I just want to be quiet

The chest injury recovered, but Pei Ling's breath began to decline. Seeing the opponent's sword strike, he didn't have time to think too much.

brush!

The black-colored blade that flickered as cold as a star slid across Jian Xiu's body, but it seemed to swipe through the air without any hindrance.

At the same time, Sen Han was facing his face, and Feijian had already fallen within an inch of Pei Ling's eyebrows.

The sharp sword edge made Pei Ling's hair stand on end.

clang!

At the critical moment, a blood-colored sword Qi appeared out of thin air, barely deflecting the Feijian.

puff!

Pei Ling's head tilted, and a sword mark was drawn on his face.

He was about to fight back when suddenly he felt a tremendous force coming from his back.

boom!

Pei Ling was blasted upside down, and his body was still in the air. [Five Ghosts and Heavenly Luo Dun] immediately turned into a chaotic shadow, and after a few quick twists, he landed steadily. . .

Resisting the heart-piercing pain behind him, Pei Ling looked up and saw not only the sword cultivator, but also a cultivator with a feather coat and a bamboo crown in the room.

His breath is clear and lively, his mana is surging like tides rising and falling, holding a snow-white whisk, his eyes are burning, implying confusion, and he is staring at him coldly.

It is the joint road of Jiuyi Mountain!

Pei Ling was puzzled. He didn't respond to the knock on the door just now, but Jian Xiu from the Cold Darkness Sword Sect broke in inexplicably, and this time, there was no knock on the door. The monk from Jiuyi Mountain, but How did you get in?

Moreover, he was attacked just now, and he didn't have time to get up at all. He was lying on the bed, but he was attacked from behind...

The situation is not right!

Without waiting for Pei Ling to think about it, a cold, but very familiar voice suddenly resounded in Pei Ling's ears.

"Certainly!"

Pei Ling's body was frozen on the spot as if it was frozen in an instant, and even his fingertips could not move at all.

In the room, a monk suddenly appeared. Their breath was turbulent and arbitrary. They were all in the same way. They had different temperaments. His eyes fell on Pei Ling's body.

A clear light flashed in the air, and Jian Xiu's flying sword suddenly slashed out!

The fellow of Jiuyi Mountain also made a move. He raised his hand and pointed, and a majestic mountain appeared out of thin air, roaring and pressing down on Pei Ling.

The other cultivators didn't hesitate any longer, and for a while, all kinds of magic tricks roared out, rolling towards Pei Ling like a gust of wind and rain.

For a time, the room changed a lot, the sea of ​​blood was surging, the mountains of corpses were piled up, then the green mountains were majestic, the flowers were raining, and then there were soldiers and iron horses, and the sound of killing shook the clouds... strange and colorful.

The majestic momentum and powerful power roared across the room.

Pei Ling felt that he was trapped in an endless quagmire. From all directions, there were endless spells roaring, like mountains and ocean waves, rushing down on him, unable to dodge, unable to match...

The breath of death rose suddenly, and the strong sense of suffocation quickly drowned him like a flood. Not to mention that he was not a real cultivator, or a real cultivator, and at this moment, it was only a matter of death!

Pei Ling suddenly shouted, and in his eyes, the runes rose and intertwined, [Remorse and Nightmare Magical Power]!

Immediately, hatred from all directions was like a surging river, pouring into his body continuously, without the slightest hesitation, Pei Ling cast the [Eternal Hate Curse] again.

Even if it is now a situation of nine deaths and a lifetime, he must fight for the last chance!

At this time, a pale and cold palm suddenly rested on Pei Ling's right shoulder.

Just as Pei Ling broke free from the restraints of his body, he was pulled back in an instant.

There was no sound, no movement, but Pei Ling felt as if he was suddenly freed from the quagmire and fell into a dark, icy deep water.

All the spells that blasted at him disappeared.

A cold, soft voice exploded in his ear like a thunderbolt: "Broken!"

The next moment, Pei Ling felt that he was suddenly pulled out of the water.

He woke up instantly, looked closely, but saw that he was sitting in the lobby, holding a stoneware bowl in his hand, the bowl was empty, and he had just finished drinking the soul wine.

A slender and fair arm stretched out from the darkness behind him and pressed against his shoulder. Judging from the details of the sleeves and fingers, it was Su Xirou!

The darkness is raging like a rising tide, the sound of continuous fighting can be heard from the inside, the sword energy is roaring and horizontal, the flower branches are fluttering, the sword intent, the sword intent, and the rhyme are intertwined and scattered, and the brilliance of various spells rises and falls one after another. , but Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen both shot, and they are already fighting with the nine sect monks in the lobby.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling suddenly understood that everything just now was an illusion!

He quickly glanced around, but saw that his robe was damaged, scarred, and the blood of evil spirits lingered on the wound, making the body unable to heal itself, and the back was even more bloody, and the bones were deep, all the wounds received in the illusion, All brought to reality!

The darkness is getting stronger and stronger now, and it is pressing step by step, and it is about to engulf him completely, and only a few breaths have passed in time!

Pei Ling didn't have time to think about it, and immediately took out a top-quality healing pill and swallowed it.

Before the medicine's power was dissolved, Su Xirou's arm on Pei Ling's shoulder suddenly exerted force, grabbed his body, and fled backwards.

Pei Ling immediately sent a voice transmission: "Wait! Senior Meng and Senior Huan..."

There are too many monks from the nine major sects in the lobby. Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen can't stop so many people!

Su Xirou's escaping speed did not decrease at all, and she replied without thinking, "Don't worry about them, they are willing to die for you!"

Pei Ling: "???"

At the moment when the two of them transmitted their voices, a row of blood-colored bone walls suddenly rose in front of them.

This wall is made of human bones. The human bones are large and small, and there are even leg bones as slender as a baby. The joints are tightly stitched together. There are countless blood gurgling in the gaps, escaping gray-black resentment. , completely blocking the way.

Su Xirou pressed Pei Ling's shoulder with one hand, and quickly typed a magic formula with the other.

Suddenly, the void was torn apart, and eight huge corpse arms stretched out from it. The corpse hands curled into fists and slammed into the blood-colored bone wall.

boom! !

The blood-colored bone wall was immediately smashed into a hole, and the way out appeared again.

At this moment, Su Xirou's escape technique was brought to the extreme, forcing Pei Ling to rush out of the lobby in an instant.

A deep corridor appeared in front of them.

On both sides of the corridor, there are all closed doors. Looking around, there are hundreds of rooms, old and silent, and there are many.

It is completely different from the hall with many dangers and many people. The moment you step on the promenade, all the sounds and movements quickly go away. The purpose of this place is quiet like the night, without any sound and no vitality.

In the darkness, the cultivator's eyesight can clearly see the traces of flying dust.

From the dead houses, the unique atmosphere of the nine sects was heard, and it was obvious that almost all of them had residents.

... This scene is exactly the same as what Pei Ling saw in the illusion just now!

As soon as the two of them landed, Su Xirou kept pressing the arm on Pei Ling's shoulder, suddenly released, and then fell to the side.

Pei Ling quickly supported her, but saw that Su Xirou's black shirt was soaked with blood, and the turmeric skirt inside was almost brown, and her breath was extremely weak.