I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 675

2022-02-17

Chapter 675 Holy Son Blood Seat. (Second update! Please subscribe!)

Su Lijing faintly smiled, and said: "Pei Ling this child, talented, although from humble background, but self-improvement, assiduous cultivation, is my holy sect the fastest entry Disciple in recent years. ”

“It is Heaven's Chosen well deserved!”

“It’s just that he is still young and has a short cultivation time, so he really has no reputation.”

"However, that's all in the past."

"This seat can assert: After today, the name of Pei Ling will surely spread throughout the world!"

Hearing this, all Around suddenly a dead silence.

Just as Su Lijing had doubts in his heart, and when he was thinking about the reason, he heard Old Wu slightly nod from Samsara Tower and said dumbly: "This Pei Ling is indeed very unusual."

“Indeed.”

“Not bad.”

“This child is different.”

“I’m afraid it has never been before.”

"It's even unprecedented."

"Sect Master Su is magnificent."

Not only the demonic path Three Sects, but even the high-level cultivators of the right path have all spoken out.

All in all, the Eight Great Sects are very polite, never mentioning Pei Ling and Madame Sect Master, this is the Deep Sea Sect after all, it is not good for anyone to make things stiff in person.

After chatting with the Eight Great Sects, Su Lijing looked into the field.

Now everything is almost ready, and the guests have basically arrived.

Only waiting for his order, Pei Ling can come out, climb the blood ladder of all races, and take the place of Holy Son... However, he always felt that the eight Great Sect people looked towards his own eyes. , a little weird!

Under the thoughts are revolving, Su Lijing swept over himself with divine thought, and didn't think there was any problem. Afterwards, he looked at Sihong Qingyan beside him again, but saw Sihong Qingyan's fancy cloth, surrounded by pearls and emeralds, his gorgeous and charming face was covered with haze, and the meaning of violence lingered.

It's murderous-looking all over its body, and it seems to be able to do it anytime, anywhere.

Su Lijing is not frowned and knows why.

Therefore, he immediately sounded transmission: "Not long after the fourth true biography ascended the throne, I will be promoted to Holy Son. This is my holy sect Good Fortune, and it is a great joy to invite all my colleagues to come to watch the ceremony."

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"Don't make any face here."

"Now the eight factions are watching, even if you don't care about your reputation, you should take into account the decency of the holy sect."

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Hearing this, Sihong Qingyan turned his head sideways, glanced at Su Lijing faintly, and turned his head back expressionlessly, without saying anything.

Su Lijing felt dissatisfied.

Sihong Qingyan usually doesn't give him face, but it's okay.

But this kind of sect event can't allow the other party to mess around!

Thinking of this, Su Lijing then sound transmission: "Although Pei Ling is not from your Sihong Clan, he is not from my Su Clan. I even had a conflict with him before. , isn't it the same now?"

"As a dignified Madame Sect Master, how can you be so narrow-minded and care about with a Junior Disciple?"

"And If you don't say it, it will make outsiders see a joke now, how can you go further in the future?"

Sihong Qingyan glanced at Su Lijing coldly, his fingertips darkened. With all her strength, she had already crushed the armrests made by Ten Thousand Year Profound Jade, but in the end, she still didn't say anything, she turned her face away, and finally showed a fake smile on her face.

Seeing this, Su Lijing was still a little dissatisfied, but he didn't bother to care about Sihong Qingyan any more, so he sent a light sound transmission: "Pei Ling entered the hall, ready to start the ceremony."

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In a small courtyard.

The teleport array in the courtyard is brightening the dark rays of light.

Besides the teleport array, Pei Ling has everything ready.

Not far away, the Lineage Lord of the thirteen veins of the Inner Sect stands.

It's just the true biography of Zhou Miaoli and Su Zhenhe, but it never appeared.

Pei Ling was not surprised by this. Mrs. Li had already greeted him before, and this time to climb the blood ladder of all ethnic groups was to deliberately attract Disciple to take the bait.

Therefore, no Dao Protector was prepared for him.

