I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 1178

2022-02-17

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clang clang clang clang clang clang...

In just a split second, Flying Sword and the magic knife clashed in the air with hundreds of tricks.

Sword qi is reckless, Blade Qi is domineering and fierce, the dim-blue rays of light hanging in the air have long been smashed, the clouds are flowing, the sky is low, only sword light and blade light illuminate this place. Cut off the river.

At the same time, the sword cultivator standing on the water pointed to a sword and slashed towards Pei Ling...

A dark and cold sword qi whistled towards Pei Ling Ling.

Pei Ling also pointed at the same time into a knife, and slashed out with four fingers.

The blood-colored Blade Qi unrolled bolt of white silk slashed towards the sword cultivator.

clang! !

The sword qi shattered instantly, and the blood-colored Blade Qi's power was greatly reduced, but it continued to slash at the sword cultivator.

The two fingers of the sword cultivator stand in front of the chest, and the secret art moves. All the scattered sword intents from Heaven and Earth gather together to form a huge sword array.

ding ding ding~  …

Blade Qi only advanced less than half a zhang in the sword array, and then collapsed.

The sword cultivator secret art changed. Above the long river, in the void, countless Flying Swords emerged, cruising around like swimming fish, regrouping in an instant, turning from defense to attack.

Countless pitch-black sword qi shot towards Pei Ling from all directions with a gloomy and dreary trend.

Pei Ling's expression didn't change at all, just raised his right hand, and then fiercely slashed at Heaven and Earth.

A gigantic Blade Qi roared out, instantly in the long river, slashing a crack that the river could not bridge for a long time, all the malice under the river could not escape, revealing all kinds of true face.

A screeching sound rang out, and countless dead souls scurried in mid-air, and a large net opened quietly among the criss-crossed.

[Yinyu Kongming Slash]!

Densely packed Flying Sword instantly annihilated most of it. The entire sword array, like the river water, was chopped in half, and all the sword qi that shot at Pei Ling also disintegrated without a trace.

Pei Ling stood on the deck of the awning ship, her voice was cold, evil and grand: "Curse!"

When the voice fell, the sword cultivator's body immediately began to rot, In the wound, pus was gurgling, and faces filled with grievances and viciousness grew.

"hehe...hehe hee...hehe..."

A sharp and piercing laughter sounded, and all faces opened their mouths in unison, bursting into laughter.

The sword cultivator didn't pay any attention to the injury on his body, the body moved, like a ghost, and rushed to Pei Ling in an instant, using the finger as the sword, and stabbed Pei Ling between the eyebrows!

In Pei Ling's eyes, the rune is intertwined, strange and grotesque, [Eternal Curse Divine Ability]!

【The "law" of forgetting】!

The sword cultivator's breath dropped rapidly, but his body didn't stop at all. With the sword qi between his fingers, he continued to stab Pei Ling, without being affected by the [law of oblivion]!

clang!

Pei Ling made a four-fingered knife, severing the sword qi stabbed by the sword cultivator.

Darkness, like a real substance, pervaded his whole body immediately, like ink entering clear water, spreading rapidly, and completely engulfing the sword cultivator in an instant...

After a while, the [Mist of the Underworld] ] Little by little, the darkness faded, and under the bleak sky, Pei Ling's silhouette was revealed, he stood in the air, holding the sword cultivator's head in his hand, not far away, a headless corpse slowly fell down , sink to the bottom of the river.

“weng!”

A mournful Qingyue sword cry resounded through the sky, and the pitch-black Flying Sword fell along with it. The Life-Source Flying Sword lived and died together with its master. At this moment, the original Flying Sword, which was incomparably sharp, disappeared, returned to ordinary iron, and sank into the water together with the corpse of the sword cultivator.

At the same time, a long sword like the stars in the dark night escaped from the sky, but it was the Nine Souls Sword that returned and hovered in front of Pei Ling.

Pei Ling turned her head and quietly looked at the head in her hand.

The sword cultivator of the Cold Dim Sword Sect has already lost his mind and fights only by instinct.

Therefore, his [the "law" of forgetting] just now is of no use to him, because the other party doesn't remember everything about himself...

I was thinking about it. The head he was holding in his hand suddenly turned into a plume of black smoke, sinking directly into his palm.

Suddenly, an attachment to the sword, hatred of the living, desire to kill... just like breaking a dyke and controlling water, surging out and roaring into Pei Ling's mind.

Pei Ling's face distorted immediately, and after a while, he gradually came back to his senses.

His expression became extremely solemn and lifehood again!

However, the sword cultivator of the Cold Dim Sword Sect has already lost his mind. The lifehood of the other party is extremely chaotic. All kinds of hatred, obsession, and killing emotions are mixed together. It is more complicated and chaotic than the previous Gu Chuzi and the cultivator of Samsara Tower.

While thinking about it, Pei Ling suddenly lifts the head, but sees all around the scene changing, the gray sky suddenly brightens.

The surging river water under your feet, the original turbid yellow, has become jade-like jade green.

Under the water, one after another white shadow flutters and gathers, the tulle skirt flutters like fins, and is as agile as a merfolk.

"oh la la!"

Amidst the splashing water, a white shadow suddenly sticks out of the water, but it is a young girl with an enchanting posture. The veil revealed only a pair of star-like eyes. On the white and porcelain skin, there was a little bit of water light, and the water flowed down the veil and the hair, and soon, it slipped over the slender neck like a crane and merged into the delicate collarbone.

The collarbone also contained a pink double-petaled flower from somewhere, and further down, there was emerald green river water.

He has a handsome appearance and a graceful lotus posture, and there are thousands of spring water in his eyes. Yingying looks at Pei Ling and walks towards him step by step.

As she approached, her graceful and slender figure gradually stepped out of the water.

The soaked gauze was clinging to the lovable body, and it looked exquisitely discernible.

Behind her, a also thinly clad, fair-skinned beauties, like Surpassingly Beautiful, poked their heads from the water one after another, and then swayed towards Pei Ling.

Each of them, while walking, had their eyes firmly fixed on Pei Ling.

It seems that Pei Ling is their common lifelong love.

Pei Ling suddenly felt that, deep in one's heart, there was a strong feeling of love.

"oh la la, oh la la, oh la la..."

The sound of water murmurs, the beauties continue to approach him, each step, as if the wind is helping the weak Willows and water plucked lotus flowers, indescribably charming and gentle.

Taking another step, their veils suddenly fell to the surface of the water, revealing their shy and seductive, fragrant and tender beauty.

Immediately afterwards, the tulle-like tunic, unable to fall, floated on the emerald green water.

The beauties were unaware and were still walking forward.

The fragrant skin of the jade body is like the beginning of the moon, showing every inch.

In this scene, it is as if a sailor on a voyage to the deep sea encountered a group of sharks.

The strong Gu Ying-nian washed Pei Ling's sanity, and the urge to sink in with all these beauties regardless, surged like a tidal wave.

Pei Ling's muscles were tense, and her blood seemed to be boiling.

Seeing that these beauties were getting closer and closer to him, he suppressed all his thoughts and said with great difficulty: "Curse!"

(End of this chapter)