I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Danzhou.

A thousand miles of fertile land, mountains and rivers.

The mountain range was like a belt, and one of the peaks was particularly tall and steep. It was the main peak of this mountain range. The sky was falling, and the waist of the peak was surrounded by clouds. The peak was covered in snow all year round, like a hat.

Above the green sky, lights flashed and he fuqiong and his group appeared.

This place was extremely far from the Northwest of the Cizhou. As far as the eye could see, the grass was lush, the birds and beasts were at ease, the mountains were majestic, and the water was gentle, but none of them had been affected by the divine tree's loss of control.

When he estimated that the distance was about right, he fuqiong suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

The others also stopped flying and looked at each other.

At this moment, suzhentian and cen fangpo quickly asked,"Daoist he, what's going on?"

Just now, sword God suddenly sent a voice transmission to ask everyone to leave. Up until now, they still didn't know what had happened.

It was just that the situation was critical just now, so no one asked much. It was not until sword God stopped that they had time to ask about the whole story.

"PEI Ling is going to use a trump card, and the area of effect might not be small, so he asked us to leave," he fuqiong said.

Hearing this, Zhen jianghui immediately frowned and said, " &Quot; PEI Ling is, after all, the Saint of the Zhong gang sect. Looking at how he does things, his demonic nature is in his bones. His words might not be credible. &Quot;The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt

He fuqiong shook his head slightly and said in a calm voice, " &Quot; I've shortened the time he has to half an hour. No matter if he succeeds or not, we'll attack immediately once the time is up. &Quot;

&Quot; moreover, just now, the demons of Wu Shi villa, reincarnation tower, and heavenly born sect were all here. These demonic path thieves only want the world to be in chaos and have no sense of the overall situation. They will definitely take advantage of the situation and hit us when we are down. &Quot;

"Even if we were to take action against the divine Tree, it would be extremely dangerous."

"But now ..."

"My righteous path is not a place where these Devils can come and go as they please!"

"Everyone, please wait here for a while, I'll be back soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fuqiong did not care whether the others agreed or not. His body immediately turned into a brilliant sword light and shot into the sky ...

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses. Empress Liu Fu nodded and said, " &Quot; sword God is right. We can't let the people from the demon sect escape! &Quot;

"I'll go and help sword God," cen fangpo immediately said.

"We have to leave some people behind to protect our fellow Daoists from the nine luminaries mountain," Wenren lingse reminded.

As they were talking, a terrifying aura suddenly came from behind them. The ordinary conversation disappeared in an instant, and there was a strange silence ...

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Southwest of Cizhou.

The glazed Pagoda appeared in the void. Under the eaves, copper bells swayed, and the sound was deep and distant. Bloody eyes looked in all directions.

Soon, the lapis lazuli Pagoda disappeared again and flew in the direction of li province. They would soon be able to leave the territory of CI province.

The four walls of the tower were empty, and there was only a large piece of calligraphy hanging in the middle."The cycle of the heavenly Dao, the loss and gain of destiny."

There were several praying mats placed below it, and a group of gray-robed cultivators sat cross-legged on them with indifferent expressions.

At this moment, a gray-robed cultivator with a Haggard face and long and narrow eyes said in a deep voice, " &Quot; although the Zhong gang sect's Holy Son PEI is strong, he doesn't have a sense of the big picture. &Quot;

&Quot; you only know how to act willfully and don't know how to weigh the pros and cons. You're too reckless! &Quot;

"Of the four sects of the divine path, the Zhong gang sect has always been the smallest and the greediest," his companion said hoarsely.

​ "Since this PEI Ling is the heavy puppet sect's Holy Son and has been influenced by the heavy puppet sect since young, it is not strange for him to have such a short-sighted personality."

A cultivator sitting opposite them sighed and said, " "It's such a pity to miss such a good opportunity!"

A cultivator with black hair and a black beard and cold eyes said indifferently, " "Not necessarily! No matter what, Tao wendu is already dead."

&Quot; two of the pseudo Dao five sects have fallen. Yanxi city and nine Phoenix Mountain are facing the turbulence of the young master's arrival and the change of the throne. &Quot;

&Quot; especially the nine luminaries mountain, which is the head of the pseudo Dao. Daoist Fu xuanxu is only at the deity transformation stage, so he can't take on the responsibility of the mountain Lord. &Quot;

"Not to mention leading the five sects, commanding them like arms."

"People like Jiang Hui and Dong Xianyu are only so-so."

"When we return to the sect, we can still start a new round of the Samsara war ..."

Before he could finish his words, the expressions of all the cultivators in the reincarnation tower suddenly changed. No one made a sound and no one moved. Even the copper Bell outside the tower was as quiet as cicadas in winter. The eyes on the copper Bell did not move.

It was as if time had stopped in the entire glazed Pagoda.

After a long while, the grey-robed cultivators finally recovered from their shock.

"The aura just now came from the direction of the Holy Son PEI's battlefield!" The withered cultivator exclaimed.

"It doesn't seem like a law, and it can't be any ordinary spell," his companion's voice became even hoarser.

The black-haired cultivator with cold eyes muttered, " "The winner might have been decided over there ..."

As he said that, all the grey-robed cultivators suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction of the glazed Pagoda.

A green-robed figure suddenly appeared in the void in front of the tower. He wore a bamboo crown and cloud shoes. Other than a long sword on his back, he did not have any other accessories. He stood tall and strong, and his eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of lightning. It was as if he could see through everything with just a glance.

He was he fuqiong!

He didn't have any intention to waste time with the reincarnation tower.

The Natal sword was unsheathed with a whoosh. The blade was as sharp as frost and snow, like the sudden appearance of the moon. Silver brilliance poured out in torrents. The sword whistled through the clouds and slashed down directly!

BOOM!

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Northwest, Cizhou.

In the vast yellow sand, above the vast new desert, giant trees towered into the sky, green leaves covered the sky, and gray-brown roots surged out from the bottom of the sand, covering the entire world and forming a huge root cocoon in the air.

As the dust settled, the crack in the sky slowly opened.

A terrifying aura came out of the crack, as if an unbearable and unimaginable disaster was about to happen!

Gradually, an unimaginably huge pupil opened up from the crack.

His pupils were dark, indifferent, cold, and lofty, without any mortal aura or emotion. They were high up in the sky, deep and unfathomable, exuding a terrifying Majesty that no living being could bear!

He stared at the giant tree, and the moment his gaze fell, all the life force of the giant tree began to wither.

The originally dense branches and leaves withered one by one, and the sky was filled with yellow leaves. It was as if there was a rain of fallen leaves in the desert.

Cracks appeared on the thick trunk, and its roots quickly weakened, unable to continue spreading underground.

A thick aura of death instantly enveloped the entire tree.

In a moment of hesitation, the giant tree stretched out its branches that were as sharp as knives with great difficulty and pierced towards the pupils in the sky, as if it was making its last struggle.