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Chapter 682 is willing to worship the wind. (Fourth! Seeking subscription!)

Immortal King Xuan Zhu shook his head and said: “Su Sect Leader is too humble. After this ceremony is over, you and I might as well sit down and talk about it for several years, how about?”

On the Road?

I don’t have the idle time to talk to a brainless cultivator.

Su Lijing thought in his heart, and immediately said: “The immortal king’s love shouldn’t be rejected, but this Cultivation Technique is at a critical juncture, I am afraid I can’t be distracted.”

Immortal King Xuanzhu shook his head regretfully when he heard this. Although Zhongmingzong was nominally on the same level as Wushishanzhuang, it was nothing more than a group of inferior immortals with Dao heart dusted.

In this illusion, no matter how unpredictable the status of Cultivation Base, it is illusory and has no foundation.

The big Sect can detect the illusion and see the truth, but two of them.

One is Pei Ling, who is climbing the Blood Ladder of Ten Thousand Races, but his Cultivation Base Realm is too low. In a short period of time, it is not interesting to talk about it.

The second one is this Su Sect Leader.

Unfortunately, the other party seems reluctant to…

When Immortal King Xuanzhu was disappointed, the tens of thousands of blood ladders.

The roaring, wailing, roaring, and the howling of the sword qi broke through the air… Pei Ling kept under her feet, and quickly climbed to the ninety-ninth blood ladder.

He slashed out with a long knife, and after easily defeating the Ghost on the 99th blood ladder, he finally stepped onto the 100th floor.

At this level, there is no alien ghost Ghost, only a Nascent Soul cultivator wrapped in blood and light.

This is the loser who has fallen here.

After the scarlet figure appeared, he immediately attacked Pei Ling.

But Peiling’s complexion remained unchanged, and he cut out with a single knife, easily smashing the blood shadow.

Then calmly set foot on the one hundred and first floor.

Like the original Li Lieyue, every hundredth floor, there is a dead soul who once died here stands in the way.

From beginning to end, there is no change on Pei Ling’s face. Every time he makes a shot, it is a simple stab spirit. Whether it is the dead souls left behind as ladder guards after the defeat, or the alien race bound by the blood ladder itself, Without exception, he couldn’t stop him with a single blow.

As time passed slowly, Peiling quickly reached the thousandth floor.

When he set foot on the first thousand and one floor, all the enemies, all the strengths were ascension to a level.

On the blood ladder, powerful aliens began to appear.

It’s just that Pei Ling slashed away, and even though the alien race was stronger than those who stood in the way before a thousand floors, it was still vulnerable to a blow and crashed into pieces.

Pei Ling took another step and reached the one thousand and second floor.

The blood ladder on the first thousand and one floor slowly dissipated behind him.

“…So strong.” Devil Dao’s true story kept his eyes intently, his expression darkened.

Cen Shuo of Samsara Tower was expressionless and whispered, “When Li Hunting on the Holy Maiden, I was also a witness and witnessed the whole process with my own eyes.”

“But Li Lieyue has been unable to continue to solve the alien race on the blood ladder starting from the 100th floor.”

“And this Pei Ling is as easy as it was before climbing a thousand floors!”

He calmly said with Wen Xiang: “If it weren’t for this, the Chong Mingzong would not stop him from arranging a protector for him. His strength is stronger than Li Xieyue of the same Realm.”

“Not only is the strength strong, but the most important thing is to act boldly…” Huo Fei, who was born to teach, shook his head slightly and said with admiration. court death.”

“What can’t Pei Ling do?”

“It’s fine if no one is on the court today. Once someone goes up, I don’t know how he will concoct it.”

When they were speaking, he and Ji Yufu both intentionally or unconsciously looked at their only female Zhen Chuan Zuo Xin Zi.

Jue Xinzi looked flat and said: “This Pei Ling is indeed better than you. After all, he is not a disciple of my Wushi Mountain Villa, but he can cross the Chongming Sect, these long-year-old inferior immortals, and break through the falsehood of this world. This comprehension, this heel, I’m afraid you people, tied together, won’t be able to keep up.”

“Going up to challenge him at this moment is just humiliating himself.”

“Unfortunately, such a talented and beautiful jade, did not worship my village, but was indiscriminately taught by people like the Chongming Sect for so many years, it is really a violent thing.”

When they talked, Pei Ling’s long sword was waving again and again, the sword was in a vertical and horizontal direction, the blood was splashing, and countless foreign races, demons, corpses, dead souls…there were almost no enemies, and they dissipated one after another, making way for them to climb up.

Seen from a high place, it looks like a black arrow cluster, splitting the bloody wave with an unstoppable momentum, and marching forward bravely.

Soon, he set foot on the two thousandth steps.

Starting from the 201st floor, Pei Ling also gradually felt something different.

He needs two swords to solve an alien…

When he reached the three thousandth floor, he needed to spend four or even five dollars.

On the four thousand floor, Pei Ling’s face was cold, and the Jiu Po ​​Dao whizzed out, brushing and brushing… a dozen knives in a row, before the alien race in front of him was cut off.

Time goes by slowly…

Twelve hours later, Pei Ling had already climbed to the ninth and ninety-hundredth floor!

In front of him, there were only the last ten blood ladders. Behind him was empty, the sea of ​​clouds was vast, and all the blood ladders he had climbed had disappeared.

On the righteous side, all expressions were condensed, while on the Devil Dao side, they were shocked.

At the beginning, Li Hunting, the arrogant Tianjiao who was hailed as the young generation’s leading talent, took a full twelve days to get to this point!

But this Peiling only took twelve hours! !

…In the main position, Su Lijing frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

This Pei Ling is young after all, and the city is too shallow to know how to hide.

The difficulty of the Saint Sect’s Ten Thousand Clan Blood Ladder is well known in the world. Pei Ling climbs so fast, and the eight factions are not fools. How could they send meticulously cultivated truths to die?

So, how can you take advantage of the situation to weaken them?

But it’s okay. As the Sect Leader is here, there are ways to get these people to take action.

Right now he leaned back, changed to a more leisurely posture, and deliberately provoked: “Everyone, there are only the last ten levels left in the blood ladder of the ten thousand races, are you waiting for Dao Yun ready?”

The eight high-rank cultivator heard the words, Qi Qi glanced at him, and immediately, the ancestor of Tianshengjiao took the lead and said: “Dao Yun is ready, just wait for Pei Ling to pass on the righteous son, and immediately offer it.”

“The same goes for my Samsara Tower.”

“Pei Ling is the immortal king Linchen, and my Wushi Villa congratulates his reckoning with Taoism and Shattering Void, which is what it should be.”

Su Lijing was startled, what’s the situation?

Without waiting for him to think about it, he listened to Jiuyi Mountain’s ancestor calmly saying: “Jiuyi Mountain will not break his promise.”

Then it was Su Zhentian’s Sister Murong, who spoke in a soft tone: “I’m So Zhentian, I have always kept my promises.”

“Sword Sect of Cold Darkness, what you say must be done.”

“The Ravenous Dynasty is willing to bow down.”

“Yanxi City, I will promise.”