I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

I Just Want To Slack Off In Cultivation Chapter 779

2022-02-17

Chapter 779 Don't look directly at the fairy. (Second update! Please subscribe!)

The originally pure and pious temple suddenly fell into a strange madness.

The first Divine Idol's face is shrouded in the rich smoke of incense, and it is indistinct, like mockery, like indifference...

The sky outside the hall is clear and cloudless, and several ginkgo trees are like pavilions. Cover, when the wind passes, the branches and leaves dance, and it is peaceful and quiet.

Deep sea.

Zhongkui Yueji frowned deeply. Before entering the eternal night desert, he had already checked a lot of information in the dynasty.

But this is the first time he has entered the Fallen Immortal Dream, but he never thought that just responding to a prayer would cause such a huge change.

Slightly hesitated, Zhongkui Yueji turned to another prayer who was still pleading in his ear.

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Underground.

Dark, obscure, heavy, gloomy...

Ning Wuye came back to his senses, looked all around and didn't find Zhongkui Yueji, but he had expected it.

After all, before the two entered the eternal night desert, they had already read the records of all the situations in the desert in the sect.

At the moment these most basic common sense, both he and Crown Prince, are very aware.

It's just that both of them are entering the Fallen Immortal Dream for the first time, and they don't know much about the specific dangers inside.

Ning Wuye watched for a while, and soon determined that the place where he was now was the underground of the dream world.

There should be a lot of "Original Immortals" here.

The purpose of their trip is to prevent the Fallen Immortal from awakening. The first thing to do now is to spread your name!

While I was thinking about it, I heard the intermittent prayer in my ears: "...May my loving mother get better soon...I don't have any sincerity...the words."

"... First, I wish Wenggu good health... Second, I wish Jiao Er Linghui... Third, I wish... Lang Jun will come back soon... with words."

"... I will serve you...no responsibility...respectful words."

Ning Wuye listened, slightly nodding, the prayers of mortals in dreams are very important to "Outer Immortal" like him. easy to accomplish.

Although he knows that this is a dream and everything is false, as long as the fallen immortal wakes up, everything in the dream will return to nothingness. , or for spreading his title, he decided to respond to the prayers of mortals.

So, Ning Wuye's attention was focused on one of the prayers.

In his mind, a scene suddenly emerged: In the wilderness, countless mortals, helping the old and the young, knelt down in front of a makeshift altar with a bleak look.

On the altar, the heads of cows, sheep, and pigs are properly placed at this moment. The blood of the three heads is not dry, and there is still blood on the side of the altar that has not yet solidified.

Simin are all yellow-faced, skinny, and ragged. Many children stare at the sacrifices, swallowing saliva, but sensible silence.

In front of this group of people, there is a vast field.

Judging by their clothes, this time should be the time when shepherds and wheat are green, but it is a barren, barren!

The palm-size locusts of countless adult men, like a huge, yellow and green quilt, covered the entire fertile field, filled the ditches, and filled the field.

Some even flew to the altar and the offerings. Upon seeing this, the village chief who presided over the sacrifice quickly greeted the villagers to step forward to drive them away, stammering prayer: "... Pity...to eradicate the plague of locusts...to provide for the abundance of silk...the word."

"...to eliminate the plague of locusts and leave the millet...the four seasons of silk to flourish...the word."

I read and read, the locusts are still rampant. As time goes by, under the scorching sun, the three animals that can only be prepared by gathering the power of the village have already given off a stench.

On the altar, there was no movement.

The crowd in front of the altar began to get anxious and agitated.

"grandfather, doesn't God want to pay attention to us?" A child looked around for a while, finally couldn't hold back, gently pulled the robes of the elders beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't the locust plague? Except, there will be no harvest this year, in that case, Daddy's illness..."

"Shh!" His grandfather's expression changed, and he quickly covered grandson's mouth, scolded, "children's words carry no harm, don't ask Nonsense! God... God will protect us... It's just that God's status is noble, maybe I didn't hear... God will eradicate the plague of locusts for us!"

He was disturbed He muttered, "Otherwise, it's not just our village, the entire county, but also several nearby counties...how to live? How to live?"

"God..."

"Yes Don't be like ten years ago..."

"In that locust plague, I was starving..."

"Eight brothers and six sisters, I am the only one alive. "..."

"God..."

"God have mercy..." The panic spread among the crowd, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Above the altar, the hearts are hanging in the throat, the yellow and thin faces that have been starved for many years, but the eyes are surprisingly bright, the last light and heat burst out like shooting stars, concentrating on the Spiritual God. In the hope of the holy.

Just as their hearts became heavier and despair gradually eroded, a chaotic, crazy, and twisted voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, all the locusts, after a scream, were scattered ashes and dispersed smoke!

Fields, ditches, woods... reveal their original appearance.

Clusters of grass blades, half gnawed, swayed in the wind.

The villagers' prayers were fulfilled.

They were stunned for a while, and then they all burst into a cheer that shook the sky: "It has appeared! It has appeared!!"

"God has mercy!!"

"The gift of the fairy family!"

"We are saved!"

In ecstasy, everyone began to change rapidly, their bodies swelled, scales spread all over, and their fingers and claws were all over the place. Pop up...

In an instant, the wilderness seemed to dance like a group of demons, strange and unspeakable.

Underground.

Ning Wuye frowned, what's going on?

He only said his honorary title. Why are these aborigines in the dream all crazy?

Immediately afterwards, he restrained his mind, hesitated for a while, and then focused on the next prayer.

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The abyss.

Dark, twisted, crazy, depraved, violent, filthy...

A creature with scales, horns, and bruises on its head, striding with heavy steps, Patrol back and forth.

Their eyes are gray and white, their pupils are vertical lines, their forelimbs are like claws, their hind limbs are like hooves, and their sturdy arms are entwined with fire like chains, constantly exuding a vicious and dirty aura.

Suddenly, in the air not far away, a silhouette appeared without warning.

Ji Changfu's white robe surpassed the snow, his eyes slowly opened, the brilliance in his eyes and the Heaven Will jade between his eyebrows reflected each other, shining brightly.

All the creatures present subconsciously looked towards him immediately.

The moment their eyes touched Ji Changfu, all the creatures let out an extremely painful and crazy roar.

Next moment, their flesh and blood splattered, and countless frantic and treacherous limbs were born within them, like a flesh-and-blood magic flower that suddenly bloomed.

Ji Changfu smiled slightly, not surprised.

"Don't look directly at immortals" is one of the rules of this Fallen Immortal Dreamland.

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