I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

"BOOM!"

A terrifying blast of air rushed out like a mountain flood. In an instant, the entire Xiao Manor was blown to pieces.

The smoke and dust filled the air like a thick fog. It was only after a long time that it gradually became clear.

The originally huge and luxurious Xiao mansion was now in ruins.

The ground was full of potholes and countless cracks. Muddy water flowed everywhere. The remains of plants and broken bricks were scattered all over the ground.

The ancestral hall.

The ancient pine trees in the courtyard and the luxurious houses on the mountaintop were all gone. On the remaining Foundation, there was only a statue on the ground.

The robe that was originally covering it had already turned into ashes when it exploded.

Below, Xiao Shou had already been reduced to dust, which scattered into the dust around him, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.

"Yu" and The Pink Bride were nowhere to be seen.

The night sky was low and dark.

The entire ruins were filled with Yin Qi, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The two human skin lanterns in the backyard suddenly lit up, and the pale bone fire illuminated a dignified figure surrounded by pearls and Jade.

The mistress of the Xiao family wore a mask as smooth as a mirror and floated in the air. From afar, servant maids gradually appeared and moved closer to her.

In the darkness, the bone fire reflected on the masks without facial features, reflecting a cold and eerie Halo.

After a long time, a crack suddenly appeared on the statue of the "curse" in the ancestral hall.

In the next moment, the terrifying and disastrous aura began to dissipate rapidly.

The mistress of the Xiao family and the many maidservants seemed to have sensed something and immediately stopped all their actions, their faces revealing a stunned expression.

But very quickly, the masks disappeared from their faces, and the master and servant who had just revealed their beautiful and fair faces immediately changed in shape and appearance, turning into ghostly figures that were completely green-black in color and had Crimson eyes.

Their expressions were cold and gloomy, and their bodies were filled with dense Yin Qi and hatred. Their auras had also become extremely terrifying.

The ghostly figures gradually faded away and disappeared into the night.

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At the teahouse.

The White mist outside the glass window rolled and surged like a tide.

Mo minglan sat alone in her chair with her eyes closed.

Not far away from her, Yan mingchen sat on the ground. Mana circulated around him, and his aura fluctuated as he focused on cultivation.

Beside her, a circle was drawn with the [ underworld fog ], completely surrounding her.

A few days had passed since PEI Ling left, but senior brother Fu and the other two had yet to return.

During this time, Yan mingchen was worried that something might have happened to senior brother Fu and the other two or PEI Ling. He wanted to go out and look for them several times but was stopped by mo minglan.

In the end, mo minglan lost her patience and trapped her in a formation.

Surrounded by the underworld mist, Yan mingchen could do nothing but cultivate.

Yan mingchen slowly exhaled, her breathing gradually calming down. She slowly opened her eyes, which were as bright as the stars. After a moment, she slowly retracted her gaze and returned to normal. She had finished her cultivation.

She looked at the formation that trapped her and frowned. Then, she looked at mo minglan and asked, " "Senior, may I ask how you and fellow Daoist PEI met?"

Mo minglan suddenly opened her eyes.

However, he didn't pay any attention to Yan mingchen. Instead, he quickly looked in the direction of the gate.

Sensing the strange reaction, Yan mingchen immediately became alert. He turned his head and looked towards the door.

However, in the next moment ...

Around mo minglan, a majestic [ netherworld fog ] suddenly rose. Darkness surged and crashed down like a stormy wave. In the blink of an eye, it completely swallowed her!

The [ netherworld fog ] blocked vision and probing, but the aura within it became stronger and stronger. At first, it was only at the peak of the soul formation stage, but gradually, it began to climb to a higher realm!

Yan mingchen was stunned. Before he could react, a vast aura shot up from the netherworld mist. The cold death intent and the vigorous life force confronted each other and transformed into a perfect blend.

Gradually, the life force turned into the will of death, and in the will of death, life force was born. The two continued to reincarnate and finally fused perfectly together!

The coldness in the entire teahouse was swept away by the tide-like vitality, and it instantly dropped by a large amount. After that, as the vitality continued to escape, the teahouse gradually became warm. The wooden boards around it were like dead trees in spring, quietly growing branches and leaves, and blooming buds.

Between the cracks of the floor tiles, there was also a hundred-grass carriage, which was as furry as a blanket.

In just a short while, the originally terrifying teahouse had been transformed into a place where flowers bloomed and grass grew thickly, as if spring had come.

In an instant, all of the [ underworld fog ] gathered in the middle and rolled like a pillar. A majestic and violent figure appeared. He was completely naked, but he didn't seem evil at all. He only felt strong and strong.

On his tall body, his muscles were well-defined and his body was covered with dense red lines. It was PEI Ling!

The demonic blood aura surged and wrapped around his body. Countless great Dao inspirations about life and death, void and reality were like smoke and clouds, lingering around him. It was grotesque and variegated, and the majestic aura was fully manifested.

Fanxu!

PEI Ling opened his eyes. All of his aura, comprehension, and bloodlust were quickly retracted into his body.

To return to the void stage, one had to experience the heavenly Tribulation at the moment of life and death. However, the Return To Void stage of the great Dao only required one to experience life and death. There was no need to undergo heavenly tribulations.

Life and death was the greatest tribulation!

"Fellow Daoist PEI?"

At this moment, a soft and surprised voice was heard from not far away.

PEI Ling turned around and saw Yan mingchen standing beside him.

Perhaps it was because he had just died, or perhaps his cultivation had suddenly broken through to the Return To Void stage and he could not vent his energy. Or perhaps, the thousands of years in the void were too lonely and desperate. It could be all three ...

PEI Ling felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart. Without any hesitation, he reached out and pulled Yan mingchen into his arms.

"I'm back!"

With that, he kissed Yan mingxiao without waiting for his approval.

"Hmm...Hmm... Hmm ... Hmm .. Hmmm ..."

Yan mingxiao did not react in time at first. She instinctively struggled a few times, but the strong scent of the other party entered her nose, causing her body and heart to sink ...

Her body immediately went soft, and she immediately allowed the other party's large hand to reach into her robe ...

The teahouse was filled with lush flowers and plants, as if it had entered the spring day when all things were breeding.

The rustling of the new plants filled his ears.

Soon, Yan mingchen's [ 59 characters in harmony here ] appeared.

At this moment, she finally came to her senses and hurriedly said, " "Wait! Wait a minute! If senior brother Fu and the others return now ... Ah ..."

"Fellow, fellow Daoist PEI, please stop ..."

"Go ... Go upstairs ... Upstairs [ 3 characters harmonious here ] ... Oh ... Um ..."

Yan mingchen spoke nervously, but he didn't show any signs of struggling. Gradually, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her breathing became heavier and heavier.