Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

While the burning flames cannot severely damage the anomalies, they can suppress their activities, causing them to become averse to or injured.

At this moment, something unusual climbed up to the attic, and from somewhere pulled out a large black flag, which it began to shake vigorously.

"Brothers and sisters, enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Many unusual things made him roll his eyes.

Nonsense, with fire raging, how could we not know about the enemy attack?

The question is, where is the enemy?

On the large ship, the hunchbacked old man secretly watched Wang Quan.

He noticed that Wang Quan frowned as he gazed at the distant river.

"Are my meager skills not good enough for him?"

"Since that's the case..."

The hunchbacked old man gave the order in a deep voice: "Begin the attack!"

call out!

call out!

One by one, black donkey hooves leaped into the air, transforming into streaks of black light that shot towards the mirror and appeared at the bottom of the river.

At the same time, a cultivator patted the gourd, and streams of black dog blood, rooster blood, and other substances refined by the Great Sun followed.

This blood turned into wind and rain, pelting down on every corner of the riverbed.

It landed on the abnormal object, which was emitting black smoke.

The smoke landed on the buildings, and the buildings quickly began to emit black smoke, as if afraid of falling behind.

One after another, black donkey hooves, like streaks of light, slammed down on the strange head.

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, the abnormal heads were smashed flat, and they rolled on the ground in pain.

Something unusual was found hidden in the attic; use all available means to rescue the unfortunate friend.

Just as they were resuscitating a few people, several black donkeys rushed in and started smashing them.

In an instant, the anomalies at the bottom of the river were thrown into chaos and left in a sorry state.

However, neither the hunchbacked old man nor the other cultivators were happy; instead, their expressions were solemn.

because:

In the past, when they used this method, they would have already cleared out the anomalies, or at the very least severely damaged them.

As it turned out, the anomaly at the bottom of the river, though it looked messy, was actually harmless.

They didn't even launch any resistance or counterattack in the abnormal domain.

"What are these anomalies doing?"

Why haven't their anomalous domains been explored?

The hunchbacked old man felt uneasy.

He subconsciously looked at Wang Quan: "Fellow Daoist, the abnormality down below seems to indicate that something is being prepared. I'm afraid we can't handle it."

"Why don't you just make a move?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "You continue your attacks, my attacks will come shortly."

The hunchbacked old man gritted his teeth and ordered his many companions to speed up the attack.

Attacks such as lightning, black donkey hooves, rooster blood, and even the recently popular sunlight all rained down on the anomaly below.

The round-faced Taoist nun said in confusion, "It looks very lively; we have the upper hand!"

Why is he still so nervous?

"Could it be that these strange entities are preparing a major attack?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Possibly!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and walked from the boat towards the river: "However, whether or not Anomaly is holding back a big move is no longer important!"

Round-faced Taoist nun: "Huh?"

"You want to go into the water?"

Wang Quan remained silent. He stood on the river and casually took out the largest money bag.

Then, he chanted Taoist incantations, and streams of magical power burned forth.

With the next breath, the money pouch emptied and opened:

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A large amount of green coins poured out and fell from it.

At the same time, Wang Quan squatted down, one hand falling into the river water, while the other hand quickly wrote text on the river surface.

Inside the inner realm, magical power was being depleted.

With a single breath, all one hundred strands of magical power were consumed.

In ten breaths, a thousand strands of magical power were completely exhausted.

With a single turn, the outer core appeared, instantly replenishing his mana.

Then continue consuming.

A thousand ways....

Five thousand paths...

Ten thousand paths...

Millions of coins flowed from the purse and fell to the bottom of the river.

Many cultivators saw through the mirror that numerous fallen Qingfu (a type of mythical creature) were burning at the bottom of the river, emitting a hazy blue light, before disappearing into thin air.

Many people are wondering: "Does this mean they're going to bribe the freaks?"

"But...the anomalies shouldn't cost money, right? They're probably only good for killing and eating people!"

