I Just Want To Be Quiet - Chapter 1400
Looking at the menacing silver threads in the sky, Pei Ling was full of doubts.
[Mingtian’s Great Dream] He has used it many times, the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain, it is impossible not to know about his immortal art!
Under normal circumstances, the opponent should use whatever trump card he should have now, and only by preventing his immortal art can he have a sufficient chance of winning.
But now the opponent’s shot is just a test, and it doesn’t use all his strength!
Something is wrong!
When his mind was spinning, Pei Ling was already controlling many replicas of the ancestral swords, slashing at the incoming silver thread.
swoosh swish…
Wherever the blade went, the sound of silk thread breaking could be heard endlessly, like snow waves roaring and roaring, scattered all over the ground in a blink of an eye.
The next moment, Mo Lilan pointed to Ruo Lanhua, and he had already played the last trick!
An incomparably thick darkness enveloped the audience in an instant.
【Dream of Heaven】It’s done!
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far away.
The spectators were watching the battlefield intently.
Seeing that Pei Ling and the mountain master had officially started a war, Queen Liu Greed asked with a solemn voice: “Everyone think, who will win this battle?”
The crowd fell silent for a while.
If it was before, I saw the mountain master use the magic weapon of the sect of the town [Holding Mountain], as well as the means of Jiuyi Mountain… Everyone would think that the mountain master will win!
But looking back at Pei Ling’s challenge, Yanxi City Tie Xiongju used the magic weapon of the Zongzong [Slaying Evil Axe] and the [Seven Killing Disaster Banner], and was defeated by Pei Ling; Su Zhentian, Cen Fangwo, brought Zhenzong The magic weapon [Xinghuang Konghou], and Qiangna’s heritage [Incapacity of Heaven], was also defeated by Pei Ling’s hands; the Great Elder Cheng Dun of the Cold Dark Sword Sect, please use the ancestral sword to carry the [Immortal Slaying Sword Intent] in the Taoist body, but still lost to Pei Ling’s hand; in the end, the sword **** He Fuqiong was also defeated by Pei Ling’s sword…
More importantly, Pei Ling’s aura of cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the joint path, and the opponent is stronger than the previous four battles!
Thinking of this, the elder Jiuyi Mountain Taishang who had white hair and beard just now said through a voice transmission: “In this battle, the mountain master will win!”
Pei Ling can win against City Lord Tie, Master Cen, and Great Elder Cheng, all relying on that immortal technique!
But now, the patriarch “World Taste” has come forward and secretly taught the mountain master two very special magical powers, if Pei Lingruo will use that fairy art again…
Hearing this, the little half-righteous Taoist monks present nodded slightly, yes, no matter how successful or not this battle is, the current morale cannot be lost!
Su Zhentian Qi Zilang said in a calm voice transmission: “Since ancient times, evil has been invincible, and I also think that the mountain master can win!”
Several other Jiuyi Mountain Supreme Elders all said through sound transmission: “Yes, the mountain master will definitely be able to win the battle this time.”
At this time, He Fuqiong said, “It’s hard to say.”
“Pei Ling’s current strength is much stronger than when he played against me last time.”
“The chance of winning the mountain master is not high now.”
He stared at the battlefield and shook his head slightly.
Tao Shanzhu, like the previous Tiecheng Lord and Cen Zhangjiao, paid too much attention to external forces and paid too much attention to winning and losing.
Before the battle, he has lost his heart!
On the other hand, Pei Ling is truly devoted to the Tao, and has never borrowed any power from the Chongming Sect from beginning to end!
Comparing the two, a decision is made.
In his opinion, the mountain master has already lost this battle!
Hearing this, Cen Fangwo nodded slightly and said softly, “I also think that Pei Ling’s odds of winning are probably greater.”
Beside him, Meng Hongxuan also nodded, feeling that what the headmaster said was absolutely right.
Wenren Lingse, Huan Yunzhen, and Yan Sichun did not speak, but they all agreed with the views of Sword God and Headmaster Cen…
Although Pei Ling said that he was the holy son of Chongming Sect, the path of seeking the Tao was the same in different ways, and there was no distinction between the righteous and the devil.
This Demon Sect’s holy son’s desire to seek the Tao is frank and sincere, not afraid of life and death. From the perspective of Taoism, it is enough to make any monk awe…
In the void separated by a considerable distance, the glazed glass pagoda shone with brilliance, and a group of gray-robed monks standing against the railings, while staring at the battlefield, also secretly communicated through voice transmission: “In this battle, the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain won’t matter. If you lose, you will surely die!”
“The issue of the seal of the Fallen Immortal in the Eternal Night Desert has already been resolved.”
“Within a hundred years, there will be no more accidents.”
“This matter will not hinder us any longer.”
“The current emperor of the Liu greedy dynasty was defeated, the national fortune was damaged, and the strength was greatly reduced in a short period of time!”
“Yanxi City Tie Xiong died, and the new city owner has not yet succeeded.”
“In addition, the owner of Jiuyi Mountain is dying in the morning…”
“Five sects of false Taoism, only Su Zhentian, Cen Fangwo, and Cold Dark Sword Sect, He Fuqiong, are still in their prime.”
“Now is the best time to start the next puppet war!”
Speaking of this, an old man with a clumsy appearance in the center made a deep voice transmission: “If Pei Ling wins this battle, you can start directly!”
Hearing this, a grey-robed cultivator beside him transmitted a voice and asked, “Do you want to inform the people of Tianshengjiao and Wushi Villa?”
The clumsy old man said coldly, “No need!”
“Wushi Mountain Villa will definitely take action, and Pei Shengzi is extremely murderous, and he will definitely help us hold back the Sword God… That’s enough!”
As they were talking, the two monks watching the battle immediately saw that the situation in the field changed suddenly, and the incomparably thick darkness erupted like a mountain torrent.
All the monks’ vision and spiritual sense were blocked, and they could no longer perceive the scene in the field.
Pei Shengzi used that magic trick!
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in a dream.
Mo Lilan was hanging high in the air, her dark robe and long hair fluttering, and in the void opposite her, Tao Wendu held a whisk in hand, his expression was flat, but there was no sign of [Yue in the Palm].
Below, the earth.
The silver threads scattered all over the ground instantly swam and floated like living creatures, and in a blink of an eye, they stood upright like arrows, showing their sharp edges!
Soon, these dense, layered silver threads began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Mo Liland frowned, these silver threads were devouring the power of [Dream of Heaven]!
Thinking of Tao Wendu’s previous performances, she didn’t hesitate, and immediately played a simple magic trick to release the dream!
At the same time, the silver threads that were soaring like weeds after the rain jumped up in an instant, like a big silver net, winding towards Mo Lilan in the sky.
Just before the silver thread was about to touch Mo Lilan, the dream suddenly shattered, as if a complete mirror had been shattered into countless pieces. Everything in the dream was momentarily still, and countless bizarre pictures flowed out and turned into a snap. Be ashes!
In a blink of an eye, Mo Lilan suddenly returned to the present world. The surrounding darkness filled the air. Before the [Mist of the Underworld] dissipated, he heard the roar of the wind above his head. drop it!
Pei Ling said in a cold voice, “Reverse!”
In the darkness, a dull and low voice came at the same time: “Mountain!”
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