I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The mud house.

The oil lamp on the offering table shook slightly, as if it was struggling, but it could only light up the area around the lampstand.

Outside the lampstand, the void seemed to fill the air, but it also seemed like night had fallen. It was deep, vast, and unfathomable.

Fu xuanxu suddenly woke up and found himself standing in a thick darkness. He subconsciously used his divine thoughts, but there was no response. As for the vision of a soul formation cultivator, they could only see a very short distance in front of them.

What surprised him was that his Natal magic treasure, the wood Ruyi, which should have self-destructed, was now floating above his head in perfect condition. It was covered in a clear light, which was constantly sprinkling down some clear light to restore his magic power.

Fu xuanxu let out a long breath, not knowing what had just happened.

He had just been tied up by a ghost with a hemp rope and sent to the mouth of a ghost that looked like a warrior. Just as he was about to be devoured by the ghost, he appeared in the darkness again as if he had been awakened from a nightmare ...

At this moment, not only was his Dharma Treasure fine, but all the serious injuries he had suffered just now had disappeared!

"The [ netherworld fog ] of the eternal night desert ..."

"Was it senior mo who made a move?"

Fu xuanxu guessed in his heart and quickly put away the wooden Ruyi. Just as he was about to explore the darkness, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear."Daoist Fu, don't waste time. Quickly collect the power of law!"

Fu xuanxu was stunned. It was PEI Ling's voice!

"Holy Son PEI, you're also fine?" he quickly asked.

As soon as he said that, he immediately thought of something and asked, " are we still in the mud house? "

PEI Ling's voice was heard again. &Quot; that's right. This place is temporarily safe. However, we have to quickly resolve the power of law here! &Quot;

Hearing this, Fu xuanxu couldn't be bothered to ask any more questions. He immediately nodded, took out the wooden Ruyi, and began to use the [ artifact to carry Dao ] that senior mo had taught him before.

[ artifact carries the Dao ] used a life-bound magic treasure as a container to forcibly extract the power of the laws of an area.

The activation of this spell required a considerable amount of time. During the entire process, one had to be completely focused and could not be distracted at all!

Therefore, Fu xuanxu had not had the chance to use this technique since he entered the earthen house.

Although he didn't know what was going on, time was of the essence, and it wasn't the time to ask about the details ...Follow current s on novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

Soon, Fu xuanxu raised the wooden Ruyi and cast a mysterious spell. As the wooden Ruyi floated in the air, it gradually produced a strong suction force.

A mysterious, indescribable, and unfathomable power was gradually absorbed by the wooden Ruyi.

Feeling the power of the laws in this place begin to weaken, PEI Ling, who was not far away, secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The moment before Fu xuanxu controlled the MU Ruyi to self-destruct, [ netherworld dream ] had already been successfully cast.

However, this immortal Technique was in great conflict with the power of the laws of this place. Therefore, the moment the [ netherworld dream ] was successfully cast, the Dreamland was eroded by the laws of this place. The system directly notified that it had been attacked by the outside world and that the cultivation was over ...

That's right, everything that happened after Fu xuanxu self-destructed his magic treasure was a dream in the [ netherworld dream ]!

However, without [ netherworld's great dream ], everything would have become a reality!

This was because this was the first time PEI Ling had used an Immortal Technique. Without any guidance, he had no idea how to control the dream world.

Everything that had happened in the dream just now was the evolution of the laws of this place!

If not for the fact that he had finally figured out the rules at the last moment and forcefully moved Fu xuanxu out of the dream, this Daozi of nine luminaries mountain would have died in his dream!

However, the constant corrosion of the laws also caused PEI Ling's dream to start shrinking bit by bit.

If this continued, he would not be able to maintain his dream for long.

Therefore, PEI Ling asked Fu xuanxu to help him collect the power of the law, so that his dream would last longer and the ghosts around him would sleep longer.

He would also have more time to study this celestial technique ...

The darkness was so thick that one could hear a needle in the surroundings. Time passed by slowly.

In the dream.

The roof was low, and strings of chilies, eggplants, and garlic were hanging neatly under the roof, swaying gently with the cold wind.

On the roof, the nail-sized cantaloupe was quietly lying among the grass, as if it was patiently waiting to grow.

The tall Fu xuanxu stood in front of the mud house expressionlessly, looking at the martial artist with a knife in front of him.

The ghostly martial artist was gnawing on the chili skewers. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his clothes and the ground.

At this moment, another figure appeared in the White mist.

His spring clothes were thin and light, his figure tall and he even held a folding fan in his hand.

Soon, a scholar with fluttering clothes walked out of the White mist and also walked toward the mud house.

The folding fan in the scholar's hand was made of white bones carved with bamboo shadows. On the fan, the yin Qi was as thick as black smoke, constantly dissipating. The faces of countless baby ghosts flickered and appeared. They all had different faces, and there seemed to be thousands of them.

He walked closer to the mud house, and the gray-black frost and snow around him became thicker.

Fu xuanxu's voice was obscure and hard."What do you want?"

The scholar ghost raised his head and looked at the food hanging under the roof with his cold and empty eyes. There were chilies, eggplants, garlic ... Very quickly, he pointed at a stick of chilies and said in a cold and ethereal voice, " "That."

Fu xuanxu turned around, took off the skewer of chili, and handed it over.

Immediately after, two figures, one tall and one short, approached from the White fog. It was a woman with a big belly. Her face was blue and black, and her eyes were like turbid glass. She was dressed in plain clothes, and her head was wrapped with a white cloth that had turned yellow and stained. As she moved, the hem of her dress revealed blood-colored embroidered shoes. She was holding the hand of a young child who was also blue and black and dressed in simple clothes, and she walked over with heavy steps.

A moment later, it was an old man with a walking stick who coughed with every step he took ...

Not long after, a light appeared in the fog, and a graceful figure appeared. It was a woman with a Willow-like figure, and each step was like a lotus. She was holding a lantern in her hand as she slowly walked over ...

As he watched the number of ghosts gathering outside the house increase, PEI Ling finally figured out where he was.

Right now, he should be the simple wooden door of this mud house!

Therefore, he could observe everything inside and outside the house at the same time.

It was no wonder that when the imposters attacked his body in the dream, he wanted to fight back, but his body did not react.

It turned out that he was also a fake!

The real him was the door of the earthen house in this dream!

As he thought of this, PEI Ling's thoughts turned and he tried to change the environment of the dream realm. However, he realized that there were no changes to the dream realm. His mana was already being consumed rapidly and he quickly stopped his actions.

Next, he tried to use [ vengeful curse ], [ soul confusion ], and [ the art of oblivion ] on the ghosts ...