The round-faced Taoist nun's heart skipped a beat: "This is... the 'Money Can Move Gods' spell?"

"Money can move mountains" is a rather uncommon spell among the 108,000 spells in the Lower Temple.

Because using this spell consumes too much money.

Most cultivators are poor and miserable. They all think about using magic to make money and cultivate. Who would be willing to spend money to cast spells?

Therefore, there are very few practitioners.

However, this spell is very powerful.

As long as you have money and enough magical power, the power will be great.

The only drawback is that the spell has a very long wind-up.

It is rarely used in magical duels.

The green worm burns, consuming magical power.

A roar echoed from the riverbed.

Then, mountain-like ridges appeared on the riverbed.

These mounds are only three or four feet high, meandering and extending towards the mountains on both sides, following the direction of the water flow.

Money can move mountains; it is blessed by countless magical powers.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the first ridge merged with the mountains along the river.

The cultivators on the mountain felt the peak beneath their feet tremble slightly, but nothing else happened.

Many people thought they were hallucinating.

However:

The strange creatures that were scurrying about at the bottom of the river, baring their teeth, suddenly changed their expressions drastically.

because:

In that instant, they felt the damage from the black donkey's hooves suddenly increase several times.

"What happened?"

Before they could figure it out, the second wave of attacks struck, and they suffered even more severe injuries.

The anomaly waving the black flag ripped off the black donkey hoof stuck in its head and crushed it: "Stop toying with humans! Unleash your domain and wipe them out!"

Numerous unusual screams erupted, and billowing black, white, and gray smoke billowed from their bodies. Following a mysterious magical connection, they directly locked onto the hunchbacked old man and his companions.

In the next breath, colorful smoke billowed from the mirror hanging above the ship.

The smoke, like water, flowed down, threatening to engulf the large ship.

The other large ships around, witnessing this scene, immediately retreated in terror: "An anomaly has attacked!"

"Hurry up!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The large ship weighed anchor and raised its sails; a monk used a gourd to release a strong wind, which billowed the sails as he fled.

The hunchbacked old man and the others looked grim.

After so many of our brutal attacks, you still dare to retaliate?

"You're not giving me face?"

The hunchbacked old man growled, "Set up an anti-magic ritual!"

Click!

The box traveled far and wide, leaving behind a trail of materials wherever it went.

The hunchbacked old man, accompanied by seven or eight cultivators, released their magical power and activated the ritual to seal off the abnormal area.

As a result, the ritual materials burned, unleashing their power, and after barely blocking the various colored smokes for a single breath, they exploded with a deafening roar.

Whoosh!

The ritual materials exploded and turned to ashes, and more colorful smoke flowed out of the mirror, threatening to engulf the large ship.

The hunchbacked old man looked up at the sky and sighed, "Indeed, we are just cannon fodder."

"Fellow Daoists, when disaster strikes, let each flee for their own lives!"

As he spoke, he leaped onto the magical artifact and transformed into a streak of light, hurtling away into the distance.

The box also picked up the things on the ground, then stuck two bird wings on itself, turning into a bird box, and took off to chase after them.

The other cultivators either summoned clouds or raging winds, then turned and ran.

The boat captain and many other cultivators and spirits who had cultivated their demonic powers pleaded, "Don't go!"

"Aren't you all cannon fodder? Cannon fodder should die in battle!"

"You must continue to resist and fulfill your duty as cannon fodder; let us escape first!"

A monk shoved the captain aside and dashed to the side of the ship, shouting, "Sorry, cannon fodder doesn't want to die either!"

"Everyone, let's run!"

He leaped up, performed a triple somersault in mid-air, and then plunged into the river with a splash.

With the next breath, the river surged, and a beam of water swept over the cultivator, rushing away into the distance.

Upon seeing this, the round-faced Taoist nun jumped up and cursed, "You beasts! You'll have your wages docked if you run away!"

"Take it, it's better than death!"

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