Born to teach.

The boundary of Qiutan.

At night.

The dusk falls low, covering everything, and the mountains and rivers are silent in the dark night. Only the chirping of insects and the sound of wind and water are diffused, showing the vitality.

A blood sedan flew into the air, the yin energy was strong and the blood evil was thick, causing all living beings to be shaken, and countless birds and beasts flew away in fright.

In the blood sedan, Pei Ling sat upright with the Nine Soul Sword on his back, closing his eyes to rest.

In three days, he could arrive at the Tianshengjiao General Forum.

By then, the Five Righteous Sects, Samsara Tower, Wushi Villa, and Suli Jing will all arrive.

He is now on the path to immortality. The eight monks who came to watch the battle can only watch, and no one can help him!

At this point, Pei Ling is most at ease with Samsara Tower and Wushi Villa.

Of these two demon sects, the former wants as many people to die as possible; while Wu Shi Villa can fool them with just a few words.

As for the five righteous sects...the demon sects fight within themselves, under normal circumstances, they would not take action either.

Although Wenren Lingse is his woman, he has already said hello in advance, and the other party will definitely do the same.

And Su Zhentian, who will we see when the time comes...

Just as he was thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked forward through the hanging curtain of the sedan.

It was dark in front of the blood sedan, and the night was thick.

But in his spiritual perception, countless powerful auras were appearing from far ahead, surging like a tide, approaching the blood sedan at a very fast speed.

Pei Ling had a look of confusion on his face. Was it the aura of the Tiansheng Cult? The leader of the Tiansheng Cult came to challenge him?

Thinking of this, he immediately stopped the blood sedan, suspended it in place, and waited quietly.

Soon, the majestic breath came closer and closer.

The void was slowly turbulent, as if stones were thrown into the water.

Huge corpse rocs shuttled out, and countless black chains whizzed out from the roc's body, pulling a series of ancient-style chariots.

On top of the chariot, stood countless figures in white robes and golden rings. The aura originating from the same lineage was revealed unbridled, shocking all things.

A pair of reserved and proud eyes looked coldly at the blood sedan.

The broad wings fluttered in the air, setting off violent winds, tearing apart the clouds and toppling the trees on the mountains.

One after another, the rocs soar into the sky with roars, the chariots are rolling, crushing the void, and the hunting white robes are all over the sky.

Finally, the corpse roc suddenly separated, revealing three extremely huge roc birds. Each of them was as big as a mountain, and the wings fluttered like mountains suspended in the sky. The golden light shone in the eyes, and the feathers on the top of their heads were knotted like a crown.

, glowing with a metallic luster, conveying an extremely ancient, noble and powerful aura, like a vast smoke wave, rushing towards the face.

These three-headed rocs are different from other household rocs. They are surrounded by light green wind vortices. They are full of ideas when they look around, and they seem to still retain their vitality.

However, in the perception, everything has been wiped out in the huge body, and only the corpse is left for driving.

The Pengniao carries a brocade belt wrapped with countless golden bells on its shoulders and pulls a chariot as gorgeous as a palace.

The chariot is wide, with a circle of beauties leaning against the railings on the outside. There are crocodiles and bells hanging down together, hiding the graceful figures inside, as well as the swamps and mountains and rivers.

Through the window lattice carved with beauties of various colors, you can see the vast hall behind the many doors, with feather fans like a cover, a cloud bed inlaid with gold and jade, a proud figure lying on his back, his cold eyes passing through countless obstacles, far away, carrying endless nobility.

Feeling proud, he looked at Pei Ling through the air.

Numerous rocs waved their wings lightly and swept across thousands of rivers and mountains in an instant, appearing not far from the blood sedan. They immediately stopped in unison, like a forest of chariots filled with thousands, filled with green darkness, and suspended in the air.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling immediately knew that the Tiansheng Cult was here to challenge!

But there were too many people coming... The scale of such an overwhelming force was probably not far different from the last battle between good and evil.

However, it is better for Tianshengjiao to take the initiative to accept the challenge than to shrink back and not accept his challenge.

It's just that now that the battle has been advanced, the monks from the other eight sects may not be able to catch up to watch this battle...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling escaped from the bleeding sedan, put away the flying magic weapon with his backhand, stood in the air, and looked at the densely packed Tiansheng Cult troops in front of him.

He said loudly: "The younger generation, Pei Ling, the current holy son of the Chongming Sect, in order to prove the great truth, hereby challenges the Tiansheng Sect to be the leader."

"Please give me some advice from Master Ji!"

When many Tiansheng Cult monks heard this, their eyes were cold, and their eyes were filled with anger, but they did not make a sound, they only looked at the chariot in the center.

The golden bell of the chariot rang gently, and among the clear ringing, a voice faintly sounded: "Chongming Zong, disrespecting God's will, and despising his comrades."

"It is an insult to the orthodoxy to regard someone with the blood of a slave as a saint."

"The holy religion cares about the friendship between comrades and has repeatedly made concessions and compromised."

"However, the Chongmo Sect is pushing forward every step of the way, and allows such humble people to provoke the sect that God's will favors, and the precious blood that God's will cherishes.

He is rebellious, arrogant and rude, and has no regard for his colleagues."

"The Holy Cult can't bear it any longer. Today, we challenge the Chongming Sect!"

"Disciples, we all belong to the most noble clan in the world and the most noble species in the human race."

"Rebels like Chongmo Sect, who are so humble and arrogant, should obey God's will and kill them all!"

"punish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one of them took a step forward, left the chariot, quickly took their respective positions, and performed all the magic formulas.

[Benshi Jiding] suddenly flew up from the chariot and quickly grew in size. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from an ordinary-sized three-legged round tripod into a giant tripod that stood tall and towered over the sky, suppressing the entire world.

Pei Ling's mind was full of doubts. Before he could figure out what was going on, all the chariots suddenly lit up with countless runes, and the formations engraved on them moved rapidly, spewing out extremely thick and stinking corpse gas, carrying endless wails, and thousands of poisonous substances.

, like billowing smoke, roaring towards him.

At the same time, brilliance shone in the chariot, and an overwhelming amount of spells, supernatural powers, curses, talismans, and weapons... were like violent winds and rain, flooding towards Pei Ling in an instant.

Boom boom boom...

X※※The Liuli Dynasty.

Lu Jing.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Zhong Kuiyou sat upright at the writing desk, holding an imperial pen dipped in cinnabar. The tip of the pen was slightly stiff, but it was already dry. His face was serious, and his thoughts were spinning.

Cicada Tower just sent news that Chi Zhan and other five Hedao demon clans were all killed in their respective residences!

Together with the descendants of the same race who lived with them, no matter men, women, old or young, no one was spared.

This thing is very strange!

Chanlou is still intensively investigating for clues, but so far, they have not found out who the real murderer is.

While I was thinking about it, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the study, accompanied by the jingling of rings.

Soon, a figure with a phoenix crown and Zhai clothes crossed the threshold of the palace. The queen walked in slowly, nodded slightly towards the Danqi, and saluted: "Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!