Su Lijing smiled faintly and said: "This son of Pei Ling is talented. Although he is born in a humble background, he is constantly striving and practicing hard. He is the fastest disciple of my Saint Sect in recent years."

"It's a well-deserved arrogant!"

"It's just that he is still young and his cultivation time is short, so he really doesn't have a good reputation."

"However, that's all the same."

"This seat can assert: After today, the name of Pei Ling will surely spread throughout the world!"

Hearing this, there was a dead silence all around.

Su Lijing had doubts in his heart. When he thought to himself what this was, he heard the old Wu from the Samsara Tower nodded slightly and said dumbly: "This Pei Ling is indeed very unusual."

"really."

"good."

"This son is different."

"I'm afraid it's unprecedented."

"Even unprecedented."

"Su Sect Master is magnificent."

Not only the Three Demon Dao Sects, but even the high-ranking monks of the Righteous Dao, all spoke in agreement.

All in all, the eight major factions are very polite, and they never mention Pei Ling and the wife of the overlord. After all, this is the Chongming Sect. It is not good for anyone to make things stalemate in person.

After chatting with the eight major factions, Su Lijing looked towards the field.

Now everything is ready, and the guests are basically there.

Only waiting for him to give an order, Pei Ling can go on stage, climb the blood ladder of the ten thousand races, and stand in the position of the saint... However, he always feels that these people from the Eight Great Sects look at him, a bit strange!

Su Lijing swept through himself with his spiritual thoughts as his thoughts turned, and he didn't think there was any problem. Afterwards, she looked at Si Hongqing who was beside her, but she saw Si Hongqing's beautiful clothes and beautiful clothes, surrounded by green beads, and her gorgeous and charming face was covered with haze and violent intentions.

His whole body is murderous, and it seems to be able to do it anytime, anywhere.

Su Lijing frowned involuntarily, knowing the reason.

Therefore, he immediately transmitted: "The fourth true biography will soon be promoted to the Son of God. This is my holy sect Fuze, and it is a great joy to invite colleagues to come and observe the ceremony."

"Don't show any expressions here."

"Now the eight factions are all watching, even if you don't care about your reputation, at any rate take care of the decent Saint Sect."

Hearing this, Si Hongqing turned his head and glanced at Su Lijing faintly, then turned his head blankly behind him, saying nothing.

Su Lijing felt a little dissatisfied.

This Si Hongqing usually doesn't give him face, but it doesn't matter.

But these Zongmen masters can't tolerate the other party's chaos!

Thinking of this, Su Lijing went on to say: "Although Pei Ling is not from your Si Hong clan, he is not from my Su clan. Even, I have had conflicts with him before, and it is not the same now. Bury the hatchet?"

"As the madam of the dignified sect master, how can you be so narrow-minded and care so much with a younger disciple?"

"Not to mention doing this, now that outsiders will see the joke, how can we go further in the future?"

Si Hongqing glanced at Su Lijing coldly again, her fingertips secretly used her fingertips, she had already pinched the handrails made by Wannian Xuanyu into powder, but in the end, she still didn't say anything, and turned her face away. At last there was a smirk that looked fake at first glance.

Seeing this, even though Su Lijing was still a little dissatisfied, he didn't bother to care about Si Hongqing anymore, and said lightly at the moment: "I will enter the venue with Peiling, and prepare to start the ceremony."

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Inside a small courtyard.

The teleportation array in the courtyard is extinguishing the dark light.

By the teleportation line, Pei Ling has prepared everything.

Not far away, standing the pulse master of the inner gate thirteen channels.

It's just that the two true biography of Zhou Miaoli and Su Zhenhe never appeared.

In this regard, Pei Ling was not surprised. The Li family had already greeted him before. This time he climbed the Ten Thousand Clan Blood Ladder to deliberately lure eight disciples to the bait.

Therefore, no protector was prepared for him.

Even if it is the master of the upper three meridians, when the time comes, he is not allowed to make a move.

At this moment, the figure in the courtyard flashed, Li Wuding appeared out of thin air, nodded to Peiling, and said in a deep voice: "It's almost the hour, you can show up."

Peiling nodded: "Yes."

After that, without any hesitation, he stepped into the teleportation array one step at a time.

The thirteen pulse masters followed, and a group of people quickly disappeared into the small courtyard.

Amidst the boundless sea of ​​clouds, on a vacant platform with a small area, the cold air diffused, and a black light flashed, revealing Pei Ling's figure.

His black robe hunts and hunts, with a long knife on his back, his expression is cold, his eyes are firm, his brows contain a hostile color, and his body is lingering. When he stands proudly, his fierce breath rushes toward his face!

In an instant, all the eyes of the audience swept over, focusing on him alone.

Even if the thirteen pulse masters appeared immediately behind him, they were not able to distract everyone's attention at all.

Among them, the gazes of many high-ranking monks in the main position, even though they are not malicious, are extremely heavy, as if several mountains are pressed down!

Pei Ling didn't evade and looked as usual. After bowing to the main seat, he clasped his fists in all directions and gave a salute.

Immediately afterwards, all the guests got up to salute, and then salute to the main seat: "Congratulations to the Holy Sect, the death of the fire is passed, and the Fu Zuo lasts!"

"You don't need to be polite." In the main seat, in the fog of chaos, Su Lijing's voice was soft and gentle, and announced in public, "The true biography of the emperor, Pei Ling, broke the Dan Ning Ying yesterday, and wants to ascend the position of the holy son."

"Today, there are fellow workers who have come all the way to witness for them."

At this point, he called in a deep voice, "Monitoring Palace Master."

The Supervisory Hall Master of the Purple Eye Xuan Robe immediately went out: "Subordinates are here."

Su Lijing said briefly: "Ascend the blood seat of the Son of God."

The Master of Supervision bowed and said: "Yes."

When the voice fell, I saw the sea of ​​clouds that had been changing leisurely, instantly stagnating, as if time had stopped at this moment.

After that, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly surged and roared, like a stormy sea, boiling in all directions.

The platform that carries the guests and disciples is like an isolated island in the ocean. Under such changes, it is still as stable as a mountain.

However, with the exception of the high-ranking monks, all the creatures were frightened.

"Gluck..." Many people couldn't even tremble with their teeth closed, the elephant chopsticks couldn't hold them, and they almost wanted to get up and run away immediately.

Unexpectedly, they felt that something indescribable was about to come!

Before long, in the sea of ​​clouds, a blood-colored throne rose slowly like a lonely mountain.

The throne was simple and heavy, and it seemed to be surrounded by **** flames.

Senran was silent, as if it were a beast creeping silently.

In front of the seat, the endless **** stairs and the blood of evil spirits rushed into the sky. On each of the stairs, there were carved Hundred Ghosts Yexing, and there were countless statues of demons, arranged on the left and right.

Cold, dead, bloody, resentment, evil thoughts... overflowing all over, haunting the scene.

When the throne rose to be in line with the main position, the Supervisory Hall Master said in a deep voice: "True Pei Ling, the blood ladder of thousands of races."

"Holy sect rules, holy son, holy woman, do not take office without passing through the blood ladder of ten thousand races!"

"Today, as a testimony, we climbed up the blood ladder of ten thousand races before we can stand as the saint son."

"This is your last chance to retreat. Once you step on the blood ladder, there will be no retreat!"

Pei Ling did not hesitate at all, her figure flickered, she already appeared on the first blood ladder, roar!

Several blood beasts appeared instantly, roaring and rushing towards him.

brush!

The **** sword aura flashed, and all the blood beasts were severed in two and dissipated in an instant.

When the rain of blood was spreading, he stepped onto the second floor with great ease.