Lifting the curse.

Under the system's control, PEI Ling sat opposite the criminal and started cultivating.

With the circulation of the technique, the magic power in his body gradually began to recover.

At the same time, his injuries also healed further.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in PEI Ling's ears. &Quot; "Hmph!"

The person who spoke was obviously very dissatisfied. His voice was cold and contained anger.

When PEI Ling heard this, he was stunned. This was mo minglan's voice!

To be exact, it should be the voice of the will of the fallen immortal.

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In the icy sea of consciousness.

Unknowingly, the snowy peaks in the distance had disappeared, and the ice sculptures that covered the entire ice field had also disappeared.

The darkness that suddenly appeared was like a bowl of thick ink that was suddenly poured on the original painting scroll that had clear mountains and rivers, swallowing everything.