I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 142

2021-05-16

Chapter 142 The final battle! (The fourth update! Please subscribe!)

In Han's Villa.

mountainside Ancient Well.

In the courtyard below the well, Han Sigu's expression changed suddenly, his eyes were closed, and he opened his eyes instantly, looking towards the direction of the lotus pond.

Mrs. Xue, who was standing by the side, was slightly startled: "Master, what's wrong?"

"The River of Blood attacked the Yinshui Magic Lotus Formation and left the lotus pond... "Han Sigu murmured, "It finally made a choice?"

Han Sigu's usually stern face could not help but flash a touch of tension.

Did the blood river listen to someone, or did it make a choice... Now, will it come to the ancient well to recognize the Master, or for the cursed ghost, to go to the ancestral hall?

There is no doubt that this is a year-long wait.

Even with Han Sigu's Dao Heart, I still feel on pins and needles.

After a stick of incense, the ancient well in the mountainside was calm.

The Blood River Sword did not appear.

The blood on Han Sigu's face faded in an instant, and his face was ashen.

He suddenly said, "Prepare for the final battle!"

At the same time, the aura on his body changed, and the blood-colored threads that pierced through the void were cut off one by one.

"Master think twice!" Seeing this, Madam Xue turned pale in fright. Han Sigu's lifehood is now controlled by the seven evil spirits of the earth. , make up the bet, it won't last long, lifehood will be broken, body dies and Dao disappears!

She hurriedly persuaded, "The situation is unclear now, it's better to send someone to the lotus pond first." A female cultivator with her eyes closed and unconscious, was Lu Luqiang.

This Lu Luqiang was originally intended to be used as a fertilizer for ghost wood, so as to supplement the damage previously extracted by Pei Ling.

But now, figuring out the whereabouts of the Blood River Sword is the top priority, and I don't care about the ghost wood.

Han Sigu shook his head. This Lu Luqiang a trifling Qi Refinement cultivator on the eighth floor can't even pick up the three swords of his Life-Source Flying Sword. What can he investigate? Don't meet a cursed ghost on the road when the time comes, give the other party a puppet for nothing!

He has now prepared for the worst, to get out of the well immediately and compete with the cursed ghost for a glimmer of survival.

Although the Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment is now out of the line of life, the Heaven Dao Foundation Establishment will fail, and there is no possibility at all, but it is better than the cursed ghost after refining the blood river sword, with many puppet grandiose to kill him and kill him Cut to the sword, take over his cultivation base, as well as all the wealth of ghost wood, blood lady and so on!

If you go now, take advantage of the cursed ghost before it has completely refined the bloody river, fight it on the spot, and take back the Life-Source Flying Sword and half of the cursed ghost's lifehood, the Foundation Establishment will certainly fail, but there are still Possibility to live!

Thinking of this, Han Sigu took out a palm-size puppet doll from his sleeve, opened his mouth, took blood and smeared the puppet's face, stretched out his hand, and a bunch of life-suppressing spirits originally wrapped around him. The thread suddenly wrapped around Lu Luqiang.

Immediately afterwards, he formed hand seals, mutter incantations... Soon, in the void, countless blood-colored silk threads stretched out, wrapping around Lu Luqiang's body.

The silk threads that were still tightly wrapped around Han Sigu's body, after hesitating for a while, also let go of him and turned to Lu Luqiang.

At the same time, the puppet doll collapsed silently, turning into a handful of gravel in an instant.

"This puppet stand-in method can make this female cultivator replace me for a moment, so as to hide the perception of the cursed ghost, so as to kill it completely unprepared!" Han Sigu stood up, his breath skyrocketed, his clothes No wind was automatic, and the eyes were full of madness that took all on one throw, "Let's go!"

Mrs. Blood didn't dare to say more, so she could only follow behind him and step out of the courtyard.

When the two of them left, Lu Luqiang, who was tied with heavy silk threads behind him, with full head fine black hair, had begun to turn white quietly.

