I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

At the Wushi villa.

A certain area on the mountain-like throne was covered in thick darkness.

[ underworld fog ] blocks vision and spiritual sense, preventing the outside world from knowing what is going on inside.

In the darkness, PEI Ling was pressed down on the throne. His black hair was scattered, his robe was ragged, and his muscles were exposed. There were not many things to cover his body.

Her snow-white hair fell to her chest, like a ray of moonlight shining down from the night sky, violently swaying along with the movements of patriarch Hu Yi.

At this moment, the ancestral master Hu Yi had already started to tear off the profound clothes with golden patterns on them. Her outer clothes fell to the ground, revealing her inner clothes that were as white as snow. Before she could take off all of her clothes, she impatiently hugged PEI Ling tightly and bit his lips fiercely.

In order to prevent the immortal path from failing, PEI Ling did not dare to resist at all and could only cooperate with him by opening his mouth slightly ...

In the next moment, he felt a pain on his lips, and his entire body was pressed down on the throne by a powerful force.

PEI Ling quickly thought of a plan. His current situation wasn't good. Should he cultivate the six desires secret manual next? Or cultivate the [ Maha scroll ]?

Just as he was thinking about this, his spiritual will suddenly sensed that several terrifying auras had appeared above the Wushi villa.

He was very familiar with a few of the powerful auras!

They were patriarch Fu Qiong of the Zhong gang sect, patriarch Shi Wei of the nine luminaries mountain, and patriarch Zhu Yi of the heaven born sect!

The patriarchs of the other eight sects are all here?

Realizing this, PEI Ling's face suddenly changed. The will of the fallen immortal had just used his identity to attack the chain that sealed the fallen immortal!

If this matter was known by the ancestors of the eight great sects ...

As he was thinking, he noticed that two familiar cold and powerful Qis had appeared. They were the two taboos of you su tomb!

"No one is allowed to interfere with the path to immortality!"

His loud voice spread across the entire area.

Hearing the words of the taboo, PEI Ling heaved a sigh of relief. The current situation was obvious. As long as he could succeed in his immortal path, the two taboo Masters would definitely protect him!

He didn't have to worry about the outside world for the time being, so he could continue to consider which cultivation technique to cultivate ...

However, at this moment, PEI Ling suddenly felt an extremely terrifying and vast divine sense that directly passed through his [ underworld fog ] and swept past him and ancestral master Hu Yi!

The next moment, a calm and cold voice came from the depths of the Wushi villa, " "Low-grade Immortals are not welcome in the lower realm."

&Quot; all of you, quickly retreat. You can still retain a trace of your consciousness in the illusion! &Quot;

PEI Ling was shocked. The netherworld fog of the eternal night desert could block out all forms of detection and perception. However, the Taoist body just now had completely ignored his netherworld fog!

It was the Grandmaster of the great vehicle stage of the Wushi villa!

Fortunately, in the eyes of the Wushi villa, he was the immortal Emperor of the upper realm, just like them, so they did not have to worry about the other party attacking him, but ...

Thinking up to this point, PEI Ling had a thought and immediately activated the [ blood prison of the sky ] in the [ mist of the underworld ].

A bloody and sweet aura spread out, and the color of blood Rose dramatically, like a curtain, enveloping the two people and the throne under them.

He had double-layered it to block sight and divine telekinesis. Then, he had worriedly set up layers of great formations and restrictions to block the sight, divine telekinesis, probing, and perception of the surroundings.

Although he was the Saint of The Fiend sect, it was better for him to restrain himself in front of the patriarch and discuss the illusory realm in broad daylight.

After all, he had never done anything like this before ...

That time when the eight sects 'core disciples were watching from outside the screen was controlled by the system, so it did not count ...

Without waiting for PEI Ling to think further, ancestral master Hu Yi had already taken off her last piece of clothing. She stuck close to PEI Ling's body and instantly pressed him down onto the throne.

At the same time, an earth-shattering sound was heard.

Gales howled in the void, and space cracked ... Immediately after, countless terrifying auras scattered and intertwined.

The ancestors of the nine sects, two taboo Masters ...

They began to act!

However, even though such violent movements were heard continuously, Hu Yi's Grandmaster did not care at all,

……

It was like the melting ice of spring water, like the falling flowers floating in green, and like the flying snow entering the forest.

……

From PEI Ling's point of view, this Grandmaster had a delicate face, long brows, and Phoenix eyes. Her beauty could topple a city, and the loftiness in her brows was full of vitality that had not been tainted by the mortal world. She looked like a young girl in her twenties, but her figure was graceful and curvaceous. Her waist was like a Willow, like a newly-born bud in spring. She was flexible, soft, and graceful.

Her long silver-white hair fell down like a waterfall, like the moonlight from the high sky. When the wind blew, the Willow branches moved with it, shaking the moonlight and rippling the snow Mountain. It was bright and clear, and the fragrance filled the air.

……

At this moment ...

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Outside the [ netherworld fog ], a series of sounds of battle could be heard. Wind and water rose, thunder and lightning struck, and thousands of beasts galloped and birds flew.

It was noisy and loud.

For a time, the battle between the nine grandmasters and the two forbidden sects broke out. The void could not bear it and cracked inch by inch. Storms were born and died suddenly. Day and night turned in an instant in the high sky, creating a myriad of phenomena.

In the darkness, the moonlight shone and the pure white color changed unpredictably. It was as if it rose from the water. The water moved and created wind, shaking the Willow branches and shattering the waves. In the endless shimmer, there seemed to be heat rising, and a good night was short.

Outside of the rolling darkness, spells and all kinds of nomological laws intertwined like a net. The void was shattered, and the heaven and earth were constantly shaking. Strong winds and raging flames were surging.

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The mountain-like throne was suspended in the air, and the thick chains pierced through the sky. No matter how many techniques collided in the void, the impact force surged in, but it remained motionless.

High up in the sky, the battle was in full swing.

As the mountain range rose and fell, it carried the gallop of thousands of beasts. The heavenly wind was mighty, the water roared, and lightning descended like a forest, illuminating the entire world with a pale white.

On the inverted throne, the dark figure seemed to have gathered endless will of withering. The air of withering surged and spread. As he sat down, the taboo from the land of the dead, his big sleeves fluttered, and the White mist rolled up. The gray haze whistled, like a flood that broke the dam, eroding the whole world.

Countless Crimson eyes, filled with endless resentment, opened from within the coldness. They were densely packed and their malice was almost tangible as they looked at the carriage on the Rainbow Bridge.

All the attacks were deliberately avoided from the Wushi villa.

On the stage of rainbow clouds, mo minglan sat upright and still. Diagonally opposite her, su PU, Yi Xi, and Wei Wei were all sitting upright and still.

The four of them were calm and unmoved by the battle that was happening not far away.

Especially the three Manor Masters. Two of them were naked, and one was holding a Mad Dog. Under the gazes of the eight patriarchs and the two forbidden cultivators, they were all calm and indifferent, as if everything was as normal as eating and drinking.

At this moment, mo minglan raised her head slightly and looked at the two taboos of the you su tomb.