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

Pu Zhao, the bald man, looked behind him.

To his surprise, he discovered that all of these cultivators were actually the ones who were clearing out his assets.

These monks should have used his assets to recruit assassins to deal with Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist.

But now, why are you blaming yourself?

"Why...do you favor the monarchy?"

At this moment, Bald Puzhao couldn't help but blurt out his doubts.

The leading cultivator sneered, "If you can open up one safe zone after another for cultivators in the second layer of the world; if you dare to casually reveal your most secret techniques to everyone, then we will also side with you."

"But what did you do?"

"You are deliberately cultivating anomalies, researching anomalies, and even releasing anomalies to kill indiscriminately."

"Your actions are utterly beneath your dignity compared to Brother Scattering Flowers!"

"If we don't side with the Flower-Scattering Taoist, are we supposed to side with you?"

"Are you worthy?"

These words made Bald Pu Zhao blush with embarrassment: "You...you've gone too far!"

hehe.....

A group of cultivators sneered, and then the leader of the group took the token and contacted the king.

"Brother, that bald guy is trying to get revenge on you!"

"We've caught him."

"Should we clean him out?"

Not long after, a spark the size of an eyeball appeared in the sky.

The Mars spun wildly, expanding outwards to a size of two or three meters: at this moment, the outer Mars spun like a fiery wheel; the inner part was a huge mirror.

His bald head shone brightly as he stared intently into the mirror, where he saw a colorful cloud of smoke.

The smoke and clouds churned and transformed into seventy-two columns of smoke that shot into the sky; above the smoke and clouds were incense tables, incense burners, tea, and other items; a Taoist priest sat upright to one side.

The Taoist priest, dressed in a white robe and with his hair tied up high, was gathering rays of the setting sun to refine his magical power.

A flower fairy was brewing tea and pouring water, while another flower fairy was guiding cigarettes under the Taoist's nostrils, slowly pushing the cigarettes into his nostrils.

Flower fairies fanned the Taoist priest, while others played musical instruments and sang, scattering petals in a melodious and enchanting manner.

"Scattering Flower Taoist... Wang Quan!" Bald Puzhao gritted his teeth: "I have never offended you."

Wang Quan glanced at him and said calmly, "Does it matter?"

"We've fought, and I've cursed you to death; if you don't die, you'll surely take your revenge!"

As he spoke, he looked at the cultivator who had contacted him: "Fellow Daoist Ma, thank you very much!"

The monk laughed heartily, "It's nothing!"

"It was nothing!"

"Brother Daoist, behold our skills!"

With the next breath, he snapped his fingers.

call out!call out!call out!

One by one, magical artifacts rose into the air: some sealed off space, some immobilized people, some created illusions, some sealed off magical power, and some generated curses.

Some cultivators even chanted incantations and unleashed spells:

Whether it's thunder and fire, misty smoke, or a dazzling galaxy, etc.

These spells are mostly used to trap people, spirits, and illusions.

Combined with various magical artifacts, they suppressed the attack all at once.

With a scream, all the magical artifacts and talismans on his body unleashed their power to resist the surrounding magical artifacts and spells.

At the same time, the many brains he had plugged in emitted billowing white smoke and began racking their brains to think of ways to escape.

With a breath, he opened his mouth and spewed out a burst of flames, then leaped into the flames, preparing to escape far away.

As a result, in the next breath, a cultivator slapped the back of his head and released a spell like "Great Capture" to snatch away Lieyan.

Bald Puzhao stomped his feet, and yellow dust billowed up beneath his feet, swirling around him and pulling him underground.

One of the cultivators sneered and pointed: "Turn soil into steel."

Click!

Bald Puzhao landed with both feet, but not only did he fail to get inside, he also twisted his ankle.

He grunted and exhaled another gust of wind.

As a result, someone threw out a bright pearl, which stopped the wind.

Suddenly, the bald man burst forth with the light of the sun and moon and fled into the distance.

As a result, as soon as the light of the sun and moon appeared, a cultivator waved his command flag and shattered the light.

At that moment, Bald Puzhao broke down: "You guys planned this all along!"

Many cultivators sneered and remained silent, staring intently at him.

No matter what spell he casts, a cultivator will immediately break it or interrupt it.

Wang Quan, seeing this scene through the magical mirror, nodded repeatedly.

He had previously fought other cultivators remotely, but his opponents were not very skilled and he could easily defeat them.

However, upon seeing Matthew and his group, he suddenly realized:

A group of well-coordinated orthodox cultivators, their methods were surprisingly profound.

This was the first time he had ever seen orthodox cultivators fighting.

This bald man, Puzhao, possessed extraordinary abilities, unleashing a myriad of strange and wonderful spells to withstand the pressure from the cultivators and continuously attempt to break through.

Wang Quan analyzed his many experiences and methods, constantly simulating and deducing in his mind.

"Their methods are all very mysterious, but I feel that their magic is still not powerful enough."

"If I were to cast the same spell, I could either break through their defenses or kill them!"

"It wouldn't take that long at all!"

"There's no need to use so many spells and magical artifacts!"

One breath...

Thirty breaths...

One hundred breaths...

boom!

Several bolts of lightning broke through Puzhao's defenses, struck his head, and exploded with a bang.

The headless corpse, its head gleaming, fell to the ground, from which a spirit emerged and took flight.

As a result, seven or eight fishing nets and four or five boxes were suspended high, directly trapping the Yang spirit.

In the next breath, two cultivators unleashed the Yin-Yang Millstone spell:

The two black and white millstones turned upside down, grinding down the all-illuminating Yang God bit by bit.

The bald man screamed in agony and cursed the king.

Royal power is ignored.

He pleaded again.

The royal power remained unmoved.

Finally, in despair, Bald Puzhao cried out, "Wang Quan, if you treat me this way today, you will surely suffer the same fate one day!"

Even if I die, I'll splatter your blood!

As he spoke, his Yang spirit burned intensely, transforming into a wisp of scarlet smoke that tried to pass through the mirror and land on Wang Quan.

The king sighed.

In an instant, hundreds of spells flashed through his mind. He then chose the most powerful one, activated his magic, and chanted Taoist scriptures.

More than a dozen Taoist phrases were uttered, and more than a dozen streams of magical power ignited.

With the next breath, white light flew out of his mouth, passed through the magic mirror, and landed on the red smoke.

The white light transformed into threads that wove together, forcefully enveloping the scarlet smoke, then continuously shrinking until it finally dissipated as a wisp of blue smoke.

"Your magic is inferior to mine!"

"Your magic is no match for mine!"

"Why did you splatter blood all over me?"

The king disdained it.

At this moment, the cultivator surnamed Ma smiled and said, "Brother Dao, it's perfect to entrust this guy's assets to us for liquidation."

"The accounting will be done first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Just come and receive it when the time comes, fellow Daoist!"

Wang Quan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Those things are all yours!"

"I don't want to!"

"However, after you take over his assets, you must clean up those irregularities!"

The cultivator surnamed Ma was astonished: "Brother Sahua, this manor was built using construction techniques, its value..."

Wang Quan shook his head: "You helped me clean up this bald head, so you should get paid."

"Consider this my payment!"

Many cultivators felt a warm glow in their hearts: "As expected of a great figure, he truly knows how to be generous!"

"But I like it!"