I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

At this moment, on the altar, the Guard's body was still twitching. He was still alive, but his mouth was full of blood and dirt, so he couldn't make a sound.

His face was bleeding profusely, and all his facial features had been removed.

Yu kept his dagger and slowly stepped back. He then knelt down and kowtowed to the statue of curse.

The bead curtain was rolled up, and the statue in the shrine was silent. The yin Qi in the entire ancestral hall was getting thicker and colder.

The walls looked like they were painted by Immortals, covered with a layer of dark color.

A layer of black blood gradually seeped out of the altar, which was criss-crossed with all kinds of cuts and chisels.

The originally solid stone surface instantly became like a swamp.

The guards began to sink into the altar.

He struggled with all his might, his face contorted in anger as he cursed the Xiao family in his heart.

Black gas rose like clouds and mist. At this moment, the Guard's curses and hatred seemed to materialize as they gushed out of his face.

These curses and hatred boiled above the altar and slowly condensed into a mask without facial features. It was as smooth as a mirror as if it was cast from fine iron, and it looked cold and strange.

The moment the mask was formed, the black blood gurgled and the guard completely sank into the altar.

In the blink of an eye, the altar returned to normal, and the swamp-like black blood disappeared as if it was just an illusion.

In front of the long table, the four joss sticks were still burning. As the smoke rose, the names of the four people of the Xiao family were suspended in the air, and the ancient altar stood quietly in the depths of the smoke.

Seeing that Xiao Yan had successfully completed the sacrifice, Xiao Shou nodded his head in satisfaction. Then, he instructed,"Xiang 'er, it's your turn."

"Hurry up and offer the sacrifice."

"Don't delay!"

Hearing this, The Pink Bride immediately opened the box beside her dress. There was also a guard inside.

She bent down to pick up the guard and threw him on the altar. Then she took out a dagger from her sleeve and started the sacrifice.

The sound of the sharp blade cutting through skin, flesh, and bones was endless. The guard who had been unconscious was woken up by the pain. The first thing he saw was the dagger digging out one of his eyeballs.

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A shrill scream reverberated through the ancestral hall.

Fresh blood flowed out in all directions along the ancient marks on the altar.

As the ceremony went on, The Pink Bride's aura started to become stronger. She also advanced from the Qi cultivation stage to the core formation stage.

Soon, black blood appeared on the altar. Just like the previous sacrifice, this guard was also swallowed by the altar bit by bit. His hysterical hatred and resentment before his death condensed into a mask that seemed to be made of fine iron.

The Pink Bride also completed the sacrifice.

On the offering table, the palace lanterns burned quietly, and the murals looked more obscure and dark.

The yin Qi was so thick that it condensed into a gray-black smoke cloud. It was misty and misty, lingering in the room.

The bamboo fan engraved with the patterns of hundreds of descendants and thousands of watermelons reflected a myriad of strange silhouettes.

Silhouettes flitted about and the footsteps were chaotic. It seemed to be pacing back and forth, mixed with many whispers, which were as dense as a tide and surging secretly.

Seeing that things were going smoothly, Xiao Shou looked at PEI Ling and said, " "Luan 'er, it's your turn."

"Hurry up and offer the sacrifice."

"My Xiao family's wish is about to be fulfilled!"

Hearing this, PEI Ling suddenly snapped out of Xiao Zheng's memories. Before he could speak, he immediately coughed violently.

He raised his head and saw that the ancient altar was mostly stained with blood in the midst of the smoke and clouds. If one looked carefully, they would find that the mottled color was caused by the repeated splattering of blood.

The hatred in his eyes was vast and boundless, and it was even more intense than before.

'Yu' and The Pink Bride had completed their sacrifice!

PEI Ling panted heavily. The cold touch of the mask gradually calmed his thoughts.

At this moment, Xiao Shou frowned and spoke again, " "Luan 'er, what are you still dawdling for?"

"Hurry up!"

"Go up and offer the sacrifice!"

"If we delay the time, we will be ruining the hopes of our Xiao family for generations!"

PEI Ling stood on the spot, not moving at all. He had no intention of going up to offer sacrifice.

Seeing that Xiao Zheng was unmoved, Xiao Shou's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his expression became extremely serious.

Just like before, he took out a large amount of paper money from his sleeve and scattered it at PEI Ling.

The paper money fluttered and scattered all over PEI Ling's body, but he still did not move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Shou took out a talisman with mysterious blood patterns and attached it to his body. Immediately after, Xiao Shou formed hand seals and began to chant.

However, unlike Xiao Yi just now, PEI Ling still did not have any reaction after this series of actions.

Xiao Shou's expression immediately changed, and he hurriedly took out more paper money, but in the next moment ...

Shua!

A condensed blood-colored saber Qi streaked across the sky, instantly destroying all the paper money and talismans!

The saber Qi did not stop. The overbearing and bloody aura spread throughout the entire ancestral hall, dispersing a lot of the fragrant mist.

PEI Ling raised his hand, and another blood-colored blade Qi was brazenly slashed out!

This time, the saber Qi whistled and cut off the four burning joss sticks.

Without the support of the incense, the altar, which seemed to be a physical object, began to tremble and dissipate. At the same time, the bead curtain that had automatically rolled up earlier fell down silently and covered the altar again.

The statue was blocked by the bead curtain, and the terrifying and disastrous aura immediately disappeared.

The two Palace lamps on the offering table seemed to sense something and suddenly began to throb rapidly. Sometimes they rose sharply, illuminating the ancestral hall, and sometimes they were weak, almost extinguished.

The entire ancestral hall flickered between light and dark, the cold aura didn't decrease but increased instead.

"Not good!" Xiao Shou's expression changed drastically, but before he could do anything, in the next moment ...

"Bang!"

The door of the ancestral hall suddenly opened.

"Hu hu hu ..."

The cold wind quickly swept in, causing the clothes of the four people inside to flutter. The light from the palace lanterns rapidly shrank, as if it would be completely extinguished in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, a burst of laughter suddenly came."Hehehe ... Hehe ... Hehehehe ... Hehehe ..."

The laughter was monotonous at first, but gradually, it seemed that more and more people were involved.

Countless malicious laughter rang out from all directions, quickly condensing into rolling sound waves, roaring as they charged towards the four people of the Xiao family.

As the cold wind howled, it suddenly mixed with some soft objects.

Upon closer inspection, it was a bunch of long black hair.

This long hair came from the top of the ancestral hall. At first, there were only a few strands, but soon, like a black waterfall, the endless black hair poured down, hanging down like a wisteria flower rack in Midsummer.

Pairs of blood-red eyes opened from within the strands of hair, staring unblinkingly at the four people from the Xiao family.

&Quot; hehe ... Hehehe ... Hehe ... &Quot; the laughter continued. Outside the door, a cold wind blew. Servant girls in Indigo or green dresses, covered in blood, walked out of the darkness. Their facial features were no longer there, only bloody holes.

He looked straight into the ancestral hall.

Under the swaying of her skirt, a splashing sound was gradually heard. A river of blood, mixed with pieces of meat, bones, internal organs, eyeballs, ears, teeth, tongue, and so on, was rising.

As the servant girls walked, they slowly approached the ancestral hall.