I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

City Lord's mansion.

Guest house.

The house that was specially prepared for receiving swordsmen had four bare walls. Other than a few futons, it was empty.

Three tall cultivators surrounded by sword essence were sitting on futons and talking to each other.

If one looked carefully, one would notice that there was an unremarkable mark on the scabbard of the long sword on their back. It looked like an abyss, and it was surrounded by smoke and clouds, emitting a somewhat obscure aura.

This was the symbol of the crossing disaster abyss.

They were not ordinary disciples of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, but the current prison sons of the crossing calamity abyss. They were all in the nascent Soul Stage.

Little Meng city was a remote place, and itinerant cultivators were extremely rare. The city Lord here was only at the foundation building realm, and he was the kind that had no hope of advancing due to his injuries. There was a huge gap between his age and theirs. They were not here to visit their fellow disciples, but to investigate Wu Xun 'an.

Wu Xun 'an did things discreetly, but he could not hide from the eyes and ears of the sword sect in the territory of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

However, the three of them did not have enough evidence so far.

With Wu Xun 'an's reputation in little Meng city, if they were to arrest him rashly, it would probably anger the public.

The Arctic Dragon Sword sect was a righteous sect and had its own rules, but it was not good for them to bully others.

At this moment, they were discussing this matter. A sword cultivator in white robes said in a deep voice, " &Quot; ... This person should be cultivating some kind of demonic technique. He has secretly set up a formation in the entire city with the excuse of picking herbs in the surroundings. &Quot;

&Quot; the formation has not been activated yet, so its effect is still uncertain. It should be missing the key core. &Quot;

"According to past experience, to cultivate demonic techniques, set up such a large formation, and even leave medicinal catalysts in the bodies of the people in the city, most likely, the whole city has to be sacrificed," another sword cultivator in luxurious clothes said.

The swordsman in the middle was dressed in a ginger-red robe. He had a cold expression and said in a cold voice, " "Blood sacrifice of the entire city, you deserve to die ten thousand times!"

"If it's only a small evil, it's fine if I lock him in the crossing calamity abyss to repent."

"Such a serious crime, I will not let you off easily!"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the quiet room.

Along with the knocking on the door, there was an urgent cry for help."Three high-level disciples of the Sword sect, please save me!"

The three swordsmen's expressions froze. The red-robed swordsman flicked his finger, and the door opened. An anxious-looking Wu Xun 'an stepped in.

He looked at the three sword Xiu with strong sword essence and aura and was overjoyed. The three disciples of the Sword faction were here, and he was saved!

However, in the next moment, the black-robed figure from before appeared beside him again.

Wu Xun 'an gasped for breath and pointed at the figure with a crazed expression. &Quot; "Three high-level disciples of the swordsmanship sect, he ..."

He was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that the black-robed figure had taken over his identity, bewitched his wife and children, and even dared to chase him to this place! He was happy that the three disciples of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect were here, and the other party still dared to come. He was simply courting death!

However, before he could finish, the three disciples looked away from him without hesitation and turned to the black-robed figure. They asked calmly, " "What's the matter, fellow Daoist Wu?"

Wu Xun 'an froze instantly. His pupils dilated and he looked terrified. It was as if he had been dragged into the cold deep sea by an invisible force and was almost completely frozen.

&Quot; nothing much, " PEI Ling said indifferently. &Quot; I just want to invite the three of you to my medical hut for a visit. &Quot;

The three sword cultivators looked at each other and nodded. &Quot; "Yes,"

Looking at this scene, Wu Xun 'an's heart was filled with terror. How could this be? How could this be?

Even the cultivators of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect thought that he was the one?

The Arctic Dragon Sword sect was one of the nine strongest sects in the world!

Moreover, sword cultivators were pure-minded and focused on breaking all techniques with one sword. Their Dao heart was as solid as a rock and wouldn't move even after nine twists and turns, so why didn't they recognize him?

He was the master of the medical hut, he was ...

Wait a minute!

Who ... Am I?

A look of confusion flashed across Wu Xun 'an's face. His entire body suddenly froze, and the next moment, he vanished into thin air ...

At this moment, the three swordsmen stood up and left with PEI Ling. From the beginning to the end, no one seemed to have noticed that the real Wu Xun 'an ...

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Half a month later.

Crossing disaster abyss.

In the barren Valley, the exposed rock layers were dark red and green. The wind blowing from all directions was accompanied by ghostly wails and wolf howls. It was bone-piercing cold, and there was a strange coldness that penetrated through the heavy clothes and into the bones.

The light was dim, and the Blood Moon was hanging high above his head, shedding down a faint Crimson light, illuminating the vague outline of his face, gloomy, depressed, and cold.

A fierce-looking prisoner in ragged clothes was dragged to a row of iron racks. Two " section-level " criminals ignored the prisoners 'curses and provocations and tied him to the rack. After making sure that he could not break free, they left.

Not long after, two cultivators wearing white robes with blue patterns entered the canyon.

Their robes were neat and tidy, and they looked energetic and out of place. When they walked, their steps were light, and a special spirit whip was wrapped around their waists.

The two cultivators were a man and a woman. The man had a square face, a tall figure, and a dignified expression. His entire body exuded a fierce aura.

The female Xiu, however, looked quite delicate. Her skin was white and tender, her eyebrows and eyes were slender, and her body was light. She had a double spiral bun and white flowers on it, as if she was wearing a mourning dress for someone.

There was a heavy gloominess between her brows, giving off the feeling of a sorrowful peony or a weeping orchid.

Her eyes were especially outstanding, radiant, and the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, revealing a hint of coldness in her charm.

"Pseudo Dao lackeys!" Upon seeing the two of them, the prisoner on the black iron frame immediately spat on them and grinned hideously. &Quot; if you have the guts, put me down and fight for 300 rounds. I'll slaughter you two little bastards sooner or later! &Quot;

As he shouted, his aura fluctuated. He was at the peak of the core formation realm.

The male cultivator sneered and turned to the female cultivator beside him. His voice instantly softened as he said,"Junior Sister Song, our crossing calamity abyss is different from the outside world. All the criminals here have committed many evil deeds and are cunning."

&Quot; therefore, we can't treat them with the same attitude we have in the outside world. &Quot;ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt

"Although we are from the righteous path, we are not muddleheaded people without principles."

&Quot; this kind of troublemaker who made a big mistake but still doesn't repent must be taught a good lesson. We can't be soft-hearted! &Quot;

Upon hearing this, song qiongzi's expression did not change, and she only nodded slightly.

Song qiongzi was her current identity.

The original owner was a disciple of the nine luminaries mountain.

After the Great War between the righteous and demonic path, the nine luminaries mountain was in chaos. As the sect that was under the protection of the nine luminaries mountain, the spiritual stove court naturally couldn't stay out of it. Although the sect was deep within the nine luminaries mountain and had not been attacked, everyone, including the sect leader, had been refining pills day and night under the orders of the nine luminaries mountain.

Although it was busy, it was safe.

However, due to the previous outbreak of the GaN plague, the nine luminaries mountain had to offer a huge reward to hire rogue cultivators to guard the city, and the alchemists of the spirit furnace Pavilion were sent out to save the mortals.

Song qiongzi's lineage was very unlucky. Her master, senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters had all died at the hands of a devil cultivator, and she was the only one who had survived.