"boom!!!"

The terrifying air waves roared out, like a flash flood. In just a moment, the entire Xiao Mansion was blown to pieces.

The smoke and dust filled the air like a thick fog, and it took a long time before it gradually became clear.

But they saw that the originally huge and luxurious Xiao Mansion was reduced to ruins.

The ground was pitted and cracked with countless cracks, turbid water was flowing everywhere, and the remains of vegetation and broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground.

Ancestral hall.

The ancient pines in the courtyard and the elegant house with double eaves on the top of the mountain have all disappeared. On the remaining foundation, there is only a statue that fell to the ground.

The robe that originally covered it was completely destroyed by the explosion.

Below, Xiao Shou's entire body had turned into powder and scattered into the dust around him, leaving not even a single trace behind.

"Yu" and the pink bride were also missing.

The night was low and dark.

The entire ruins are filled with gloomy air, like falling into an ice cellar.

Where the backyard used to be, two human skin lanterns suddenly lit up, and the pale bone fire illuminated a dignified figure surrounded by green beads.

The mistress of the Xiao family wore a mask as smooth as a mirror, floating in the air. Far and near, a famous maid gradually appeared and moved closer to her.

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

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

The next moment, the original aura of great terror and disaster began to dissipate rapidly.

Mistress of the Xiao family, many maids seemed to be aware of this, and immediately stopped all movements, with blank expressions on their faces.

But soon, the masks disappeared from their faces, and the figure and face of the master and servant who had just revealed their beautiful and fair faces immediately changed, turning into ghosts with black heads and red eyes.

They all had cold expressions, their bodies were filled with strong Yin Qi and hatred, and their auras became extremely terrifying.

The figures of the ghosts gradually faded and disappeared under the night.

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Teahouse.

White mist billows outside the glass window, surging like a tide.

Mo Lilan sat alone in the chair, closing her eyes and saying nothing.

Not far away from her, Yan Minghua was sitting on the ground, with magic power flowing around his body, his breath getting stronger and weaker, and his breath taking a long time, and he was concentrating on practicing.

On her side, a circle was drawn with [Midian Mist], completely surrounding her.

Several days have passed since Pei Ling left, but Senior Brother Fu and the other three have still not returned.

During this period, Yan Minghua was worried that something might happen to the three senior brothers Fu or Pei Ling, and wanted to go out to look for them several times, but was stopped by Mo Lilan.

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

Surrounded by the [Midian Mist], Yan Minghua could do nothing but practice.

At this time, after Yan Minghua exhaled slowly, her breath gradually calmed down. She slowly opened her eyes, which were as bright as stars. After a moment, she slowly calmed down and returned to normal, but her practice ended again.

Looking at the formation that trapped her, she frowned slightly, then looked at Mo Lilan, and suddenly asked: "Senior, may I ask how senior and Fellow Daoist Pei met?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Lilan suddenly opened her eyes.

However, he paid no attention to Yan Minghua's intention and quickly looked towards the door.

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

But the next moment...

Around Mo Lilan, the majestic "Mist of the Underworld" suddenly rose up, and the darkness surged like a stormy wave crashing down on him, swallowing it up completely in the blink of an eye!

[The Mist of the Underworld] blocks sight and exploration, but the aura within it is getting stronger and stronger. At first it was only the peak of divine transformation, but gradually it began to climb towards a higher realm!

Yan Minghua was startled. Before he could realize what was happening, he saw a vast and majestic aura rising into the sky from the [Midian Fog]. The cold death and the vigorous vitality faced each other and transformed into each other, like water and milk.

-blend.

Gradually, life turned into death, and death gave birth to life. The two continued to reincarnate, and finally merged together perfectly!

The coldness in the entire teahouse was swept away by the roaring waves of vitality, and it dropped a lot in an instant. Then, as the vitality continued to escape, the teahouse gradually became warmer, and the wooden boards around it quietly twitched like dead trees in spring.

The branches grow leaves and buds bloom.

In the gaps between the floor tiles, there are also grasses, as hairy as a carpet.

In just a short moment, the originally forbidding tea house was filled with flowers and lush grass, like the spring breeze.

In an instant, all the [Midian Fog] gathered in the middle, rolling like a pillar, and a majestic and violent figure appeared. He was naked and naked, but he didn't feel evil at all, only feeling strong and strong.

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

The breath of blood evil is as surging as the substance, wrapping around its body. Countless insights about life and death, about virtuality and reality, lingering around like smoke and clouds, with strange and bizarre lights, myriad phenomena, and majestic aura, all displayed.

Return period!

Pei Ling opened his eyes, and all the breath, perception, and blood evil quickly converged into his body.

To return to the void on the small path, you need to go through a heavenly tribulation to break through at the time of life and death. To return to the void on the great road, you only need to experience life and death, without going through the heavenly tribulation again.

Life and death are the greatest calamities!

"Fellow Daoist Pei?"

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

Pei Ling turned around and saw Yan Minghua standing next to him.

Perhaps it was because he had just died once; or his cultivation suddenly broke through and returned to the void, and all his strength could not be vented; or perhaps the void felt like thousands of years of loneliness and despair; or it could be all three.

…

Pei Ling inexplicably felt a turbid breath suppressed in his heart. Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Yan Minghua, and instantly held Yan Minghua into his arms.

"I'm back!"

With that said, he kissed Yan Minghua directly regardless of whether he agreed or not.

"Well... um... um..."

Yan Minghua didn't react at first, and struggled a few times instinctively. However, the strong breath of the other party rushed into her nose, making her sink from body to heart...

Her body suddenly softened, and she immediately allowed the other party's big hand to reach into her robe...

The flowers and plants in the tea house are luxuriant, as if we have entered the spring day when all things grow.

The rustling sound of new vegetation fills my ears.

Soon, Yan Minghua [59 characters of harmony here].

Until this time, she finally came to her senses and said hurriedly: "Wait! Wait a minute! If Senior Brother Fu and the others come back now...ah..."

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

"Go...go upstairs...upstairs [harmony 3 characters here]...um...um..."
Chapter completed!