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

The training of the [Multi-Armed Technique] not only increased his combat prowess but also slowly enhanced the strength of his physical body.

This also means that he is one step closer to the spell of "three heads and six arms".

The "Three Heads and Six Arms" spell was dropped by the Great Tomb General, and its most basic limitation is the "Third Grade Daoist Seal".

This spell was broken down into three [First-Rank Dao Seal] spells and three [Second-Rank Dao Seal] spells.

Now, he has reached the second-grade Dao seal level and has mastered two first-grade Dao seal spells. Theoretically, he can also cultivate three more second-grade Dao seal spells.

However, he was not in a hurry to cultivate.

Instead, they decided to tackle the final "Flying Head Technique" first.

The [Flying Head Technique] provided by the Great Tomb General is similar to other spells in the Lower Court such as [Flying Barbarian Technique], [Six Yang Leader], [Patrolling Yang Technique], and [Head Swap].

However, while many spells in the Lower House can allow a head to survive after being separated from a limb, they have a time limit.

When the time comes, if the head cannot return to the body, the person will definitely die.

However, the [Flying Head Technique] that the Great Tomb General fell from was quite different:

Once you master this "Flying Head Technique," you can live freely even if you only have a head left.

Even without using restorative spells like [Creation], this head can grow a new body on its own.

Moreover, the [Flying Head Technique] can also snatch headless corpses, possessing a similar ability to possess and regenerate.

According to Wang Quan's understanding, this "Flying Head Technique" possesses the power of all spells such as "Six Yang Leader," "Head-Changing Technique," and "Patrolling Yang Technique," but without their drawbacks.

What Wang Quan values ​​most is that after mastering the "Flying Head Technique," his head will continuously gravitate towards the magical artifact.

Someday in the future, when his cultivation level is high enough and his magical power is abundant enough, he can use his head as a magical artifact.

In the future, when fighting with others, if the enemy thinks he has no magic weapons, he will suddenly use his head to kill them.

The scene must be interesting to imagine.

The practice of the "Flying Head Technique" does not require dissecting the head; rather, it does require rituals.

The ritual materials are numerous and precious.

In the past, Wang Quan would have had to rack his brains and spend a lot of money and time to gather the necessary resources.

But now, at his command, many monsters cut off their flesh and bled, dismantled their bones and gouged out their eyes, quickly gathering one-third of the materials with their own flesh and blood.

The martial artists then replenished some of the materials with their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, pure yang essence, and pure yin essence.

The remaining materials are quite rare in the real world.

However, they can be freely purchased in the miscellaneous items hall of the second layer of the world.

With just a little money, you can easily save up enough.

"Bring it here!" Wang Quan said.

With the next breath, the millstone monster sprouted seven or eight legs and rushed towards his feet.

Wang Quan ascended the stage, slapped the box, and blue smoke burst forth, releasing paper-cut incense tables, incense burners, and other items.

Then, spirits delivered bloody internal organs and all sorts of strange materials.

For example:

The tail of a pig spirit, the blood of a dog spirit, the comb of a rooster spirit, etc.

In addition, materials were purchased from the second layer of the world.

The various materials were neatly stacked according to their categories.

Wang Quan lit sandalwood incense and offered sacrifices to all directions, the twenty-four solar terms of the four seasons, the heavens and the earth, the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and lakes, etc.

The scriptures recited in the worship ceremony merged to form a mantra, which, under the blessing of various magical powers, transformed into a scroll of prayer words and hung in the clear sky.

Smoke swirled around, carrying the green words, and slowly rose.

At this moment, Wang Quan patted the treasure bag, and a Qingfu sword flew out.

This Azure Fu Sword was woven from a thousand-year-old Azure Fu and the long hair of a female cultivator with pure Yin energy.

He held the longsword across his neck with one hand and pulled his hair with the other, throwing it into the air.

puff!

A surge of passion erupted, propelling him into the air before landing beneath the green words.

With the next breath, Wang Quan's chest and abdomen writhed as he recited scriptures using ventriloquism.

Bilibili!

The blood on his neck gushed back.

The blood from under the head also flowed back.

At the same time, the mind recites scriptures, in coordination with the body's ventriloquism recitation:

Girgh!

At this moment, the green words burned, and the smoke and clouds below also began to burn.

All the flames, like tiny snakes, burrowed into the nostrils.

Whoosh!

Wang Quan's head was burning, fire spewing from his seven orifices, his flesh and blood turning to ashes, and the brain matter inside his skull gurgling and smoking, emitting a captivating fragrance.

"tasty!"

The flower fairies nearby drooled, "It smells so good, even better than honey!"

"I want to eat!"

Their eyes were vacant as they flew step by step toward the throne.

As the fragrance spread, more spirits and even human warriors, with vacant eyes, rushed toward Wang Quan's head.

The millstone spirit, serving as the altar, growled. Unaffected by the incense during the ritual, it retained its original rationality and threatened the various spirits:

"Don't come any closer!"

"Wipe your drool! The master is angry, but you can't eat them!"

As it spoke, it sprouted two upward-facing eyes to observe Wang Quan's head, then loudly rebuked, "Look, the master's head is small to begin with, so his brain must also be very small."

"Now that it's burned, it's probably even smaller."

"If you all come together, you won't be able to get any."

"Listen to me, you all fight it out first, and the survivors can be eaten."

Many spirits and human warriors tilted their heads in thought, feeling that what the millstone spirit said made sense.

Then, everyone rolled up their sleeves, bared their claws, sharpened their teeth, and prepared to fight each other.

As a result, Wang Quan's headless body stepped into the air, and with a snap, three pairs of arms sprouted from his ribs.

Stab it!

One of the arms tore open the chest and abdomen, exposing seven internal organs: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines, stomach, and gallbladder.

These internal organs are all engraved with three thousand characters.

At this moment, under the blessing of magical power, the numerous Taoist inscriptions unleashed their power, radiating golden light that illuminated many spirits and humans.

Those illuminated by the golden light instantly regained their senses.

Recalling what had just happened, they were filled with shame: "We have failed you, sir; but your brains are so delicious!"

"Sir, we don't ask for your brains, we just beg for some broth!"

The other spirits with vacant eyes also spoke up, some even kowtowing, just to get some brains to satisfy their cravings.

at this time:

While invisible to the naked eye of the many spirits and warriors, streams of black energy emerged from their heads, converging into a torrent that rushed straight towards Wang Quan's head.

A black torrent swept across, transforming into a giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws, spewing out black Daoist runes.

Meanwhile, Wang Quan's seven internal organs sprouted legs and feet, and he wielded ribs that transformed into swords and spears, engaging in fierce battle with the black Daoist scripture.

Ding ding ding:

The heart was the most ferocious; it rode on the liver, wielding a lung as a shield, and landed on the black dragon, hacking wildly.

The black dragon howled, black smoke billowing from its seven orifices as it struggled frantically.

It's simply no match for the heart.

The battle between the two sides ended in just a few breaths.

The moment the black dragon collapsed, its seven internal organs returned to its body.

boom!

The body's kidneys emitted even more golden light, like a small sun, suppressing the space in all directions.

at the same time:

Wang Quan's head fell and merged with his body.

At the very moment of merging with the body, countless wisps of yin wind arose from the many plants, trees, and rocks of Linjiang Mountain, silently blowing towards Wang Quan's feet.

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