I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 1142

2022-02-17

Chapter 1142 Offense and Defense. (The third update! Please subscribe!)

At the same time, the green and black rotten arms behind Zhongkui Yueji also worked together to push him into the basin.

Zhongkui Yueji's body moved slightly towards the basin.

The blood in the basin grew more and more, and soon, it was like a fountain, flowing over the basin, over the square table, and along the legs of the square table, flowing toward the ground.

Among the blood, vague pieces of flesh and blood gradually emerged, and their parts gave people a subtle sense of familiarity.

Zhongkui Yueji suddenly realized that inside the basin was a corpse that had been smashed and forcibly stuffed into it.

The smell of blood just now came from this corpse.

This is the offering of the Divine Idol in the temple!

In an instant, Zhongkui Yueji had a strong premonition in his heart, as if as long as he was pulled into the furnace, he would replace the corpse and become a fresh offering!

At this time, Zhongkui Yueji's body was already unstable and planted in a pot.

Suddenly, all the arms holding him were covered with a layer of dazzling pale-gold, as if covered with a thin layer of spring light.

All arms stopped instantly and stopped moving.

Zhongkui Yueji suddenly burst out with a powerful and majestic aura, and the arms of many ghosts, like snow meeting the sun, were instantly disappeared and disappeared!

Without these restraints, Zhongkui Yueji regained his footing.

"Tread, step, step..."

In the darkness, grotesquely shaped ghosts walked out. He pulled it out and looked at Zhongkui Yueji with a cold and treacherous gaze.

The blood has soaked the whole ground, and it is constantly rising, as if the whole temple is going to be topped.

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The mad lantern kept shaking.

Under the erratic light, a pair of azure clothes floated in.

He is tall and straight, his sword intent is lingering, and the whole person's breath is almost fused with the long sword behind him.

Ning Wuye walked into the temple, and just stood still behind the threshold, and started lightly. What did he seem to have overlooked?

And...

He looked around all around and frowned suddenly, wondering why he came to such an unfamiliar place alone?

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked towards the screen wall.

Blank screen walls, simple round tripods, beams and columns without any decoration or carvings, steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the hidden door of the main house and walked into the main house where Divine Idol is enshrined. Inside.

The Divine Idol in front of me, although the temple where he lives is not big, but the incense is very strong...

However, these offerings seem to be unusual... But, among Yousu Grave , all kinds of weird things are possible...

Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, looked at the shrine at the top, and looked puzzled.

He always felt that there was something wrong with this Divine Idol...?

At this time, Divine Idol, who was originally painted on clay, suddenly opened Crimson's eyes.

Baleful aura soared into the sky, Divine Idol shot and grabbed Ning Wuye.

bang!

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The solitary monument of a dead tree.

The mud in front of the tomb is still wriggling, and the people who sacrificed have already dispersed with trembling with fear.

In a short while, the mud completely devoured the last sacrifice and returned to normal.

The sedan chair that was originally suspended in the air was disappeared, and a pink bride in a red robe and a hipa appeared on the branch of the dead tree, stretching lazily.

Hipa's chest hangs upright, unable to see his expression.

The complicated skirt waving between the branches is blown by the wind, like a dead old tree, with gorgeous flowers blooming suddenly.

A pair of slender embroidered shoes were faintly discernible in the layered skirts.

In the lush grass, the blood stains have long dried up and turned into mottled crimson.

The low-grade talisman Flying Sword that was originally carried by Lin Feng, was inserted obliquely to the ground, and the blade, like the limbid autumn water, trembled slightly.

At this time, a pure white silhouette came from a distance.

It looks like a human, wearing a white robe, walking towards the wind, fluttering about to fly, but looking closely, on the snow-white face, under the white eyebrow, there are two parallel Eye.

In the depths of the pupil, there is a dark fire that dances slowly.

It is "prisoner".

"Prisoner" strode forward and stopped not far from the tombstone.

The pink bride motionless sat on the treetop, under the hipa, and her voice came out: "What's the matter?"

"Prisoner" said coldly: "Then The three living ones have already matched 'Xi'."

"I probably know the position of Pei Ling."

The pink bride said in a tranquil voice: " Something happened during the daytime today."

"I have grasped Pei Ling's position now."

"Prisoner" shook his head slightly and said, "Right now, the position is not the best It's important."

"The most important thing is that the three living beings are all in a hard fight."

"Fighting in the same situation, 'Xi'impossible can stop those three people."

"So, the current cultivation base of 'Xi' may have been restored to Divine Transformation."

Divine Transformation?

The pink bride on the branch frowned, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "How about the situation in Pei Ling's territory?"

"Prisoner" slowly said : "The territory is not clear for the time being."

"But now, our cultivation base is far behind in strength."

"This is very unfavorable for our situation!"

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The pink bride nodded, and then said: "Then what do you think should be done now?"

"Prisoner" said solemnly: "Now, we know that the cultivation base at Pei Ling has been restored. At least Divine Transformation."

"And Pei Ling, I must also know that we only have Nascent Soul now."

"No accident."

"Pei Ling will definitely spare no effort to search for our location next."

"However, the three living people searched for Pei Ling's traces for half a year."

"As for Pei Ling, even if the cultivation base has been restored to a higher realm, it will take some time to find us."

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must do it in advance. Get ready."

"At least, restore the cultivation base to Divine Transformation."

Hearing this, the Pink Bride immediately said: "Tell the whole territory."

"Starting tonight, sacrifices will be made every day."

"The sacrifices cannot stop."

"Prisoner" nodded: "Understood!"

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The wilderness.

Beside the solitary tomb, Pei Ling sat beside the tombstone, silent and dead.

He has been sitting here for a long time since the sound transmission to "Xi" just now.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yanhui Valley.

"It's been a while since the fight, and the winner hasn't been decided yet..."

"The cultivation base of the 'prisoner' is at most Divine Transformation, and it hasn't returned to Return. to Emptiness."

"Now, just wait for the news from Senior Sister Li..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.

If he came to Yanhui Valley right now and joined forces with "Xi", he would definitely be able to kill the "prisoner" directly on the spot.

However, that doesn't make sense anymore.

As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result is the same!

In addition, he is the only one to guard the tombstone now, but he can't leave it no matter what.

The more critical it is, the less we should take it lightly!

So, Pei Ling closed his eyes again and sat quietly. The cemetery was cold and silent, like a dead place.

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