1642 Chapter 87-Immortals can not be counted!

Su zhentian.

The clouds were beautiful.

In the depths.

In the forest full of blooming flowers, short fences surrounded the exquisite thatched cottage, and the bead curtain was half rolled up, dense like smoke.

In the room, the cloud Bed was inlaid with gold and treasures, luxurious and bright.

Yan Ming Jin's beautiful dress covered the entire bed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes drooped. He was focused on his cultivation.

Suddenly, she felt something in her heart, as if a huge knot in her heart had been opened. Then, her aura rose sharply, and her cultivation level rose steadily!

He didn't know what was going on and immediately circulated his cultivation technique with all his might.

In the quiet room, Yan mingchen's brocade sleeves fluttered even though there was no wind. His cultivation level skyrocketed!

Another six days passed.

Swallow Rhino city.

City Lord's mansion.

Wenren lingse had just finished going through a pile of official documents and was feeling a little tired. She ordered the puppet to light the spiritual incense and get ready to take a short rest.

Her aura grew stronger and stronger, and she soon broke through to the late-stage Dao integration realm

Time continued to pass.

The Zhong gang sect.

Inner sect.

Cuilei mountain cave.

In the quiet room, all the arrays were opened layer by layer. Spiritual Qi gathered and it was about to rain.

Sihong Miaoli sat cross-legged in the middle with her eyes closed. Mana surged around her body as she concentrated on cultivating.

All of a sudden, she felt her chest relax, as if an invisible rock had been moved away. Her whole body relaxed.

A pure and powerful energy suddenly surged into her body.

Sihong Miaoli didn't have time to think and immediately circulated her cultivation technique to refine this power that suddenly appeared. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. However, blood soon flowed out of his seven orifices, and his bones, muscles, and skin all cracked.

Inheritance Palace.

The thousands of soul lamps were as vast as the sea.

Among the hundreds of dark scrolls, one of them seemed to have sensed something. It shook slightly and emitted a faint light.

In the painting, Fu Qiong opened his eyes and turned his head to look at a certain spot in the sect. In his sight, Sihong Miaoli, who was covered in blood, appeared.

Ancestral Master Fu Qiong hesitated for a moment and suddenly raised his hand. A ray of Mystic Light quickly flew out, separated by mountains, rivers, and many restrictions, and instantly entered Sihong Miaoli's forehead.

Sihong Miaoli only felt a cold and obscure force suddenly descend. Her body that was about to burst immediately got a chance to breathe and began to do her best to stabilize the situation.

In the hall of inheritance, ancestral Master Fu Qiong stopped and continued to study the immortal Technique.

At this moment, soft footsteps could be heard from the secret place.

Step, step, step

Soon, a slender and graceful figure walked out of the void and stopped in front of patriarch Fu Qiong's painting.

The newcomer's long hair hung down like a waterfall, like clouds scattered behind her head. Her dress was graceful, like a rosy cloud. Her beautiful face was covered with a thin veil, only revealing a pair of cold and sharp eyes that were burning like fire and sharp like blades. The light veil obscured her face, and only her red lips were brighter than blood.

It was star hatred!

At this moment, the aura around her body surged. She had entered the great vehicle stage.

'Xing hen' arrived in front of the 'Fu Qiong' painting and bowed slightly. He then looked in the direction of Sihong Miaoli and said, This girl is a core disciple of this generation. Her cultivation level is very interesting, just like the saintess from last time.

Patriarch Fu Qiong nodded slightly and said, These two people are PEI Ling's cultivation vessel and Dao companion.

Xing hen's eyes were filled with surprise. She didn't see any karma or connection between the two female disciples and the Holy Son who was going through a tribulation in the void

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However, she quickly understood.

Immortals could not be calculated!

Although our sect's Saint child has yet to become an immortal, he has already stepped into the Tribulation stage and is halfway on his immortal path.

And it was very likely to be the legendary 81st tribulation

In this world, no one could predict the karma of the other party!

With a thought, Xing hen said, it seems like the floating life chess game will be much easier than I thought.

Yes, Fu Qiong nodded.

Next, I'll wait for PEI Ling to complete all the Dao tribulations.

Xing hen nodded. I have just entered the Mahayana stage. I need to understand the insights of my predecessors.

Go, Fu Qiong replied indifferently.

After saying this, he closed his eyes. The faint light on the scroll was immediately extinguished and disappeared into darkness.

At the same time, Xing hen's figure disappeared.

The entire inheritance Hall once again fell into silence and darkness.

There were only thousands of soul lamps, and they were mighty and turbulent. They were like the falling of the heavenly River, surging through the entire Hall.

Another six days passed.

The ancestral land of the pillow stone su clan.

Su Xirou was drawing a painting by the window in the small house on the towering tree. She had just dipped her purple brush into a little cinnabar when her body suddenly trembled and her mind became clearer than ever.

Immediately after, his aura rose rapidly, and his cultivation base was like a hot knife through butter.

Su Xirou quickly threw down her brush and ink, sat down on the ground, and tried her best to practice the cultivation technique to refine the sudden majestic power.

Su zhentian.

The resplendent clouds cast a shadow over the small building, making it look like an immortal Palace.

Meng hongxuan's hair was tied up with a pearl hairpin, and she was holding a flower branch in her hand. She was gesturing at the plum vase in front of the window. Without any warning, she felt a chill in her heart and her spirit was lifted. It was as if all the dust had been brushed away from the underworld. She had never felt so relaxed and free before.

Immediately, a vast power poured into her body. She immediately circulated her cultivation technique and refined it into her body.

Time flew by, and there was no distinction between day and night in the outer realm void. Time quietly passed.

The huge ball of clouds once again lit up the void. Thunder rumbled and rolled like a Great River, roaring for thousands of miles.

At the center of the cloud ball, PEI Ling's Black robe fluttered in the wind. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze became as calm as water.

He had successfully transcended another inner demon tribulation!

Right now, his aura was already extremely terrifying. He had a very deep understanding of all the nomological laws he had grasped. His strength was like the clouds and mud compared to when he escaped from Mount qingyao!

The sixty-third Dao tribulation

Senior Sister li, Qiao ciguang, Sihong Qingqian, Yan Mingqian, Wenren lingse, Sihong Miaoli, su Xirou, Meng Hongling, Hua yuran, Hua niannu

Starting from the forty-ninth tribulation, all of the inner demon tribulations I've transcended were for my Daoist partner and cultivation vessel!

however, my cultivation and comprehension of the laws have all increased.

That immortal hasn't made a move yet. I wonder if I've successfully convinced him

As he thought of this, PEI Ling's heart was already extremely calm.

If a true immortal's will, Ji Shuang 'er, and the demon Thearch all had the means to break into his inner demon tribulation, it was impossible for an immortal to not have it!

After more than ten inner demon tribulations, the immortal had no intention of attacking him. It was clear that he had complete trust in Him!

Since that was the case, he might as well complete the act. After all the tribulations were over, he would return to the grave of Yousu and 'extort' a confession from Sihong Qingzhen