"He knows nothing about the ancient ruins. Naturally, if he can improve his strength before entering, he will increase his strength one more point." The master of the supervisory hall said calmly.

Pei Ling was practicing all the way to the ancient ruins and seemed to be working extremely hard.

This was seen by the four people present.

However, this kid seems to have a hobby of self-abuse...

Li Wuding nodded. The Li family was not allowed to interfere with the true mission.

Otherwise, it would be nothing more than giving the Su family and the sect leader a chance to veto Pei Ling's bid for the position of the Holy Son.

Therefore, whether it was when Pei Ling chose the task or after selecting the task, Li did not reveal a single word of relevant information, which led to the current situation.

However, this doesn't matter much.

Li Lieyue told him that Pei Ling broke through the Blood Madness Realm when he was in the early stage of pill formation.

In the last fight for opportunity on Tianwai Island, he escaped from Qiao Ciguang, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, with his cultivation in the middle stage of Dan Formation.

A mere foreigner in the Nascent Soul stage couldn't do anything to this kid.

Thinking of this, he continued to look at the water mirror.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Pei Ling to kill the Yuanying-stage shark with his sword.

Seeing the second Nascent Soul stage foreigner appear, Si Hongyanshao put down the tea cup and said slowly: "Pei Ling didn't use all his strength just now. There should be no problem with this true mission."

"However, the inheritance of the War King of the Long Bo Clan is incompatible with our human race. Even if he passes the Hall of Hundred Wars, he will only get some dispensable treasures."

"But like foreigners, they can't get the initiation of the skills from their predecessors and teach them all."

Li Wuding said disapprovingly: "As long as the task can be completed."

"What's more, I, the genius of the human race, have many human heritages waiting for him to practice, so why should I care about the things of mere servants?"

Su Yingya said quietly: "Although most of the foreign races are just chickens and dogs and are vulnerable to attack, the Long Bo clan still has some background."

"Especially for this King of War, the entire Longbo clan is brave and warlike, and the women and children are also brave and not afraid of death. His ability to win the title of "War" as a king is evident from his strength."

"It is said that during his lifetime, the King of War moved mountains and seas while chatting and laughing, reaching for stars and moons. His cultivation was profound and his methods were miraculous. He also had a forthright temperament and had friendships with all tribes."

"Even among the human race, there are even some monks who still admire him quite a lot."

Si Hongyanshao nodded slightly and said: "After all, he is one of the few legends among the foreign races. If not for this, his inheritance would not have attracted so many foreign races to covet him."

Su Yingya and others nodded in agreement, and then continued to look into the water mirror.

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Deep in the Chongming Sect.

Above the sky.

The majestic palace is suspended out of thin air, with bone dragons circling and flying, stirring the clouds and mist, as if boiling.

Inside the Qiongyu railing, the sect leader's long sleeves were fluttering and he was walking slowly through the corridor.

Behind him, several beautiful foreign maids with blond hair and golden eyes followed step by step, holding ceremonial fans, baskets, and plain scarves, all with respectful expressions and supple postures.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at the sect master with admiring eyes.

Suddenly, not far ahead, there was a sound of jingling rings.

I saw a slim and enchanting figure, surrounded by a dozen maids in colorful clothes, walking slowly from the other end of the corridor.

The man has a graceful face, his eyes are flooded with light, he is wearing a rosy skirt and moon hat, surrounded by pearls and emerald green, and he looks elegant in all directions.

While walking, the hem of the scarlet skirt surged like blood, revealing a pair of snow-white bare feet. The red gold anklets on the ankles, the golden bells moved with each step, the sound was crisp, and the charm became more and more profound. Every move,

It all makes one's mouth go dry involuntarily.

It is none other than the patriarch’s wife, Si Hongqingyan!

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the foreign maids changed, and they immediately knelt down and put their foreheads to the ground, trembling slightly.

The sect leader looked calm, stopped, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Si Hongqingyan held a round fan in her hand, without even looking at the foreign maids. She walked unhurriedly not far from the sect leader, lightly patted his shoulders and arms with the round fan, and smiled playfully: "You took action?

"

After saying this, her eyes wandered, she took back her fan and fanned it gently, looking around, admiring the scenery high in the sky, with clouds covering the fog and the bone dragon flying back.

The sect leader nodded slightly and said calmly: "The Su family sincerely asked for help, so they helped me once."

Si Hong Qingyan was not surprised. This kind of matter involved the interests of the three clans. As the sect leader, Su Lijing had nothing to do with the matter in private.

Just like Zhou Miaoli, if this was a direct descendant who was close to her, she would also help in the battle for the Saint.

It's a pity that Zhou Miaoli is not...

After thinking about it, Si Hong Qingyan looked away, turned to the sect master, and said with a smile: "I am very curious, what is the problem with the mission that the boy named Pei took this time, and why did the three families not notice it?"

The sect master did not answer the question immediately, but after being silent for a long time, he said calmly: "I will give him a chance."

Si Hong Qingyan paused for a moment while shaking the fan in his hand, and then he understood and said with a smile: "So that's it! However, if the Jiu'ali family discovers this matter..."

The sect master muttered: "So what?"

So what?

Si Hongqingyan chuckled and nodded, yes, at their level, they no longer need to look at the faces of the three families to act.

Of course, the Jiu'ali family still has elders, and they are not so easy to bully.

But the compensation afterwards will definitely be paid by the Su family.

No matter how dissatisfied the Jiu'ali clan is, it is impossible for them to start a war with the current leader of the Holy Sect over a mere foreigner named Jie Dan!

After getting the news she wanted to know, Si Hong Qingyan no longer had any intention of lingering. She immediately waved her fan and turned into a long wind together with a dozen maids behind her. In an instant, she broke through the clouds and went away.

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Daro Ze.

monuments.

The Palace of Hundred Wars.

The flames as bright as the scorching sun slowly dissipated. Even though the Golden Crow hanging in the air revealed its true form, it was still split in half by the blood-colored sword energy. At this moment, it was as if the sun was setting on the west mountain, and the golden brilliance disappeared little by little as the Golden Crow dissipated.

On the ground, Pei Ling panted slightly, took out a pill and drank it.

He has killed eight Nascent Soul-level aliens in succession, and this ancient monument, like Dalo Ze, has no aura at all.

The consumed mana can only be restored by taking elixirs.

Just as the mana in his body recovered a little, another alien with pink skin and long cheeks jumped out of the well.

The exposed face and hands of this foreign race are covered with dense feathers, and the aura surging around them is also the Nascent Soul stage.

Pei Ling took action immediately!

[Eternal Curse Magical Power]!

【Beautiful Rakshasa Picture】!

As soon as this foreigner showed up, he immediately fell into weakness.

Before it could react, Pei Ling quickly fired the spell, [Jealous Bag Lock]!

The flames of Nanke's dream rose in his eyes, and countless tiny runes appeared faintly, intertwining into chains that were thinner than hair.

These chains suddenly rushed out of the eyes, "clatter"... In the void, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing, like a rushing river.

Countless small black chains rushed towards the alien, and in an instant, they were wrapped into a huge black cocoon.

As the dense incantations floated around, most of this foreigner's magic power was sealed in an instant.

Swish, brush, brush...

The next moment, countless sword energy slashed towards his neck.

Not long after, the chains of [Jealous Bag Lock] were retracted, and the alien race was defeated and died, slowly dissipating.

Pei Ling immediately swallowed another pill to restore his mana.

At this time, a huge head protruded from the dark well.
Chapter completed!