I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Innate teaching.

At noon.

Snowsand city.

Above the city, a ball of ink suddenly appeared, quickly expanding and pouring down.

Very quickly, the entire sandsnow city was enveloped by the fog of the netherworld. The shouts and curses, as well as the cries for mercy, only lasted for a moment before it became silent again.

Looking from the outside, snowsand city seemed to be wrapped in a ball of darkness. With the city walls as the boundary, the inside of the city was covered in thick darkness. Everything outside the city was normal, and the midday sun was dazzling.

The reincarnation tower.

In the early morning, a caravan from afar drove their camels towards a White City that stood between the sand dunes.

The camel bells rang, and the team left neat footprints on the yellow sand.

After a while, they arrived at the city wall and saw that the city gate, which used to be heavily guarded, was now open. The soldiers at the gate were scattered and leaning against the wall with weapons in their arms. Their heads were lowered and their eyes were closed, as if they were sleeping.

The caravan was a little surprised, but they didn't think much about it and drove the camels into the city.

After entering the city, he realized that the entire city was silent.

There were no sounds of Hawking, no pedestrians, no children playing around ... Even the chickens, dogs, and livestock were completely silent.

The caravan slowed down and felt creepier the more they walked. Finally, they stopped in front of an Inn that they would usually stay in and looked at each other.

"Shopkeeper, what's ... Going on here?" A young helper couldn't stand the invisible pressure. He swallowed his saliva and asked the leader of the caravan in a low voice.

The leader of the trade caravan was not confident, but the camel was carrying his life's savings, and he could not afford to lose it.

Therefore, after calming himself down, he said, " "I'm very familiar with the owner of this Inn. Let's go in and take a look."

Leaving most of the people to guard the camels and goods, the leader strode into the inn with a few strong helpers. The hall was quiet, with only two drunkards reeking of alcohol lying in the corner.

He continued walking and soon saw a row of houses through the courtyard.

The leader walked to one of the rooms, where the owner of the inn lived.

He went up and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

&Quot; brother, it's me, old Zhang. Open the door! &Quot; the leader increased his strength.

After a long while, he and the helper knocked open the door together. They saw the boss's family sleeping in two separate rooms separated by curtains. Their eyes were closed and their expressions were calm. They were murmuring vaguely as if they were in a dream.

... Several days later, the nine great sects all received the news: "A total of 15 places. The strange phenomenon of a city being shrouded in darkness during the day; Nine cities in a dream. As for the real murderer behind the scenes, he didn't leave any traces."

&Quot; the strange phenomenon in night cage city has yet to disappear. In fact, it is still spreading. &Quot;

"This kind of darkness can block out divine sense, so I can't see what's going on inside,"

&Quot; the spies who enter will quickly lose contact, so it is difficult to determine what has happened inside. &Quot;

"So far, all the defensive formations have been useless."

The Zhong gang sect.

Inheritance Palace.

The portraits floating above the thousands of life soul lamps were blurry and seemed to appear and disappear at the same time as they slowly floated.

Suddenly, the picture scroll at the end of the list gradually became clear, accompanied by a quiet moan that came from somewhere unknown.

In the next moment, the entire inheritance Hall suddenly lit up.

A sea of blood surged up into the sky!

Faces filled with resentment floated in the blood sea.

Immediately after, these faces quickly left the sea of blood and gathered in the air to form a wide throne, dripping with blood.

The moment the throne was formed, a figure that looked like an ink-and-wash painting that had been soaked by the tide of the rainy season appeared on it.

At this moment, in a two-story building in the general Affairs peak of the outer sect.

The white-haired old woman, who had been sipping on the recliner and sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes.

After sensing for a while, he quickly got up and threw the wine pot away. With a thought, the smell of wine around him disappeared without a trace.

After tidying up her robes, the old woman quickly walked out of the small building and headed towards the small house behind her.

He pushed open the door of the small house, only to see a wide and deep Hall.

Countless lampstands floated in the air, and within them, blood-red flames surged.

At this moment, under the life soul lamp, the place that should have been empty and dark had an unfathomably deep sea of blood surging. In the waves, there seemed to be an endless number of resentful faces ...

The old woman only took a glance and didn't dare to look further. She immediately knelt down and said in a deep voice, " "Yin nu welcomes the patriarch of 'netherblood'."

In the air above the hall of inheritance, the Grandmaster of the netherblood clan, who was sitting on the human-faced throne, did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the eternal night desert.

Even the [ netherworld fog ] could not block his vision.

In his field of vision, the nine stone pillars seemed to be right in front of him, and the blood-colored coffin floating in the middle had opened a gap.

The will of the fallen immortal thus got the opportunity and began to erode the Panhu realm like a floating life mirror.

At that moment, one figure after another walked into the main hall from the door of the small house. All of them had strong auras and were dressed in luxurious robes. They were the Grand elders of the Zhong Kong sect who had stayed behind to guard the sect. After entering, they immediately walked in front of Yin nu, lifted their robes, and knelt down."Welcome, patriarch 'netherblood'!"

Not long after, three figures with especially powerful auras entered in a single file.

"Su dai, a descendant of the SU clan, respectfully welcomes patriarch 'netherblood' out of seclusion!"

"Sihong clan's descendant, Sihong hanrong, welcomes patriarch 'netherblood' out of seclusion!"

"Li Xin, a descendant of the Li clan, welcomes patriarch 'netherblood' out of seclusion!"

The patriarchs of the three families on duty arrived. After entering, they immediately bowed.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, the Grandmaster of netherblood, who was sitting high on the throne, asked in a cold voice, " &Quot; what happened in the eternal night desert recently? "

Upon hearing this, Li Xin immediately replied, " &Quot; Grandmaster 'netherblood', there was only one major event in the past half a year. Our sect's current Holy Son, PEI Ling, has reached the soul formation stage in the eternal night desert. &Quot;

The eyes of the Grandmaster of netherblood suddenly fell on Li Xin.

The SU clan's ancestor su dai, the SI Hong clan's ancestor Si Hong hanrong, and the other Grand elders also had something to report. Upon hearing this, they all looked at Li Xin in shock.

Even though Sihong hanrong had already expected this, she was still shocked when she heard Li Xin's words.

The one who had gone through the ten thousand tribulations to reach the soul formation stage was indeed PEI Ling!

What a good nine Ali clan!

Now, the whole world thought that the one who had reached the soul formation stage was the Crown Prince of the Liu Fu dynasty, and the biggest instigator of this was the nine Ali clan!

At this moment, the Grandmaster of netherblood said, " "Where is the Saint? Quickly summon him here."

&Quot; patriarch 'netherblood', " Li Xin replied respectfully. &Quot; I'll contact the Saint immediately and order him to return to the sect as soon as possible to meet the patriarch. &Quot;

&Quot; however, the Saint is young and insensible. He made a small mistake and angered the current sect master. &Quot;

"I hope that Grandmaster will take pity on his cultivation and mediate on his behalf."

The Grandmaster of "netherblood" nodded his head indifferently. He was too lazy to care about the grudges between the younger generation.

However, since he was a soul formation cultivator, it was worth making an exception for him.

Thinking up to this point, the Grandmaster of netherblood didn't even ask for the reason and directly said, " "Yes!"