Su Lijing smiled faintly and said: "Pei Ling is a man of extraordinary talent. Although he comes from a humble background, he is constantly striving to improve himself and practice hard. He is the fastest-growing disciple of our Holy Sect in recent years."

"He is a well-deserved genius!"

"It's just that he is still young and has only been practicing for a short period of time, so his reputation is indeed not great."

"But, that was all in the past."

"I can say that after today, Pei Ling's name will spread throughout the world!"

Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell all around.

Just when Su Lijing had doubts in his heart and thought about the reason for this, he heard the old wizard from the Samsara Tower nod slightly and said dullly: "This Pei Ling is indeed extraordinary."

"really."

"good."

"This boy is different."

"I'm afraid it's unprecedented."

"Even unprecedented."

"Sect Master Su is magnanimous."

Not only the three demonic sects, but also the high-level monks of the righteous path all spoke in agreement.

All in all, the eight major sects all behaved very politely and never mentioned the matter of Pei Ling and the sect leader's wife. This is the Chongming Sect after all, and it would be of no benefit to anyone if things were brought to a standstill in person.

After exchanging pleasantries with the eight major sects, Su Lijing looked at the field.

Everything is almost ready now, and the guests have basically arrived.

As long as he gives the order, Pei Ling can appear, climb the blood ladder of all races, and become the Holy Son... However, he always feels that the eyes of the eight major sects looking at him are a bit strange!

With his mind spinning, Su Lijing swept over himself with his spiritual thoughts, and found nothing wrong. Then, he looked at Si Hongqing beside him, only to see Si Hongqing wearing gorgeous clothes, surrounded by green beads.

, the beautiful and charming face is covered with gloom and violence.

He was filled with murderous aura and seemed ready to strike at any time and anywhere.

Su Lijing couldn't help but frown, knowing the reason.

So, he immediately sent a message: "Not long after the Fourth True Successor came to the throne, he was promoted to the Holy Son. This is a blessing for our Holy Sect, and it is a great joy that we invite all our colleagues to come and watch the ceremony."

"Don't show any shame here."

"Now that the eight sects are watching, even if you don't care about your own reputation, you should at least take care of the dignity of the Holy Sect."

Hearing this, Si Hongqing turned his head and glanced at Su Lijing faintly, then turned back expressionlessly and said nothing.

Su Lijing felt a little dissatisfied.

This Si Hongqingyan usually doesn't give him face, so it doesn't matter.

But these sect masters cannot allow the other party to mess around!

Thinking of this, Su Lijing then sent a message: "Although Pei Ling is not a member of your Si Hong family, he is not a member of my Su family. In fact, I had a conflict with him before, and it is the same now.

Let go of the past?"

"As the wife of a dignified sect leader, how can you be so narrow-minded and so careless with a junior disciple?"

"Not to mention that doing this will make outsiders laugh now. How can we go further in the future?"

Si Hong Qingyan looked at Su Lijing coldly again, secretly exerting force with her fingertips, and crushed the armrest made of ten thousand years of jade into powder, but in the end, she still didn't say anything, turned her face, and

He finally showed a fake smile that looked fake at first sight.

Seeing this, although Su Lijing was still a little dissatisfied, he didn't bother to argue with Si Hongqing any more, and said calmly: "Come in with Pei Ling, get ready to start the ceremony."

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In a small independent courtyard.

The teleportation array in the courtyard was flickering with dim light.

By the teleportation array, Pei Ling had prepared everything.

Not far away, stood the pulse master of the thirteen meridians of the inner gate.

But the two true successors, Zhou Miaoli and Su Zhenhe, never appeared.

Pei Ling was not surprised by this. The Li family had already greeted him before, and this time he climbed the Blood Ladder of Ten Thousand Races to deliberately lure the disciples of the Eight Sects into taking the bait.

Therefore, no guardians were prepared for him.

Even the master of the upper three meridians will not be allowed to take action when the time comes.

At this moment, a figure flashed in the courtyard, and Li Wuding appeared out of thin air, nodded to Pei Ling, and said in a deep voice: "It's almost time, you can show up."

Pei Ling nodded: "Yes."

After that, without any hesitation, he stepped into the teleportation array.

The thirteen pulse masters followed closely behind, and the group of people quickly disappeared into the small courtyard.

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, on an empty platform that occupies a small area, a cold atmosphere spread, and a black light flashed, revealing Pei Ling's figure.

He is hunting in black robes, carrying a long knife on his back, with a stern expression, resolute eyes, a hint of violence between his brows, and an evil aura lingering around his body. As he stands proudly, a ferocious aura hits his face!

In an instant, all eyes present glanced over and focused on him alone.

Even if thirteen pulse masters appeared immediately behind him, they could not distract everyone's attention at all.

Among them, the gazes of many high-level monks on the main seat, even though they are not malicious, are extremely heavy, as if several mountains are pressing down on you!

Pei Ling did not shy away, and looked as usual. After bowing to the throne of honor, he then clasped his fists and saluted in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, all the guests stood up to return the courtesy, and then saluted to the host: "Congratulations to the Holy Sect, may the fire be passed on, and may the blessings continue!"

"You don't need to be polite." On the main seat, in the chaos and mist, Su Li's voice was gentle and elegant, and he announced in front of everyone, "Pei Ling, the true successor of our sect, broke the pill and condensed the infant yesterday, and he wants to ascend to the position of the Holy Son."

"Today, I thank all of you comrades who have traveled thousands of miles to bear witness to me."

Having said this, he called out in a deep voice, "Supervise the Lord of the Palace."

The master of the supervisory hall with purple eyes and black robes immediately came out: "My subordinates are here."

Su Lijing said briefly: "Ascended to the Blood Seat of the Holy Son."

The Lord of the Supervisory Palace bowed and said: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​clouds that had been changing leisurely suddenly became stagnant, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Afterwards, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly surged up, howling and roaring, boiling in all directions like a turbulent wave.

The platform hosting the guests and disciples seemed like an isolated island in the ocean. Despite such changes, it remained as stable as a mountain.

However, except for the high-level monks, all the creatures felt frightened.

"Grrrr..." Many people could not help but tremble with their teeth, unable to hold the chopsticks, and almost wanted to get up and run away immediately.

Somehow, they felt that some indescribable horror and disaster was about to come!

After a moment, in the sea of ​​clouds, a bloody throne like a solitary peak slowly rose.

The throne was simple and heavy in style, and seemed to be surrounded by bloody flames.

It was so silent, like a silent and creeping beast.

In front of the seat, there are endless blood-colored stairs with the blood-evil spirit rising into the sky. On each step, there are carvings of "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night", and there are countless statues of demons and ghosts, arranged on the left and right.

Coldness, dead silence, blood, resentment, evil thoughts... flowed everywhere, lingering around the place.

When the throne was raised to the same level as the main throne, the master of the supervisory hall said in a deep voice: "The true legend Pei Ling, the blood ladder of thousands of tribes."

"The rules of the Holy Sect are that the Holy Son and Holy Daughter cannot take office without going through the blood ladder of all races!"

"Today, as witnesses, we have climbed the blood ladder of all races before we can be crowned the Holy Son."

"This is your last chance to retreat. Once you step on the bloody ladder, you will never retreat!"

Pei Ling didn't hesitate at all. In a flash, he appeared on the first level of the blood ladder. Roar!

Several blood beasts appeared instantly, roaring and rushing towards him.

brush!

The bloody sword energy flashed through, and all the blood beasts were cut in half and dissipated instantly.
Chapter completed!