The wound on his chest recovered, but Pei Ling's breath began to drop. Seeing the opponent's sword attack, he didn't have time to think too much, and the Nine Soul Sword cut through the void and struck him immediately.

brush!

The ink-colored blade that shone like a star with cold light passed through the sword cultivator's body, but it seemed to pass through the air without any hindrance...

At the same time, Sen Han faced him, and the flying sword had already landed 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 bloody sword energy appeared out of thin air, barely deflecting the flying sword a little.

puff!

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

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

Bang!!

Pei Ling was immediately blasted backwards and flew out. His body was still in mid-air. The [Five Ghosts Tianluo Escape] immediately started to operate and turned into a chaotic shadow. After a few rapid twists, he landed firmly on the ground.

Holding back the heartbreaking pain in his back, Pei Ling looked up and saw that there was not only a sword cultivator in the room, but also a monk wearing a feathered robe and a bamboo crown.

His aura was clear and lively, and his magic power was surging like the ebb and flow of the tide. He was holding a snow-white whisk and his eyes were burning, implying chaos, and he was staring at him coldly.

It’s the Hedao of Jiuyi Mountain!

Pei Ling was confused. He didn't respond to the knock on the door just now, but the sword cultivator from the Han An Sword Sect broke in inexplicably. This time, there wasn't even a knock on the door, but this monk from Jiuyi Mountain came.

How did you get in?

Moreover, he was attacked just now, and he didn't even have time to get up. He was lying on the bed, but he was shot in the back...

Something is wrong!

Before Pei Ling could think about it, a cold but familiar voice suddenly sounded in Pei Ling's ears.

"Certainly!"

Pei Ling's body suddenly seemed to be frozen for an instant, frozen on the spot, and he could not even move his fingertips.

In the room, monks suddenly appeared one after another. Their auras were turbulent and wanton, and they were all aligned. Their temperaments were different, cold, fierce, bright, majestic, graceful, iron-blooded, carefree, romantic, dull... The costumes were also various,

Cold eyes all fell on Pei Ling.

A clear light flashed in mid-air, and the sword cultivator's flying sword suddenly slashed out!

The Hedao from Jiuyi Mountain also took action. He raised his hand and pointed, and a majestic and vast mountain appeared out of thin air, roaring and pressing down on Pei Ling.

The other Hedao monks did not hesitate any longer, and all of a sudden, all kinds of magic formulas roared out, rolling towards Pei Ling like a violent storm.

For a time, everything in the house was changing: a sea of ​​blood was surging, and mountains of corpses were piled high. Then there were towering green mountains, flowers and rain falling, and then there were soldiers fighting, and the sound of killing shook the clouds... everything was strange and colorful.

The majestic momentum and powerful power roared across the entire room.

Pei Ling felt as if he was trapped in an endless quagmire. From all directions, a torrent of spells were roaring towards him, like mountain waves, rushing towards him. He was unable to dodge and was invincible...

The breath of death suddenly rose, and the strong sense of suffocation quickly submerged him like a flood. Not to mention that he was not a true Hedao, or a real Hedao monk came over. At this moment, the only situation is that the body will die and the Tao will disappear!

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

Suddenly, hatred from all directions poured into his body like a torrent of rivers and seas. Without any hesitation, Pei Ling cast the [Eternal Hate Curse] again. Suddenly, the aura that had just recovered from the injury surged again!

Even if it was a near-death situation, he still had to fight for the last glimmer of hope!

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

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

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

All the spells that were thrown at him disappeared.

A cold, soft voice exploded in his ears like thunder: "Broken!"

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

He suddenly woke up and took a closer look, only to see 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 white arm stretched out from the darkness behind him and pressed his shoulder. Judging from the details of the sleeves and fingers, it was Su Xirou!

The darkness is raging like a rising tide, and there are continuous sounds of fighting inside. Sword energy is roaring, flower branches are fluttering, sword intention, sword intention, and Tao rhyme are intertwined and scattered, and the brilliance of various spells are rising and falling.

, but it was Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen who both took action and were already fighting with the monks from the nine major sects in the hall.

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

He quickly glanced around, only to see that his robe was torn and scarred, and the bloody aura lingered on the wounds, making it impossible for his body to heal itself. His back was even more bloody and bloody, with bones clearly visible. All the injuries he suffered in the illusion,

All brought to reality!

The darkness was getting thicker and thicker now, pressing closer and closer, ready to engulf him completely, and only a few breaths passed!

Pei Ling didn't have time to think too much, he immediately took out a handful of the best healing elixir and swallowed it in his mouth.

Before the medicine was fully dissipated, Su Xirou's arm on Pei Ling's shoulders suddenly exerted force, grabbed his body, and fled backwards.

Pei Ling immediately sent a message: "Wait a minute! Senior Meng and Senior Huan..."

There are too many monks from the nine major sects in the lobby. It is impossible for Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen to stop so many people!

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

Pei Ling: "???"

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

This wall is made purely of human bones. The human bones are large and small, and there are even leg bones as thin as a baby. They are pieced together tightly, but in the gaps, there is countless blood flowing, and a gray-black air of resentment escapes.

, completely blocking the way.

Su Xirou pressed Pei Ling's shoulder with one hand and quickly cast the spell with the other.

Suddenly, the void tore apart, and eight huge corpse arms stretched out from it. The corpse's hands curled into fists and smashed against the blood-colored bone wall.

boom!!!

The bloody bone wall was immediately smashed to create a hole, and the way out appeared again.

Su Xirou's escape technique was brought to its fullest at this moment, and she forced 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. If you look around, you can see that there are hundreds of them, old and silent, and they are numerous.

It is very different from the lobby, which is full of dangers and crowded with people. The moment you step onto the corridor, all the sounds and movements quickly disappear. This place is as quiet as a night, without any sound or life.

In the darkness, the monk's eyesight could clearly see the traces of flying dust.

Each of the dead houses exuded the unique atmosphere of the nine sects, 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's arm that had been holding Pei Ling's shoulders suddenly let go, and then she fell to the side.

Pei Ling quickly held her up, but saw that Su Xirou's black shirt was wet and soaked with blood. The ginger skirt underneath had almost turned brown, and her breath was extremely weak.
Chapter completed!