I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

This painting was a painting of the void outside the region.

In the gray-black void, there were meteorites everywhere, and storms and vortexes were formed near and far. In the dangerous turbulent undercurrent, an old man in a mysterious robe with golden patterns stood proudly with his sleeves fluttering.

Her white hair was loose and danced wildly with the void storm. Her snow-white eyebrows flew to her temples and her eyes were blood-red as if they contained a sea of blood. The big hand was holding a three-meter-tall scepter. The scepter was white and seemed to be made of the leg bone of some alien race. The top of the scepter was inlaid with nearly a hundred Kasaya of different sizes. In each Kasaya, there was a faint Soul Fire burning, illuminating the void.

The old man\'s aura was vast and majestic, like ten thousand mountains pressing down.

PEI Ling merely swept a glance and felt a strong sense of danger!

\'Fu Qiong\' stood in front of the scroll and looked at the old man. He said in a deep voice, " "This is \'eternal evil\',"

"Da Cheng stage cultivation."

"Sixty-fourth tribulation."

64 tribulations?

PEI Ling\'s heart skipped a beat. His master Yao qingying had told him that in the entire Pan Xu world, the number of cultivators at the 64th tribulation stage could be counted on the fingers of one hand!

And his master Yao Qing Ying was one of them.

He didn\'t know anything about the others!

This Grandmaster eternal evil was one of them?

But then, he heard Fu Qiong continue, " "\'Eternal evil\' was the guide to the path of immortality two days ago, and he died in the floating life chess game."

The 64th tribulation of the introduction to the path of Immortals had fallen in the floating life chess game?

PEI Ling was extremely surprised, but he saw that "Fu Qiong" had no intention of staying any longer and continued to walk forward. He immediately followed.

Not long after, another picture scroll appeared in front of them.

The painting was dark and heavy, like a mist covering the sky, but there was no one.

"This painting is mine," Fu Qiong said indifferently.

After saying that, he didn\'t say anything more and continued to move forward.

Step, step, step ...

PEI Ling followed closely behind.

Soon, a picture scroll appeared in the air. It was a forest of tombstones at the foot of the mountain. The tombstones were of different heights and styles. Some were luxurious and inlaid with gold. Some were simple and crude, only half a tree trunk; There were also some that were weird and weird, but they were made of bones ...

PEI Ling\'s gaze turned to the mountain behind the Stele Forest. Only then did he realize that it was not a mountain, but an incomparably majestic giant stele!

Its color was as black as ink, and it seemed to be pure without any impurities. Only by carefully examining it could one see that the entire body of this giant monument was engraved with dense runes, which were moving quickly like living things.

At the top of the giant monument stood an old man in a brocade robe. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering.

His face was full of wrinkles, and the droopy corners of his mouth were like the trajectory of a sharp blade in the air, revealing a sharp and merciless intent. He wore a golden crown on his head and a piece of flawless spiritual Jade on his waist. Even though the Jade was in the painting, it still looked very bright and bright. Although he was dressed luxuriously, he did not look vulgar. Instead, he had an indescribable elegance that only came from a pampered life since childhood.

His eyes were as cold and sharp as a blade as he looked out of the picture scroll. The murderous and cold aura was like a surging flood that was about to break out of the picture scroll and roar.

Fu Qiong said calmly,"this" evil of fortune "is also a Mahayana stage."

"He\'s the ascender from the previous immortal path."

&Quot; what\'s in the picture now is the spiritual sense and inheritance that he left behind before he ascended. &Quot;

&Quot; the inheritance of an ascender will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary ancestral Masters. &Quot;

&Quot; ordinary juniors can\'t get their recognition. &Quot;

"If you had ascended to the position of sect master back then, you would have been able to obtain the recognition of the ascendants" inheritance ..."

"In addition, every time the immortal path opens, the junior can come and awaken the spirit sense of the Ascended seniors and inquire about the situation in the upper realm."

"However, the price is very high."

Hearing this, PEI Ling\'s expression turned solemn.

The divine sense left behind by the ancestral master who had already ascended ... This was the true divine sense of an immortal!

\'Fu Qiong\' continued to move forward, and a new scroll appeared at the side of the bloody path.

In the painting, it was a scene in the dark night. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, the forests were quiet, and the birds and beasts were not startled.

