"It seems that if you want to do any tasks in the future, you have to reserve three days and not enter the 'Little Self-Heaven'."

"This way, if an accident happens, I can escape safely."

"Now, you can start practicing..."

"I practiced the [Eternal Fire True Art] last time, but it will still take a long time before I realize the magical power."

"On the contrary, my cultivation is now at the peak of the middle stage of divine transformation. Breaking through to the late stage of divine transformation will be faster than cultivating the magical power of [Eternal Fire True Art]."

"Now, breakthrough is the most important thing!"

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately decided to practice [Blood Sword True Solution] first.

So, he called out the flag spirit and warned: "Senior Zhu Evil, if I stand up inexplicably after my cultivation reaches the late stage of divine transformation, attack me immediately and be gentle."

After all, every time he breaks through the realm, the system will give him a Taoist companion for free.

In this "Little Free Heaven", among the candidates for Taoist companions, there is only one Yao Qingyu who meets the conditions, and the system has already given it to him, so there is nothing to worry about.

However, he has now brought in the [Evil-Slaying Flag] as well.

The system won't even let go of corpses, so what if it gives him a flag spirit?

At this time, Qi Ling said expressionlessly: "Okay."

Pei Ling nodded slightly, and then said silently in his mind: "System, I want to practice. One-click hosting of [Blood Sword True Solution]..."

"Ding dong! The intelligent cultivation system is here to serve you wholeheartedly! One-click hosting, intelligent upgrade! Start hosting cultivation now. Please note: During cultivation, the host will lose control of the body, please don't panic..."

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Jiuyi Mountain.

Youzhou battlefield.

On a hill, the originally dense vegetation had long since disappeared. The scorched earth was everywhere, and the smell of blood mixed with the sounds of fighting spread far away.

Several righteous disciples dressed in blue robes, with clear and pure auras, offered their own magic weapons, pinched magic formulas in their hands, and were besieging a monk from the Tiansheng Cult who was wearing a white robe and a golden crown. He had a handsome appearance and a tall body, and he was the true successor of the Tiansheng Cult.

Huo Fei.

As Huo Fei waved his hand, blood filled the sky. Bloody hands and bloody footprints emerged one after another, crawling towards the righteous disciples from the void.

"You are so brave, you thief from the Demon Sect!" Seeing that those bloody hands and bloody footprints were extremely young, clearly belonging to babies, the righteous monks became even more furious. The leader, Shang Fufeng, threw the folding fan in his hand, which was as big as a mountain in an instant, holding the demon-slaying weapon in his hand.

Intentionally, he pressed his head down towards Huo Fei.

Huo Fei noticed the momentum and did not dare to force the attack, so he quickly got out of the way.

After a while, the fight didn't last long, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Seeing that he was defeated, he no longer hesitated, the gem between his eyebrows burned, his speed increased sharply, and he immediately ran away.

"You are a hypocritical running dog, and if you don't follow God's will, there will be disaster! I will take the first step, and when I turn back, I will sacrifice blood to all the people in Youzhou, and take your relatives, brothers, and feet as blood food!"

His figure turned into a streak of blood and disappeared, but his vicious words still echoed on the hills for a long time.

Seeing this scene, the righteous disciples did not continue to pursue him. Even Shang Fufeng, whose expression changed for a moment, finally just put away the folding fan and said in a deep voice: "Let's go and see if there are any surviving creatures in the nearby villages."

Their mission is not to kill the enemy, but to rescue the mortal creatures here.

"Senior Brother Shang, the number of demonic cultivators who have come to attack the city has been decreasing recently. It seems that the demonic path is going against the grain and cannot last long." Seeing this, a female cultivator spoke softly and comforted her tactfully.

Hearing this, another male cultivator said: "It is said that Wushi Villa has been retreating in the past few days. I don't know what happened."

The female monk said: "No matter what happens, without Wushi Villa charging forward, the Demon Sect will not be able to hold on for long."

