I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 1141

2022-02-17

Chapter 1141 "Reading". (Second update! Please subscribe!)

After all, the situation on the "Yu" side is unknown now, but the pink bride has sent the "prisoner" out.

The other party is now alone and widowed. Under the same realm, they cannot stop Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua.

Even if the Pink Bride is in the territory, no matter how many formations and traps she arranges, it is the same.

Now, just waiting to confirm the recovery of the cultivation base on the Pink Bride's side, once the Pink Bride's strength has not recovered above Return to Emptiness, he will let Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua attack immediately and destroy each other's Tombstone, eliminate the pink bride first!

As long as the pink bride is out, there will be only one "Yu" left, and it will be much easier to deal with...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling closed her eyes before sitting on the tombstone with her robe up and down, Wait quietly.

…Yanhui Valley.

"Chao's Great Immortal Temple".

The small temple is not big, but it has all the internal organs.

Although from various traces, it seems that this place has experienced vicissitudes everywhere, and it seems that it has been built for a long time, but it is untainted by even a speck of dust.>

The curling cigarettes diffused, and there was a faint murmur of chanting, which was involuntarily breath-holding and awe-inspiring.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the temple with a calm expression. He had just walked over the threshold when he heard the sound of "peng", and the door behind him suddenly closed without wind.

He was slightly frowned, and when he looked back, he saw that the dark door was tightly closed, not even a single gap, it was tightly closed, and the latch behind the door was already inserted.

all around is empty, not far away, there is a screen wall, carved with a Divine Idol occupying the screen wall on 2/3/2022, expelling and suppressing many demons and monsters.

In the dim temple, I am alone.

Fu Xuanxu suddenly felt a little strange. He remembered that he didn't seem to come alone?

But at the moment, I can't remember which companions I have...

After thinking for a moment, Fu Xuanxu shook the head, took a step, and walked towards the screen wall.

Just after he walked into the screen wall, the demons on the screen wall came to life. They were wriggling, struggling, and ferocious... slowly crawled out of the screen wall, moved towards Fu Xuanxu's Follow the direction.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the courtyard and looked around. This is a small courtyard with an obvious at a glance. The floor is covered with green bricks, there are flower beds on both sides, and many flowers, plants and trees are planted.

On the ground in the middle, there is a three-legged round tripod with the lid of the four-season flower pavilion standing on it.

Densely packed incense sticks are inserted in it, burning roaringly, and billowing cigarettes keep coming out, making the whole courtyard look smoky, like Immortal Realm.

Below the round tripod, there are monsters who are crying and begging for mercy, suffering from various punishments, blood and internal organs flowing everywhere.

Fu Xuanxu looked for a moment, then walked towards the main room not far away.

The moment he crossed the round tripod, the demons who had been suppressed all turned into a cold black wind, following him like a shadow.

Soon, Fu Xuanxu took the steps in front of the main room. The ghosts carved on the red pillars on both sides also drilled out of the pillars as he walked, following closely from behind.

"Squeak."

The door of the main room was pushed open, revealing a small room.

This room is about the size of an ordinary farmhouse's main room. There is a square table for placing offerings. Above the square table is a long table for offering incense and offerings. , a shrine sheltered by bright yellow curtains.

Inside the shrine, sits a ferocious-looking ghost with red eyes.

The muscles are knotted, and the breath is so violent that it makes people afraid to look directly.

At this time, there were four plates of melons and fruits, four plates of meat and fish, and a cup of wine on the square table.

Those meat and fishes are raw, undercooked, and give off a distinct blood-reeking qi.

Even though the incense burner was burning in the round tripod behind him, there was also a gilt-gilt incense burner on the confession, with a stick of incense sticking in it. Fishy mutton.

Fu Xuanxu slightly frowned, turned his neck and looked around.

The temperature all around plummeted.

The incomparably rich Yin Qi rolled out between the fingers, submerging the entire temple.

one after another nether shadow criss-crossed, gradually emerging behind him...

Fu Xuanxu turned his head suddenly, only to see the door behind him, and in the crack of the door, he could see Outside the round tripod, a large number of cigarettes were smoking, but there was nothing else.

He slightly frowned, then slowly turned around and continued to look up at Divine Idol.

At this time, between the beams and pillars above his head, densely packed demons were stacked like a mountain.

One of the fox-shaped, hairless ghosts quietly opened its bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and then its neck extended as if endlessly.

With the drooping of the head, bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl is getting closer and closer to Fu Xuanxu, when I can swallow Fu Xuanxu...

bang!

With a loud noise, the ghost was blasted out without any resistance.

Fu Xuanxu slowly lifts the head, staring coldly at the crowded, airtight ghost above, his whole body is full of breath, it is already Nascent Soul Peak.

The ghosts let out a shrill scream, and baring fangs and brandishing claws rushed towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu motionless stood on the spot, his face did not change at all, he immediately played a secret art...

bang!! !

The temple, which was just as quiet as death, was suddenly filled with smoke and dust and kept shaking...

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The night was thick as ink.

A pair of suffocating wind lanterns swayed gently with the night wind. The flickering lights illuminated the plaque of "Zhao's Great Immortal Temple", and the shadows moved back and forth like ghosts.

In front of the temple, several clumps of flowers and plants bloomed quietly, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

Zhongkui Yueji and Ning Wuye saw Fu Xuanxu step into the temple first, so they followed.

Zhongkui Yueji walked through the door and immediately began to look around.

I saw a screen wall in front of me, empty, just a snow-white wall without any pattern carvings.

The door behind him was closed at some point, and it was tightly closed.

The sight is clean and tidy, the rich scent of incense billows from behind the screen, and there are bells and whistles that seem to be absent, like an ancient temple outside the world, clean and peaceful.

Zhongkui Yueji looked at this scene and always felt that he had forgotten something, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't recall what was going on at all.

He was puzzled and walked inside cautiously.

Behind the screen, there is a round tripod of plain color and no pattern, with many incense in it, and a thick smoke is constantly rising one after another.

In the darkness, the arms and sharp claws of azure black stretched out towards Zhongkui Yueji's limbs.

He walked across the courtyard and into the main house.

In the shrine shaded by bright yellow curtains, the burly and fierce Divine Idol sat quietly.

On the square table in front of him, the offerings are fresh, and the long and narrow offerings are old-fashioned, and a gilt-gilt stove is placed on it, with green smoke curling up.

The smell of incense can't hide the blood-reeking qi of the offerings.

Zhongkui Yueji walked forward.

He just got close to the square table, but he saw a large amount of blood suddenly appearing in the originally washed meat and fish offerings.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody hand full of viscera and blood stains suddenly stretched out from it, and Fiercely grabbed the edge of the basin.

Zhongkui Yueji frowned, before he could figure out what was going on, his arms, which were blue-black, highly rotten, and covered with black hair, suddenly poked out from the darkness and grabbed hold of them. His arms, legs, back...

The moment these arms touched his body, the majestic cold aura suddenly poured into his body.

At this time, the bloody hand stretched out from the basin, suddenly let go of the basin, and instead grabbed Zhongkui Yueji's throat.

A powerful force pulled it into the basin forcibly.

(end of this chapter)