I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

After all, the situation on Yu's side was still unclear, but The Pink Bride had sent out the prisoner.

The other party was all alone now. Under the same cultivation level, he couldn't stop Senior Sister Li and Yan mingxiao.

Even if The Pink Bride had set up many arrays and traps in the territory, it would be the same.

Now, he only had to confirm The Pink Bride's recovery. If The Pink Bride's power did not recover beyond the return To Void stage, he would get Senior Sister Li and Yan mingxiao to destroy each other's tombstones and eliminate The Pink Bride first!

As long as The Pink Bride was eliminated, there would only be Yu left, and it would be much easier to deal with him ...

At the thought of this, PEI Ling lifted his robe and sat in front of the gravestone. He closed his eyes and waited quietly.

... The goose returns Valley.

"Great Celestial Temple of the Zhao clan."

The small temple was not big, but it had all the essentials.

Although it seemed that this place had been built for a long time, it was spotless and clean. The windows were bright and clean.

Smoke curled up and dispersed, and the faint sound of chanting Sutras could be heard. It made people involuntarily hold their breath and concentrate, and awe rose in their hearts.

Fu xuanxu stepped into the temple with a calm expression. As soon as he passed the threshold, he heard a " bang " and the door behind him closed on its own without any wind.

He frowned slightly and looked back, only to see that the pitch-black door was tightly closed without a single gap. It was tightly closed, and the latch behind the door was already locked.

The surroundings were empty. Not far away, there was a reflective wall carved with a god statue that occupied two-thirds of the reflective wall. It was expelling and suppressing many demons and monsters.

He was the only one in the dim temple.

Fu xuanxu suddenly felt a little strange. He remembered that he did not come alone.

But now, he couldn't remember who his other companions were ...

After thinking for a moment, Fu xuanxu shook his head and walked directly into the reflective wall.

As soon as he walked into the reflective wall, all the demons on the wall came to life. They wriggled, struggled, and looked ferocious ... They slowly climbed out of the reflective wall and chased in Fu xuanxu's direction.

Fu xuanxu stood in the courtyard and looked around. It was a small courtyard with a clear view. The ground was paved with green bricks and flower beds were built on both sides. Many flowers and trees were planted.

In the middle of the ground, there was a three-legged round cauldron with the lid of the flower Pavilion of the Four Seasons.

Dense joss sticks were inserted in the courtyard, burning fiercely. Smoke kept coming out of them, making the whole courtyard look like a paradise.

Under the cauldron, there were demonic ghosts begging for mercy. They were being tortured, and their blood and organs were all over the place.The source of this content ɪs novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Fu xuanxu looked around for a moment and then walked to the main room not far away.

The moment he passed the round cauldron, the demonic ghosts that were suppressed all turned into a gust of cold black wind and followed behind him like his shadow.

Soon, Fu xuanxu stepped in front of the main room. The ghosts carved on the red pillars on both sides also came out of the pillars and followed him as he walked.

"Squeak."

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

This room was about the same size as the central room of an ordinary farmer's house. There was a square table used for placing offerings on the top. On the square table, there was a long table used for offering incense and sacrificial texts. Above the table, a bright yellow curtain covered an altar.

Inside the shrine, there was a demon ghost with a green face and red eyes.

His muscles were knotted, and the aura around his body was so fierce that no one dared to look at him directly.

At this time, there were four plates of melon and fruit, four plates of meat and a cup of wine on the square table.

The meat and fish were all raw and uncooked, emitting an obvious bloody smell.

Even though the incense was burning in the round cauldron behind him, and there was a gold-gilded incense burner on the offering table with a stick of incense inside, the smell of the incense was strong, but it could not cover the smell of meat.

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

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Extremely dense Yin Qi appeared in a flash, flooding the entire temple.

Shadows criss-crossed and gradually appeared behind him ...

Fu xuanxu suddenly turned around and saw that the door behind him was ajar. Through the crack of the door, he could see large puffs of smoke coming out of the round cauldron, but there was nothing else.

He frowned slightly, then slowly turned around and continued to look at the statue above.

At this moment, between the beams and pillars above his head, many demonic ghosts had piled up like a mountain.

One of the ghostly beings that was shaped like a fox and had no hair on its entire body quietly opened its mouth that was filled with sharp white teeth. Then, its neck seemed to extend endlessly.

As the head lowered, the bloody mouth was getting closer and closer to Fu xuanxu. Just when it was about to swallow Fu xuanxu ...

BOOM!

With a loud bang, the ghost was sent flying without any resistance.

Fu xuanxu slowly raised his head and looked coldly at the crowded and airtight ghosts above him. The aura around him was strong, and he was already at the peak of the nascent Soul Stage.

The ghosts let out shrill soul howls and rushed towards Fu xuanxu with their fangs and claws bared.

Fu xuanxu stood still and his expression did not change. He immediately cast a spell ...

BOOM!

The temple, which had been as quiet as death a moment ago, was instantly filled with smoke and dust as it trembled continuously ...

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The night sky was as dark as ink.

A pair of wind lanterns swayed gently with the night wind. The swaying lights shone on the plaque with " Zhao clan's great Celestial Temple ", and the shadows moved back and forth like demons and ghosts.

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

Zongkui yueji and ning Wuye saw Fu xuanxu step into the temple first, so they followed him in.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately began to look around.

He saw a reflective wall in front of him. It was empty, just a white wall without any patterns or carvings.

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

It was clean and tidy, and the strong smell of incense came from behind the reflective wall. There was also the faint murmur of the Bell, as if it was an ancient temple outside the world, quiet and peaceful.

Looking at this scene, Zong kui yueji felt that he had forgotten something. However, after thinking about it carefully, he could not recall what it was.

He was puzzled and walked inside cautiously.

Behind the reflective wall was a round, plain-colored cauldron without any patterns. There were many incense flames inside, and it was constantly emitting thick smoke.

In the darkness, black arms and sharp claws reached out to the limbs and bones of the final sunflower.

He passed through the courtyard and entered the main house.

He saw a burly and violent statue sitting quietly in the shrine under the bright yellow curtain.

On the square table in front of him, the offerings were still fresh. The long and narrow sacrificial table had an ancient color, and a gold-gilded Kasaya furnace was placed on it, with green smoke rising up.

The smell of incense could not cover up the bloody smell of the offerings.

Zongkui yueji walked forward.

Just as he approached the square table, he saw that the meat and fish offerings that had been washed clean suddenly gushed out large amounts of blood.

Then, a bloody hand covered in internal organs and blood suddenly reached out and grabbed the edge of the basin.

Zongkui yueji frowned. Before he could figure out what was going on, a greenish-black, highly rotten, and hairy arm suddenly reached out from the darkness and grabbed his arms, legs, waist, and back ...

The moment these arms touched his body, a vast amount of cold Yin Qi suddenly poured into his body.

At this moment, the bloody hand that stretched out of the basin suddenly let go of the basin and grabbed the throat of the final sunflower.

A powerful force forcefully pulled it into the basin.