A graceful figure stood in the air. Her face was completely hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly. Only her eyes were bright and resplendent, as bright as a demon.

Her slender white hands stretched out from the cloak of the green ground twined branch Mandela. She opened her five fingers to the sky, and a cluster of light green flames floated above her palm.

The flame was only the size of a bean and was extremely tiny compared to the mountains. However, it had an aura that could burn the heavens and destroy the earth. It was as if the entire world could be burned to ashes by it.

Looking at the flame for just a moment, PEI Ling actually felt heat rising around his body, as if he was in a sea of fire.

"This is Xuan tan," Fu Qiong said.

"He\'s a failure of Ascension."

&Quot; but it was still a Mahayana stage after all. The spiritual will it left behind still has some spirituality. &Quot;

"I\'ve once studied her inheritance."

After saying that, he continued to walk forward.

Another portrait appeared in their line of sight. Without stopping,\'Fu Qiong\' introduced, " "He\'s also a failure of Ascension."

"A junior has comprehended the inheritance."

"It\'s a pity that the Junior\'s aptitude and luck were a bit lacking, and he was unable to transcend his tribulation, resulting in his death at the Dao integration stage."

As his robes flitted across the blood-colored path, Fu Qiong\'s voice could be heard from time to time, " "This person is also an ascender."

"It\'s the same as the \'curse of fortune\', I\'ve already succeeded."

"No junior has ever comprehended the inheritance of his spirit sense."

"We still need to wait for the next heaven\'s favorite to arrive."

"This is the ascendant, the fallen floating chess game."

"There are several people who have inherited his legacy."

&Quot; but most of them have died. There are only two people left, and they are the sect\'s Grand elders. &Quot;

"This is ..."

After a while, the blood under Fu Qiong\'s feet stopped spreading. In front of him was the empty void, as vast as the outer realm.

PEI Ling noticed that the vast sea of soul lamps below had disappeared without him knowing.

In its place was a dark, mirror-like body of water.

This water was extremely vast, like the deep sea, but there were no ripples at all.

If not for his perception, he would have suspected that it was a whole piece of black glass.

In the void above the black water, there was a huge portrait floating.

This portrait was much larger than all the portraits he had seen before, and it seemed to have the power to support the heavens and earth.

The painting was glittering and translucent, with thousands of lights shining in all directions like a sun in the sky. It reflected the ink-black water below.

Spirit stones!

Top-grade spirit stones!

An uncountable number of best-grade spirit stones!

As far as the eye could see, the entire scroll was filled with pure top-grade spirit stones, which were overflowing with spiritual Qi. They piled up into mountains, and even such a huge picture seemed unable to contain all of them.

At the peak of the mountain of spirit stones stood a man in linen clothes.

It was different from all the previous portraits. In the previous portraits, even though the patriarch\'s face was hidden and could not be seen clearly, he was facing outward, looking at the newcomer.

However, he could only see the back of this figure.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he would float away in the next moment.

Its aura was pure, as if it was one with the many spirit stones. It was as if it was a huge Supreme-grade spirit stone mine.

Fu Qiong stopped at the end of the blood path and looked up at the figure in linen clothes. He said with a serious expression, " "This is the founder of the sage sect."

"Ancestral master \'Zhongming\'."

&Quot; in the last years of the ancient times, the alien races were in chaos. Ghosts ran wild and \'strange\' things emerged one after another. We humans were as insignificant as grass, and the fate of our race was on the verge of collapse. &Quot;

&Quot; the patriarch stepped forward, exterminated thousands of races, cut the divine Tree, suppressed the nine nether, sealed the fallen Immortals ... &Quot;

"Ancestral master \'Zhong Ming\' is one of the nine undying beings in this world!"

At this point,\'Fu Qiong\'s\' mind stirred. He immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to PEI Ling. &Quot; after you transcend the Tribulation, leave your divine sense and inheritance in the scroll. &Quot;

&Quot; when that time comes, this painting will remain in the legacy Hall. Just like all the previous grandmasters of glory sect, no matter if they are Dead or Alive, they will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the legacy. &Quot;

"We share the ancient times with the sect!"

Hearing this, PEI Ling immediately returned to his senses and respectfully said, " "This disciple will obey!"

He first bowed respectfully, then bent down and caught the painting with both hands ...