Xianxi six years.

March.

Another pasture warbler flies, flowers and branches vying for warmth.

The starry sky is still vast, empty, and cold...

Peiling sits in the void, thinking to herself that it has entered March, and only eleven days are left until March 11th in the world of dreams.

Judging from the prayers directed to him these days, Liangcai Meiyu are trying their best to rush to the designated place.

In the mountains east of Ludong Mansion, many believers have also gathered one after another.

As soon as the time is up, he can use the [Resentment Nightmare Magical Power] to **** up all the mortals who prayed to him...

At that time, if it can improve the position of immortality, of course it is best; if it can't... it can at least increase its strength.

As he was thinking about it, more and more prayers came from Pei Ling's ears, like the spring nibbling the leaves, endless, and the tide surging around him.

The Liangcai Meiyu who has arrived at the place right now are holding sacrifices collectively, praying for him to come and destroy the world as soon as possible.

Yes, these people think that since they have arrived first, why wait for the latecomers? Although in the eyes of the imperial court, all those who worship the "Night" immortal are all in the same group.

But they don't think so.

Anyway, I have already arrived at the place designated by the "Night" immortal. If you can pray for the "Night" immortal to come to the world at this time, let them enter the fairyland and fly up, but those believers who have not arrived in advance are just a step late and watched. This great opportunity and great good fortune missed me, and he thumped his chest in annoyance...

Isn't this very interesting?

Therefore, during this period of time, this kind of prayer has been held every day...

Peiling commented, listening indifferently.

After a while, when he was about to look at one of the meaningful prayers, the weird feeling came to his mind again...These prayers made him feel inexplicably familiar. Moreover, this familiar familiarity became more and more familiar. Come stronger!

Realizing this, Pei Ling frowned, but thinking about it seriously, he couldn't remember the source of this familiarity...

Next, more and more talents gathered. These talents are all evil people who are wicked and reckless, hoping that the world will be ruined and everyone will go to hell, but they will soar on their own.

Time passed quickly, and it was March 11 in a blink of an eye.

The mountains in the east of Ludong Mansion, the usual deserted place, are crowded at this moment, and there are also fights from time to time.

The prayers of the believers became more and more intense.

Before, I only prayed for the "Night" immortal to come and destroy the world. Now there are a lot of hopes that the "Night" immortal will torture many creatures severely before the world is destroyed...

But Pei Ling didn't have time to pay attention to these, and the prayer lingering in his ear had turned into a hysterical roar.

That strange sense of familiarity made him feel more and more uneasy.

Therefore, after confirming that the person was almost there, Peiling no longer hesitated, and immediately sank into one of the prayers.

He suddenly saw that in a corner of the valley, several rocks of various shapes were piled up into a rough altar.

Kneeling underneath was a young man of twenty, and at this moment, he was praying with excitement. His face was almost distorted because of too much joy, and between his brows, there was a violent color gleaming.

And this person is the center, surrounded by five-body worshippers who pray to the "Night" immortal sincerely.

The number of people is tens of thousands, densely packed, and it is difficult to count at a time.

In addition, there are many ordinary mortals who have not prayed to him in the distance. They probe their heads and seem to be watching, but these are not important to Pei Ling.

Without hesitation, he immediately used the [Resentful Nightmare Supernatural Power].

Suddenly, the hatred, resentment, hatred, hatred and anger of all the prayers were all taken out of supernatural powers, and then turned into the purest power, like a trickle, injected into Pei Ling's body, lively and agile.

At the same time, all the prayers slowly fell, they were completely sucked up, leaving only an empty shell.

Pei Ling closed his eyes and felt the change in his strength, he improved a lot! At this moment, the power of Pei Ran flooded the whole body, the power between gestures, and the birth and death of spells when his mind moved, as if he had truly become an immortal in this world.

It's just that he calmed down quickly, frowned slightly, and couldn't care about the increase in strength...All the prayers had been drained to death by the [Resent Night Magical Power].

But the prayers in his ears did not weaken at all.

It seems that there are still endless believers praying to him.

The content of the prayer is getting more and more chaotic.

He couldn't even hear him clearly, he just felt the upset in his heart, and almost immediately shouted: "Don't make a noise!!"

Pei Ling was agitated, his thoughts turned, and the prayers were already dead, and the sacrifice was naturally interrupted. According to the previous rules, his mind should be forcibly pulled back into the starry sky, unable to continue to observe the world.

But now, because of these chaotic prayers, he can continue to look at the mortal world, and even, no longer confined to this area, he can see farther, see anywhere!

At this point, Pei Ling finally remembered the source of that familiarity... it was Yong Ye whispering!

Pei Ling did not hesitate, and immediately took the initiative to look back and returned to the starry sky.

However, the whispers of Yong Ye in the ear did not weaken at all, but became stronger and stronger!

Pei Ling frowned, rushing to think about the way to deal with it, but saw dozens of powerful and strangely shaped figures slowly emerging in the surrounding starry sky.

Already surrounded him heavily!

Feeling the nature of the power that the other party has the same source as this world, Pei Ling's complexion sank, she is the "primordial immortal" of this world!

But there are too many!

At this moment, the "primordial immortals" who had walked out of the void looked at Peiling's eyes, full of disgust and hatred.

"Outside the fairy!!"

"kill!"

The original immortals did not hesitate at all, and immediately started to use their methods to kill Pei Ling!

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The world.

In the mountains of East Baili, Ludong Mansion.

Just in the spring, the grass is luxuriant and the stream is gurgling.

After many "Night" immortal believers, no, after several quarrels, they still failed to choose the leader.

In the end, they spread out in twos and threes, and each set up an altar to pray to the "Night" fairy.

far away.

On a hillside, there is also a group of people looking at this scene solemnly.

Although there are a lot of these people, they look empty from the outside.

An eye-like bead was placed on someone's head, flickering dim light from time to time, obscuring everyone's tracks.

As the beads flickered, the person's obvious breath began to fade. After a while, he was overwhelmed by his companion, who silently placed it on the top of his head, and his vitality began to flow quickly...

The people who signed the script took turns to urge the beads to hide their whereabouts, patiently observing the actions of the followers of the "Nightmare" immortal.

After a while, seeing that they were still worshiping piously, someone couldn't help but whispered: "Is it possible to make a move?"