Toward the palace.

Side hall.

Dresses were scattered all over the floor.

The rapid breathing filled the darkened hall with a fiery atmosphere.

On the mist-like gauze tent, shadows reflected the intersecting moon branches. On the plain-colored gauze curtains, the long black hair was spread like satin, making the snow-skinned flower look even more apparent.

Li Lieyue's starry eyes were half-closed, and at some point, two flushes appeared on her plain white face.

The cherry lips are slightly arched and long, and the water is shining.

The slender and graceful waist is being firmly pressed on the raft by a pair of arms, like a boat on the sea, carrying ups and downs, ups and downs.

The ultimate feeling of guilt came over me like a tidal wave.

It makes people want to sink into it involuntarily and become drunk forever.

After a while, the palace gradually fell silent.

At some point, Li Lieyue, who was forced to lean against the palace wall, panted slightly. While recalling the experience just now, she was surprised in her heart: "Fate... the power of the spell..."

The Holy Sect also has some means of depriving others of their lives.

But under normal circumstances, monks are not ghosts and have difficulty digesting other people's fates.

At most, it can occupy the cultivation experience and memory of the original owner of the destiny, but whether one can truly master these depends on the individual's qualifications.

And the opportunity that Junior Brother Pei got at Yousu Tomb this time is truly a blessing.

These fates are extremely pure, and they are all masterless fates. The most important thing is that they can be perfectly refined!

For monks, the real importance of destiny can be reflected after becoming a god.

Transformation into gods is a realm above Nascent Soul.

Under the Nascent Soul, the role of fate is only to increase lifespan, rejuvenate, and miraculously survive when suffering some fatal injuries...

In addition, if what is refined is not the masterless destiny but the destiny of a monk, then part of the monk's practice experience and memory can be inherited.

If the refining is perfect, it can truly inherit everything of the original owner.

Including talent.

Of course, the fate of many sect members, and even some monks with special opportunities, is protected. Under normal circumstances, even if they are killed, their fate cannot be taken away.

As for the magic power...

It can strengthen the soul!

Li Lieyue majors in soul cultivation, and the power of the spell is a great tonic for her.

very nice!

The opportunity that Junior Brother Pei got this time will allow her to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage in advance and prepare to transform into a god!

At this time, Pei Ling stood up halfway. Seeing Senior Sister Li's eyes slightly closed and her expression slightly intoxicated, he took the opportunity to say, "Senior Sister, it seems that dual cultivation is effective."

"But I only divided you a little bit just now, probably because I was too conservative..."

Hearing this, Li Lieyue opened her eyes, raised her arms and put her arms around Pei Ling's neck, and said, "Then practice in an unconservative way."

Pei Ling immediately said: "Okay! Senior sister, you lie down on that wooden chair. I will tie you up with a rope. You are not allowed to break away. Then I will be behind you..."

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A few days later.

Deep in the Chongming Sect.

Far away from the valley where Si Hongqingyan was, it was above the sky.

The majestic palace is suspended in the air, covered by clouds and mist, looming, and several mountain-like bone dragons are circling and twisting in the clouds and mist, wandering erratically, rolling up waves of clouds and fog.

main hall.

The floor is paved with gold bricks and lined with red pillars.

On the ninety-ninth floor of the alchemy, there is a black throne.

Behind the throne is a screen with sixteen folds engraved with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Two gorgeous maids with blond hair and golden eyes, holding ceremonial fans made of golden Luan bird tail feathers, stood with their heads bowed. Behind their ears, a cluster of golden feathers was exposed, which was the same color as their long hair and eyes. They were brilliant and gorgeous, exuding a powerful

of fluctuations.

However, at this moment, this fluctuation has no sense of presence in the palace.

All because the person sitting high on the throne is the current head of the Chongming Sect!

The aura around his body is like a vast abyss and ocean, flowing freely. His face has a faint divine light that cannot be clearly seen. Looking at it, he only feels chaotic and dim. He is concentrating on his cultivation.

