Three days later.

Layers of wind and sand swept past repeatedly, and the pile of gravel had already buried half of the huge blood sedan.

However, the blood sedan was clean, but not a speck of dust existed.

Sixteen palace lanterns are still swaying along with their exquisite tassels.

Gradually, all movement stopped.

In the blood sedan, the space is much wider than the outside world, and the furnishings are gorgeous, including tables and chairs.

Pei Ling sat on the throne, holding Si Hong Qingyan, who was limp and boneless, with one hand and holding a newly made jade slip in the other.

What is recorded in the jade slips are the two immortal arts that Si Hongqingyan obtained from the will of the true immortal this time.

Now that the system has been included, all we need to do is find a suitable place to host the system...

This challenge to Wushi Villa, although the will of the true immortal has been accepted and he no longer needs to take action in this battle, after all, it is related to the success or failure of his immortal path, so he must be fully prepared!

"If you take action incarnate, you don't have to worry about your energy to become an immortal being taken away..."

"However, it is my incarnation after all."

"Even though its essence is the will of a true immortal, it is limited by the cultivation of the physical body, and the real strength it can exert must be limited."

"And Wushi Villa is the leader of the Demon Sect, so it will definitely be more difficult to deal with than the Reincarnation Tower!"

"I still have to learn the magic of immortality. If something unexpected happens, I can join forces with the will of the true immortal..."

With this thought in his mind, Pei Ling suddenly exerted a slight force on his hand, and the jade slip was crushed into powder and fell from his fingers.

Then, he hugged Si Hong Qingyan in his arms and immediately ordered: "You go back to the clan first. Don't let anyone know about this matter."

"This is the order of this Holy Son and must be obeyed!"

Si Hongqingyan's voice was soft and charming, and she said very simply: "Yes, Master!"

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Ten days later.

Deep in the sea of ​​ten thousand snakes.

The whale wave is thousands of meters long, sparkling like a hub pattern.

The sea surface shows a dark color, like ink after grinding several times.

The unknown seabirds in the sky chirped hoarsely, their wings fluttered, and they streaked across the blue sky as quickly as arrows.

On the vast sea, whirlpools appear from time to time and disappear in an instant.

Suddenly, a long and narrow space crack opened in the void, and a figure in black clothes with a knife on his back escaped from it, it was Pei Ling.

After appearing, Pei Ling immediately used his spiritual thoughts to sweep across the entire world.

I soon realized that the surroundings seemed calm and there were few living creatures, but deep in the seabed, there were many water monsters and sea monsters with good cultivation hidden there.

However, they were all monsters, and there was no trace of any monks.

Pei Ling couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Since he practiced [All Living Beings, Crossing the Sea of ​​Suffering] last time, the system directly controlled him to attack the gate of Jiuyi Mountain.

Therefore, with the newly gained immortal skills from this training, none of the nine sects’ territories can be selected!

And now this place is deep in the Wanfei Sea. He deliberately spent several days traveling to prevent the system from causing him any trouble if he was too close to the Nine Sects or Wanfei Haifang City.

Thinking of this, he used all kinds of methods that could defeat the illusion, checked the surroundings, and once again confirmed that there was no problem, he immediately set up a large protective formation to conceal it.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling sat down cross-legged in the formation and immediately said silently in his heart: "System, I want to practice..."

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The Liuli Dynasty.

Imperial Mausoleum.

Under the mausoleum of Cui Weiru, there is a vast and unimaginably huge palace.

One thousand and eight hundred thick pillars stand among them, supporting this magnificent building.

The floor of the hall is paved with gold bricks, and huge candles are inserted on the walls and pillars. When the pure white flames burn, the fresh air of the vegetation slowly diffuses, making the entire hall immersed in the rich fragrance of medicine.

It also illuminates countless figures.

These figures are all kinds of strange, only some of them are human race, and quite a few are of alien race, with fur and horns, fuzzy faces, and grotesque bodies.

