I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Chapter 679 The Holy Son Blood Throne

Su Lijing smiled faintly and said, " PEI Ling is extremely talented. Even though he came from a poor background, he never stops improving himself. He cultivates hard. He's the disciple who has advanced the fastest in our sect in recent years. &Quot;

"He is a heaven's favorite!"

"It's just that he's still young and hasn't cultivated for long, so he's indeed not famous."

"But that's all in the past."

"This seat can confidently say that after today, PEI Ling's name will definitely spread throughout the world!"

Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

Just as su Lijing's heart was filled with doubt and he was secretly thinking about the reason, he heard the venerable Wu of the reincarnation tower nodding slightly and saying in a muffled voice,"This PEI Ling is indeed extraordinary."

"Indeed,"

"Not bad."

"This kid is different."

"I'm afraid this is unprecedented."

"In fact, it's unprecedented."

"Sect master su, you have a great bearing."

It wasn't just the three devil Dao sects, even the high grade cultivators of the righteous Dao spoke out in agreement.

All in all, the eight major sects were very polite and did not mention anything about PEI Ling and the sect leader's wife. After all, this was the Zhong gang sect, and it would not benefit anyone to make things worse.

After exchanging pleasantries with the eight great sects, Su Li Jing turned to look at the center of the field.

Now that the preparations were almost complete, the guests were basically all present.

Once he gave the order, PEI Ling would be able to climb the ten thousand races blood ladder and become the Holy Son ... However, he felt that the gazes of the people from the eight major sects were a little strange!

As his thoughts moved like lightning, Su Li used his divine sense to sweep over his body, but he didn't feel that there was any problem. After that, she looked at Si Hong Qingyan, who was standing beside her. She was dressed in a beautiful dress and was surrounded by pearls and green jade. Her beautiful and charming face was covered in a dark haze and was shrouded in ruthlessness.

His entire body was filled with killing intent, as if he would attack at any moment.

Su Li Jing couldn't help but frown, knowing the reason.

Thus, he immediately transmitted his voice. &Quot; the fourth core disciple has just ascended the throne. He will be promoted to the son of Saint soon. This is the good fortune of our Sage sect. It's a joyous matter that we have invited many fellow disciples to come and observe the ceremony. &Quot;

"Don't give me that look."

"Now that the eight sects are watching, even if you don't care about your own reputation, you should at least consider the dignity of glory sect."

Upon hearing this, Si Hong turned his head sideways and glanced at the SU Li Scripture faintly. Then, he turned his head back expressionlessly, not saying anything.

Su Li Jing was somewhat dissatisfied.

It didn't matter if Si Hong Qingyan didn't give him face usually.

However, he could not allow the other party to act recklessly for such an important matter of the sect!

Thinking up to this point, su Lijing continued to transmit his voice,"PEI Ling might not be a member of your Sihong clan, but he's not a member of my su clan either. I even had a conflict with him before, but now I've buried the hatchet, haven't I?"

"As the sect master's wife, how can you be so narrow-minded to argue with a junior disciple like this?"

&Quot; let's not talk about how we'll be laughed at by outsiders. How can we go further in the future? "

Si Hong looked at su Lijing coldly again. She secretly exerted force with her fingertips and crushed the armrest made of ten-thousand-year dark jade into fine powder. However, in the end, she didn't say anything. She turned her face away and finally revealed a fake smile that was obviously fake.

Seeing this, although su Lijing was still a little dissatisfied, he couldn't be bothered to argue with Sihong Qingyan. He transmitted his voice indifferently, " "Get PEI Ling in and prepare to start the ceremony."

???

In a small courtyard.

The teleportation array in the courtyard was flickering with a dim light.

By the side of the teleportation formation, PEI Ling had already prepared everything.

Not far away stood the branch heads of the 13 inner sect branches.

However, Zhou Miaoli and su zhenhe, the two core disciples, had yet to appear.

Regarding this, PEI Ling was not surprised. The Li clan had already informed him before that the purpose of climbing the ten thousand clan blood ladder this time was to deliberately lure the disciples of the eight sects.

