I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The Zhong gang sect.

The ancestral land of the pillow stone su clan.

Layers of restrictions surrounded a cave in the middle of the mountain.

The abundant spiritual energy was like smoke and clouds, filling the room.

In the void where countless rune civilizations were destroyed, they surrounded the main seat above the Imperial Palace.

A stick of spiritual incense was burning in the three-legged copper furnace with gilded Kasaya, exuding black smoke that made it even colder.

Su Li was wearing a golden crown and luxurious clothes. His eyes were slightly closed as he sat cross-legged, and he was currently concentrating on cultivating.

The time around him had unknowingly slowed down.

The speed at which the runes flickered was almost stagnant, and they only flickered once after a long time. The spiritual Qi mist that was originally flowing gently was now as stagnant as a painting. The pillar of smoke in the copper furnace remained in the shape of rising straight to the top of the cave, unchanged for a long time.

The SU Li Scripture did not notice that time had slowed down at all. The speed of his breathing, expiration, and circulation of the cultivation technique was exactly the same as the surrounding scene, maintaining the same slow rhythm.

It was at this moment that he suddenly jumped up. His movements were as fast as lightning, but he suddenly interrupted his cultivation and began to use his hands and feet to dance wildly.

His body had already moved, but the thinking of the SU Li Scripture was still as slow as a snail. He could not react in time.

After jumping around for a while, he suddenly realized that his nomological laws ... Were gone!

Su Lijing's expression changed drastically, but his body could not stop at all. He jumped more and more crazily, and as his steps staggered, the more he jumped, the more chaotic he became. His mind gradually became chaotic, crazy, and twisted ...

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You su tomb.

White mist filled the air. The branches of the withered ancient trees pointed straight at the sky. The yin Qi was thick and condensed like water droplets, dripping into the forest from time to time.

The thick smell of blood slowly dispersed.

Cages of various sizes were hanging on the branches, looking like lanterns during the festival.

In each cage, there were several mortals with all four limbs and full of energy. These mortals were all expressionless and dumbfounded, as if they had lost all the emotions of a living person. They were like walking corpses with no interest in life.

All the mortals 'eyes were fixed on a snow-white ghostly figure.

The ghostly figure looked like a human. It was dressed in a white robe and had white skin. It seemed to have fused with the White mist. There were eyes under its brows, and deep in its pupils, there was a Black Flame dancing slowly.

It was 'prison'.

At this moment, it was holding half of a mortal's body and slowly eating it.

Crack ... Crack ... Crack ...

The sound of the sharp teeth chewing on bones and flesh could be heard intermittently. The mortals in the cage only looked at this scene listlessly, like livestock in captivity. They had long been used to this bloody scene and did not have any emotional fluctuations or intense actions.

"Qiu" bit off a piece of flesh, and its movements suddenly became extremely slow.

As the blood at the corner of his mouth slowly slid down, the thin, tender red flesh and white bone fragments rose and fell along the sharp teeth. The breathing of the living people around him, as well as the occasional posture adjustment, also suddenly became long.

Every movement and every movement seemed to be broken down into individual frozen images. It would take a long time to complete.

The prisoner didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, it was looking at the cages in front of it calmly.

The living people here were the ones it had just sacrificed from the islands it had reared in the infinite Moqi sea.

Unfortunately, in this world, the human race was the king.

As such, it could only eat the flesh and blood of mortals without any cultivation. Occasionally, it could taste the taste of rogue cultivators. However, the cultivators of the nine sects, especially the heaven's favorites with pure mana, profound cultivation, and a well-polished body, or the high-level cultivators, had never had a taste of it.

Previously, when it was fighting for the Fortune of the 'curse', it had a chance. However, it didn't know what happened exactly, but the blood food that it had obtained was suddenly gone ...

As he was thinking, Qiu suddenly stopped eating and his movements suddenly sped up, starting to dance wildly.

Just like the SU Li Sutra, its dancing speed was extremely fast, but its thinking speed was extremely slow. By the time it reacted and realized that something was wrong, the laws it had grasped had already completely disappeared ...

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You su tomb.

White mist filled the sky.

White banners fell from the sky, and a living person was hanging upside down on each white banner.

All the living people, regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, did not cry or make a fuss. Their faces were all filled with greed.

A middle-aged scholar in a fur coat stood with his hands behind his back. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had a lot on his mind. His anger seemed to be real.

Behind it was a green-robed servant boy. The servant boy's face was full of mouths. He was the "slave of greed."

At this moment, slave tan was holding the head of a mortal and sucking on his brain.

'Yu' watched as slave tan ate.

These were the offerings that the villages on the island had just offered. Without cultivation, it was not very interested. Compared to tasting the taste of such inferior blood food, it preferred to feed it to the greedy slave.

Everything in the surroundings slowed down as if it had suddenly solidified into a picture.

At this moment, Yu suddenly raised his hand and quickly stepped on the ground.

As it jumped, Yu's expression suddenly changed. It had lost its own law ...

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The floating life stage.

In the midst of the lustrous and variegated surroundings, on the side of a chessboard.

The immortal from the lower realm folded his clothes and sat in a lotus position. On the chessboard in front of him, the black pieces were scattered and scattered, while the White pieces were scattered and majestic, surrounding the black pieces, without any vitality.

The immortal played a white chess piece and placed it in a certain position. The game was completed and the outcome was decided!

He had won this game of chess again!

In the next moment, the Blood Moon above his head seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible force and disappeared.

A flawless and perfect intent spread out once more.

The 'stainless state' appeared again!

From the day he entered the floating life realm, he had played a total of five games of chess so far, which successfully removed all the means that the two fallen Immortals had put on him!

Of course, he didn't win the five games by normal means.

Even though he was an immortal, he didn't want to get stuck in a situation so easily ...

At the thought of this, the immortal raised his head and looked at the other side of the chessboard. It was empty in his eyes, and there was no longer a figure.

He stood up and looked directly in the direction of the eternal night desert. There were two fallen Immortals in this world, one whose seal had not yet been unlocked, and the other who was trying to re-enter the immortal path ...

The latter did not have an immortal seat, so he was not a threat.

On the other hand, the former ... Once he broke out of the seal, the consequences would be unimaginable!

He would deal with the one in the eternal night desert first!

With this in mind, the immortal was about to descend to the eternal night desert again when he suddenly took a step forward uncontrollably. At the same time, one of the nomological laws he had mastered seemed to be forcibly pulled out of his immortal body by an irresistible force!

The immortal immediately looked in the direction of qingyao mountain. His gaze passed through countless restrictive spells and mountains and rivers. Soon, he saw that in the ruins of Yuyuan, the sky was covered in Crimson, and huge trees turned into totems. A mysterious power filled that part of the world!