Before he finished speaking, the hair on Pei Ling's whole body suddenly stood up, and a powerful and terrifying aura of death instantly emerged, suddenly covering him completely!

In an instant, everything around him seemed to suddenly solidify and became extremely slow. A blood-stained ghost-headed sword suddenly hung above Pei Ling's head, like thunder from the sky, and then crashed down!

The blade fell, like a thunderclap. It was so majestic that it carried the power of majestic light. Wherever it went, the void was cracked, annihilating all monsters and monsters, and shocking the soul!

There was a rolling killing intent coming from the broadsword. Once beheaded by it, even the same Hedao-stage monks would not be able to escape death!

At the critical moment of life and death crisis, Pei Ling instantly activated the [Everlasting Regret Curse] to the extreme, and immediately used [Five Ghosts and Heavenly Escape]...

brush!!!

The ghost-headed sword passed through Pei Ling's body and slashed into the floor tiles like a rainbow.

A knife mark as thin as a finger suddenly appeared on Pei Ling's neck. No blood flowed out from the knife mark. The incision was neat and bright. From the front, you could directly see the beam house behind him. The knife mark continued rapidly.

expand……

His entire figure disappeared into thin air as the knife marks expanded and spread.

This is an afterimage!

Pei Ling immediately appeared in the corridor not far away. There was an inch-wide knife mark on his neck, which was deep enough to see the bone. Blood gushes out and has already wet the front of his neck.

If I hadn't escaped quickly enough, I'd probably be dead and in a different place now!

With abundant vitality surging, the knife marks on Pei Ling's neck began to recover rapidly, but the remaining medicinal power of Tianshang Tears was still exerting its effect.

Pei Ling looked at the monk from the Liuhu Dynasty with a very solemn gaze. The rules he mastered were a bit strange.

First, when he is not knocking, his response can violate the law; then, he is not in contact with the other party, but there is still a part of his fate that keeps flowing back to the other party... The other party seems to be able to distort it to a certain extent.

The true law of this place!

In addition, the incarnation is not here, and his strength is not at its peak at the moment. This battle is more difficult than the battle with the monks from Yanxi City just now!

If there are no laws here to restrain the opponent, it will definitely be a disaster.

We must first solve the problem of fate reflux!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately activated the "Secret Record of the Eclipse". His body, face, and breath changed rapidly. Soon, the facial features on Pei Ling's face quietly disappeared and disappeared.

His robes also began to change, his clothes were clothed with mango shoes, and his face was empty... but Pei Ling transformed into the faceless immortal statue in the first door from which he had taken away part of his life.

At the same time, two towering portals rose above his head again.

One of the portals is as eerie as a mountain, and the other is as gorgeous as a fairy, extravagant and gorgeous. However, the atmosphere of great terror and disaster is constantly spreading in the portals.

The appearance of "curse", the breath of "curse"...

Pei Ling immediately felt that the laws of this place seemed to have lost their effect on him, and the fate that had been taken away would no longer flow back into the bodies of the imperial monks.

The blood marks on the neck of the imperial monk continued to expand, and his destiny continued to drain like a river after a dam burst, and his breath also dropped rapidly.

Pei Ling's voice was cold and grand: "Curse!"

As soon as the words fell, the arms that stretched out from the void to hold the heads of the monks from the imperial dynasty immediately showed large areas of traces of ulcers, with pus flowing gurglingly, and the wounds gave birth to vicious and twisted human faces.

"Hehehe...hehehe...hehehe..."

Amidst the sharp and piercing laughter, the head of the imperial monk immediately lost its support and almost fell. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his head.

But then, countless blood-colored sword energy exploded in the corridor like peonies blooming in anger, slashing at the imperial monks.

The sleeves of the monks' robes of the imperial dynasty moved automatically without any wind, and pale golden flames immediately appeared all over their bodies. The fire light rose up and illuminated the night.

Boom boom boom...

The war broke out again, and the whole situation returned to the scene just now.

However, under the influence of the law, the imperial monk's life loss became more and more serious, and his figure gradually became transparent. On the other hand, Pei Ling was still intact, and even the residual effect of the Tears of Heaven in his body was still there.

It can last for a while longer.

Knowing that there was no chance of winning, the monks from the imperial dynasty suddenly said in a hateful voice: "Chongming Sect... Humph!"

He was already extremely weak, but his aura suddenly began to surge abnormally.

All the remaining power is constantly shrinking, collapsing, shrinking, collapsing...

He's going to blow himself up!

Pei Ling frowned, and then without any hesitation, he immediately fled towards the room where the avatar was.

boom!!!

There was an earth-shaking loud noise, mixed with some dim light golden fire, soaring into the sky. The entire station seemed to have been turned over by a dragon, shaking violently.

But soon, the fire that looked like a volcanic eruption quietly dissipated, and darkness descended again, covering the surrounding areas. In the corridor, Pei Ling and the imperial monks had disappeared, while the houses on both sides were in complete ruins, and even the mulberry paper covering the windows was unscathed.

Even the self-destruction of the monks in the Hedao stage was just a flash in the pan and could not cause any damage to the station.

At this moment, a closed door suddenly opened, and a brightly colored skirt appeared in the crack of the door...

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The house is spacious but simple.

On the dilapidated bed, the curtains were hung low, and there was nothing else except a lampstand carved from stone, which was placed on the ground in front of the bed.

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The umbrella

Pei Ling has returned to his original appearance, and his bloody back is recovering rapidly.

In the void, I can no longer feel any power of destiny flowing into my body. The monk from the Liuhu Dynasty no longer exists!

Pei Ling pondered slightly. That imperial monk seemed to hate the Chongming Sect very much. He would rather blow himself up and die than have his life taken away by him, the holy son of the Chongming Sect...

However, it is not a strange thing for good and evil to confront each other...

As his mind was spinning, he stopped in the middle of the room, cupped his hands toward the bed, and said calmly: "Friend Mo Xian, the situation here is special, and the power of law needed by the immortal friend is everywhere."

"I keep my word and brought you here specially."

"Right now, the power of laws here is available to all the immortal friends."

"I wonder how you feel, fellow immortal, right now?"

"My dear fellow immortals, please rest assured. Although the laws of this place are treacherous, with this immortal here, I will definitely protect you and keep you safe!"

Mo Lilan lay quietly without any reaction.

Pei Ling was confused, but considering that there was another Suzhentian monk who might knock on the door at any time, there was no need to delay.

So, he immediately walked towards the bed.
Chapter completed!