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At this moment, Su Lijing's gentle voice came from the main seat: "Pei Ling, a disciple of our sect, has ascended to the position of Holy Son."

"Fellow daoists, please bear witness."

The Eight Sects did not hesitate at all, and the ancestor of the Tianshengjiao immediately cast a little light, which fell on Pei Ling's blood-colored crown. Immediately, all the pearls became a little more moist, and Pei Ling felt that the breath of the entire crown became more dignified and strong. .

Only the ancestor of Tianshengjiao said slowly: "Tianshengjiao, today I witnessed the true biography of Chongmingzong Pei Ling climbing the blood ladder of all races, ascending to the position of holy son, and congratulate me with Dao Yun."

Immediately afterwards, the patriarch of the Reincarnation Pagoda also cast a dim light, and said in a muffled voice: "The Reincarnation Pagoda is a witness for the new saint son of Chongming Sect."

Afterwards, it was Xuanzhu Patriarch of Wushi Villa, who cast a dim light, a little bigger than Tianshengjiao and the Reincarnation Tower, and said loudly: "Wushi Villa, witnessing the new saint son of Chongming Sect, congratulations , Exploring the falsehood!"

There was no hesitation in the five sects of the righteous way. The ancestor of Jiuyi Mountain was a little farther away through the thick fog. Dao Yun had already merged into the blood-colored crown, and said in a deep voice: "Jiuyi Mountain promises."

"Suzhen promised."

"The Cold Dark Sword Sect promises."

"The Liugai Dynasty promised."

"Yan Xi City promises."

In a moment, all eight copies of Dao Yun were handed over.

The aura of the blood seat of the Holy Son became more violent and domineering. Pei Ling felt that the power pouring into his body was getting stronger and stronger. With just a few snaps of his fingers, he had returned to his heyday, and his cultivation was still rising.

Not long after, he felt that a certain level in his body was loosened, and he had entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul from the early stage of Nascent Soul.

At the same time, the system went online quickly: "Ding dong! After detecting that the host has reached the mid-Yuanying stage, the system will give away a Taoist partner for free."

"Ding dong! It was detected that the last gift failed, this time we will give seven times free gift"

Pei Ling was startled. The next moment, he lost control of his body, and was manipulated by the system to suddenly stand up from the blood seat of the Holy Son!

However, just when his figure moved slightly and was about to rush to the main seat, a powerful force came from the side, pushing him back to the blood seat, and he still felt that he was knocked lightly on the head .

Accompanied by the system: "Ding dong! An external attack has been detected, and this practice is over. Thanks to the host for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click hosting, soaring without worry! Looking forward to your sharing of practice evaluation, please give five-star praise if you are satisfied"

In Pei Ling's ear came the solemn sound transmission from the Overseer Palace Master: "Don't get up until the inheritance is over!"

Immediately afterwards, the Master of the Overseeing Hall announced loudly: "The current generation of the Holy Son is already on the throne, everyone, congratulations to my Holy Sect, there will be successors, and the Zong Zuo will last forever!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, many aristocratic families, disciples, and vassals responded one after another: "He Shengzong, there are successors, and the ancestors will last forever!"

The true teachings of righteousness and evil, and high-ranking monks, were all silent, and even some disciples looked a little dazed.

Amidst the noise, the deep and vast hall appeared out of thin air, and the star-studded life-soul lamps floated high and low in it, as if the powerful life-fire of the sun volleyed in the sky, making many low-level monks bow their heads and dare not look directly.

Sitting cross-legged on a futon, or leaning on a cloud bed, or relying on a small table, or hovering in a tent, the figure floats floatingly.

"Holy Son Pei Ling, enter the Hall of Inheritance and pay homage to the Patriarchs!" The Master of the Supervisory Hall looked at Pei Ling and ordered in a deep voice.

Pei Ling, who still had lingering fear in his heart, paused for a moment, then stood up, straightened his robes, and walked into the hall.

Deep and wide, the Fate Soul Lamp in front of him is like a long river across the sky.

I don't know how many miles there are.

This was Pei Ling's first time entering this place. Although he had lit the Soul Lamp here when he joined the sect, at that time, he just stood outside and had a glimpse.

At this moment, only by walking in it in person can I feel that this vast hall is far more profound and huge than imagined.

The hall was pitch black, only the light of the soul lamp illuminated the square inch of the land.

It was very quiet here, without any sound, only the sound of Pei Ling's footsteps echoed in the spacious hall.

The strange thing is that Pei Ling was outside, and he could clearly see that all the patriarchs had appeared.

But when I got here, I couldn't see anything except the darkness and the soul lamp.

Doubtful in his heart, he subconsciously walked towards the depths.

As he walked, the concepts of time and space were confused. He didn't know how long he had been here or how many ways he had walked. Suddenly, those figures he had seen outside finally appeared in front of him again.

This time, it was no longer the shadows separated by an unknown distance, but clearly presented in front of him, only a short distance away from him.

Even so, even with all his eyesight, Pei Ling couldn't recognize their figures and faces.

He clearly saw it very clearly, but as long as he turned his eyes away, even for a moment, he would completely forget it.

Surprised in Pei Ling's heart, he lifted his robe and knelt down: "Disciple Pei Ling, pay homage to the ancestors."

"Holy Son Pei Ling." The figure in the center spoke softly, with a gentle tone of appreciation and love for the outstanding junior, "Come forward."

Pei Ling stepped forward according to her words, and suddenly felt a palm gently press the top of her head.

In an instant, countless ancient and simple whispers sounded in his ears, and he was suddenly in a trance, his eyes were slack, and he completely fell into this unspeakable, unknowable, and unspeakable whisper.

outside world.

Seeing the newly-promoted Holy Son Pei Ling stepping into the Hall of Inheritance, his figure disappearing in an instant, and the blood seat of the Holy Son gradually disappearing, the people of the eight sects all heaved a sigh of relief.

They were about to say goodbye, but Su Lijing looked around and said loudly: "Please stay for a while, there will be a happy event next."

"Pei Ling, the current sage son of the sect, and Li Lieyue, the current sage, will hold a Dao couple ceremony later."

"I also invite you to step forward, have a glass of wedding wine, and witness for the newcomers."

Hearing this, not only the Eight Factions were shocked this time, but even Si Hongqing suddenly turned his face away, looking at Su Lijing in disbelief!

Ji Chi, the patriarch of Tiansheng taught this trip, quickly transmitted the sound to the patriarch of the Li family: "Brother Li, what a trick! When did you succeed in planning, surpassing many elders and controlling the suzerain as a puppet?"

"Brother Ji, why did you say that?" The ancestor of the Li family calmly replied, "You all already know about this, so I don't need to go into details. Forcing disciples, in the final analysis, Pei Ling is also a victim, and I, Li Shi, still have some face."

Before the ancestor of the Li clan could finish speaking, Ji Chi interrupted directly via voice transmission: "Brother Li, did you make a mistake? Si Hongqing has always had eyes above the top, and even Su Lijing's family background is in line with her. How can anyone who is still the top sect master look down on him, how can he force the disciples at the bottom?"

"On that day, it was clearly Pei Ling who forcibly harvested a fortune teller and made Si Hong Qingyan, in front of the true disciples of my Eight Sects!"

"Otherwise, how could he congeal a baby so quickly at such a young age? Besides, he is still a top-rank fairy baby!"