I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 1143

2022-02-17

Chapter 1143 Fierce Battle. (The fourth update! Please subscribe!)

Yanhui Valley.

The Chao Great Immortal Temple.

Yin Qi diffused, and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray black gauze, and it was dark and gloomy.

Grey black frost flowers quietly condensed all over the ground.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the air, constantly pinching complicated secret art in his hands, surrounded by tawny talismans, countless mysterious cloud alphabets constantly squirming on talismans , intertwined, invisible forces criss-crossed, forming a small defensive formation with clear light.

Before, around, and even on the top of his head, there were all kinds of grotesquely shaped, Yin Qi-rich ghosts.

“hehe…hehe hee…hehe…”

The shrill laughter continued, and the pair of malicious eyes stared straight at Fu Xuanxu , the ghosts circled around him quickly, shocking the mind and screaming like a tidal wave, hitting the talisman wave after wave.

A talisman floats in the void, constantly shining like water waves.

The ghost face looks sinister, the maliciousness in his eyes is deeper, it seems that next moment, he will swarm up and tear Fu Xuanxu to shreds.

With their crazy attacks, the traces of the cloud alphabet quickly faded, faded, and in an instant, a talisman whose cloud alphabet almost disappeared, ignited a blazing fire.

Fu Xuanxu with a blank face, took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand and quickly filled it.

Soon, another talisman will run out.

With the tireless onslaught of ghosts, talisman burns quickly, and Fu Xuanxu is gradually unable to fill the vacancy in time.

The thick Yin Qi seemed to sense the weak spot, roaring into the formation, eroding quickly.

Immediately, there were a few more talismans that were still able to hold on to the meeting. The cloud alphabet on them quickly faded, and the utility of the entire array of symbols suddenly dropped a lot.

"Hee...hehe hehe...hehe...hehe hehe..."

The ghosts raised their heads and let out hysterical laughter, and the real Yin Qi surged along with it. Surging, madly hitting the entire array of symbols.

It was a stalemate for just a moment, and the dilapidated talisman formation could no longer support it. All the talismans burned in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they all turned into scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.

Seeing that the talisman formation disappeared, the ghosts suddenly showed a ferocious and terrifying look, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with a roar.

At the same time, the secret art that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching in his hand was finally completed. The two fingers of his right hand stood in front of his chest, and the palm of his left palm was facing the sky, as if supporting a void. Depressed fiercely.

In an instant, a huge green mountain shadow emerged from the void and slammed into the ghost.

The violent wind ripped apart everything in sight, the mountains fell rapidly, and the imposing manner was majestic and unstoppable. It seemed to be connected to the entire Zhao's Great Immortal Temple, and it was also crushed to powder!

bang!

All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed by Qingshan.

The earth trembled suddenly, but the Zhao's Great Immortal Temple was completely motionless, not even a single brick was broken.

Fu Xuanxu frowned , this temple has ghosts of Divine Transformation level in charge!

Otherwise, this move just now is enough to raze the entire temple, including the surrounding land, to the ground!

At this time, the shadows of the green hills and mountains slowly dissipated, and the ghosts that were knocked down, more than half dissipated, turned into one after another black energy, and instantly merged into the remaining ghosts.

These remaining ghosts, their breath instantly increased, but they became stronger, all raised their heads, let out a furious roar, and continued to pounce towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu was still standing in the air, and with a flat palm, a huge palm print of light azure swept the audience, instantly knocking several ferocious ghosts that rushed upside down.

Before he could catch his breath, a few tentacles of azure black suddenly shot out from behind him, and instantly wrapped around Fu Xuanxu's limbs.

The rest of the ghosts swarmed up and attacked Fu Xuanxu like a storm.

Fu Xuanxu coldly snorted, [End Dao Qingxian] activated in an instant, broke all the tentacles at once, and then pressed down with both hands, five green hills and mountain shadows slightly smaller than before, crashed down... …

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The tide-like ghosts continue to dissipate, turning into one after another black gas into the body of the surviving companion.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer ghosts left...

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Zhao's Great Immortal Temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, blood is pouring out from pots of offerings, as if it is a spring of blood, and the blood seems to be endless.

The night is dark and dark.

Zhongkui Yueji is standing in the clearing under the shrine, behind him, a Dharmalaksana, being gradually raised.

Dharmalaksana is tall, dressed in a crown, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and nine strings of beads hanging down to his chest, blocking his face.

At this moment, Dharmalaksana held the hilt of the sword on his waist with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand, a huge palm, grabbing the ghost that was rushing up from all directions.

The ghosts shrieked and disappeared for an instant, dispersing into the darkness all around.

The giant hand grabbed a hole.

At this time, out of the darkness, strips of reddish barbed tongues stretched out, entangling the Dharmalaksana of Zhongkui Yueji.

Dharmalaksana was instantly lit with pale-gold flames.

The flame was as bright as the sun, pure and majestic, and burned all tongues in an instant.

In the darkness, there was a mournful scream from the ghost.

Dharmalaksana didn't hesitate, and slapped her palm in the direction of the scream.

bang! !

The sound of the ghost crying stopped abruptly, the dust scattered, and the earth shook violently.

Dharmalaksana slowly moved his palm away, only to see that in the darkness, strands of darkness were slowly drifting away.

The hatred that was so strong inside was already burned by the pale-gold flames on Dharmalaksana's body.

Next moment, the flames around Dharmalaksana suddenly soared, and immediately, it exploded!

No sound, no devastation, like a small sun wheel rising into the sky.

The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally dark temple. It was like daytime for a while, and every delicate hair was completely shown.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows have nowhere to hide, screaming and retreating, instinctively disgusting the light.

Zhongkui Yueji didn't hesitate, thoughts move, "clang!"

Dharmalaksana pulled out the long sword from his waist and immediately blasted at the ghosts...

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The night was dim, and the incense sticks were burning.

Blue smoke billows and disperses.

Ning Wuye holds the Flying Sword in his hand, all around the sword qi lingering, and the sword intent on his body is majestic and majestic, even though blood stains appear on his sleeves, but the imposing manner does not decrease but increases, the whole person is like a sword The well-known sword, showing off one's ability!

Right now, the entire Zhao's Great Immortal Temple is full of criss-crossed sword intent.

Across from him, that Divine Idol, has revealed its true form.

It is a tall, burly, ferocious-looking ghost with eight arms on its back, crimson eyes on its chest and abdomen, and its body is full of savage, violent, and bloodthirsty aura.

It is "Xi"!

(end of this chapter)