Hundred Flowers mountain.
Back mountain.
The vegetation was lush, and the green leaves were fragrant.
PEI Ling stood in the air, his hands continuously forming hand seals. In his pupils, the Nanke dream fire slowly danced, emitting a strange light.
Princess Zhuang Shu crossed her hands on her lower abdon and stood not far away, quietly watching this scene. Her posture was elegant, and the pendant around her body was silent.
The ten won were still dancing wildly to a strange rhythm. At this mont, their hair was loose and their bones were scattered. Their carefully maintained black hair was stuck to their faces with sweat, making them look particularly miserable and crazy.
Their expressions had already fallen into chaos. At this mont, the won could no longer hide their thoughts, and they could not help but Mutter their own obsessions, " "The Yue Immortals are kind! Without the protection of the Yue immortal, how could a weak woman hold the power and control life and death? All the n in the world are pigs that can be summoned and sent away at will ... If the grace of the Yue immortal can not be repaid, I am willing to bear children for the Yue immortal ..."
"The goddess is deeply blessed by the emperor's grace, but she has a son. It is already the limit to protect the goddess as the Lord of the World. I pray to have children for the immortal, so that I will be immortal and have eternal youth ..."
&Quot; thanks to exalted immortal's love, I've tasted all the beautiful n in the world, but I don't know how it feels to serve you ... I beg you to fulfill my wish ... &Quot;
&Quot; I ... Hope that the immortal will take pity on and give a spring breeze. If I can get pregnant and give birth, I'm willing to repay you with grass for a hundred years ... &Quot;
They mumbled to themselves as they danced madly. By now, most of their bodies had dissipated.
Standing in the middle, Wenren lingse furrowed her brows. The lifelong obsessions of the ten won were constantly attacking her hidden mind.
She was a Dao integration cultivator. Under normal circumstances, no matter how strong a mortal's obsession was, it would not be able to affect her in the slightest.
However, this was the immortal's dream, and the so-called mortals in the dream were not real mortals!
Moreover, the [ heart demon great developnt curse ] was a secret technique that triggered the laws of the great Dao, and it was extrely magical.
Not to ntion that the current PEI Ling had an immortal seat, and the power of the [ heart demon great developnt curse ] had been increased by who knew how many tis.
In addition, Wenren lingse was unconscious at the mont, so he had no power to resist.
Ti passed by slowly ...
Finally, with the last beat, the ten won all disappeared, and ten sets of skirts and rings fell from the sky.
At that mont, Wenren lingse's aura and vitality had reached their peak.
Her expression, which had been constantly struggling as if she was trying her best to resist the external obsession, suddenly turned calm and peaceful.
The wish and obsession of the sacrifice had beco a part of his Dao heart!
Shortly after, Wenren lingse's figure and the [ evil-slaying flag ] vanished into thin air in the dream.
As he watched Wenren lingse disappear, PEI Ling frowned slightly. He had saved her? Or had he fallen?
At this ti, she heard Princess Zhuang Shu say, " &Quot; you've finished your task. Now, you can sacrifice yourself to my main body. &Quot;
Hearing the true immortal's will speak, PEI Ling imdiately understood that Wenren lingse should have been successfully saved by him ...
Thinking of this, he nodded slightly.
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In the eternal night desert.
The nine stone pillars stood quietly, and violent lightning swam in the sky, striking down from ti to ti.
The blood-colored coffin that was suspended in mid-air would tremble from ti to ti under the heavenly might.
It was just that the crack that had already been opened seed to be endless viscous darkness flowing out, constantly weakening the power of the bombardnt of the heavenly lightning.
The purple lightning flashed across the sky and instantly illuminated the densely packed figures under the nine pillars.
So of these people were from the alien race, and so were from the human race. They were all muddleheaded, and their minds were not clear. They stood straight on the sand under the nine pillars.
At the very front were old demon Lotus Slayer, Yuan Changzhen, Luan youqing, Luo du, Zuo Jingxing, great demon Qing Yao, Wenren lingse, PEI Ling, and Mo minglan.
BOOM!
The Thunder roared and seed to be never-ending. It pierced through the thick darkness and briefly illuminated the shadows.