A moment later, Han Sigu and the Blood Lady both appeared under the Devouring Soul Ghost Wood. Although Lu Luqiang was used as a stand-in, his face seemed to have aged a bit in that instant.

The Devouring Soul Ghost Wood swayed slightly, and the whirling movement between the branches and leaves seemed to be surprised.

Han Sigu didn't stop at all, and gave a brief command: "Go!"

...Han's ancestral hall, behind the bead curtain.

In the world of gray defeat, the cursed ghost was very anxious: "Damn! Damn! What brains do these puppets have? Let them catch that kid back, why did they kill him by accident? Is the Blood River Sword now? Are you already suspicious of me?"

Just a while ago, Zhang Shuo and the others came back beaming and reported that it was Junior Brother Pei, who persisted in your own wrong doings, and had already been put to death.

If it weren't for the fact that they would be used in the future, the cursed ghost would like to screw out the heads of these people!

"You all go to Tang Nanzhai!" After a quick thought, Cursed Ghost said in a cold voice, "When you find it, kill him immediately, or bring him to meet me."

No way, since Pei Ling is dead, Tang Nanzhai is his only chance.

Or kill it, so that the blood river sword can't judge the true or false.

Or just confuse it so that Tang Nanzhai will bite back and frame the real Han Sigu!

Not long after Zhang Shuo and the others took their orders to leave, the cursed ghost suddenly shuddered and said to himself in horror, "The Great Array of Yin Water and Magic Lotus... Blood River has left the lotus pond?! Could it be that? How dare Tang Nanzhai betray me?"

Thinking of this, the cursed ghost's thoughts moved, and the blood-colored threads all over his body suddenly trembled, as if he was looking for something through the space.

Just a moment later, I encountered a strong resistance.

The cursed ghost felt it carefully, and his face changed color: "Humanity Foundation Establishment? Damn it! He really did bad things for me!" Lin Long and the others, who were looking for Tang Nanzhai everywhere, suddenly raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the opponent.

Ping-ping-pong-pong... After some cannibalism, Lin Long and other white-robed cultivators all fell to the ground, riddled with scars and bruised all over!

Zhang Shuo and the other puppets stood by, their sleeves splattered with blood, but there was no emotion in Mu Ran's eyes, and they continued to look for someone without saying a word.

"What should I do?" The cursed ghost was so anxious that it couldn't leave the ancestral hall under the control of Qisha.

If he doesn't leave, Han Sigu gets the Blood River Sword, and he will definitely refinish it through the power of the seven evils of the leylines, and achieve his Heavenly Dao Dao Foundation!

Just as the cursed ghost was in a dilemma, the world of Ashes suddenly shook.

Immediately, one silhouette squeezed into it forcibly, with long hair flying, robe sleeves hunting, and the stern face was exactly the same as that of the cursed ghost, it was Han Sigu who arrived!

The cursed ghost was terrified to death, and before he could come up with a countermeasure, Han Sigu couldn't help but say it, and pointed like a sword, a blood-colored sword qi slashed down!

"Thousands of sentient beings are cursed forever for you!" The cursed ghost didn't have time to think about it, and with a shake of his body, he had already returned to the original shape of the cursed ghost, but it was a shadow of a humanoid, with no facial features, no distinction between males and females, and all over the body. Densely packed in blood.

These bloody words are made up of faces of resentment.

Each face is the soul of the dead once killed by Han Sigu's sword.

They looked at Han Sigu with a sneer, and uttered their most vicious curses, which were intertwined like a net, and hooded Han Sigu in the dark.

Han Sigu only felt the spiritual power all over his body suffocate, and the cultivation base plummeted out of thin air.

However, he did not have the slightest panic or surprise. After all, it was not the first time he had confronted the cursed ghost over the years. At this moment, he continued to stab the cursed ghost with his sword qi, while sneering: "You are me. The incantations of the thousands of souls I have killed in my life are gathered together, no matter how strange and difficult to deal with, I can kill you, the masters of many incantations once, and I can kill a hundred thousand times... the souls at the bottom of the sword are also worthy of a battle?"

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