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"Junior doesn\'t need senior\'s life. Furthermore, senior doesn\'t have any chance of winning this battle."

"Even if senior has a technique similar to city Lord iron\'s seven kill disaster prevention flag, it\'s the same."

"I am much stronger than when I fought with Iron City Lord!"

Meng Honghuang was slightly surprised, but she quickly recovered and asked, " "Then what do you want?"

"Junior doesn\'t lack anything now. Senior, please feel free to help," PEI Ling said.

Meng honghuo\'s brows furrowed as she pondered for a moment before quickly replying,"I already owe you once, I can\'t owe you more."

"When we were at you su tomb, you used a technique on me and Huan yunzhen of Hanchi sword sect ..."

&Quot; although I have yet to remove the techniques on my body, my cultivation is already very close to the peak of my past after reconstructing my physical body. &Quot;

&Quot; now, I\'ll use the laws to balance them. I won\'t be affected by that technique anymore. &Quot;

"Next, if you win, I\'ll grant your wish."

Hearing this, PEI Ling was slightly stunned. The method he had used on Meng Hongyao was to sacrifice su Xirou\'s replica and cast the [ heart demon great development curse ] on her.

At that time, su Xirou had already been refined by the system into his furnace.

Now that Meng Hongling had agreed to his request, could it be ...

At the thought of this, PEI Ling coughed drily and sized up Meng Hongling with a burning gaze.

The Grand Supreme elder of suzhen heaven looked like a young girl in her late twenties. She had beautiful eyebrows, Jade-like skin, and long black hair. Her hair was tied up in a stunning bun with flower crowns and beads embedded in it. Her long eyelashes flickered, and her eyes were as bright as the autumn water.

Her figure was graceful and graceful, and her colorful dress fluttered. She was beautiful but not ordinary, charming but not demonic. Among the flowers, the temperament of a lady from a noble family and a fairy was mixed into one. She was dignified and reserved, and had a fairy-like appearance.

PEI Ling immediately said in all seriousness,"Senior Meng, please rest assured!"

"Junior didn\'t have any ill intentions at that time, but the situation forced me to do so."

"Besides, senior Meng is a Grand Supreme elder of suzhen heaven. He\'s a Dao integration stage super mighty figure. If he were to become a cultivation vessel for me ... I\'d be too ashamed to call myself a junior!"

As he spoke, PEI Ling revealed a troubled expression.

To become PEI Ling\'s furnace?

Meng Hongling\'s expression darkened. What she meant was that she could continue to work for PEI Ling, but she didn\'t say that she wanted to become his cultivation vessel!

Su zhentian\'s Grand elder\'s expression immediately became rather unsightly, but she hesitated for a moment and did not refute.

After all, she owed this Junior A life ...

After a short silence, Meng Hongling said, " "I might not lose."

"If you lose, please leave su zhentian immediately and don\'t come back to challenge the Orthodox sects."

"Senior, please!" PEI Ling said with a smile.

Meng honghuo immediately attacked, sending a palm towards PEI Ling.

The originally calm sky suddenly changed its color. Majestic spiritual opportunity surged from all directions and instantly gathered into a huge cloud Palm. With the force of thousands of catties, it slammed down.

The Qi movement in the vast sky was vast and turbulent, and the astral wind was as sharp as knives.

PEI Ling was slightly surprised. Late-stage Dao integration!

After reconstructing her physical body, Meng Hongling\'s cultivation had actually reached such a high level?

Thinking about this, he didn\'t hesitate at all. The darkness that was like ink dripping into water spread out and covered the entire world.

After a long time, the [ underworld mist ] started to collapse towards the center.

The noisy murmurs gradually dissipated, and heaven and earth returned to its clear state.

PEI Ling\'s figure gradually appeared. He stood high in the sky, his body undamaged, and the corners of his robe and hair were not messy.

On the ground below him, Meng Hongling was half-kneeling on the sand. Her breathing was chaotic, and her high bun was loose. One of her flower hairpins was missing, and her body was covered in wounds. Her dress was torn, and blood was slowly seeping out.

Meng hongyo opened her eyes and looked up at PEI Ling.

"The dream world reflects the real world ... Is this the immortal dream technique of the eternal night desert?" she asked weakly.

As she spoke, Meng Honghuang suddenly coughed violently and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

PEI Ling took a step forward and instantly appeared on the ground from high up in the sky, quickly arriving in front of him.

With a thought, he dispelled the curses in Meng Honghuang\'s body and replied, " "This technique is called [ great dream of the netherworld ], and it indeed comes from the eternal night desert."

"However, there\'s still a big gap between this and the real immortal dream."

"After all, this junior is not an immortal ..."

[ netherworld dream ] ...

Meng Hongling slightly nodded and then weakly said, " "Because of this celestial technique, the five Dao sect suspects that you are the one from the eternal night desert."

"You\'d better find a chance to clear your name."

"Otherwise, there might be a lot of trouble."

The five sects of the righteous path suspected that he was a fallen immortal?

PEI Ling was startled. He thought for a moment and said,"Many thanks for senior\'s reminder."

Meng Hongling coughed hysterically. In the dream, she was still severely injured even though PEI Ling had held back.

She had only said two sentences, but her condition was already getting worse and worse ...

Thus, Meng Hongling immediately took out an elixir and swallowed it. Then, she circulated her cultivation technique and began to recover from her internal injuries.

PEI Ling stood at the side, protecting him.

After a long time, Meng Hongling\'s breathing finally stabilized. She exhaled and said in a disappointed voice, " "You win!"

"Senior Meng, you\'ve come from afar. Why don\'t you take a seat on my spiritual boat first?" PEI Ling said with a smile.

"Alright ..." Meng Hongling said calmly.

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On the spiritual boat.

Top level cabin.

Zhao Juanjuan stood alone in the room, looking at the unfamiliar things in front of her. She stood solemnly with her hands by her side, quietly waiting for the return of her senior.

She could not remember what had happened before. She only vaguely knew that she seemed to have fallen into the hands of the devil cultivators of the Wu Shi villa.

When he woke up, he was saved by the Grand Elder of the sect.

Even though Grand Elder Meng\'s face was unfamiliar, the aura of su zhentian\'s cultivation technique couldn\'t be faked.

With Grand Elder Meng\'s profound cultivation, he would definitely be able to capture PEI Ling with ease ...

At this time, Zhao Juanjuan suddenly had another strange thought.

That devil PEI Ling was full of cunning tricks. Even though Grand Elder Meng\'s strength was high, there was a possibility that he would fall for the tricks and fall into the hands of that devil.

As a disciple, she couldn\'t resist that demon either.

From then on, she and Grand Elder Meng could only be bullied and humiliated by that devil ...

As she thought about it, Zhao Juanjuan\'s heart began to beat faster, her face became hot, and her breathing became a little rapid. She gradually indulged in the fantasy of her second thought.

For a moment, all kinds of distracting thoughts appeared in his mind, and even his legs felt a little weak ...

After a while, Zhao Juanjuan suddenly came back to her senses. What was going on?

Why did he think of all these?