Under the Danqi, hundreds of beautiful foreign women were dressed in different styles. They were all dressed in rich costumes and surrounded by green beads. They knelt on the ground with docile postures, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to be disturbed in the slightest.

After a moment, the sect leader suddenly made a move, slowly stopped his work, and said: "Bring people in."

A Shark girl underneath, whose face was covered with gauze and whose skin looked like it could be broken by a blow, stood up quickly, bowed before saying in a coquettish voice: "Yes."

She walked away in a hurry, and not long after, she led a young and handsome monk in brocade robes to enter. This monk was none other than Su Zhenhe, the legitimate son of the Su family!

The sect master tilted his head slightly, and many foreign maids quickly bowed and saluted, and then quietly withdrew.

"Sect Master." Su Zhenhe came to Danchi and knelt down respectfully to salute.

"Did the clan send you here?" The sect leader nodded lightly and asked immediately.

He has a similar origin to Su Zhenhe, and he is also the legitimate son of the Zhenshi Su family.

But in his current state, what his family can give him has become less and less.

There are more and more places that need his help.

Therefore, although the sect leader is a direct bloodline of the Su family, the last thing he wants to see right now is the Su family.

Because this means that there must be some trouble again.

Su Zhenhe lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The sect leader was not surprised. Although Su Zhenhe was the true successor of the Holy Sect and the direct son of the Su family, he was not qualified to bother him regardless of his status or cultivation.

If you dare to come to him, it must be the arrangement of the clan.

At that moment, the sect leader asked: "What's the matter?"

Su Zhenhe composed himself: "The clan wants to ask the sect leader to help the grandson of the unworthy clan seize the throne of the Holy Son."

Seize the throne of the Holy Son?

The sect leader seemed to frown slightly, and with a thought in his mind, he contacted his confidants, quickly understood the general situation, and immediately snorted coldly.

In this generation, among the descendants of the three families, the strongest of the Jiu'ali family is Li Lieyue; the Sihong family has no one, so they support a person named Zhou Miaoli. These two are competing for the position of the saint.

After Su Zhenhe became the true successor, he had no rival.

The position of the Holy Son can be said to be something in the bag.

But now, a new disciple who came from a humble background and had only been a member of the Holy Sect for a few years, actually caused the other party to be in such chaos and used the power of the clan to get in front of him!

At present, Pei Ling's cultivation level has not even caught up with Su Zhenhe's, but Su Zhenhe has come over in advance to ask for help from a dignified sect leader. It can be seen that his spirit has been lost, what else can he do next?

Seeing that the sect master had not spoken for a long time, Su Zhenhe tentatively spoke: "Sect Master, in fact, Madam has met Pei Ling before. If she had taken action at that time..."

"Idiot!" the sect leader suddenly scolded coldly, "You rely on others for everything. I, the Su family, my Holy Sect, have worked so hard to cultivate you. Are you cultivating a peerless genius who can overwhelm your contemporaries, or an embroidered flower that cannot stand up to the wall?

Pillow?!"

"Eating the weak and the strong is the fundamental way to establish our holy sect."

"As the legitimate son of the Su family, you have been highly valued and cultivated since childhood, and your starting point is already higher than that of countless of your peers."

"Even so, you still can't beat Pei Ling. This only shows that you are too useless and not a true genius at all!"

"The Holy Son Jian Zuo, like the Holy Lady, needs to be witnessed by many colleagues and climb the blood ladder of all races before he can accept the top inheritance of our Holy Sect."

"You are afraid of Pei Ling today, Zhang Ling tomorrow, and Li Ling the next day... with Su's power, I can naturally solve it for you."

"But what about the blood ladder of all races?"

"Where are the witnesses of the Tower of Reincarnation, the Tiansheng Sect and Wushi Villa?"

"Can Su also make them shut up and pretend to be blind?"
Chapter completed!