Although Pei Ling did think before that if the fallen immortal's will could not be sustained, he would join forces with the other party... but it was not this kind of cooperation!

Moreover, now the will of the fallen immortal is playing him, but what he plays is his own clone!

If he resists now, the other two Patriarchs will definitely find out!

Just when Pei Ling was thinking this, his shirt had been torn off by Patriarch "Li Yi", and his entire upper body was exposed. At this moment, the well-defined muscles were tense, and the body of the high-level monk was almost perfect.

This situation is extremely ordinary, but in the eyes of the current Patriarch "Li Yi", it has great attraction...

Seeing that Patriarch "Li Yi" was about to pounce on him, Pei Ling's whole body was instantly filled with thick darkness in his desperation.

The darkness was like substance. After it appeared, it was like thick ink entering water. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the two of them.

This is [Midian Mist]!

For a moment, except for Mo Lilan and the two remaining ancestors, no one on the field could sense everything in the darkness.

Seeing this scene, the Patriarch "Suji" immediately said: "Immortal Emperor Pei is just a derivation from an illusion, just an incarnation, so why should he be afraid of the eyes of others?"

"Everything in the illusion is nothingness."

"Immortal Emperor Pei attaches so much importance to the morality and etiquette in the fantasy world. He is really fettered by all the constraints in this mortal world."

"Your state of mind is no longer perfect!"

"You must know that our Taoist heart is invincible. The more fearful and fearful we are, the more we need to face it head-on!"

"We are both Immortal Emperors of the Upper Realm, so I will lend a helping hand to Immortal Emperor Pei!"

After saying this, the Patriarch "Su Ji" immediately took action. He pinched the complicated and simple magic formulas one after another. The light in his eyes flowed. On the throne under the seat, on the body that was originally like a rough boulder, various large and small shapes began to appear.

Red gold cloud seal.

The next moment, countless criss-crossing red gold threads appeared in the void, densely packed and dotted, covering the entire gate of Wushi Villa.

As Patriarch Suji suddenly shook his hand, all the red gold color was extinguished.

The sect-protecting formation at Wushi Villa has been completely lifted!

At the same time, the many restrictions, obstructions, and barriers protecting the entire mountain gate quickly disappeared.

In an instant, more than a dozen eyes with different auras, but all extremely powerful, stared at them from the direction of the other eight sects.

These eyes first focused on the five people present to discuss the Tao, but soon, all eyes were looking at the extremely thick chain with faint purple and green brilliance in the void.

On the Caiyun Platform, Mo Lilan's expression did not change at all.

She is now using the identity of Pei Xianyou, and even when she talks to the four owners of Wushi Villa this time, she uses the same tone as Pei Xianyou, without revealing any flaws. The eight major sects cannot tell anything.

of!

And the heavenly tribulation chain she summoned above... this chain is still intact.

As for the Eternal Night Desert, she also used her own power to seal it off. Those eight sects would never know what happened unless they went to the Eternal Night Desert in person!

Yes, she had already made preparations for the other eight sects to watch before discussing the Tao with Wushi Villa. Therefore, both the seal of the main body and the concealment of the current identity were impeccable.

Although there are still some other problems, Pei Xianyou must be fully prepared with his methods, but it is the mother who needs her to worry about...

Thinking of this, Mo Lilan immediately said: "No matter what, I am already deducing the illusion with the owner of 'Li Yi'!"

"But you haven't answered the question I just asked."

"Now, it's your turn to choose!"

Hearing this, Patriarch "Suji" and "Yixi" had not yet replied, several figures with terrifying auras suddenly appeared in the sky above Wushi Villa, far away from the throne and the platform of colorful clouds.

In the void, a towering flower tree suddenly appeared. In the clear light, a beautiful figure of a bird stepped out from under the numerous flower branches. Colorful clothes fluttered, Chinese skirts meandered, and the dazzling hairpin rings lightly struck each other with the steps, as if

The sky wind surrounds me, crisp and sweet.

The stunning girl has a high bun and wide sleeves, her arms are folded in golden silk, and she is looking around in the eyes. Mi Qing, with a delicate figure and beautiful bones, and fallen stars are blowing through her hair and skirt, like a dream, like a goddess coming to the world, a goddess.

Ji Linchen.

At the same time, an incense burner suddenly appeared, and the incense slowly smoked, illustrating the joys and sorrows of thousands of creatures. In the corner, like an eternal empty mountain laurel tree, the osmanthus branches swayed gently, and the golden rustle covered the lapels of the old man in blue.

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The founder of "Shiwei" looked solemn, stood up suddenly, and stepped out. The incense burner, smoke clouds, empty mountains, and osmanthus trees all disappeared, leaving only him standing with his hands behind his back. His figure was as small as a drop in the vast sky, but he had a majestic and majestic air.