All figures are carved from bluestone. Even stone statues exude majestic power. Some are unruly, some are iron-clad, some are wild and unruly, some are arrogant and unparalleled, some are soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Their grace was outstanding... Without exception, they all knelt down on one knee and bowed towards the depths of the hall, showing an attitude of absolute surrender.

The deepest part of the hall is the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine level alchemy.

On the Danqi, thrones with exquisite carvings stood quietly, and on each throne, there was a figure with a solemn crown sitting at attention.

Like the figure below, they are all carved in stone.

It seems that due to the passage of time, the color of the stone has turned into a deep dark blue, and the original texture cannot be seen. It only looks majestic and solemn, with a hint of ancient simplicity.

There are many crown beads, covering the face of the person sitting upright, but the aura around him is vast, like the vast ocean, majestic, and bright.

It is obviously a gray underground stone carving, but it gives people a feeling of the sun rising in the sky and the vastness of Yongmu.

Suddenly, under one of the crown beads, his eyes opened.

In an instant, like the rising sun, the originally dark hall suddenly burst into life with majestic vitality. The roughness and simplicity of the stone carvings instantly faded away from the crown, turning into the luxury and complexity of red gold inlaid with jade and gold-woven patterns.

Within the robe, the petrification is eliminated, and flesh and blood reappears!

At the same moment, some of the many stone statues kneeling under the Danqi began to recover rapidly, as if they were about to transform from lifeless and unconscious stone statues into real living beings!

Wave after wave of powerful aura rose up from the top, shook the pan, and was instantly transmitted from the outside through the formation.

At the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, two elderly servants who closed their eyes to meditate felt something and opened their eyes in awe!

After looking at each other, one of the chamberlains quickly ordered: "Tell your majesty that there have been changes in the imperial mausoleum!"

Then, with a thought in his mind, he immediately took out a special lantern, opened a small door, and walked in quickly.

After a while, they arrived in front of a screen wall. Even though the lantern could dispel the darkness and illuminate the surroundings, the servant did not dare to go any further. He immediately knelt down and respectfully asked for instructions: "My maid, please greet me, Your Majesty!"

"May I ask the Emperor if he has any oral instructions?"

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At the same time, Su Zhentian was deep inside.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be boiling and surging.

The flower trees under the waterfall moved automatically in the absence of wind, their petals fluttering all over Suzhen Heaven.

Cen Fangwo felt something in his heart, took a step forward, and appeared in the secret place of the sect.

But I saw a human figure suddenly condensed into the unparalleled rosy clouds, with rosy skirts and moonbands, beaded crowns and golden hairpins. It was so beautiful that it was impossible to look directly at it. It was high on the cloud bed, with bright eyes, but it was not far away.

Su Zhentian, the contemporary headmaster, looked into the distance instead...

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At this moment, within the Han An Sword Sect, thousands of swords suddenly roared together, all pointing at a certain place in the sect.

There is a sword intent soaring into the sky, as condensed as substance, with scorching light, eclipsing the sun and moon as it rises, and majestic pride.

In the cave on the cliff, the Sword God He Fuxiong suddenly opened his eyes and looked in that direction. After a brief reaction, he couldn't help but frown slightly: "The Patriarch of 'Xingyu'?"

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Jiuyi Mountain.

In the forest hut, a burner of incense burns slowly.

In the corner of the changing smoke and clouds, among the rustling golden osmanthus, the founder of "Shiwei" sat under the tree, letting the clear dew stain his clothes and the sweet-scented osmanthus like rain, with a calm and calm look on his face, comprehending the various ways of all living beings.

Suddenly, he withdrew from the practice, opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the Liuhu Dynasty, and nodded gently.

Immediately after, came Su Zhentian, Han An Sword Sect and Yanxi City...

After a while, "Shiwei" spoke calmly as if talking to himself: "Fellow Taoists, I would like to explain the situation first."
Chapter completed!