I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Hundred Flowers mountain.

Back mountain.

The vegetation was lush, and the green leaves were fragrant.

PEI Ling stood in the air, his hands continuously forming hand seals. In his pupils, the Nanke dream fire slowly danced, emitting a strange light.

Princess Zhuang Shu crossed her hands on her lower abdomen and stood not far away, quietly watching this scene. Her posture was elegant, and the pendant around her body was silent.

The ten women were still dancing wildly to a strange rhythm. At this moment, their hair was loose and their bones were scattered. Their carefully maintained black hair was stuck to their faces with sweat, making them look particularly miserable and crazy.

Their expressions had already fallen into chaos. At this moment, the women could no longer hide their thoughts, and they could not help but Mutter their own obsessions, " "The Yue Immortals are kind! Without the protection of the Yue immortal, how could a weak woman hold the power and control life and death? All the men in the world are pigs that can be summoned and sent away at will ... If the grace of the Yue immortal can not be repaid, I am willing to bear children for the Yue immortal ..."

"The goddess is deeply blessed by the emperor's grace, but she has a son. It is already the limit to protect the goddess as the Lord of the World. I pray to have children for the immortal, so that I will be immortal and have eternal youth ..."

&Quot; thanks to exalted immortal's love, I've tasted all the beautiful men in the world, but I don't know how it feels to serve you ... I beg you to fulfill my wish ... &Quot;

&Quot; I ... Hope that the immortal will take pity on me and give me a spring breeze. If I can get pregnant and give birth, I'm willing to repay you with grass for a hundred years ... &Quot;

They mumbled to themselves as they danced madly. By now, most of their bodies had dissipated.

Standing in the middle, Wenren lingse furrowed her brows. The lifelong obsessions of the ten women were constantly attacking her hidden mind.

She was a Dao integration cultivator. Under normal circumstances, no matter how strong a mortal's obsession was, it would not be able to affect her in the slightest.

However, this was the immortal's dream, and the so-called mortals in the dream were not real mortals!

Moreover, the [ heart demon great development curse ] was a secret technique that triggered the laws of the great Dao, and it was extremely magical.

Not to mention that the current PEI Ling had an immortal seat, and the power of the [ heart demon great development curse ] had been increased by who knew how many times.

In addition, Wenren lingse was unconscious at the moment, so he had no power to resist.

Time passed by slowly ...

Finally, with the last beat, the ten women all disappeared, and ten sets of skirts and rings fell from the sky.

At that moment, Wenren lingse's aura and vitality had reached their peak.

Her expression, which had been constantly struggling as if she was trying her best to resist the external obsession, suddenly turned calm and peaceful.

The wish and obsession of the sacrifice had become a part of his Dao heart!

Shortly after, Wenren lingse's figure and the [ evil-slaying flag ] vanished into thin air in the dream.

As he watched Wenren lingse disappear, PEI Ling frowned slightly. He had saved her? Or had he fallen?

At this time, she heard Princess Zhuang Shu say, " &Quot; you've finished your task. Now, you can sacrifice yourself to my main body. &Quot;

Hearing the true immortal's will speak, PEI Ling immediately understood that Wenren lingse should have been successfully saved by him ...

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly.

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In the eternal night desert.

The nine stone pillars stood quietly, and violent lightning swam in the sky, striking down from time to time.

The blood-colored coffin that was suspended in mid-air would tremble from time to time under the heavenly might.

It was just that the crack that had already been opened seemed to be endless viscous darkness flowing out, constantly weakening the power of the bombardment of the heavenly lightning.

The purple lightning flashed across the sky and instantly illuminated the densely packed figures under the nine pillars.

Some of these people were from the alien race, and some were from the human race. They were all muddleheaded, and their minds were not clear. They stood straight on the sand under the nine pillars.

At the very front were old demon Lotus Slayer, Yuan Changzhen, Luan youqing, Luo du, Zuo Jingxing, great demon Qing Yao, Wenren lingse, PEI Ling, and Mo minglan.

BOOM!

The Thunder roared and seemed to be never-ending. It pierced through the thick darkness and briefly illuminated the shadows.

