I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Ji Changfu stood in the air and looked around.

After sizing up the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place was the abyss of the dream, and there were many " original Immortals " who lived here. Moreover, their cultivation was generally strong.

In the dream world of the fallen immortal's origin, the abyss was divided into nineteen levels.

With every level down, the strength of the 'original deity' would increase.

The cultivation base of those at the bottom of the abyss had reached an unimaginable level.

However, compared to the starry sky, the dangers of the abyss were nothing.

After all, in the starry sky, the " old immortal ", who was more dangerous than the " original immortal, " was sleeping. In addition, there were also the most powerful three pillar Immortals in the fallen immortal's dream realm!

Thinking of this, Ji Changfu sensed it carefully and quickly frowned.

GUI hengqiu and Chu mo were also in the abyss. Although they were on a different level, they had become his followers as they had a close relationship with him.

However, Junior Brother Kang was nowhere to be found?

What was going on?

Ji Changfu muttered to himself. The natural born sect determined one's status based on one's background, and there was a great disparity between each level of background.

Because of this, he was the young Cult Master, while GUI hengqiu, Chu mo, and Kang shaoqi were only core disciples. They were his subordinates in the present world, bound by the sect rules and recognized by his principles.

According to the rules of the multi-thread dream realm, these three junior brothers and sisters should have automatically become his subsidiary Immortals the moment they entered the dream realm.

But now, how did Junior Brother Kang get rid of this?

He could not help but frown. &Quot; one person is missing ... Forget it. As long as he's not dead, we'll be able to find him. &Quot;

&Quot; we entered the desert in a hurry and lacked the support of the reincarnation tower. It's much more dangerous than when father came. &Quot;

"It wasn't easy to get in here, I can't fail at the last step."

"I have to complete this transformation before the sect discovers that I've lost my cultivation!"

"Otherwise ..."

Thinking of his brothers and sisters, Ji Changfu's eyes turned cold.

At this moment, he heard a desperate plea, " &Quot; Fu Nian ...... Danger in

"Wei ... Cupped my hands ... I swear to myself, to rid myself of lecherous ... The will of an ant ... Until death ... Without duty ... I swear."

&Quot; ... Weisi godhood ... Wish to descend ... Miasma ... Illness ... Longevity test ... &Quot;

"Fu Nian ... Long long ... Fu Yong ... Praying ... Giving Beauty inside ... Beauty outside ... Prosperity ..."

After listening for a while, Ji Changfu recalled one of the prayers.

Immediately, a scene appeared in his mind: It was a young girl in her late twenties.

Her dress was gorgeous, her hair was full of hair accessories, and the pair of jade bracelets on her wrists were like pure spring water. One look at her and one could tell that she was born into a rich family.

However, his skin was dark, his waist was as thick as a water bucket, and his appearance was very ugly.

At this moment, he was kneeling alone in a room with its doors and windows tightly shut. He was crying and praying softly.

Ji Changfu's point of view was the deity position she was kowtowing to.

He didn't open his mouth. After observing for a while, he gathered a bit of power in the air and wrote the word " float " in front of the girl.

This was his honorific title.

The girl saw it from the corner of her eye and looked up. She immediately sucked in a cold breath and screamed, " &Quot; the immortal has appeared!! &Quot;

This shout quickly alarmed all the maidservants outside. Everyone was separated by the door and did not hear it clearly. They only thought that something had happened to the young lady. In a hurry, they swarmed in and saw the "Fu" word clearly.

Not long after, the entire Fu Li Palace was shocked. Looking at the fu word that appeared out of thin air, they had different expressions. Some were surprised, some were confused, and some were scared. They looked at each other and then turned pale with shock."The immortals!"

"This is an immortal ruin ..."

&Quot; the immortal responded to the young lady ... &Quot;

​ "It's Fu ya immortal?"

"What did miss ask for?"

Upon seeing this, Ji Changfu retracted his gaze, but he did not fulfill the other party's wish.

He didn't plan to fulfill any of his wishes at the moment. He only planned to spread his honorific name.Follow current s on ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

It would only be officially answered when the mortal prayed for this honorific title.

Because he was not the only one who could hear the prayers that lingered in his ears.

If he attacked rashly, he would easily expose his tracks.

Then, Ji Changfu took out a drop of blood.

This was the blood of the crazy demons of the alien race living in the desert of eternal night.

At present, in the fallen immortal's dream realm, all the magic treasures and talismans in the present world could not be used.

But the materials from the eternal night desert were not limited.

Ji Changfu wrote GUI hengqiu and Chu Mo's real names and honorific names in the air with the blood of the foreign mad demon. Then, he began to draw an extremely complicated rune with the names as the center.

He had just entered the dream realm, he did not have enough immortal seats, he could not cross the vast distance to contact his immortal followers. He could only use the blood of the demonic beast to cast the water mirror technique to contact his junior brothers and sisters.

After a long while, the drawing was completed. Ji Changfu casually made hand seals, and the runes immediately activated two blood-red water mirrors, each reflecting the figures of GUI hengqiu and Chu mo.

Looking at the two of them, he ordered, " &Quot; don't bother with the prayers. Focus on investigating the abyss and find the 'origin immortal' that we can deal with. &Quot;

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In the starry sky.

In the boundless void, countless stars were quietly floating.

Yu Xue Zhao opened her eyes and looked around. She didn't see her dog's owner and was slightly puzzled, but soon, she no longer paid attention to such a small matter.

After all, she was already used to being abandoned by the dog's owner ...

At this moment, she heard a plea in her ears, " &Quot; Wei Xianxi ... The head of the Jiang family ... May the high God be merciful ... Bless the eldest son with spiritual light ... Fall without any responsibility ... Be careful with your words. &Quot;

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"I ... True sage ... I'm willing to do what I can and do what I can ..."

"The Nan family is young ... They are often worried, but they are happy ... I wish ... To live in peace ..."

Eh?

What was this?

Yu Xue Zhao looked around, but other than the seemingly endless sea of stars, there was nothing. However, the prayers continued to rush into her ears like a tide.

She listened with curiosity, but she didn't have any concept of fame.

Thus, after patiently listening for a moment, Yu Xue Zhao's attention quickly fell on the prayer for rain.

The next moment, a piece of cracked land appeared before her eyes.

Thousands of miles of barren land, the people had no means of living.

On the city wall of a certain city, on a sacrificial altar decorated with flowers and brocade, three animals were listed, as well as melons and fruits.

Several officials in black silk robes were sweating profusely. They knelt not far away with solemn expressions, looking at a priest in front of the sacrificial table. His feet were tied, and he was wearing a feather cloak. A magical artifact engraved with runes was tied to his waist.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the bell, the priest was performing a Sacrificial Dance with all his might.

"Sacrifice!"

After a wild dance, the burly priest, whose face was red and sweat was pouring down like rain, shouted sternly, " "Sacrifice to the gods ..."

Before he could finish his words, the name plates on the backs of several prisoners who had been pushed to the ground were taken away. The executioners 'expressions were serious as they pulled out, swung, and sheathed their blades at the same time ...

Several large heads rolled to the ground along with a pillar of blood.

Someone immediately rushed up and picked up the head. After a simple wipe, he put it on an Ebony Gold painted plate and quickly brought it to the altar on the top of the city wall.