Therefore, he did not prepare any guardians for him.

Even the branch Masters of the three upper branches were not allowed to make a move.

At this moment, a figure flashed in the courtyard and Li Wuding appeared out of thin air. He nodded to PEI Ling and said in a deep voice, " "It's about time, you can show your face."

"Yes," PEI Ling nodded.

Then, without any hesitation, he stepped into the teleportation array.

The 13 branch Masters followed closely behind, and the group of people quickly disappeared from the small courtyard.

In the vast sea of clouds, on an empty platform that did not take up much space, a cold aura spread out. A dark light flashed past, revealing PEI Ling's figure.

His black robe was fluttering in the wind, and he carried a long saber on his back. His expression was cold, and his eyes were determined. There was a hint of ruthlessness between his brows, and a murderous aura lingered around him. As he stood proudly, a brutal aura assaulted his face!

In an instant, everyone's eyes swept over and focused on him.

Even though 13 branch heads appeared behind him, it didn't distract the crowd's attention.

The gazes of many high-level cultivators on the main seats were not malicious, but they were extremely heavy, as if several mountains were pressing down on them!

PEI Ling did not avoid or yield, his expression as usual. After bowing to the main seat, he cupped his fists in all directions and bowed.

Immediately after, the guests stood up to return the greeting and then bowed to the main seat. &Quot; "Congratulations to the sage sect for passing down the torch and blessing!"

"There's no need to be so polite, everyone." On the main seat, in the chaotic mist, the SU Li Sutra's voice was gentle and refined as it announced in front of everyone, " my sect's successor disciple, PEI Ling, broke through his core and formed his nascent soul yesterday. He wishes to become the Saint. &Quot;

"Today, I've troubled all of you to travel thousands of miles to bear witness."

As he said this, he called out in a deep voice, " Hall Master of the supervisory division. &Quot;

The purple-eyed and black-robed supervisor Palace Master immediately stepped out of the ranks."Your subordinate is here."

"To be promoted to the Holy Son blood seat," su Lijing said briefly.

"Yes," the supervising Hall Master bowed.

As soon as he said that, the sea of clouds that was changing suddenly froze, as if time had stopped.

After that, the sea of clouds suddenly surged and roared, surging in all directions like stormy waves.

The platform that carried the guests and disciples was like an isolated island in the ocean. Under such changes, it was still as stable as a mountain.

However, except for the high-level cultivators, all the living creatures were shocked.

&Quot; giggle ... &Quot; many people's teeth were chattering. The elephant puppet couldn't even hold it in and almost wanted to escape.

Somehow, they felt that an indescribable horror and disaster was about to descend!

A moment later, a blood-colored throne that was like a Lone Peak rose slowly from the sea of clouds.

The throne was simple and heavy, and it seemed to be surrounded by blood-colored flames.

It was silent, like a silent beast.

In front of him, there were endless blood-colored stairs, and each step was engraved with hundreds of ghosts. There were also countless statues of demonic ghosts.

Coldness, deathly silence, blood, resentment, evil thoughts ... Flowed in all directions and lingered in the air.

When the throne rose to the same level as the main seat, the supervising Palace Master spoke in a deep voice, " "Core disciple PEI Ling, blood ladder of tens of thousands of races."

&Quot; according to the rules of the sage sect, the Holy Sons and holy virgins can't be appointed without going through the blood ladder of ten thousand races! &Quot;

&Quot; today, we are the witnesses to climb the blood ladder of ten thousand races. Only then can we be the true Saint. &Quot;

&Quot; this is your last chance to retreat. Once you step on the blood ladder, you can only advance and not retreat! &Quot;

Without any hesitation, PEI Ling's figure flickered and he appeared on the first step of the blood ladder. Roar!

Several blood fiends appeared in an instant, roaring and pouncing at him.

Shua!

The blood-colored saber Qi flashed, and all the blood fiends were cut in half, dissipating in an instant.

As the blood rain continued to fall, he stepped onto the second level with ease.