouds, surging and surging, seemingly endless.

…Three days later, the door to the training room finally opened.

Pei Ling walked out of it with a calm expression, and tidied up the robe he had just put on. With a thought, he closed the door again.

The patriarch "Fu Qiong" is still waiting for him to take the immortal path, but he can't delay for too long, otherwise, he can continue to cultivate like this...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling stepped out and came outside the cave.

He was about to use his escape technique and headed to the teleportation formation, but behind a clump of flower trees not far away, a slender and slender alien female cultivator in a veil turned out.

This female cultivator looks like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old human woman, with golden eyes and golden eyes, with several clusters of red-gold feathers like flames behind her eyes. Peerless.

She walked quickly to Pei Ling, bowed her knees and bowed, Yingying bowed, the wind blowing her robe, fluttering like a fairy.

Pei Ling immediately recognized that this was an alien under Si Hongqingyan.

The alien beauty maintained her salutation posture, and said in fear: "Pei Shengzi...Sect Master...Sect Master told you to go...Go to Tiangen Palace...suffer...suffer..."

Pei Ling's expression was startled, and before he had time to reply, he heard the alien beauty say tremblingly, "The sect master also, said, and said that she invited... I invited my husband Su Lijing to sweep the array... this time... this time will definitely be Holy Son... beheaded on the spot..."

Hearing this, Pei Ling's expression suddenly became extremely strange. He hesitated for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction of the Inheritance Hall, and finally shook his head with great perseverance, and said in a deep voice, "This saint is going now. Challenge the leader of the natural sect, and the grievances between the suzerain and the suzerain will be discussed after this holy son returns."

After speaking, his mind moved, and the figure disappeared from the distance in an instant.

The beauty of the alien race hurriedly looked around, but saw the blue sky swaying and empty.

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Heavenly Palace.

main hall.

Si Hongqing's red dress is like blood, and the pearls and greens on the side of the bun are full of pearls.

She leaned against the throne as if she was boneless, her crepe jacket half draped and half faded, revealing a touch of fragrant shoulders, deceiving Frost and Sai Xue, and seducing her soul.

At this moment, an alien beauty with blond hair and golden eyes walked in gracefully from outside the hall, climbed up to Dan Chi from the side, immediately knelt under Si Hongqing's footsteps, and cautiously reported: "Sect Master, Su Lijing says it's important. It's inconvenient to come here."

When Si Hongqing heard the words, he frowned and shouted angrily, "Husband, what do you mean?!"

"Anyway, this seat is also the Taoist partner he is marrying. As the so-called husband and wife are one, the enemy of this seat is his enemy. Such a heart-warming scene of killing the enemy by hand, it's fine if the others don't come, how can he ignore it?"

"Husband doesn't come, what's the point of this seat when I'm waiting to kill Pei Ling?"

The alien beauty maintained a respectful and submissive posture, kneeling on the ground, watching her nose and her heart, not daring to utter a single word...