Under the rumbling Thunder, the eternal night desert was silent, as if it was sleeping in a nightmare that it would never wake up from.

The blood-colored coffin was floating in the air with the rolling of the heavenly might. It looked gloomy and eerie. An inexplicable pressure filled the entire desert, as if everything had frozen at this moment.

All of a sudden, Wenren lingse opened her eyes!

Feeling the surging vitality in her body and the complete recovery of her injuries, she was stunned. She didn't die?

But the next moment, her eyes quickly swept across the stone pillars, chains, and blood-colored coffins in front of her, and her face instantly changed. The fog of netherworld, the ruins of the fallen immortal!

This was the eternal night desert!

How could she appear in the eternal night desert?

Thinking quickly, Wenren lingse immediately looked around and observed her surroundings. Soon, she realized that her left hand was holding the evil-slaying flag tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand were popping out because she was using too much force.

On the sand not far to his right, a familiar halberd was stabbed into the ground. It was his life treasure, the song Zhong halberd.

At this moment, the [ evil-slaying flag ] slightly moved, and a petite figure appeared.

The flag spirit stood in the air, her blood-red battle skirt fluttering in the wind. Her delicate little face was full of solemnity. At this moment, it tilted its head slightly, and its ponytail drew a short arc in the air. It sized up Wenren lingse and asked, " "Wenren lingse, how are you doing?"

"Senior Chuai E, I'm feeling great," Wenren lingse quickly saluted.

The banner spirit of evil-slaying instantly felt relieved. Although that little divine transformation realm being had no self-awareness and was greedy by nature, he had really saved Wenren lingsi this time.

Although it was lacking in kindness, it did not break its promise, and it did not fail to make the promise it made at that time ...

Thinking of this, Kuai e immediately said,"You did well this time! At the critical moment, he sacrificed his life for justice. Facing so many powerful enemies, he knew that he could not hold on alone, but he still did not retreat. Such integrity, such courage, it is very compatible with my Dao."

"Now that you've fulfilled my master's conditions, I'm willing to become your magic treasure and climb the long road with you."

Wenren lingse hesitated for a moment before she said, " "Many thanks for senior's favor! I wonder who saved me this time?"

"It's a soul formation cultivator whose name I haven't asked yet," The flag spirit said, " however, you don't need to thank him. Because I promised to be under his command for three years in exchange for this, so you have to wait for me for three years. After three years, I will come to find you."

A soul formation cultivator?

Wenren lingse felt that it was strange. She was well aware of how serious her injuries were.

Even Dao integration cultivators like her might not be able to save her, let alone soul formation cultivators!

Thinking of this, she glanced at the blood-colored coffin floating between the nine pillars. She knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for long, but she still immediately said, " "Senior, please take me to see that demigod."

"No matter what, I have to know who my benefactor is."

"Alright!" The flag spirit immediately nodded. In its opinion, this was not a big deal. Moreover, it had been staying in the crossing calamity abyss all year round and was very familiar with Wenren lingse. It knew the nature of this immortal soul third level cultivator. Since it had recognized this favor, it would not leave until it figured out the identity of that small divine transformation realm cultivator.

"Follow me." The flag spirit said. Then, it flew out of Wenren lingse's palm and turned into a blood-red light, escaping into the darkness and leading the way.

Wenren lingsi followed him immediately.

The eternal night desert was shrouded in the netherworld fog, and cultivators could not spread their spiritual will. Even if they were not far away, it was difficult to see through the almost solid darkness and see everything around them.

The evil-slaying flag didn't fly very far before it stopped in a certain spot.

Wenren lingse stopped as well. Then, she saw a young cultivator surrounded by a bloody aura standing under one of the stone pillars. His eyes were closed, and he was obviously still unconscious.

His black robe was fluttering in the wind, and he carried a long saber on his back. He looked cold and stern, and his aura was brutal and brutal. It was obvious that he had killed countless people, which was why he could cultivate such an aura that was overflowing with killing intent and blood Qi that was almost tangible.

The Holy Son of the Zhong gang sect?