"boom!!"

The terrifying air roar rushed out, as if a mountain torrent erupted, and in an instant, the entire Xiao Mansion was blown to pieces.

The smoke and dust filled it like a thick fog, and it gradually became clear after a long time.

But seeing that the originally huge and luxurious Xiao Mansion was left in ruins.

The ground was pitted, with countless cracks cracked, muddy water flowing everywhere, and vegetation debris and broken bricks and tiles were scattered on the east and west, scattered all over the ground.

Ancestral hall.

The ancient pine in the courtyard and the Chinese house on the top of the mountain with double eaves are all gone. On the remaining foundation, there is only a statue lying on the ground.

The robes that had originally covered it had been wiped out before the explosion.

Below, Xiao Shou's whole person had already turned into dusty powder, flying into the dust around him one after another, without leaving a trace of it.

"Yu" and the pink bride are also missing.

The night was low and dim.

The entire ruins are filled with darkness, like a falling ice cellar.

In the original backyard location, two human-skin lanterns suddenly lit up, and the pale bone fire showed a dignified figure surrounded by green beads.

The mistress of the Xiao family wore a smooth mirror-like mask, floating in the air. From far and near, a famous maid gradually emerged and moved closer to her.

In the darkness, the bone fire reflected the masks without facial features, reflecting the cold and treacherous halo.

After a long time, the ancestral hall, the statue of "curse" suddenly appeared a crack.

In the next moment, the original breath of great terror and catastrophe began to quickly dissipate.

The mistress of the Xiao family and the many maids seemed to be aware of it, and immediately stopped all their movements, showing a dazed expression on their faces.

But soon, the mask disappeared from their faces, and the master and servant, who had just revealed their beautiful white faces, immediately changed their body shape and face, turning them into a ghost with black eyes and red eyes.

All of them looked cold, full of deep yin and hatred, and their breath became extremely terrifying.

The shadows of the ghosts gradually faded and disappeared under the curtain of night.

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Teahouse.

The white mist rolled outside the glazed window, surging like a tide.

Mo Lilan sat alone in the chair, closed her eyes and said nothing.

Not far away from her, Yan Minghua sat on the ground, with magical power flowing around her body, her aura fluctuated from strength to weakness, and her breathing was prolonged. He was concentrating on cultivating.

On his side, he drew a circle with [Mist of the Underworld], completely enclosing her.

It has been several days since Pei Ling left, but the three of Brother Fu have yet to return.

During this period, Yan Minghua worried that the three brothers Fu or Pei Ling had an accident, and wanted to go out to find someone several times, but was stopped by Mo Lilan.

Finally, Mo Lilan became impatient and directly trapped her with a formation.

Surrounded by [Mist of the Nether Sky], Yan Minghua could do nothing but practice.

At this time, after Yan Minghua let out a breath, her breath gradually calmed down. She slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes were as bright as stars, before she slowly closed her back and returned to normal, but it was another practice that ended.

Looking at the formation that trapped her, she frowned, looked at Mo Lilan again, and suddenly asked, "Senior, how dare you ask Senior and Daoist Pei how they met?"

Mo Lilan opened her eyes as soon as she finished speaking.

However, he ignored Yan Minghua's intention at all, but quickly looked towards the door.

Perceiving his strange reaction, Yan Minghua immediately became alert, turned his head, and looked towards the door.

But the next moment...

Around Mo Lilan, a majestic "Mist of the Nether Sky" suddenly rose up, dark and turbulent, like a stormy sea, and swallowed it completely in a blink of an eye!

[Mist of the Underworld] blocked the sight and exploration, but the aura in it became stronger and stronger. At first it was only the peak of God Transformation. Gradually, it began to climb towards a higher realm!

Yan Mingyu was stunned. He hadn't realized what was happening, but saw a vast and majestic breath rising into the sky in the [Fog of the Underworld]. The coldness of death and the vigorous vitality faced each other and transformed each other, like water and milk. -blend.

Gradually, the vitality turns into death, and in the death, vitality breeds again. The two continue to reincarnate, and finally they merge together perfectly!

The coldness in the whole teahouse was swept away by the roar of anger-like vitality, and it dropped a lot in an instant. Afterwards, as the vitality continued to escape, the teahouse gradually melted warmth, and the surrounding wooden boards, like dead trees in spring, quietly threw branches and long leaves, and blossomed buds.

Between the cracks of the floor tiles, there are also all kinds of grasses, which are like blankets.

In a short moment, the originally horrible teahouse is already in full bloom and dense herbs, just like spring nerves.

In an instant, all the [Mist of the Underworld] gathered in the middle, rolling like a column, and a stalwart and violent figure appeared. It was naked and naked, but it didn't feel evil at all, but felt strong and powerful.

On the tall body, the muscles are knotted, the blocks are distinct, and the body is covered with dense red lines. It is Pei Ling!

The blood evil breath is surging like substance, wrapped around its body, countless insights about life and death, about the emptiness and reality, are like smoke and clouds, haunting left and right, bizarre, diverse, majestic, majestic and full of breath.

Rebate period!

Peiling opened his eyes, all the breath, perception, and blood evil quickly converged towards his body.

The path to return to emptiness requires a breakthrough through the catastrophe at the time of life and death. And when the avenue returns to emptiness, you only need to experience life and death, no need to go through the heavens.

Life and death is the biggest disaster!

"Friend Daoist Pei?"

At this time, not far away, a slightly surprised soft voice suddenly came.

Peiling turned his head and looked around, but saw Yan Minghua standing beside him.

Maybe it’s because I have just died once; or the cultivation base suddenly breaks through and returns to the emptiness, and the whole body cannot be vented; or the emptiness seems to be too lonely and desperate for thousands of years; it may be all three. …

Pei Ling felt inexplicably repressed in his heart that he couldn't spit out a foul breath. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Minghua in an instant.

"I'm back!"

As he said, he didn't care whether Yan Minghua disagreed, and kissed directly.

"Um...um...um..."

Yan Minghua didn't react at first, and the whole person struggled a few times instinctively, but the strong breath of the opponent pours into her nose, making her unstoppable from body to heart sinking...

Her body suddenly softened, and she immediately let the opponent's big hand reach into her robe...

The teahouse is luxuriant with flowers and plants, and it seems to have entered the spring when all things are breeding.

The movement of the new vegetation is rustling, full of ears.

Soon, Yan Mingwei [59 characters in harmony here].

Until this time, she finally woke up and hurriedly said: "Wait! Wait a minute! If Brother Fu and the others come back now...ah..."

"Pei, fellow Daoist Pei, stop for a moment..."

"Go... go upstairs... upstairs [3 characters in harmony here]... Um... Um..."

Yan Minghua said nervously, but didn't mean to struggle at all. Gradually, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her breathing became heavier.