Heaven and earth are like Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

At the same moment, the sound of swords screamed from all directions, thirty thousand sword energy galloping like a dragon, roaring to the sky, the sword energy rolled like a tide, and in a moment they gathered into a figure, with sword eyebrows on the temples, tall and strong, and sharp eyes

, like a famous sword unsheathed, with just a casual glance, it seems like thousands of flying swords are coming with a bang!

While the sword roared mightily, the clang of the armor could not be concealed.

The black armor was as heavy as a mountain. Above the sky, a particularly burly figure strode forward. Its entire body was shrouded in heavy armor. Only behind the face armor was a pair of cold and determined eyes. Every step he took

, all with unshakable firmness and determination, as if the entire world was shaking slightly as it landed, and as if the sky was falling apart and the earth was shattering, but it could not move in the slightest.

Thousands of auspicious auras are green and green, shining in all directions. The crown is complete. A tall figure with a sword in his hand emerges from the center of the auspicious energy. He is majestic and majestic, as if he is the king of the world. In the gap between the crown beads, his eyes are calm, but his whole body is majestic.

The flowing aura is like every movement and movement, followed by the thoughts of billions of living beings, full of mysterious and mysterious power.

He is the founder of Su Zhentian, Jiuyi Mountain, Hanyin Sword Sect, Yanxi City and the Liuhu Dynasty!

The founders of the five sects of the Righteous Way first appeared, and in the sky, a graceful and charming figure also appeared floating in the sky.

The white robe is more beautiful than the snow, almost radiant, the red gold ring between the eyebrows shines brightly, the gems are round and radiant, reflecting the world's face, making it even more gorgeous and unparalleled, it is the "Zhu Yin" founder of the Tiansheng Sect!

Not far away from her, a crack opened, and a dark, gloomy, depressing, and indifferent atmosphere first spread out. In the hazy mist, an old gray robe walked out, as if it had spent millions of years, carrying endless wind and frost.

, the heavy burden of everything is draped on the shoulders of a figure, the hood is lowered, covering the face, only a pair of cold eyes, shining like a ghost in the shadow.

A small blood-colored tower the size of a palm hangs from the waist of the man in gray robe, showing his identity as the founder of the Samsara Tower!

Between these two people, a figure appeared without any warning. His clothes were simple, without any ornamentation, and he looked gloomy. He seemed to have been in a state of depression for a long time. He had already lost all his energy in repeated setbacks. His face was indescribable and disappointing.

I was so frightened that I couldn't look straight. At a glance, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss forever.

The dark eyes were as deep as the abyss, but it was the founder of the Chongming Sect, "Fu Qiong", who came in person!

All nine ancestors have arrived!

Without any hesitation, "Shiwei" immediately said: "The seal of the fallen immortal cannot be used to discuss Tao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vast Yin Qi descended from the sky, and the ocean surged and roared. In an instant, the breath of death and disaster came screaming and rolling in, almost completely submerging this world in an instant.

The thick white mist is like a flood that bursts from the embankment, flowing down from the sky.

Two huge thrones emerged from the white mist and hung upside down in the sky. On each of them sat a silhouette that resembled a lake.

The figure on the left has exquisite curves, an aura like an abyss, and long hair hanging down, like a flower blooming in the extreme darkness. It is strange, weird, powerful, dead, and chilling...

The figure on the right is completely composed of darkness, with a human-like appearance and an extremely deep aura, as if it is a gathering of the disasters of the entire world.

He sat quietly, silent, and the breath of disaster, destruction, misfortune, despair, and unknown... was already coming like a rising tide!

The two taboos of Yousu Tomb are coming!

The taboo appeared, and the terrifying and cold majesty instantly locked onto all the Patriarchs present except Wu Shi Villa.

The words of "Death" are magnificent and vast: "No one is allowed to interfere with the path of immortality!"

This voice spread throughout the entire world in an instant.

For a time, the disciples, deacons, and even some elders with low cultivation levels at Wushi Villa all looked decayed and gloomy, like leaves in autumn, their vitality passing quickly, withering in an instant, as if they were about to turn into ashes and be instantly annihilated.

Seeing that a large number of monks in Wushi Villa were about to die, a misty and distant aura suddenly rose from all the disciples, deacons, and elders. In an instant, all the monks in Wushi Villa immediately returned to normal.

A dull, indifferent voice came from the depths of Wushi Villa: "Inferior immortals are not welcome in the lower realm garden."

"If you retreat quickly, you can still retain a trace of consciousness in the illusion!"

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Chapter completed!