I just want to be quiet

"Ding dong! The intelligent cultivation system is here to serve you wholeheartedly! One-click hosting, smart upgrades! Start hosting cultivation now, intimate reminder: During cultivation, the host will lose control over his body, please don't panic..."

The moment the system prompt sounded, Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body, he instantly woke up, he was Pei Ling!

What is Wei Duanju?

At the same time, he felt that the loss of his life force stopped immediately, and a burning warmth, like the scorching sun in the sky, instantly flooded the whole body. Supplement, become solid and stable.

Pei Ling immediately knew that it was because he had drank too much soul wine just now, and his body had not had time to digest it. Now that the system controlled his body, he immediately began to refine the excess soul wine to fill the missing fate...

"Ding Dong! Detect the host's lack of life, and it needs to be replenished immediately..."

"Ding dong! The detection of the host's fate has been completed, and the system continues to practice..."

"Ding dong! Detecting and practicing the [Mantra of All Souls] requires extreme hatred, extreme resentment, and extreme incantation..."

"Ding Dong! Detected extreme hatred, extreme resentment, extreme curse..."

"Ding dong! The system will give you the ultimate hatred, the ultimate resentment, and the ultimate curse for free..."

Accompanied by a series of system prompts, under the control of the system, Pei Ling raised countless tiny runes in his eyes, [Remorse and Nightmare Magical Ability]!

huh... huh... huh...

The incomparably strong hatred, like the substance, turned into a black-gray mist, as if the long river was rewinding, and it gathered towards Pei Ling incessantly.

For a time, he seemed to be a dark pillar of smoke, standing tall. .

At this time, the figure exactly like Pei Ling's deity was still standing upright, looking at Pei Ling expressionlessly, and said again in a cold and grand voice: "Who are you?"

This time, the coldness, obscurity, loneliness, despair in this voice is even more solemn, and there seems to be a temptation and coercive force in the dark, ordering the inquired to answer immediately without delay.

However, the system was unmoved and continued to absorb the hatred in this space.

Pei Ling felt that the mana in his body was rapidly revolving in a mysterious way.

Seeing that Pei Ling was unmoved, the figure exactly like Pei Ling said again, "Who are you?"

This time, the voice was even more grand and cold, with a lot of pressure. It seemed that there was a huge mountain invisibly pressing down on Pei Ling's head.

In the darkness around him, it seemed that countless eyes full of malice, torture, questioning, and orders opened in an instant, and looked at Pei Ling with a cold scrutiny.

At this time, Pei Ling finally opened his mouth, but instead of answering the other party, he read out a silent text.

Obviously there was no sound, but the next moment, a cold and vicious curse came suddenly!

The figure exactly like Pei Ling was about to continue speaking, but suddenly his whole body rotted rapidly. In the wound, blood mixed with pus, and faces filled with resentment quickly grew.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

Sharp and ear-piercing laughter came one after another, and as the faces became longer and longer, the laughter became more and more high-pitched and crazy. The figure in the dark robe with the knife quickly changed beyond recognition, and there was no trace of Pei Ling's appearance. , are densely packed with human faces, billowing pus and blood, and it looks disgusting.

"Ding dong! This training has been completed, thank the host for using the intelligent training system, one-click hosting, soaring without worry! I look forward to your sharing of the training evaluation, please give a five-star praise if you are satisfied..."

The system prompt sounded, and Pei Ling regained control of his body, without any hesitation, a blood-colored saber aura like a practice, instantly slashed towards the opponent.

The sword energy was like a blood-colored tide, and it was only a line at first. When it whistled, it rapidly expanded like a field ridge, a wall, and a mountain wave... It roared vertically and horizontally, and with the might of thunder, it slashed towards the figure that was already melted like a candle.

The already inhuman figure was still standing upright, completely covered by the face of the [Mantra of Souls], without any means of defense.

brush! !

Blood-colored like electricity, instantly passed through the figure's body.

The faces above the silhouettes flew out one by one in the screaming laughter, like a flock of bats that had been frightened.

The rotting smell dissipated instantly, and blood, pus, and flesh exploded like lit fireworks.

In the red and white fog, the faces of people seemed to be endless, screaming and flying out in all directions.

As the human face flew away, with this human figure as the center, the entire space was like a shattered mirror, cracked and shattered a little bit, and finally, with a "click" sound, the pieces fell, revealing boundless darkness.

The darkness was like a tide, and it suddenly surged, engulfing Pei Ling in an instant.

As in the previous illusions, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark, icy deep water with a snap of his fingers.

This water area is dark and confusing. Under the surface of the water, a famous monk's eyes are tightly closed, his brows are frosted, his blue face is like a sculpture, his dresses and robes are quietly floating with the water, and the spiritual light of the magic weapon flying sword is still quietly. Glittering splendor.

Tranquil, deadly, cold, treacherous...

Countless black lines permeate out from the deepest eyeballs under the water, and snake-like connections are connected to these famous and amazing joint paths in the outside world.

That eyeball-like seed, slowly twitching in the dim light, full of vigor in depression, patiently dormant in the pitch-black shell, as if waiting for something.

Pei Ling still maintains the appearance of Wei Duanju, and there is a light and elegant black silk thread on the top of his head, which is connected to the [Seed of Creation].

At this time, he suddenly saw that the seeds below were slowly moving, as if the eyeballs were turning, and the deep pupils looked at him impressively.

The sight of [Seed of Creation] is cold, oppressive, heavy, and weird... It seems to come from the atmosphere of the ancient prehistoric times, revealing a cold, secluded and treacherous.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Pei Ling immediately felt that the black line connected to the [Seed of Creation] above his head was instantly disconnected.

The next moment, the many cultivators who were floating on the bottom of the water disappeared out of thin air.

The black line connecting them with the [Seed of Creation] also faded and disappeared, and then, the [Seed of Creation] also disappeared, and the bottom of the water was empty.

Pei Ling raised his eyes and saw that the dark and cold water was empty except for the flow of water.

All kinds of before are like hallucinations.

He frowned, but he didn't have time to think about it. The scene in front of him changed, but he returned to the lobby of the inn again!