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

There were at least twenty or thirty cooks, each weighing several hundred kilograms.

Each one is equivalent to the Great Curtain General without the second transformation.

They spewed smoke from their seven orifices and charged with low growls.

Thousands of Yang Gods directly picked the gourds and aimed them at them.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Rays of sunlight shot out, like ribbons, wrapping around the cook.

A dozen or so cultivators chanted incantations, formed hand seals, and released a spell with each breath:

Fishing nets and ropes, along with plumes of smoke, whistled away, either entwining or enveloping the kitchen.

Another cultivator threw out a straw rope, spewing out magical power to land on it.

The next second, the straw rope transformed into a large, emerald-green snake, which opened its mouth and swallowed the cook whole.

The giant snake opened its mouth and swallowed beams of sunlight continuously.

The cook struggled inside the snake's belly, and with a snap, he tore open the snake's skin, attempting to crawl out.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bolts of lightning struck, blasting the cook inside.

Some cultivators unleashed spells; one cultivator threw out a magical artifact resembling a golden toad.

The magic and the magical artifact combined to form an even larger golden toad; this golden toad hopped and leaped, swallowing the giant snake and the cook in one gulp.

Quack! Quack!

The golden toad squatted on the ground and cried out to the sky!

Numerous Yang God cultivators unleashed multicolored flames to burn the golden toad; sunlight also penetrated the golden toad's belly, burning away evil.

An evil, rumbling sound came from inside the golden toad's belly.

Other cultivators also unleashed their own methods.

While many of these methods seem powerful, the most lethal is still the refined sunlight.

Nowadays, cultivators are all incredibly wealthy and powerful. They pour out buckets of sunlight, causing many cooks to scream in agony as they are burned.

More than twenty cooks, aided by the sunlight, were suppressed and rapidly weakened by over a hundred Body-type cultivators and three to four hundred Yang God-type cultivators.

The most severely injured of the evil cooks was already emitting blue smoke.

The remaining cultivators looked around warily, ready to prevent any accidents.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A round of applause rang out.

Many wary monks looked towards the window:

From the ruins, an evil, spherical shape rolled out.

As the evil rolled, lanterns, skulls, and other objects in the sky all floated over, then shone with light, illuminating it like searchlights.

This evil thing rolled around like a sesame ball, its body covered in arms.

Those arms held pots, pans, ladles, shovels, and other utensils; as they rolled, they clattered and clanged.

"Guests, do you find the cafeteria food unappetizing?"

Just as one of the cultivators was about to speak, Wang Quan suddenly said, "Let's attack together and trap him!"

"Kill him!"

He recognized the evil voice.

That was the first time he entered the cafeteria, and the evil one he was talking to.

When Wang Quan spoke, the many cultivators did not hesitate and immediately released their spells to kill him.

The spells can take many forms, such as fishing nets, chains, and smoke.

A cultivator with the Yang God cultivation level released sunlight from his gourd.

A monk cast an illusion.

Some cultivators cast spatial displacement spells, reversing the surrounding space and perception of evil.

Some cultivators released defensive magical artifacts, which wandered around, preparing to check for any omissions or deficiencies.

Wang Quan also began reciting scriptures for saving people.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The power of the Ferryman Sutra transformed into a blade of light, instantly slashing at evil.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

With a groan, it easily broke free from dozens of binding spells, snapped dozens of sealing artifacts, ignored all illusions and direction-reversing spells, and then rolled towards the throne like a millstone.

call out!call out!call out!

Defensive artifacts descended from the sky to block evil; but they were shattered the moment they collided with evil.

The king ascended into the air and continued reciting scriptures.

As a result, the evil sphere rose into the air and continued to crash.

Wang Quan rubbed his hands together and threw out dozens of [Illusory Moon Yin Lightning].

Boom! Boom!

Thunder and fire swept through, but evil still ignored the illusion and charged forward.

At this moment, a cultivator suddenly grabbed a tiger skin, wrapped it around himself, and transformed into a striped black tiger. He leaped beneath Wang Quan and shouted, "Ride me!"

"Focus on reciting the scriptures!"

Wang Quan felt slightly awkward.

Fortunately, the tiger was actually a female cultivator in disguise, so he could withstand it.

If it's a male cultivator in disguise, he says he absolutely refuses to ride it.

Thus, the tiger-like cultivator carried the royal power as he ran and leaped:

Sometimes it rushes up to the roof, sometimes it climbs up the pillars in the hall.

This evil, round ball, violently rammed into the roof, beams, pillars, and other structures.

Initially, its imposing presence terrified many cultivators, who feared they might be accidentally killed.

As a result, after a fierce fight and chase, many cultivators discovered:

Even though this evil creature could easily crash into them, it would intentionally or unintentionally slow down a little, giving the cultivators a chance to dodge.

Soon, many cultivators also discovered:

As long as they don't stand between it and the monarchy, the sphere ignores them.

"This evil, though fierce, actually doesn't have much killing intent."

"I feel that he is suppressing himself, hoping that we—no, he hopes that the royal power will completely convert him!"

They had not witnessed the scene of Wang Quan converting the general of the Great Tomb, but they had heard of it.

At the time, they assumed the monarchy was joking or talking nonsense to hide some secret.

It seems that, in a building, the most powerful evil must want to die.

Or rather, they all want to break free from the identity of evil.

The royal power's guide to saving people gave them just the right opportunity.

Soon, these monks mastered the skill.

They no longer cast spells of confusion or killing, nor did they use any magical artifacts of killing; instead, they used spells of trapping and obstruction.

One spell after another, like spider silk, coiled around evil from all directions.

Although this evil was rolling very fast, its speed was constantly reduced by the obstruction of thousands of Yang Gods and hundreds of Body Cultivators.

Thus, the tiger-like cultivator carrying the royal power found it even easier.

A sutra for guiding people...

Ten times...

One hundred times...

The arms on this evil sphere keep disappearing.

However, even after reciting the Sutra of Salvation a hundred times, he remained energetic.

Despite numerous obstructive spells, he could still easily shatter them.

"not enough!"

"Not enough!"

The evil sphere growled, a hint of desire flickering in its crimson eyes.

Wang Quan snapped his fingers, and another set of external elixirs appeared, continuing to replenish his magical power and chanting scriptures.

Ten times...

Fifty times...

A hundred times...

Click!Click!

The arms on the sphere emitted blue smoke and kept disappearing.

But even without evil speaking, the sense of royal power still wasn't enough.

However, he only had the thousand strands of magical power stored within his Yang God left.

With this little bit of magical power, I can only recite the sutra for saving people ten times; it's useless.

Is there still sunshine?

"Not many left!"

"Let all the sunlight out!"

"Does anyone have any external elixirs that replenish mana? Give me some mana replenishment."

"I have!"

A set of external pills to replenish mana hung behind Wang Quan's head, spinning and releasing countless strands of medicinal energy, ready to replenish mana at any time.

At this moment, a large amount of refined sunlight shines down.

The sphere wailed evilly, and its arms turned into blue smoke.

Wang Quan's lips moved faster as he recited the sutra for saving people once more.

finally:

The evil sphere shrunk to the size of a normal person.

When the third external elixir to replenish mana was exhausted, and when the last gourd of sunlight was depleted, the evil being emitted blue smoke from its entire body.

Thank you everyone!

From within the blue smoke, a man dressed in strange attire bowed and said, "Thank you all for helping me escape this sea of ​​suffering!"

"Thank you all for allowing me to be reincarnated!"