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

Crackling sounds!

Inside the vast underground palace, hundreds of unfinished magical artifacts hung high in the air, radiating boundless light.

A dozen bronze pillars appeared around the tentacles' vertical eyes, sprouting crimson chains that wrapped around them.

Some unfinished magical artifacts landed around the female cultivator who had used the tentacles, unleashing strange power to suppress them.

Click!

Click!

The female cultivator's bones shattered, and billowing black smoke billowed from her body.

Her face contorted in pain as she hissed in a low voice, "Let me go!"

"We're all on the same side, why did you ambush me?"

Pfft!

A cultivator wielded a spear, piercing her head and simultaneously penetrating the Yang Spirit within her inner realm: "[Alliance of the Strange Eyes] Ironclad Rule: Anyone who touches the Vertical Eye with their flesh and blood shall be killed without mercy."

"Look, you're emitting black smoke; you've been infected by the Vertical Eye."

The female cultivator twitched a few times and muttered to herself, "The black smoke is impurity in my Yang Spirit. You... you're bullying me!"

boom!

The female nun exploded, and numerous eyeballs appeared on her corpse.

A monk sighed, took the box, and after chanting incantations, the corpse covered in eyeballs shrank and fell into the box.

Click!

Click!

Several unfinished magical artifacts sealed the box, and several cultivators joined forces to escort it away.

The other cultivators glared at the vertical-eyed man with unfriendly expressions: "You bastard, are you still trying to mislead us?"

With a wronged expression, he said, "I was forced into it too."

"I refused, struggled, and begged; but she hit me with the magic weapon blank, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I gave in to her."

Many cultivators sneered, not believing a single word of it.

Several female cultivators sighed, "Yanyan, you've disappointed us greatly!"

"You'll have to take that spear attack yourself!"

"It's just a little painful, you'll get used to it eventually."

Vertical eye........

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A certain mountain, a certain manor:

Bald-headed Puzhao stared at the [Knowledge] intelligence agent before him, trembling all over: "So, Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, is going to continue cursing me to death?"

Several intelligence officers nodded in unison: "He said that once the attack begins, it won't stop!"

"Theoretically speaking, you are doomed!"

Bald Puzhao's eyes flashed with a fierce light at times, and despair at others: "Then, how can I fight for a chance to survive?"

Several intelligence agents smirked and said, "One million Qingfu, we'll help you figure out a way!"

Bald Puzhao did not respond immediately, but muttered to himself, "Even if I use all means, can I kill Wang Quan?"

An intelligence officer whispered, "Try to lock onto him first!"

Bald Puzhao visualized the king's appearance, cast a spell, and attempted to lock onto it.

As a result, all the locking spells were ineffective.

"Heh..." Bald Puzhao felt despair.

The intelligence officers reassured them, "We know many powerful monks."

"These cultivators might have a way to help you."

"And you, you only need to pay a small price."

call!

Bald Puzhao took a deep breath: "Help me contact someone."

Soon, an intelligence agent activated a magical artifact to contact a powerful cultivator. Someone nearby explained to the bald man, Puzhao, "This time, we are contacting a powerful individual whose true form can freely enter the second layer of the world."

"The opponent is only one step away from Foundation Establishment."

"His specialty is escorting Yin spirits and Yang spirits to the underworld for reincarnation, or possessing bodies for rebirth."

"If he's willing to help..."

Click!

A monk appeared on the mirror, a magical artifact.

The cultivator was riding a large gourd, carrying a gourd in his hand, and his body was covered with golden gourds.

"What's up?"

"Brother Dao, one of our clients was cursed to death by you, Brother Scattering Flowers. He couldn't withstand the last two curses and hopes that you can help him retain his memories and reincarnate in the underworld, or possess another body once."

The cultivator riding the gourd paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I won't interfere with what Brother Scattering Flowers wants to do!"

