I Just Want To Be Quiet

"Little Free Day".

The white clouds are winding like thousands of mountains and seas, stained with mighty golden light, magnificent and magnificent.

Pei Ling's figure appeared instantly.

He covered his left eye, blood dripping little by little along his palm and cheek.

Pei Ling's face was ashen, and the terrifying aura just now, no surprise, was probably a certain patriarch of Jiuyi Mountain!

Fortunately, I just escaped quickly!

*** The mental retardation system!

With lingering fear, Pei Ling took off the palm covering his left eye and began to check his injuries.

At this time, there were still bursts of severe pain in his left eye, blood was gushing out continuously, and his eyesight had obviously dropped a lot. Looking at the scene in front of him, he saw a bloody, blurry, hazy, blurry vision.

Pei Ling quickly determined that apart from his vision being affected, his left eye was fine.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, considering that he is only in the Dao stage, this injury is not serious at all!

If it wasn't for a certain patriarch of Jiuyi Mountain who shot this time, he might not even be injured...

This is the power of fairy magic!

"[Mingtian's Dream], [Ten thousand feet of red dust, fear me like the sky], they can only be used on nearby opponents..."

"However, this immortal art of [All Living Beings, Crossing the Sea of ​​Bitterness] has no distance limit at all, and it can attack enemies tens of thousands of miles away or even farther away!"

"It's still too little immortal art to learn, and there is no defense at all."

"In the future, if you practice any immortal arts, you will have to go to the Eternal Night Desert..."

Just as he was thinking, a slender, white and tender catkin suddenly held down his injured left eye.

Pei Ling was slightly startled, and his right eye, which had not been blocked, immediately saw a graceful and graceful figure in green clothes and silver hair, which appeared beside him at some point.

It's the master's medicine Qingbian!

Pei Ling immediately respectfully said, "Master..."

Yao Qingyan nodded slightly, but did not speak. A pure, agile, and lively spirit flowed into Pei Ling's left eye along her tender palm.

The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly felt that his left eye began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The severe pain dissipated like a low tide, the blood stopped, and gradually, a cool and refreshing feeling came out.

After a while, Yao Qingyan let go of her hand and said to Pei Ling, "Alright, who hurt you?"

Pei Ling opened his left eye again, seeing as before, all injuries have completely recovered.

He said respectfully, "Thank you, Master!"

Immediately explained, "This is when Tu'er is cultivating a technique, distraction makes mistakes, and it is caused by backlash. It is not a big deal."

"Master, please don't worry."

Cultivation spell backlash?

Yaoqingyan frowned slightly, and immediately said: "If you practice any unsure techniques in the future, you can come to 'Little Zizaitian'."

"With the teacher by your side to protect the Fa, you will be much safer."

Hearing this, Pei Ling's expression froze slightly. If he had just cultivated in the "Little Zizaitian" [All beings, the bitter sea crossing the boat], now in this "Little Zizaitian", I am afraid that there is only one living creature left!

Of course, the fact that he attacked Jiuyi Mountain with immortal art is definitely not to be said...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling suddenly said, "Thank you, Master."

"It's inconvenient for the disciple to return to the original place now, can Shizun change the position where the disciple returns to Pan Yajie again?"

Yao Qingyan nodded, and said without any doubts, "Yes. But you are now in the territory of Jiuyi Mountain, and the position that can be changed for the teacher can only be within the boundary between Jiuyi Mountain and the Liuqing Dynasty. "

Pei Ling said: "That would be the greedy dynasty."

Yao Qingyan nodded and said, "Okay. Are there other things?"

Pei Ling shook his head and said, "No more."

Yao Qingyan nodded slightly, and immediately waved her hand. Pei Ling only felt that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

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Liu greedy dynasty, Jishan County.

In a valley outside the county town, there was no one in the secluded area, and a crack suddenly opened in the space.

Pei Ling stepped out in one step, and the crack quickly closed behind him and disappeared.

He looked around, quickly unfolded his spiritual sense, and after roughly confirming his position, his face and attire changed immediately. Soon, he turned into an official of the greedy dynasty, and immediately fled towards the nearest teleportation formation.

The empty valley is quiet, the flowers bloom and fall, the ground is colorful, and there is no trace of people.

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Half a day later, at the junction of Su Zhentian and Frost Dark Sword Sect.

The vast Gobi desert is still desolate, and the crawling sound of snakes and insects is rustling.

Above the sky, the Dharma boat hangs high.

In the high altitude separated by a distance, an embroidered building is quietly suspended, the bead curtain is half-rolled, the jade hook is swaying lightly, and there are many figures.

On the top floor of the Dharma boat, in the spacious stateroom, the space suddenly rippled like waves.

Immediately, a figure appeared from it and suddenly stepped into the room.

Pei Ling's spiritual sense swept across the entire Dharma boat and the embroidered building at the rear in an instant, and found nothing unusual. He stepped out one step at a time, sat down with his robe in the main seat, and the plain voice immediately spread throughout the entire Dharma boat: "Go Han Dark Sword Sect!"

On the Dharma boat, all the female cultivators immediately took orders: "Yes!"

Soon, Shi Nanzi and others controlled the ark to slowly drive, and flew towards the direction of the Frost Sword Sect.

In the distance, the bead curtain on the embroidered upstairs seemed to move slightly, and immediately followed.

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

The long sword is majestic and huge, like a land suspended high in the sky. Above the sword body, it carries the vast rivers and mountains.

The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the stone paths are gloomy.

Cuixiu is like a tulle, lingering and erratic.

The waterfalls and Bitan are dotted with shades of daisy, and rare birds and animals live in the mountains and forests, untouched by the world.

Above a certain lonely peak, the top of the peak, the wall is dug into a cave, and the jade is cut into a platform. A Dou Da Mingzhu hangs high on the top of the cave, emitting soft pearlescent light, sprinkled with clear brilliance, and the refreshing feeling of coolness permeates the room.

On the bank of the jade platform, the icy incense burnt in the bronze Boshan furnace, causing a layer of frost-like ice flowers to condense on the entire ground.

A monk with hair in bamboo hairpins and wearing a raven-blue robe sat on the jade platform, and ice flowers slowly climbed like vines, spreading all over his body, and layers of snow condensed on his brows.

The monks seemed ignorant and unaware, like a dry stone.

In the mid-air in front of him, a long sword with a faint purple light was suspended.

This sword has a simple appearance and a texture like jade. Under the light of pearls, it still shines brightly, exuding a majestic sword intent, like a thousand waves of whales.

The qi between the long sword and the cultivator is completely integrated, and there is no distinction between them, and the auras are all in the middle stage of the union.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the cave: "Senior brother, is it convenient to speak now?"

Hearing this, the cultivator slowly opened his eyes, and a sword light in his eyes was like a thunder that shone through the world, instantly suppressing the pearly light in the room, and the candle illuminated the entire space.

The aura around his body quickly converged, the frost and snow that originally covered his body dissipated, and the suspended long sword moved slightly, and it turned into a purple light, escaping between his eyebrows.

The monk said lightly: "Come in."