A monk who looked to be the youngest looked around at the mess around him, sighed, and said, "This is good. This war will end soon, and all sentient beings will no longer have to suffer so much."

While they were talking, they had already used their escape skills and began to inspect inch by inch...

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Jiuyi Mountain.

Jizhou.

Ning Wuye, wearing a white robe and a bamboo crown, stood in the air with no expression on his face.

Three thousand miles of heaven and earth, the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, as densely packed as several grains of bamboo.

Everything that comes into view is powdered.

The surrounding original landforms, vegetation, houses, rivers, mountains... everything has disappeared.

Only the majestic sword intent and raging demonic power filled the entire world.

But right now, the sword intent is unparalleled, and the demonic power that originally competed with each other is being continuously devoured, eroded, and destroyed...

In the center of the battlefield, a demonic monk wearing gray robes and with an evil and treacherous aura about his body stood proudly. A glazed tower hung on his waist, which was the status symbol of the elder of the Reincarnation Tower.

The two sides faced off from a distance.

For a moment, a bloodstain instantly appeared from the forehead to the chin of the elder of the Samsara Tower.

The blood stain continued to lengthen and expand, and soon it quickly spread over the head, down the neck and towards the chest.

Accompanied by the heart-wrenching sound of bones and flesh splitting apart, the blood marks became thicker and thicker, and gurgling blood spattered... Finally, his entire body fell on both sides, his internal organs spilled all over the ground, and his body was split in two!

At the same time, the soul in the Tao body quickly dispersed, but there was no chance to escape.

In mid-air, Ning Wuye calmly stretched out his hand and made a move. A bit of cold light flew in front of him like lightning. The flying sword of his destiny returned to its sheath with clear light.

After straightening his robes, Jianzi looked around and sighed slightly.

After returning from the Eternal Night Desert, he quickly broke through the Nine Tribulations God Transformation in the secret place of the Hangan Sword Sect. After that, he learned the sword for half a year. He just came out of seclusion recently. He originally wanted to try the sword with his fellow demon sect, but he encountered

After a fierce battle with this reincarnation tower elder, he used the other person's life to sharpen his natal flying sword after he entered the stage of becoming a god.

However, at this moment, he did not feel the joy of defeating the older generation of gods at all. His bones were exposed in the wild, and there were no roosters crowing for thousands of miles... Such a tragic situation made any righteous monk who witnessed it feel unspeakably pitiful.

Just when Ning Wuye was about to leave this place and look for traces of the demon cultivator elsewhere, a sword light roared from outside the sky and arrived not far away in an instant. The sword light dissipated, revealing a man in red robes who was captured.

The monk with bare legs has a sharp sword all over his body, and he carries a long black sword on his back. As he looks around, there seems to be a sharp blade unsheathed in his eyes, which is breathtaking.

Ning Wuye immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Disciple pays homage to Patriarch Du."

The visitor, Du Fujing, was one of the ancestors of the Han An Sword Sect. When the five sects of the Righteous Way were invited to the Chongming Sect to participate in the enthronement ceremony of the new Holy Son, he was the ancestor of the Han An Sword Sect who later attended the ceremony.

At this moment, he looked at Ning Wuye, nodded slightly, and immediately said: "The war is about to end, and the Patriarch of 'Chengrong' is out of seclusion. Now, you should immediately follow me to pay homage to the Patriarch."

"The Patriarch wants to know everything that happened in the Evernight Desert half a year ago."

Will the war end soon?

The Patriarch comes out of seclusion?

Ning Wuye was startled, but quickly came to his senses and quickly replied: "Yes!"

Du Fujing said: "Come with me."

Before he finished speaking, the sword light reappeared and was already shooting towards the sky where it came from.

Ning Wuye nodded, immediately used Sword Escape, and followed closely, but felt very regretful in his heart.
Chapter completed!