"Also, although I don't know exactly how skilled Brother Sahua is, if your client really wants to live, he'd better go and beg Brother Sahua for forgiveness in person."

"Otherwise, no one would dare to help him."

The intelligence officer from [Knowing] frowned: "Although Brother Sahua is quite capable, and although the second layer of the world is the main force among the main forces."

"But he is not omniscient!"

"You secretly help this client out this once, get a few hundred million worth of Qingfu to improve their meals, and nobody will know!"

The cultivator riding the gourd shook his head: "Brother Scattering Flowers made great contributions to the second layer of the world. He only wanted to kill someone in the real world, so let him do it!"

"To avoid upsetting him and delaying the progress in the second layer of the world!"

The intelligence officer sighed, "Fine, since that's the case, I'll try someone else."

The cultivator riding the gourd shook his head: "The hope is slim!"

Click!

The communication implements were dim and lifeless.

The intelligence officer looked at the bald man, Pu Zhao, and said, "Brother Dao, you see, you're in big trouble!"

"Should we contact other people?"

Bald man Pu Zhao's lips twitched: "Do I have to pay more?"

"Um!"

"Heh...Get lost!"

[Known] Intelligence Member: "Brother Dao, you always have to put on a last-ditch effort!"

"If you don't even struggle, how unjust would it be to die?"

The bald man, with a menacing growl, roared, "If I keep letting you swindle money, you'll be even more wronged!"

"Get out of here!"

"Hurry, please!"

Seeing this, the intelligence agents left dejectedly.

After leaving the manor, the intelligence agents sighed, "Fellow Daoist Puzhao is probably going to die."

"However, his estate... is quite unique. Should we sell his information?"

One intelligence officer shook his head: "Let's ask Fellow Daoist Scattering Flowers first; perhaps he'll accept this spoils of war."

The others nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

Inside the manor:

Bald Puzhao drove away the group of cultivators who were skilled in curses, nightmares, and other such methods.

The group of cultivators cursed and swore, "We agreed that regardless of whether we could block the curse, you would give us one-third of your assets."

"They won't even give us a single Qingfu (a type of insect), and they're already trying to drive us away?"

"Do you have any conscience?"

Bald Pu Zhao sneered: "No!"

"What? You're not convinced? You want to fight me?"

"I'm already a dead man, what am I afraid of?"

The group of cultivators were angry and helpless, and finally left cursing.

Before leaving, the cultivator skilled in curses pointed at the bald-headed Puzhao: "You bastard, you wait! If the Flower-Scattering Taoist can't kill you, I'll definitely find a way to kill you!"

Bald Puzhao sneered.

At dusk, he contacted a revenge organization and handed over all his assets and wealth to them:

"If I die, I can obtain everything by killing the Flower-Scattering Taoist King Quanzhe."

The members of the revenge organization twitched at the corners of their mouths and silently collected the money.

At this moment, Bald Puzhao's brain exploded. After attaching several more brains, he ignored everyone else and turned to enter an underground space.

This place is piled up with the bones of tens of thousands of spirits and humans; he kept hundreds of anomalies here.

When he entered, there were many unusual roars and cries.

Some of the anomalies even grabbed imprisoned humans at will and devoured them frantically, demonstrating their power.

The bald man grinned maliciously: "Everyone, from today onwards, you are free!"

"Go out and hunt down all living beings!"

He snapped his fingers to release all anomalies.

Snapped!

The sound echoed, but the unusually sealed cage remained closed.

Bald Puzhao was stunned: "Does that mean my magic won't work if I lose my brain?"

"But I also have a dozen or so extra brains plugged in!"

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers again.

As a result, the cage still wouldn't open.

What's going on?

At this moment, the figures of cultivators appeared behind him: "Fellow Daoist Puzhao, wouldn't it be better to die peacefully? Why did you release them to harm people?"

Why set up a revenge bounty for the Flower-Scattering Taoist?

"Who gave you the courage?"

Bald heads are everywhere...