I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The Zhong gang sect.

Floating light pond.

The surface of the pool reflected a huge city, which was bustling with activity.

And at the edge of the transient light pool, through the city walls, one could faintly see the traces of the distant mountains.

The mountain ranges rose and fell, and the chiffon-like clouds and mist lingered around them. It looked like a paradise on earth.

At this moment, on a certain mountain, the Maple-red color that looked like the autumn sun from afar was actually a strange spiritual plant. The branches of this spiritual plant were like human bones, white and bleak, and the flowers and leaves were like solidified blood, emitting a sweet and fishy smell.

The faces of countless resentful souls were squeezed on the flower leaves, opening their mouths and letting out shrill screams.

The numerous roars converged into an indescribable ghostly wail that reverberated throughout the entire forest.

Under the trees, there was a kind of pale white sand. Under the dim light, it had a cold luster, like bone residue that had been washed repeatedly.

In the depths of the forest, an old man in hemp clothing and a bamboo hat was sitting on a futon.

The old man's face was ordinary, so ordinary that if one looked away from his face, one would completely forget his appearance. He was closing his eyes and meditating with an indifferent expression.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and a look of surprise flashed across his calm face. He muttered to himself, " "The fog of the netherworld, the eternal night desert ..."

This matter was very strange!

This time, Sihong Miaoli was suddenly attacked, and he activated the method he had set up in her bloodline. This was originally for Sihong Miaoli's mission, but she did not expect to meet PEI Ling in the crossing disaster abyss.

The Sihong clan didn't have any truly outstanding talents in this generation, and the plan to steal the medicine fairy during the pill discussion ceremony had failed. For the clan's benefits for the next three hundred years, there had to be a heaven's favorite who could take on the heavy responsibility!

As for a Holy Son who had yet to fully mature, it would be better than the original plan of the Sihong clan if they could obtain him!

Hence, Si Hong hanrong changed her original plan immediately ...

However, he did not expect that the saint's cultivation had not only broken through to the incarnation stage, but he was also so powerful that even he had failed!

A soul formation intermediate stage cultivator actually had the strength of a Return To Void stage cultivator?

Even though this was a Saint who had fought his way up from the outer sect of the sage sect, it was still unbelievable!

Moreover, that kind of darkness could even isolate his divine will.

This was the same as the netherworld fog in the eternal night desert!

At that thought, Si Hong hanrong immediately took out a voice transmission talisman and activated it.

Soon, a flirtatious voice came out of the voice transmission talisman."Forefather, what's the matter?"

"Qingyan, which divine transformation realm tribulation is PEI Ling at?" Si Hong hanrong asked.

"PEI Ling?" Si hongqing was stunned at first, then laughed lazily. &Quot; how would I know which divine transformation realm he is? Forefather should have asked the nine Ali clan."

Si Hong frowned and said,'Qingqing, don't mess around. This is proper business!"

Si Hong snickered for a while, then said with a smile, " "Didn't elder ancestor blame me for embarrassing the Sihong clan a while ago? Why are you asking me about PEI Ling's cultivation now?"

"That was then and this is now. Don't waste the precious time. Speak," Si Hong said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Si Hong said nonchalantly, " "Alright, but I'm really not too sure how many divine transformation realm tribulations PEI Ling has passed,"

&Quot; but since it's needed by the family, as the legitimate daughter of the Sihong clan, I naturally have no other choice. &Quot;

"I'll go find PEI Ling and ask him face to face later."

"Even if he succeeds in his schemes and imprisons me for divination, I'll find a way to find out his background ..."

Sihong hanrong acted as if she didn't hear the last sentence and said calmly, " "I want to know the result within three days."

In the voice transmission talisman, Si Hong Qing replied unhappily, " "Three days is not enough ..."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Sihong hanrong cut off the voice transmission.

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Crossing disaster abyss.

In the "yellow" area, underground, the vacuum spiritual formation.

The viscous, almost solid darkness seemed to be drawn by something and began to gather towards the center, collapsing and finally entering PEI Ling's body.

The sleeves of PEI Ling's robe fluttered even though there was no wind. After a while, his majestic aura was restrained.

Not far away, Sihong Miaoli was lying on the ground. Her white clothes with blue patterns were already in tatters. Her exposed skin was covered in scars, and red blood was slowly seeping out, wetting her dress.

His eyes were tightly shut, but he had already passed out.

Seeing that Junior Sister song's injuries were not light, but her breathing was still stable and her life was not in danger, the four female cultivators all secretly heaved a sigh of relief. However, they quickly looked at PEI Ling with vigilance.

This heavy-armor sect's Holy Son was also a devil!

Furthermore, the other party had forced Junior Sister Song, who was under the control of the Sihong clan's ancestor, to retreat. Even if the four of them were to join forces and use all their trump cards, they would definitely not be his match.

However, during the battle just now, the other party had intentionally protected the four of them from the beginning to the end. Furthermore, when they were fighting with the ancestor of the Sihong clan, they had also deliberately avoided attacking Junior Sister song's vital points. However, they did not know what the other party's goal was ...

Thinking of this, Shen yinchen asked tentatively, " &Quot; are you really the Holy Son of the Zhong gang sect? "

At this moment, PEI Ling had just calmed down. Hearing this, he could not help but smile."Why should I know too much when I'm bound to be forgotten?"

Hearing this, the four female cultivators furrowed their brows. Just as they were about to say something, their expressions froze, and their minds went blank.

Immediately after, an extremely strong sense of sleepiness attacked him.

They had no power to resist and fell asleep ...

PEI Ling moved to Sihong Miaoli's side and checked her condition. Seeing that she was indeed fine, he was relieved.

The Sihong clan's forefather's techniques were extremely strange, but it was a pity that he couldn't display much of his strength when fighting him from a distance.

As he thought of this, PEI Ling took out a healing pill and fed it to Sihong Miaoli.

The effects of the Supreme-grade pill were extraordinary. Sihong Miaoli's injuries instantly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, her eyelids moved and she slowly woke up.

When she opened her eyes and saw PEI Ling, Sihong Miaoli was stunned for a moment. She then sat up and asked in surprise, " "Saint, where is this?"

PEI Ling stood not far away, his heart filled with wariness. He could not be completely sure if it was Sihong Miaoli or the Sihong clan's old ancestor who had woken up this time! Hence, without any warning, PEI Ling directly released a ray of saber Qi and it flew straight towards the space between Si Hong Miaoli's eyebrows.

Shua!

Sihong Miaoli's eyes revealed a look of shock, but she had no time to Dodge, and could only watch death come.

However, the next moment, the saber Qi stopped steadily just a millimeter in front of her eyebrows. The awe-inspiring sharpness gave the illusion that it could cut her at any time, but it did not even hurt her skin.

When PEI Ling saw this scene, he nodded slightly. If it was the Sihong clan's ancestor, even if he knew that he was testing him, with his status as an ancestor of a clan, he would not allow a Junior's saber Qi to touch his forehead ...