Chapter 1223: Getting started with creation. (First update! Please subscribe!)

The next moment, Pei Ling found that he was not on the river where he fought before, but was buried in a pile of corpses.

At this moment, his energy and blood were decayed and decayed. His whole body was covered with rotten wounds, and densely packed human faces were scattered all over it. It looked horrible to look at.

Although the power was used to suppress it in time in the dream, the curse still broke out rapidly at this moment.

The incarnation of Mo Lilan, wearing black clothes, was leaning next to him. Her eyes were closed tightly, her long eyelashes were drooped, her face was as white as jade, and her face was tranquil. Her energy was calm and peaceful, but her will returned to the dreamland of a true fairy.

, the body in the present world automatically fell into a deep sleep.

Pei Ling quickly checked the surroundings and found that the top, bottom, left and right of them were all old-colored skeletons that had been dead for who knows how many years.

Almost all the flesh and blood of these skeletons has disappeared, and only the tattered robes hide the mountains of white bones.

Even so, the bones still exude a radiant light.

Either pure spirit, or yin evil, all kinds of Taoist atmospheres linger in it, and it seems that even the years cannot wash it away.

It can be seen that the owners of these skeletons, whether they were evil or evil, had extremely high cultivation levels during their lifetime. But at this moment, they are like a mass grave in a mortal disaster year. No one buries them, no one cleans them up, and they are piled up in random directions, which is even disturbing.

I remember going to the fish market late at night.

The dead catches were also piled haphazardly in the corner, surrounded by mosquitoes and flies.

Between the bones, silt accumulated, and there were many spiritual plants with cold auras. Dark vines and dark green moss were intertwined and filled between the skulls and white bones.

There are occasional glimmers of light among the branches and leaves, which are many magic weapons that have lost their spirituality and are buried here with their owners.

Time passes by, and the once powerful and unparalleled fierceness has been buried in the years.

Just like ordinary iron, they are rusty and scattered all over the ground.

Pei Ling looked stunned, but then quickly realized that the [Seed of Creation] had been killed in the fairy dream, and its consciousness had been completely wiped out by him.

But with his power in this world, it is impossible to destroy this sacred tree seed.

Therefore, [Seed of Creation] still remains intact.

Pei Ling immediately put the "eyeball" in his hand into his storage bag, and then quickly cast the [Constitution of Life and Death] to cancel the previously set rules.

In a moment, the [Constitution of Life and Death] was lifted, and the curse on Pei Ling immediately stopped.

His voice was cold and majestic: "Reverse!"

As soon as the words fell, all the curses began to fade away.

In the blink of an eye, Pei Ling was back to normal.

Then, seeing that the will of the true immortal had not yet returned to Mo Lilan's body, he made a thought and reached out to hold Mo Lilan's palm.

The two palms touched each other, and Mo Lilan quickly turned into a thick mass of darkness and melted into his body.

Circles of dark red lines appeared, and soon after, as the incarnation was completely retracted, the dark red lines quietly receded.

After doing all this, Pei Ling unfolded his spiritual thoughts and explored the surroundings, but did not find the real figures of Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yun. He frowned, but soon understood that Su Xirou and the others had long since lost their real bodies.

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I was pulled into the dreamland of the True Immortal before, but in fact, I have already left Yousu Tomb...

After leaving Yousu Tomb, go to the True Immortal Dreamland to get the person back.

As his mind was spinning, Pei Ling struggled to push aside the pile of corpses and crawled outside...

The turbid yellow river water flows quietly. Above the river surface, you can see at a glance, the surrounding fields are vast and vast, the sky is gray, and there is nothing except the gray sky and yellow water.

Under the river, large shadows flashed rapidly from time to time, as if hiding countless sneaks.

The cold breath diffused, like a thin layer of fog, dead and silent, floating quietly.

In the vastness of the river, a tall mountain of corpses floated on the river. The densely packed corpses were piled on top of each other, like a mountain.

Suddenly, a muscular arm stretched out from the top of the corpse mountain and grabbed a leg bone.

The next moment, Pei Ling used her strength to climb out.

Standing on the corpse mountain, looking around, I saw the river was vast and the sky was low.

He immediately realized that this mountain of corpses was exactly the one he had seen when he passed the first inn and went to the second inn with Su Xirou!

And the man in black robe he met was always the [Seed of Creation] in the mountain of corpses!

At this time, a spatial rift appeared above Pei Ling's head.

A strong suction force came.

Pei Ling was immediately sucked into the crack.

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The place of creation.

The third portal.

In the center of the portal, a spatial rift suddenly appeared.

Pei Ling emerged from it with a calm expression.

The clearing is vast, and the white mist in the distance is like a wall.

At this moment, the portal behind him collapsed!

The blood light was annihilated inch by inch, and the miserable red vines and thousands of galls screamed hysterically. Amidst the roaring like huge waves, the towering portal roared and collapsed like a collapse of the sky.

Looking at this extremely spectacular and terrifying scene, Pei Ling seemed to feel something in his heart and immediately took out the [Seed of Creation].

The third gate is like a tired bird throwing itself into the forest, a wanderer returning home, rushing into the [Seeds of Creation] without any hesitation. It is like a disaster, the breath of terror, the remaining fragments of the collapse... The seeds will not refuse whoever comes, and they will absorb them all.

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After a while, the third portal completely disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of land on the empty ground.

Without the suppression of the power of the portal, the high wall of white mist in the distance rolled down like a bursting flood, turning into thousands of troops and horses, rushing up and quickly engulfing this area.

A cold, wet, and heavy feeling swept over him. In the heavy fog, Pei Ling put away the [Seed of Creation] again. He did not see Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua coming out of the third door. In addition to the previous True Immortal

Using his will, he did not see Senior Sister Li, Yan Minghua, "Yu" and the Pink Bride...

As expected, he should be the only one entering the third door this time.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling quickly identified his location and was about to look for Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua. Suddenly, three terrifying sights penetrated the void and fell on him!

Pei Ling immediately felt as if endless huge mountains were pressing down on him, and his whole body was unable to move. His magic power was stagnant and his thinking was sluggish, as if he was instantly frozen.

These three eyes didn't mean to cover up at all. They looked at his whole body from head to toe, as if they wanted to see through his entire being.

Fortunately, this process did not last long.

The three gazes quickly retracted.

Pei Ling regained control of his body, and dense cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He was breathing heavily, and his heart was beating like thunder.

For a moment, just after taking a breath and before taking a step, a figure quietly appeared in the white mist.
Chapter completed!