Under the rumbling Thunder, the eternal night desert was silent, as if it was sleeping in a nightmare that it would never wake up from.
The blood-colored coffin was floating in the air with the rolling of the heavenly might. It looked gloomy and eerie. An inexplicable pressure filled the entire desert, as if everything had frozen at this mont.
All of a sudden, Wenren lingse opened her eyes!
Feeling the surging vitality in her body and the complete recovery of her injuries, she was stunned. She didn't die?
But the next mont, her eyes quickly swept across the stone pillars, chains, and blood-colored coffins in front of her, and her face instantly changed. The fog of netherworld, the ruins of the fallen immortal!
This was the eternal night desert!
How could she appear in the eternal night desert?
Thinking quickly, Wenren lingse imdiately looked around and observed her surroundings. Soon, she realized that her left hand was holding the evil-slaying flag tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand were popping out because she was using too much force.
On the sand not far to his right, a familiar halberd was stabbed into the ground. It was his life treasure, the song Zhong halberd.
At this mont, the [ evil-slaying flag ] slightly moved, and a petite figure appeared.
The flag spirit stood in the air, her blood-red battle skirt fluttering in the wind. Her delicate little face was full of solemnity. At this mont, it tilted its head slightly, and its ponytail drew a short arc in the air. It sized up Wenren lingse and asked, " "Wenren lingse, how are you doing?"
"Senior Chuai E, I'm feeling great," Wenren lingse quickly saluted.
The banner spirit of evil-slaying instantly felt relieved. Although that little divine transformation realm being had no self-awareness and was greedy by nature, he had really saved Wenren lingsi this ti.
Although it was lacking in kindness, it did not break its promise, and it did not fail to make the promise it made at that ti ...
Thinking of this, Kuai e imdiately said,"You did well this ti! At the critical mont, he sacrificed his life for justice. Facing so many powerful enemies, he knew that he could not hold on alone, but he still did not retreat. Such integrity, such courage, it is very compatible with my Dao."
"Now that you've fulfilled my master's conditions, I'm willing to beco your magic treasure and climb the long road with you."
Wenren lingse hesitated for a mont before she said, " "Many thanks for senior's favor! I wonder who saved this ti?"
"It's a soul formation cultivator whose na I haven't asked yet," The flag spirit said, " however, you don't need to thank him. Because I promised to be under his command for three years in exchange for this, so you have to wait for for three years. After three years, I will co to find you."
A soul formation cultivator?
Wenren lingse felt that it was strange. She was well aware of how serious her injuries were.
Even Dao integration cultivators like her might not be able to save her, let alone soul formation cultivators!
Thinking of this, she glanced at the blood-colored coffin floating between the nine pillars. She knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for long, but she still imdiately said, " "Senior, please take to see that demigod."
"No matter what, I have to know who my benefactor is."
"Alright!" The flag spirit imdiately nodded. In its opinion, this was not a big deal. Moreover, it had been staying in the crossing calamity abyss all year round and was very familiar with Wenren lingse. It knew the nature of this immortal soul third level cultivator. Since it had recognized this favor, it would not leave until it figured out the identity of that small divine transformation realm cultivator.
"Follow ." The flag spirit said. Then, it flew out of Wenren lingse's palm and turned into a blood-red light, escaping into the darkness and leading the way.
Wenren lingsi followed him imdiately.
The eternal night desert was shrouded in the netherworld fog, and cultivators could not spread their spiritual will. Even if they were not far away, it was difficult to see through the almost solid darkness and see everything around them.
The evil-slaying flag didn't fly very far before it stopped in a certain spot.
Wenren lingse stopped as well. Then, she saw a young cultivator surrounded by a bloody aura standing under one of the stone pillars. His eyes were closed, and he was obviously still unconscious.
His black robe was fluttering in the wind, and he carried a long saber on his back. He looked cold and stern, and his aura was brutal and brutal. It was obvious that he had killed countless people, which was why he could cultivate such an aura that was overflowing with killing intent and blood Qi that was almost tangible.
The Holy Son of the Zhong gang sect?
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