Chapter 289: In the dark.
Wu Shi Villa.
On the huge throne like a mountain, a certain area was completely shrouded in thick darkness.
[Midian Fog] blocks sight and thoughts, preventing the outside world from knowing anything about what is going on inside.
In the darkness, Pei Ling was sat on the throne, with his black hair disheveled, his robes in tatters, his muscles exposed everywhere, and there was not much to cover his body.
The snowy hair falls down on the chest, like a wisp of moonlight slanting down from the night, swaying violently with the movements of the founder "Li Yi".
Patriarch "Li Yi" had already begun to tear apart her dark-bottomed gold-patterned deep garment. The outer garment fell to the floor, revealing the snow-white hair-like inner garment. Before she even took off all the skirts, she couldn't wait to hug Pei Ling tightly.
, biting his lips hard.
In order to prevent the failure of Xianlu, Pei Ling does not dare to resist at all now, and can only cooperate and open his mouth slightly...
The next moment, there was pain on his lips, and his whole body was pushed down on the throne by a powerful force.
Pei Ling was thinking about countermeasures in his heart. Now he was in a very bad situation. Next, should he practice the [Secret Book of Six Desires]? Or practice the [Maha Color Scroll]?
Just as he was thinking this, his mind suddenly sensed that several terrifying auras appeared above Wushi Villa.
He is very familiar with some of these powerful auras!
It is the founder of Chongming Sect, "Fuqiong", the founder of "Shiwei" from Jiuyi Mountain, and the founder of "Zhuyi" from Tiansheng Sect!
Are all the ancestors of the other eight sects here?
Realizing this, Pei Ling's expression suddenly changed. The Fallen Immortal Will had just used his identity to attack the chain that sealed the Fallen Immortal!
If the ancestors of the eight major sects knew about this matter...
As his mind was spinning, he noticed that two equally familiar cold and powerful auras appeared, and they were the two taboos of Yousu Tomb!
"No one is allowed to interfere with the Immortal Path!"
The majestic voice spread throughout the entire world in an instant.
Hearing Taboo speak, Pei Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The current situation was obvious. As long as his path to immortality could succeed, the two Taboos would definitely protect him!
There is no need to worry about external matters for the time being, and you can continue to consider which technique to practice...
But at this moment, Pei Ling suddenly felt an extremely terrifying and vast spiritual thought, directly passing through his [Midian Mist], sweeping past him and the Patriarch "Li Yi"!
The next moment, a plain, indifferent voice sounded from the depths of Wushi Villa: "Inferior immortals are not welcome in the Lower Realm Bieyuan."
"If you retreat quickly, you can still retain a trace of consciousness in the illusion!"
Pei Ling was suddenly shocked. The [Midtian Fog] in the eternal night desert can block detection and perception, but the body just now completely ignored his [Mingtian Mist]!
He is Wu Shi Villa, the founder of the Mahayana period!
Fortunately, in the eyes of Wushi Villa, he is the same Upper Realm Immortal Emperor Linchen as them, but there is no need to worry that the other party will attack him, but...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling had a thought in his mind and immediately launched the [Heavenly Blood Hell] in the [Midian Fog].
The sweet and fishy smell spread, and the blood color surged, like a curtain, covering the two of them and the throne beneath them.
Double isolation of sight, isolation of spiritual thoughts, and then he uneasily set up large formations and restrictions around him to block internal and external sight, spiritual thoughts, exploration, and perception...
Although he is now the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, it is better to restrain himself from deducing the illusion with the Patriarch in public in broad daylight.
After all, he has never done anything like this before...
That time the eight true transmissions were viewed from the outside of the screen, it was system control, not...
Before Pei Ling could think about it, Patriarch "Li Yi" had already taken off her last piece of clothing. She pressed her body tightly against Pei Ling's body and completely pushed him down on the throne in an instant.
At the same time, an earth-shaking loud noise came.
The strong wind howled in the void, and the space was shattered... Immediately, countless terrifying auras escaped and intertwined.
The Nine Patriarchs, two taboos...
Let’s get started!
However, such violent noises were heard one after another, but Patriarch "Li Yi" didn't care at all.
…
Like spring water melting ice, like falling flowers floating on green, and like flying snow falling into the forest,
…
From Pei Ling's perspective, the patriarch has a pretty face, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the color is alluring as he glances at him. The high and distant eyebrows are full of vitality that has not been muddied by the world of mortals. He looks like a 28-year-old girl, but his figure is
Slender and graceful, with a waist as slender as a willow, like a new bud in spring, pliable, soft and graceful.
The long silver-white hair hangs down like a waterfall, like the moonlight falling from the sky. When the wind blows, the willow branches move with it, shaking the moonlight and rippling the undulating snow-capped mountains. The eyes are full of brightness and the fragrance is full of fragrance.
…
Just at this moment...
Boom boom boom boom!!!
Outside [The Fog of the Underworld], a series of sounds of fighting came loudly, the wind and water rose, thunder suddenly fell, and for a while, thousands of beasts galloped and birds gathered together.
There was a lot of noise and loud noises.
Suddenly, a melee broke out between the Nine Patriarchs and the two taboos. The void was unbearable and cracked inch by inch. The storm suddenly rose and died. The sky rotated day and night in an instant, and the weather was myriad.
In the darkness, the moonlight suddenly bursts out, and the pure white color changes, as if it is rising from the water. The water stirs up the wind, sways the willow branches, shakes the ripples, and sparkles infinitely, as if there is rising heat, and the good night is short.
Outside the turbulent darkness, magic spells spread across the sky, various laws are intertwined like a network, the void is fragmented, the world here is constantly trembling, and the strong wind and fierce flames are all surging.
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A simple throne like a mountain hangs quietly in the air, with thick chains running through the sky. No matter how many means collide in the void, and layers of impact force swarm in, it remains motionless.
High in the sky, the war is raging.
As the mountains rise and fall, thousands of beasts gallop, the sky winds are mighty, the water roars, and the thunder suddenly falls like a forest, reflecting the pale whiteness of the whole world.
On the throne that hangs upside down, the dark figure seems to condense the meaning of endless decay, and the withered breath surges and disperses. When the taboo from the land of the dead sits upright, the big sleeves are bulging, the white mist is billowing, and the gray haze is roaring, like a flood that bursts a bank and erodes
The whole world.
Countless red eyes, filled with endless resentment, opened out of the coldness, densely packed, with malice solidified, looking at the chariot on the Hongqiao.
All attacks were deliberately avoided at Wushi Villa.
On the stage of Caiyun, Mo Lilan was sitting upright. Diagonally across from him, "Suji", "Yixi" and Weiweizi were all sitting upright and motionless.
The four of them looked calm and unmoved by the battle not far away.
Especially the three village owners, two naked and one holding a mad dog, all looked calm and indifferent under the gaze of the Eighth Sect Patriarch and the two taboos, as if all this was as ordinary as eating and drinking.
At this time, Mo Lilan raised his head slightly and looked at the two taboos in Yousu Tomb.
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Chapter completed!