I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The capital, Yanxi city.

The city Lord's mansion.

In the cultivation room.

The sea of fire was incomparably scorching, scorching the entire room.

The city Lord's upper body was bare as he stood in the fire. He slowly waved his two hammers. Each move was simple and clear, but they were all filled with terrifying power, causing the space to tremble.

Suddenly, he turned to look at the door of the cultivation room and asked, " "What's the matter?"

Outside the door, the middle-aged cultivator from before knelt on one knee with a mysterious letter written in blood in his hand. He reported in a deep voice,"City Lord, the Holy Son of the Zhong gang sect, PEI Ling, has sent someone to deliver the letter of challenge."

The city Lord immediately stopped his cultivation and let go of the Twin Hammers. He stretched out his hand and the letter of challenge immediately appeared between his fingers.

He read the contents of the letter of challenge with a calm expression. There was no surprise on his face. PEI Ling had challenged the Emperor of the Ryukyu dynasty. After defeating the Emperor, he had come directly to the territory of swallow Rhino city. It was obvious that he was here to continue challenging him!

He had been waiting for this letter of challenge for several days!

"Who sent the letter of challenge?" the city Lord asked.

The middle-aged cultivator said,"it's a female cultivator from the heaven born sect. Looking at the aura of her technique, she should be PEI Ling's furnace .."

Natural born sect?

The city Lord was slightly surprised, but he immediately understood. Challenging the Emperor of the glazed tile Empire and him, the city Lord of swallow consonance city, were all PEI Ling's personal plans and not the aim of the heavy puppet sect.

Otherwise, the one who came to deliver the letter of challenge should be someone from the ninth Ali clan of the Zhong Kong sect ...

It seemed like the news from the glaze avaricious Empire was not false at all. The purpose of PEI Ling's trip this time was for the great Dao, and he did not have any Zhong gang sect seniors following him.

Thinking of this, the city Lord pondered for a moment and said, " "The location of the battle will be at the hopeless swamp,"

&Quot; that place is desolate and remote. It won't hurt the innocent. &Quot;

"As for the time ... Let's set it three days later."

"Yes!" The middle-aged cultivator cupped his fists.

Seeing that the city Lord had no other instructions, he took his leave.ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

In the cultivation room, the sea of fire was still burning, tempering the city Lord's Dao body.

He looked at the letter of challenge in his hand, and his expression gradually became serious.

Grand Elder Wenren had gone to challenge PEI Ling, so he should have already lost.

Otherwise, this letter of challenge would not have been sent ...

The Grand elders of the nine sects were all mid-stage or even late-stage Dao integration cultivators.

Grand Elder Wenren's cultivation base was at the mid-stage Dao integration!

Although he didn't have a sect-guarding magical treasure on him, he was still defeated by PEI Ling despite his cultivation level ... PEI Ling's strength could only be stronger than a mid-stage Dao integration cultivator!

That's right, the other party had definitely reached the Dao integration stage. Furthermore, he must have achieved the Dao of all life and the Dao of heaven and earth at the same time!

This battle was extremely dangerous, but they could not lose!

Thinking up to this point, the city Lord immediately took out a specially made voice transmission talisman and activated it.

A moment later, a familiar voice sounded from the talisman, " "City Lord, I've lost ..."

The voice was hoarse, tired, and filled with emotion. It was Wenren lingse.

The city Lord wasn't surprised and immediately said, " "Grand Elder Wenren, are your injuries serious?"

&Quot; I've recovered more than half of my injuries, " Wenren lingse replied. &Quot; I'll rush back to Yanxi city as soon as I'm done with my treatment. &Quot;

The city Lord nodded and said, " "According to the rules of our sect, the city Lord changes every five hundred years. I have been in charge of Yanxi city for over three hundred years. In this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, we must first decide on the next city Lord."

"The young city Lord Xin Yashu is still young and his cultivation is too low. He can't take charge of the situation."

"The other Grand elders who haven't been in closed-door training for long periods of time are either as free as the clouds and wild cranes, not fond of secular Affairs; Or they were obsessed with pill and artifact Dao, too busy to care about it; They are too upright and inflexible ... They are not suitable to take over the city Lord's position."

&Quot; only Grand Elder Wenren, who was once in charge of the abyss of disaster, is able to control the situation. He is also an upright and outspoken person. He is the best in both cultivation and character. &Quot;

"After this battle, Grand Elder Wenren, please take charge of Yan Xi city."

"When ya Xiu's strength is sufficient, I will assist him."

Then, the city Lord did not give Wenren lingse a chance to reply and ended the voice transmission.

The runes on the voice-transmitting talisman started to flicker, emitting a faint light. It was obvious that Wenren lingse had activated the talisman, wanting to continue the conversation.

The city Lord did not hesitate and immediately crushed the voice transmission talisman.

"Come in!" He ordered.

Very quickly, a handsome young man in armor strode into the cultivation room.

The sea of fire that had filled the room suddenly disappeared when it appeared, revealing a simple and spacious stone room.

"Master!" The young man bowed.

The city Lord looked at him, and with a thought, a black token appeared in his hand. The front of the token was engraved with the words " Yan Xi " with Thunder patterns. The back was a giant axe with a violent aura, like thunder falling from the nine Heavens.

He released his hand, and the token was instantly lifted by a force and flew in front of the youth.

"Master, this is ..." The youth was puzzled.

The city Lord stood with his hands behind his back and said in a calm voice, " "Give this city Lord token to Grand Elder Wenren in three days."

"According to my sect's rules, you should have taken over the city Lord's position after I left."

"But your cultivation level is too low, and it's troubled times now. The demon sect is running rampant."

"You can't sit still in the city Lord's position."

"From now on, focus on your cultivation."

"In the future, when your cultivation is higher, Grand Elder Wenren will naturally pass the position of city Lord to you."

The youth, Xin yaxiu, listened quietly, then bowed."Yes! Your disciple will obey."

The city Lord nodded slightly, then took a step forward. He had already left the cultivation room and appeared in a vast Stone Hall.

This Stone Hall seemed to have been chiseled out of the mountainside by someone using the mana of the great gan. The style was rough and the furnishings were simple. However, any living being who entered this place would not have the time to pay attention to the stone Hall itself. Instead, they would be immediately attracted by the dazzling array of weapons.

Sabers, Spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, halberds, staffs, clubs, rakes ... All kinds of weapons were floating in the air, and their cold gleams were reflected like scales. They were vast and powerful, as if they were an ocean made of sharp blades, and their murderous aura soared into the sky!

The city Lord calmly walked into the sea of soldiers.

The aura of living beings triggered the sharp intent of weapons. Thousands of sharp blades moved like a school of fish and pointed at the city Master.

Instantly, an endless amount of sharp light hit him in the face, as if it would cut the city Master into pieces in the next moment.

The city Lord was unmoved and strode forward.

The ocean of soldiers seemed to have set off waves, and with them as the Arrowhead, they pushed deeper layer by layer. The snow-white cold light surged and splashed, whistling like a mountain.

As the city Lord went deeper, the weapons around him became fewer and fewer, but the power and intent contained within them became stronger and stronger.

Unknowingly, he seemed to have reached the end of the sea of soldiers. His surroundings were empty, with nothing at all.

The city Lord did not stop and continued to walk forward. After walking for a long time, a weapon finally appeared in the void in front of him.

It was a giant axe that was as tall as a mountain!