I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

If he was really forced into a desperate situation, he should use his celestial technique!

As his thoughts raced, PEI Ling shook his head slightly. The nine great sects had extremely deep foundations and could not be underestimated!

He had originally thought that as long as he reached the mid-stage Dao integration realm, the sect leaders of the nine great sects would be no match for him even if they used techniques like the [ seven kills banner of disaster ].

But in the last battle, cen fangfu's [ WUFA Sky Seal ] had truly let him see the foundation of the nine great sects!

Even if his cultivation level had reached the late-stage Dao integration realm, the entire battle process would have been no different from that of an early-stage Dao integration cultivator!

Other than these, he should be back for the battle with the sword God and the SU Li Sutra!

When the time came, he could deliberately suffer some injuries and lure the SU Li Sutra to attack ...

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At the Arctic Dragon Sword sect.

On the peak of sword resting mountain.

Ling Yun stood tall above the sea of clouds.

The astral winds were strong and the ground was covered in a thick layer of ice. The chill was so strong that it seemed to freeze everything.

The entire peak of the mountain was empty, save for a dark and heavy flying sword, which was inserted into a light green Mountain rock.

The body of the sword and the mountain rocks were covered in ice and snow, falling down foot-long icicles like ice sculptures, looking very ordinary.

The astral winds howled, sweeping up countless ice shards. In an instant, the ice and snow were covered with dense, shocking marks of sharp blades.

Only the ice and snow on the sword remained intact and unaffected. It was as if the astral wind had subconsciously avoided it.

Step, step, step ...

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard as a bloodied figure walked up the mountain.

His body was tall and straight, but at this moment, there were crisscrossing sword marks all over his body. An uncountable amount of sword intent spread out and lingered, quickly spreading through his limbs and bones.

Looking back at the footprints behind him, every step was stained with blood. The winding road was shocking.

Du DU's eyes were focused on the ancestral sword stuck in the green stone. He wasn't the sect master, so he had to go through the test of sword resting mountain to get the sword!

Now that he had stepped through the layers of sword formations and reached the peak, he was qualified to take the sword.

Cheng Dun continued to move forward step by step. Blood dripped rapidly from the wounds on his body, instantly dyeing the snow under his feet red.

Every drop of his blood contained extremely pure sword essence.

Finally, Cheng Dun came to the bluestone. He tidied up his ragged clothes, knelt down respectfully, and solemnly said, " "The enemy is right in front of us. I, Cheng Dun, an unfilial disciple, ask the ancestral sword to come out and help us!"

The surrounding snow was raging and the wind was howling, but the ancestral sword didn't have any reaction.

Cheng Dun didn't say anything more and just knelt there.

It was extremely cold at the peak of the mountain. The sword intent of the ancestral sword that had been scattered here all year long scattered into the wind and snow, making the astral wind that was already like a knife to him even more brutal, constantly tearing at the wounds that were already so deep that his bones could be seen.

Du DU's expression didn't change at all, as if those dense sword wounds didn't come from his body at all.

After three days, Cheng Dun was on the verge of death. The sword marks on his body were pale due to excessive blood loss. Even though he was a Dao integration stage cultivator, he had already reached his limit and was barely holding on with his will.

At this moment, an old and calm voice finally sounded from the ancestral sword, " "Just this once!"

Cheng Dun immediately raised his head and said with determination, " "I only need this one time!"

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet and raised his hand to grab the hilt of his sword.

The moment he grabbed the hilt, all the injuries on his body recovered in the blink of an eye. Cheng Dun exerted a little force and pulled the sword out. He put it back into the sword case behind him and then disappeared.

... At the southwest corner of the swordsmanship sect.

Surrounded by the peaks, the mountain Mist was vast and the bottom could not be seen, but it was an abyss.

The abyss was unfathomably deep. Looking down, there was only the boundless clouds and smoke, and the sword essence soaring into the sky!

This was the sword comprehension abyss of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect. Other than the sect master, Grand elders, sword sons, and legacy disciples could all enter to comprehend the sword.

Cheng Dun's figure appeared above the abyss. In a flash, he disappeared into it.

A moment later, he stepped into the protective array at the bottom of the abyss.

The Grand Elder who was guarding the place was sitting in the air. After seeing him, he nodded slightly, but he didn't suspect anything at all. He just said indifferently, " "Don't go near the center of sword comprehension abyss."

"Grand Elder Huan yunzhen, who returned not long ago, is currently reforming his physical body there ..."

"Alright!" Cheng Dun saluted with a calm expression.

With that, he strode inside.

The sword intent here was so dense that it was almost tangible. Within the formation, there was a layer of thin veil-like mist that slightly blocked one's vision.

The sword cultivators were either sitting cross-legged on the ground, standing up to dance with their swords, pacing back and forth, or gesticulating ... All of them were fully focused on comprehending their sword intent. Even when they noticed Cheng Dun passing by, no one paid him any attention, much less glanced at him.

Soon, the number of people around Cheng Dun started to decrease.

He walked to the center of the sword comprehension abyss without any hesitation. Due to the reminder of the Grand Elder who was guarding the place, the place was extremely spacious. There were no cultivators who had comprehended sword essence nearby.

Among the smoke and clouds, there were five sword shadows of different shapes floating above the open space. From time to time, thunder and lightning would flash on the swords.

These five sword shadows were both real and illusionary. They didn't reveal any aura, but they gave people a kind of destructive spirit.

Under one of the sword shadows, which had a Lotus-shaped head and a series of twisted patterns on the back of the sword, a slender and graceful figure was sitting cross-legged.

The figure was wrapped in thick sword essence and countless sword Qi. It was like a heavy veil hanging down, hiding the figure's face.

Cheng Dun knew that this was the Grand Elder Huan Yun.

Right now, the other party was rebuilding his physical body and was far from returning to the path of Dao. It seemed like there was still some time left, so it would not affect his plan!

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes to look at the majestic, magnificent, and magnificent sword shadow in the center. Then, he cast an ancient and complicated spell and quickly grabbed it ...

After half an incense stick's time, Cheng Dun came out of the sword comprehension abyss. The Grand Elder who was guarding the place didn't notice anything wrong and let him leave.

He left the sword comprehension abyss without any hesitation and quickly left the school.

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On the cliff of the lone Peak.

In the cave.

On the Jade platform, he fuqiong's body was covered in frost and snow. His flying sword was suspended in mid-air and moved according to his long breath.

Just as the man and the sword were focused on their cultivation, a respectful voice suddenly came from outside the cave, " "Sect master, PEI Ling's letter of challenge has arrived."

He fuqiong opened his eyes and waved his hand. A letter of challenge appeared in his hand.

He opened the letter of challenge, took a casual look, and immediately said, " "The time will be three days later."

"The same as PEI Ling's previous three battles."

&Quot; as for the location ... We'll start the battle at wherever he is now. &Quot;