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

In the unseen layers:

The bald head is undergoing an unusual transformation.

He saw the king leave, and saw the monks burn his flesh, hair, and other parts with raging fire. Finally, they released some monsters that ate his ashes.

"Heh, no matter how meticulous you are, you never imagined that I could transform into an anomaly."

"Just you wait. Once I've fully become an anomaly, I'll lead an army of anomalies and make you... uh..."

Bald Puzhao, who was gritting his teeth and waiting for revenge, suddenly froze.

Because he saw a group of cultivators taking out large gourds.

Click!

A monk opened the gourd, and a ray of sunlight shot out from it.

The sunlight soared into the sky, transforming into a golden wild boar spirit: [Afei Sunlight, high yield, high purity, your best choice for cleansing abnormalities, evil, and filth!]

[Anyone else or spirit is fine, including me, Afei!]

The next breath, the golden sunlight shone down on the abnormal boar spirit.

It screamed in agony, struggled, and tried to escape.

But even more refined sunlight roared and raged.

One by one, the gourds were opened:

[Forrest Gump Sunshine—Your Loyal Companion!]

【Abin Sunshine - Light! Light! Light!】

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

One after another, the animals were abnormal, wailing incessantly under the sunlight.

They struggled frantically, trying to escape.

However, the magical cage designed by Bald Puzhao trapped them tightly.

In the corner, Bald Puzhao witnessed this scene and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

"How could this happen?"

At that moment, he felt both angry and relieved.

Because he is not yet an anomaly, he does not exist in the real world, and the sunlight cannot reach him.

He survived.

But he wasn't happy at all.

He watched helplessly as those cultivators, like locusts, plundered all the resources he had painstakingly accumulated over decades.

What's even more outrageous is that this group of people even used magic to move the foundation of the house.

Chains descended from the clouds, dragging the houses and foundations built by architectural techniques away into the distance.

As dawn broke, he saw that the mountain was full of pits and holes.

When the first wisp of purple aura appeared between heaven and earth, the phenomenon of everyone being bald officially became abnormal.

He closed his eyes, sensing the changes that followed his transformation into an anomaly.

He discovered that the memories he had painstakingly preserved were being devoured by something unknown; although those memories would reappear quickly after being devoured, he felt that they were no longer his own memories, but rather a story.

He reads stories and rediscovers himself.

"The people I hated most in my life were Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist! And that group of disloyal assassins!"

"Heh... I'll make them pay the price!"

"However, before that, I'll find some of their own kind to subdue and make them work for me."

"I'll recruit soldiers, raise my banner, and become a local tyrant!"

Gah!Gah!Gah!

He laughed loudly, and thick black smoke billowed from his body.

Within the black smoke, internal organs swirled and churned; those organs sprouted hands and feet, constantly burrowing into his body: "Let us in!"

"It's so cold outside!"

Abnormally widespread illumination.....

Ignoring the internal organs inside his body, he was preparing to recruit soldiers when his head suddenly exploded.

boom!

It felt like an arrow was about to pierce through and erase his existence.

"Is that the Flower-Scattering Taoist's 'Seven Days of Killing'? That scoundrel! He clearly saw me burned to ashes and eaten by countless monsters; why is he still cursing me to death?"

The power of the curse eroded his abnormal body, attempting to erase him completely.

However, the anomaly is ultimately neither a yin nor a yang spirit; it has extremely high resistance to curses.

An abnormal body fights against the curse of royal power.

Bian Qipuzhao said smugly, "The Flower-Scattering Taoist is nothing special!"

But in the next instant, its expression suddenly froze.

Because a spear appeared out of nowhere and fell from the sky.

Pfft!

The spear pierced its body, causing it to wail in pain; it frantically tried to fight back, but to no avail.

He was terrified, ran around, and fled.

However, no matter where they fled, they could not escape the spears.

One...

Three.....

Five...

When the fifth spear pierced his head, billowing blue smoke rose from Bie Puzhao's body.

At this moment, the memory of the unusually bright light changed once again.

He remembered everything, then looked in the direction of the royal power:

"What a ruthless person!"

"After I died, I was struck twice more!"

"You won't give up until I'm dead!"

In the short span of a breath, his mind was filled with memories of the past. Finally, he sighed and vanished completely as he turned into wisps of smoke.

On Linjiang Mountain:

Wang Quan sat upright on the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, continuing his magic.

Having just gathered the purple energy, he activated the Yang spirit within the courtyard and directly shot down the final curse.

After the shooting was over, he worried that if Bald Puzhao didn't die, he might become abnormal. Therefore, he recited the sutra for saving people once to test it out.

Unexpectedly, after trying it once, I actually gained good karma.

However, he continued reciting.

After five times, having gained some good karma and sensing a slight improvement in his Yang spirit, he knew that Puzhao was completely dead.

The flesh and blood body is the first to die!

This is the second time Yang Shen has died!

This last one was death after transforming into an anomaly!

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air.

He didn't care about the death of Bald Puzhao.

That's how the world of cultivation is.

Fighting and killing often result in harm to innocent people.

One suspicion is that cursing targets is also common.

As for whether the other party was wronged?

He didn't care, and he didn't pay any attention.

"Now, only the tentacles and vertical eyes remain!"

"I wonder how much longer you can hold on!"

After adjusting his state and preparing various materials for the spell, Wang Quan began reciting the sutra for saving sentient beings.

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

one day.....

"That one with the vertical eye must be even weaker now!"

One month.....

"How come this guy with the three-eyed look is so tough?"

"I've been trying to save people nearly three hundred times a day, and I still haven't killed him?"

Three months.....

Wang Quan had already given up hope of killing the tentacle eye.

Because, based on the number of times he recited the sutras for saving sentient beings, he could have cleared up most of a building in the second layer of the world.

As a result, despite so many people falling into his eyes, this guy still didn't die.

This angered Wang Quan: "You think you can hold out? Let's see how long you can!"

Just as he was struggling against the tentacled vertical eye, the cultivators of the second layer of the world, after three months of day and night struggle, finally saw the dawn of victory.

On this day, as Wang Quan was striking down the tentacled, vertical-eyed creatures and reaping the rewards of his good deeds, he saw a butterfly fluttering by.

Whoosh!

From the surrounding grass, tree branches, and under the rocks, a command flag rose into the air, releasing streams of earth, fire, wind, and water to form a defense.

This was prepared by him to guard against the cultivators of the [Alliance of Strange Eyes].

The butterflies fluttered about, speaking in human language: "Brother Scattering Flowers, the Miscellaneous Hall is almost cleaned up!"

"Would you like to come in and witness this?"

Wang Quan smiled.