Chapter 1218: Planting "Cause". (Second update! Please subscribe!)

Next, Pei Ling came to the dark and silent corridor, used [Secret Records of the Eclipse] and the Law of Deception to enter the room of a Jiuyi Mountain monk, and cast [Dream of the Underworld]...

Repeated again and again, reincarnated again and again.

I don’t know how many hallucinations I have experienced, and I don’t know how many halls I have returned to... Finally, once he sat back at the table and looked around, Pei Ling discovered that in the entire hall, he, Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan were the only ones.

Yunzhen four people.

The monks from the nine major sects, who were almost full at first, have all been eliminated by him!

At this time, Pei Ling's mind was very confused due to absorbing too many fates. Moreover, he didn't know if it was his illusion that he had swallowed up the fates of so many Hedao monks. He did not feel that his cultivation was

How much growth.

"Bata."

The man in black robe brought the soul wine, and Pei Ling immediately raised his hand to pick up one of the bowls, raised his head and drank it all.

Amidst the coldness like a knife blade, waves of warmth spread into the limbs and bones.

Pei Ling felt that his condition had been greatly relieved.

He put down the wine bowl and said briefly to Su Xirou and the others: "Go back to your room and rest."

With that said, Pei Ling stood up and walked towards the back of the lobby.

Su Xirou and the other three had also finished drinking the soul wine, and when they saw this, they immediately followed up.

After walking a few steps, Su Xirou suddenly sent a voice message and said: "It's a bit strange."

"We have obviously just entered the inn, but it feels like we have been in this inn for a long time."

Before Pei Ling could say anything, Meng Hongxuan also sent a voice message: "I also have a similar feeling."

"Junior, be careful."

The sword blade in Huan Yun's true eyes flashed and disappeared, and he also transmitted the message: "My sword heart also has a similar feeling."

After listening to their words, Pei Ling's expression did not change. It seemed that except for him, Su Xirou and the others did not remember anything that happened in the previous illusion.

He asked calmly: "How long do you think time has passed?"

Su Xirou said: "Almost half a month."

Meng Hongxuan sent a message: "About fifteen days."

Huan Yunzhen looked indifferent. He originally wanted to say half a month, but seeing that Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan had already spoken, he nodded slightly and did not speak.

Half a month?

Pei Ling was slightly startled. He had been reincarnated in the illusion too many times, and coupled with the fate of so many Hedao monks, the time during this period was very blurry.

But now Su Xirou and Meng Hongxuan both said so, and Huan Yunzhen also acquiesced to this time, so it was basically correct!

The rule of the Ninth Inn is to stay for half a month, and the current time is almost half a month!

very good!

It seems that the key to passing this ninth station is to get rid of all the Hedao monks!

He will immediately get the good fortune left to him by the "curse"!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling said: "After tonight, I may leave this place."

"I also ask the three seniors to be prepared. When the time comes, they will leave with me and return to the road!"

Su Xirou and the other two looked solemn, nodded slightly, and said in unison: "Okay!"

While they were talking, they had already walked out of the lobby and stepped onto a long, silent and dark corridor.

The corridor is deep, with doorways on both sides and numerous houses.

At this moment, all the houses were empty, without any breath, but no one was inhabited.

Pei Ling randomly chose a room and walked into it alone.

He was now extremely tired and needed a good rest alone, so he didn't ask Su Xirou to come with him.

The house was simple and spacious, and this scene was already very familiar to Pei Ling.

He walked directly to the bed and lay down.

Peace, tranquility, nourishment... came like a tide, and a warm feeling of comfort penetrated into the bone marrow, nourishing his soul bit by bit.

Pei Ling quickly fell asleep.

The room was quiet, as quiet as death, and as dazed as night. There was an indescribable weirdness in the tranquility.

...I don’t know how long it took, but there was a dull knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

Pei Ling woke up suddenly, but did not open his eyes. At the same time, he said without any hesitation: "No!"

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong!"

The knocking on the door was getting closer and closer, and the source of the sound kept moving upwards. Pei Ling felt that the room seemed to be gradually transforming into a coffin.

An obscure, hoarse voice came in: "On the count of nine, open your eyes."

Upon hearing this voice, Pei Ling immediately knew that it was the man in black robe.

If the other party comes over, it means that he has successfully passed the ninth inn!

It's finally over!

"one."

"two."

"three……"

A hoarse voice began to count, and at the same time, Pei Ling felt that the coffin he was in was being dragged up and pulled in a certain direction.

"Four."

"five."

"six……"

After moving a certain distance, the coffin finally stopped.

"Click."

After a burst of noise, the coffin lid was opened, a ray of skylight entered the coffin, and the man in black robe slowly announced the last number: "Nine!"

Pei Ling immediately opened his eyes. Before he could take in his surroundings, he saw a dark, lifeless figure floating above him face to face.

He still maintained his posture with his hands folded in his sleeves, and every inch of his body, including his hair, was completely covered by a black robe, making it difficult to distinguish between male, female, old and young.

Under the hood, his eyes were dim and his chest did not rise and fall, as if it were a stone or a branch, as quiet as death.

It's the man in black robe that every inn has!

Behind it, the coffin lid was tightly closed and had not been opened at all!

Before Pei Ling could react, a slender and elegant black silk thread suddenly extended from the man in black robe and connected to Pei Ling.

Pei Ling is very familiar with this black line. This is exactly the black line he saw under the water connecting the [Seed of Creation] with many Hedao monks!

He instantly felt that his cultivation, strength, longevity... all began to flow into the black-robed man's body!

The next moment, the black-robed man's body seemed to burst into flames like an ink-colored lotus flower. Black silk threads burst out, densely connecting Pei Ling's whole body.

His whole body exuded an obscure, cold, and silent aura, which gave Pei Ling an extremely strong sense of familiarity.

It is [the seed of creation]!

As soon as this thought came up, Pei Ling heard a familiar obscure hoarse voice coming from under the hood: "You plant the cause, and I will get the result!"

In an instant, scenes of memories flooded into Pei Ling's mind like a flood...

He is Wei Duanju of the Han An Sword Sect, carrying his sword and flying between high mountains and deep valleys, slaying evil and demons, sharpening the sword's heart, and climbing to the peak of the sword step by step; he is Liao Jingguan of the Samsara Tower, with gray robes scattered, a butcher floating on his waist, and bare feet

Walking in the world, exterminating living beings, slaughtering cities, and

Supporting the great righteousness of this world; he is a member of the Hongying family of the Liuhu Dynasty. He was born in a squire's family. He has studied hard since he was a child. After entering Taoism, he practiced day after day, did good deeds, and accumulated virtue... Finally, he was admitted to the Royal Enshrinement Court and gained enlightenment.

The ultimate mystery accumulated by the Zhongkui family over many years...

He was still Dou Yinmeng of Jiuyi Mountain. He had excellent understanding since he was a child. He became a disciple of Jiuyi Mountain's master. His cultivation speed improved by leaps and bounds, astonishing the world. As he wished, he killed countless evil spirits...

He was also Su Zhen Tian Murong's message, dancing swords among flowers, enlightening the Dharma in front of streams, making tea and entertaining guests among spring flowers and autumn moons, discussing Tao with sisters, traveling thousands of miles, treading on countless dead ends, experiencing life and death, and passing by flowers and branches.

Here, the heads of demonic cultivators are rolling around, and their immortal postures gradually become majestic and majestic...

Having already been hit by a similar trick once, Pei Ling was immediately on guard this time. Without any hesitation, the moment these memories just emerged in his mind, he immediately said silently in his heart: "System, I want to practice, one-click hosting."

[Secret Records of the Eclipse]!”

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