I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 1021

2022-02-17

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"This is a fake! He dared to do it, he must have wanted to kill a witness to silence them!"

"Not bad! This fake has been knocked down, I am the real noumenon!"

"We are all!"

"You are all fake, I am the noumenon, there is only one real noumenon, and that is me!"

"I am the real incarnation!"

"I am the real incarnation!"

"You are all fake! There is really only one , it's me!"

"No, it's me!!"

"Neither! It's really me! Only me!!"

These Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling shouted with hatred in their eyes and contorted faces, looking crazy, but they didn't move on.

shua~ shua~ shua~  …

Boom boom boom boom …

After some intense movement, the battle on Pei Ling’s side is also the same end.

"This fake can't move anymore!"

"Fake is fake! I am the real Pei Ling!"

"I am Pei Ling, you are all fake!"

"We are all Pei Ling, you are the fake!"

"No, there is only one Pei Ling, that's me!! "

"Neither of you! You are all fake, I'm Pei Ling!"

All Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling began to quarrel. It began to dim and gradually faded away.

Fu Xuanxu coughed continuously, his breath quickly declined, and blood slowly dripped from his seven orifices.

Starting from Chezhou, this Pei Ling has displayed the style of Divine Transformation, one man one blade opened a bloody path, smashed out the heavy siege of the mad alien race, and cut Su Lijing's incarnation to break the game, taking them with them. Teleported to Myriad Hui Sea together...

The subsequent crisis of human skin lanterns was also the timely shot of the Demon Sect Holy Son, which allowed him to escape.

The will of the fallen immortal needs Law Power, and the other party is the first to step into this dangerous lurks on every side with him...

Maybe in Demon Sect, This Pei Ling is indeed a devil committing any imaginable misdeed, scheming, by fair means or foul, but in the face of real difficulties, the other party is a reliable ally who can completely trust his back.

Now the two are fighting side by side again. Needless to say, they cooperate tacitly, but unfortunately they are not strong enough to buy enough time for the other party...

Thinking of this, Fu Xuanxu There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted with all his strength: "Pei Holy Son, can you still move?"

Next moment, Pei Ling's voice came from the other side of the earthen house: "Yes!"

Fu Xuanxu took a deep breath and said again: "I still have one last move, if Holy Son can escape, I also ask Holy Son to protect my Junior Brothers and Sisters at the critical moment. !"

As he said, he no longer waited for Pei Ling's answer, the breath all over his body skyrocketed, and he was ready to self-destruct!

But at this time.

"Squeak."

The humble wooden door opened again.

But this time, no one came in.

The moment the wooden door opened, all Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu in the earthen house, whether true or false, lost their mana and body control in an instant.

Fu Xuanxu was startled, the self-destruct he had just started was interrupted immediately.

Next moment, a huge palm stretched in, first took off the unfinished hemp rope hanging on the wall, then grabbed all Fu Xuanxu one by one, pierced the neck one by one, and pierced through the neck. Feed the twine, tie it, hang it... The real Fu Xuanxu is in it too!

Immediately afterwards, the giant hand grabbed all the Pei Ling from the earthen house, and used the remaining hemp rope to wear all the Pei Ling in the same way.

After doing all this, the owner of the giant hand immediately stood up, carrying two strings of Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling who were still struggling.

I don't know when the oil lamp on the confession has been injected with new lamp oil and burned again.

The firelight illuminates the face of the master of the giant hand, it is an incomparable gigantic Fu Xuanxu!

Fu Xuanxu turned around, and the firelight shone from behind him, dragging a thick and long shadow, blending with the outlines of all the objects around.

Rough tables and chairs are placed on the flat mud floor untainted by even a speck of dust. The dirt walls are hung with bamboo hats, scorpions, sandals and other farm implements. Near the back of the door, there are also some farm implements. baskets. Under the beam, there are several bamboo baskets covered with cloth hanging down, with bulging bags in them, it seems that some items that are easy to be stored are stored.

In the house on the left hand, half a soil stove and a water tank are exposed; behind the door frame on the right hand, there is a gray and white tent hanging down, the corner of the tent is a little cold, and it is a diamond mirror covered with dust. The frame is old and seems to have gone through countless years, but the mirror has a bright cold light.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the middle of the earthen house, weighed the two strings of dolls in his hands, and then walked outside the house.

With his pace, the two strings of dolls began to dry up quickly.

Arriving outside the house, the original two strings of dolls have been transformed into two strings of dried chili peppers that have been dried without any moisture.

A few strings of peppers, eggplants, garlic and the like are already hanging under the thatched eaves. Bright red, soy sauce purple, forest white...Three colors hang down by the earth wall, looking like a picture scroll with a very farmhouse flavor, full of joy and tranquility of the harvest.

Fu Xuanxu raised his arms and hung the two new pepper skewers next to the old ones.

At this time, a burly silhouette appeared in the white fog in the distance.

Soon, a majestic martial artist with a butcher's knife walked out of the white fog, his face was blue and black, his eyes were gloomy, and the thick Yin Qi wrapped around him, wherever he went, gray and black. Frost and snow condensed instantly.

The ghost stepped on the thorns with heavy steps and went straight to the mud house.

Fu Xuanxu motionless stood under the eaves and waited for the other party to approach before asking in a hoarse voice: "The thing has just been done, how many strings do you need?"

That martial artist The ghost pointed to the two strings of chili peppers that Fu Xuanxu had just hung up, and said in a erratic tone: "These two strings look very delicious!"

Fu Xuanxu then took off the two strings of chili peppers and handed them over. past.

After the martial artist took it impatiently, he immediately opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, the fangs on the corners of his lips were cold, and he took a bite.

Gurgling blood flowed out in an instant...

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The seaside.

Dock.

The originally calm sea suddenly became violent.

The cold wind slashed all directions like a blade, and the waters of ink-black rolled.

During the stormy sea, the fishing boat was suddenly thrown to the top of the waves and shot into the bottom of the water.

Seeing that the fishing boats were getting closer, Zhongkui Yueji and Ning Wuye immediately retreated to the rear.

Soon, the fishing boat stopped by the trestle, and the sails slowly descended.

A chunky silhouette appeared on the deck.

It is an extremely aging old man. The wrinkles on his face are layered on top of each other, hanging down like a curtain, and he can hardly see his facial features. In the eye socket, there is nothing, but it is a dark void.

The whole body is full of Yin Qi, which is vaguely condensed into a faint black Qi breath.

The old man put down the anchor silently, jumped onto the trestle, and tied the cable with some difficulty. Then, he stepped onto the fishing boat again, pulled a huge fishing net, and dragged it toward the trestle.

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