Not even the higher three lineages Lineage Lord, when the time comes, is allowed to shoot.

At this moment, a silhouette flashed in the courtyard, Li Wuding appeared out of thin air, nod to Pei Ling, said solemnly: "It's almost time, it's time to show up."

Pei Ling nods: "Yes."

After that, without any hesitation, she stepped into the teleport array one step at a time.

Thirteen Lineage Lords follow closely from behind, the silhouette of the entire group, quickly disappearing into the small courtyard.

In the vast sea of clouds, on a vacant platform with a small area, the cold atmosphere diffused, a beam of black light flashed, revealing Pei Ling's silhouette.

His black robe is hunting, carrying a long knife, his expression is stern, his eyes are firm, his eyebrows are dark, his baleful aura is lingering, and when he stands proudly, a violent breath is coming!

In an instant, all eyes on the scene swept over and focused on him alone.

Even if the silhouettes of thirteen Lineage Lords appeared immediately behind him, they could not distract everyone's attention at all.

The gazes of many high-level cultivators in the main position, although not malicious, are extremely heavy, as if several mountains are pressing down!

Pei Ling did not shy away, her expression was as usual, and after bowing to the main seat, she cupped one fist in the other hand in all directions and gave a round salute.

Immediately afterwards, all the guests got up and returned their salutes, and then saluted the host: "Congratulations to the holy sect, the fire is passed down from generation to generation, and the blessings last!"

"You don't need to be too polite." On the main seat, in the chaotic fog, Su Lijing's voice was warm and gentle, and he announced in public, "Pei Ling, the true heir of our sect, broke the condense Pill Soul yesterday and wants to ascend to the throne of Holy Son."

" Today, I have all of you comrades who have come from thousands of miles to bear witness."

He said in a deep voice, "Supervision Palace Lord."

Purple Eyes The Supervision Palace Lord of the Xuanpao came out immediately: "My subordinates are here."

Su Lijing said briefly: "Upgrade Holy Son Blood Throne."

Supervision Palace Lord bowed and said: "Yes."

The voice fell, and I saw the sea of clouds that had been changing leisurely, stagnant for a moment, as if time had stopped in this brief moment.

After that, the sea of clouds surged up suddenly, roaring and roaring, moving towards all directions grandiose like a stormy sea and boiling away.

The platform that carries the guests and the Disciple door seems like an isolated island in the ocean. Under such changes, it is still as stable as a mountain.

However, except for the high-level cultivator, all living beings felt a panic.

"gē gē gē..." Many people couldn't even keep their teeth and tremble, and they couldn't hold the elephant chopsticks, so they almost wanted to get up and run away.

Somewhere in the world, they felt that there was an indescribable horror and disaster that was about to come!

A moment later, in the sea of clouds, a solitary peak-like blood-colored throne slowly rose.

The style of the throne is simple and heavy, and it seems to be surrounded by blood-colored flames all around.

It was silent, as if it were an ominous beast crawling silently.

In front of the seat, the endless blood-colored stairs, Blood Fiendish Qi, soared into the sky. On each level of the stairs, there were carvings of Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, and countless statues of demons and ghosts were arranged on the left and right.

The cold, dead silence, blood, resentment, Evil Thought... overflowed and lingered all over the place.

When the throne was raised to be level with the main seat, the Supervision Palace Lord said in a deep voice: "The real Pei Ling, the blood ladder of tens of thousands of people."

"Holy sect rules, Holy Son and Saintess, you can't take office without going through the blood ladder of ten thousand clans!"

"Today, as witnesses, we will climb the ladder of ten thousand clan blood before we can take the position of Holy Son."

"This is your last chance to retreat. Once you step on the blood ladder, there is no retreat!"

Pei Ling did not hesitate at all, her silhouette flashed, and she appeared on the blood ladder of the First Layer, roar!

Several blood beasts appeared instantly, roaring towards him.

shua!

The blood-colored Blade Qi flashed, and all the blood beasts were cut in half and dissipated in an instant.

As the blood rained, he stepped onto the Second Layer with great ease.

(end of this chapter)