I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Wang had said before that Kong mo, Qiao ciguang, and Sihong Qingqian had to walk the path of no return if they wanted to leave the grave of Yousu.

Right now,"Kong ye" and Qiao ciguang had already completed this request, leaving only Si Hong Qingzhen.

Since that was the case, PEI Ling would use a replica to take the other party's place ...

In any case, he just had to give the other two taboos an explanation.

Moreover, the two taboos might not be able to see the problem!

After arranging everything, PEI Ling looked towards the Zhong gang sect. After confirming that Senior Sister li, Sihong Miaoli, su Xirou, and Hua yuran were all fine, he nodded slightly.

However, when he saw that ancestral Master Fu Qiong and ancestral master Xing hen were not in the hall of inheritance, he frowned.

The last time he asked patriarch "Xing hen" about the Tribulation, he learned that the patriarchs had something to do.

However, if the entire Zhong gang sect did not have the patriarch, what would he do if something went wrong with his Dao companions while they were refining the Tribulation power?

At the thought of this, PEI Ling took a step forward and instantly left you su tomb, appearing above the vast sea.

"Senior 'Fu Qiong', senior' Xing hen'," he said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, PEI Ling waited for a moment, only to see that there was no response.

Seeing this, he didn't hesitate. Two copies of himself appeared on his left and right. These two copies immediately took the appearance of ancestral Master Fu Qiong and ancestral master Xing hen.

PEI Ling said in a gentle tone,"Senior 'Fu Qiong', senior' Xing hen',"

The two replicas beside him replied at the same time, " "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, PEI Ling immediately looked towards the direction of qingyao mountain.

His gaze pierced through the mountains and rivers and layers of obstacles. He instantly saw xunmu standing tall and straight in the depths of Yuyuan. Thousands of dark green silk sashes hung down from her, dotted with blood tumors. Eyes filled with malice opened from the blood tumors. Its aura was terrifying and chaotic, as if it was the incarnation of all the evil, disaster, terror, brutality, and depravity in this world.

The moment PEI Ling saw the xunmu, the xunmu seemed to have sensed something. The dark green silk sashes swayed in unison, and the dense pupils all turned to look at him.

PEI Ling's expression did not change. With a thought, the two copies beside him disappeared.

Immediately after, a towering door appeared in the void in front of him, emitting a powerful curse aura!

PEI Ling stepped in.

After his figure disappeared into the door, the cursed door also disappeared.

The originally calm ocean suddenly had huge waves. The sound of water flowing shook the surroundings. Countless sea tribes fled in panic. Huge ripples splashed up and turned into a cave. The angry ocean raged and the world was in chaos with a snap of the finger.

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Qingyao mountain.

Yu Yuan.

The aura of desolation was extremely dense. On the seeking wood, numerous eyes looked coldly from each of the silk strips.

Evil, chaos, violence, maliciousness ... They were almost tangible.

The vast wilderness had now turned into an uneven mountain.

Huge potholes covered the ruins like wounds.

From the dried up Yuyuan, smoke rose into the sky.

Cobweb-like cracks could be seen everywhere in the void. From time to time, a chaotic storm would emerge, tearing space apart and causing the entire ruins to distort and shake.

Huai bu's entire body was stuck in the bottom of one of the huge pits. There was a huge bloody hole in his chest. Through the hole, one could clearly see the sand behind him. Dark green blood was flowing out of the hole, turning from bright red to dark green.

His body was no longer perfect, and his aura was scattered. He was trying hard to stand up from the bottom of the pit.

Ying Neng's face was as pale as death. He half-knelt on the ground. Countless dark green silk sashes pierced through his back and nailed him to the ground. Each sashes turned into a squirming living thing. They were sticky and cold as they continuously corroded his Dao body.

&Quot; Liao Chen " was in mid-air, his human skin robe fluttering in the wind. He was clean, without a single bloodstain. However, everything below his waist had disappeared.

What replaced it was a dense mass of rhizomes. All the tendrils grew closely with the burning Phoenix, as if he was born half-human and half-root. These tendrils took root in the ground and lifted it high up, as if it was some kind of sacrificial ritual. The gurgling sound of blood flowing to the ground from the tendrils could be heard.

The venomous look in the eyes of patriarch Liao Chen, who was held high in the air, had disappeared. He no longer had any breath, he had died a long time ago!

"Xing hen" was lying in a pool of blood. Around him were piles of white bones. It was as if a carpet of bones had been laid out on the barren land. At this moment, all the White bones were extremely dim and some had even turned into dust.

Countless dark-green silk threads crawled out from the cracks of the bones, struggling to wrap around each piece of bone and extract any bit of nutrients.

The criss-crossing silk sashes were like layers of spider webs that wrapped around Xing hen.

His original robes were almost completely dyed dark green.

A strong wind blew, and the smell of blood spread.

'Fu Qiong' stood in the air, blood dripping down the corner of his robe. On his body, there were large and small wounds that were dark green in color. They were squirming, and blood tumors appeared. He opened his eyes with hatred.

His aura was fluctuating. Flaws and perfection were constantly alternating like a revolving lantern.

Among the five of them, he was the only one who could barely maintain the "stainless state," but he was also about to be unable to maintain it!

Fu Qiong's face was extremely pale. Up until now, they had already given it their all. All sorts of methods that required a heavy price had been used without reservation. They had even used up a portion of their sect's resources.

However, right now, he couldn't even escape, much less defeat xunmu!

In fact, the only reason they were still alive was because xunmu had not used his full strength!

No!

To be exact, xunmu didn't seem to treat them as true opponents. Up until now, xunmu had been on guard against something!

As his thoughts flashed, the giant tree crown that covered the four poles slightly moved, and tens of thousands of dark green trees swept down again.

The endless fall was like a rolling wave, roaring as it charged towards Fu Qiong.

There seemed to be thousands of voices overlapping in the dark, echoing in Fu Qiong's ears, hysterically urging him to fall, fall, fall ...

'Fu Qiong' immediately cast a spell and a golden light appeared in the void. The center of his brows glowed and a golden coffin appeared. It was ethereal and filled the entire heaven and earth.

[ golden coffin burial ]!

In the next moment, all the golden light wrapped around Fu Qiong. The shadow of a huge coffin appeared and he was completely contained within.

BOOM!

The dark green silk ribbon crashed down like a huge wave.