I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

In the Han family's Villa.

The ancient well in the back mountain.

In the courtyard beneath the well, han sigu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Lotus pond.

Lady Xue, who was standing by the side, was slightly shocked. &Quot; "Master, what's wrong?"

&Quot; the Blood River has attacked the yin Water illusory Lotus formation and left the Lotus pond ... &Quot; han sigu muttered to himself. &Quot; has it finally made its choice? "

Han sigu's usually cold face couldn't help but flash with nervousness.

Did the Blood River listen to someone's words, or did it make its own decision ... Now, would it come to the ancient well to recognize its master, or would it be bewitched by the cursed ghost and head to the ancestral hall?

Without a doubt, this was a long wait.

Even with han sigu's Dao heart, he still felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the ancient well in the back mountain was still and calm.

The Blood River sword did not appear.

The blood drained from han sigu's face in an instant, and his face turned ashen.

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

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, please reconsider!" Lady Blood paled at the sight of this. Han sigu's life Providence was currently being suppressed by the seven evils of the earth vein. If he were to break free by force, the damage to his vital energy would be a minor matter. Without the Blood River sword to make up for the bet, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long before his life Providence shattered and his Dao vanished!

She hurriedly advised, " the situation is unclear now. It's better to send someone to the Lotus pond to check it out first. &Quot;

As he spoke, he waved his hand and a female cultivator with her eyes closed floated up from the pool in the corner. She was Lu lüquang.

Lu lü Qiang had originally intended to be used as fertilizer for The Ghost Tree to replenish the losses that PEI Ling had taken from her.

However, finding out where the Blood River sword was was the most important thing now, and he could not care about the ghost wood.

Han sigu shook his head. Lu lü Qiang was only a Qi disciple level 8 cultivator. She couldn't even take three strikes from his own flying sword. What could she find out? He didn't want to give the cursed ghost a puppet for nothing when they met him on the road!

He had already prepared for the worst. He would leave the well immediately and fight the cursed ghost for the last chance of survival.

Even though he was now out of the soul thread of suppression and the heavenly Dao Foundation establishment was a failure, it was still better than cursing ghost who had refined the Blood River sword and brought his puppets to kill him. Then, he would take over his cultivation, GUI mu, Madam Xue, and all his assets!

If he went now and killed the cursed ghost before he could completely refine the Blood River, he would take back his Natal flying sword and the other half of the cursed ghost's life Providence. Although he would fail to reach the foundation establishment stage, there was still a possibility of survival!

Thinking up to this point, han sigu took out a palm-sized puppet doll from his sleeve, cut open its heart, and smeared blood on the puppet's face. He stretched out a finger, and the life-suppressing soul thread that was originally wrapped around his body suddenly wrapped around Lu lü Qiang.

Then, he cast a spell and mumbled something ... Soon, countless blood-red threads appeared in the air and wrapped around Lu lü Qiang's body.

The threads that were still tightly wrapped around han sigu's body let go after a moment of hesitation and turned to Lu lü Qiang.

At the same time, the puppet doll collapsed silently and turned into a handful of gravel in the blink of an eye.

"This puppet substitution technique can allow this female cultivator to replace me for a moment and hide from the cursed ghost's perception, so that it can be caught off guard!" Han sigu stood up, his aura rising rapidly. His robe fluttered even though there was no wind, and his eyes were filled with a desperate madness. &Quot; let's go! &Quot;

Madam Xue didn't dare to say anything more. She could only follow behind him and step out of the courtyard.

As the two of them left, Lu lü Qiang's Black hair, which was tied up by layers of silk, had started to turn white.

A moment later, han sigu and lady Xue both appeared under the soul devouring Ghost Tree. Even though Lu lü Qiang was acting as a substitute, han sigu's face still seemed to have aged in that instant.

The soul devouring Ghost Tree shook slightly. The leaves and branches were rustling as if it was surprised.

Han sigu didn't stop and simply ordered, " "Let's go!"

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

In the gray world, cursed ghost was extremely anxious."Dammit! Damn it! What kind of brains did these puppets have? He had asked them to capture that brat, but why did they kill him by mistake? Is the Blood River sword already suspecting me?"

Just a while ago, Zhang Shuo and the others came back with joy and reported that the stubborn Junior Brother PEI had been executed.

If it wasn't for the fact that they would be needed later, curse ghost would have wrung their heads off!

"All of you, go and find Tang Nanzhai!" &Quot; kill him immediately after you find him, or bring him to me, " cursed ghost ordered coldly.

It had no choice. Since PEI Ling was already dead, Tang Nanzhai was its only chance.

The other option was to kill him so that the Blood River sword would not be able to determine whether he was real or fake.

Or he could bewitch him so that Tang Nanzhai would turn around and frame the real han sigu!

Not long after Zhang Shuo and the others left, curse ghost suddenly trembled and muttered to himself in fear, " "Yin Water illusionary Lotus formation ... The Blood River has left the Lotus pond? Don't tell me that Tang Nanzhai dared to betray me?"

Thinking of this, the cursed ghost's heart moved. The blood-colored threads around his body trembled as if they were searching for something through the layers of space.

A moment later, he encountered a strong resistance.

Curse ghost felt it carefully, and his expression changed. &Quot; "Human Dao Foundation? Damn it! He's the one who ruined my plans!"

A vicious glint flashed in its eyes. Lin Long and the others, who had been following Zhang Shuo to search for Tang Nanzhai, suddenly raised their weapons and slashed at the other party.

Ping, ping, ping ... After a round of killing, Lin Long and the other white-robed cultivators died on the spot. They were all covered in injuries!

Zhang Shuo and the other puppets stood by, their sleeves stained with blood. However, there was no emotion in their dull eyes as they continued to look for the person without a word.

"What do we do?" The cursed ghost was extremely anxious. Under the seven fiends suppression, it could not leave the ancestral hall at all.

If he didn't leave, han sigu would definitely refine the Blood River sword with the power of the earth Meridian's seven evils and form his own heavenly Dao Foundation!

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

Immediately, a figure forced his way in. His long hair and sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his cold face was exactly the same as cursed ghost's. It was han sigu himself!

The cursed ghost was terrified, and before he could think of a countermeasure, han sigu had already formed a sword with his fingers, and a blood-red sword Qi slashed down!

"Thousands of living beings, forever curse for you!" The cursed ghost didn't have time to think. With a shake of his body, he had returned to his original form. However, it was a human-like shadow. It had no facial features, and it was impossible to tell if it was male or female. Its entire body was covered in blood words.

If one looked closely at these blood words, they would find that they were made up of vengeful faces.

Each face was a soul that had once been killed by han sigu's sword.

They looked at han sigu with cold smiles and cast their most vicious curses. These curses intertwined like a net, and in the dark, they covered han sigu's head.

Han sigu felt the spiritual power around him freeze, and his cultivation plummeted.

However, he did not panic or feel surprised at all. After all, this was not the first time he had fought with the cursed ghost over the years. At this moment, he continued to stab the sword Qi between the cursed ghost's eyebrows and sneered, " &Quot; you were born from the curses of the thousands of creatures I killed in my life. No matter how strange and difficult you are, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a hundred times, a thousand times ... A dead soul at the bottom of the sword is not worthy of a fight? "