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

After a cup of tea's time:

Dozens of martial artists carried a sedan chair made of ice and ran wildly toward the outer edge of the ice field.

Inside the sedan chair, the Foundation Establishment Ancestor Zhang Wang swallowed pills one by one to repair his injuries.

However, even the powerful medicines that could easily heal injuries and even bring the dead back to life could not erase the residual magical power within his body.

"Damn it!"

"Why is this old method so difficult to deal with?"

"The opponent wasn't even at the Foundation Establishment stage, so how could they have severely injured me?"

"These old fogies, they've wasted so many resources, and they can't even reach the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"They are destined to be eliminated by the times. What right do they have to compete with us for our treasures?"

"Damn it!"

"Once I've recovered from my injuries, I'm going to kill them!"

Thinking of this, he shouted at the group of martial artists, "Hurry up!"

"Run faster!"

"After we leave the icy plains, I will give you a secret medicine to cleanse your marrow and strengthen your bones; I can even measure your spiritual roots and make you cultivators!"

Many martial artists were delighted and then hurried away.

Just then, a malevolent aura descended from the sky.

Sensing the residual magical energy fluctuations within Zhang Wang's body, the malevolent energy quietly approached the back of Zhang Wang's neck.

Then, amidst the horrified gazes of some martial artists, it circled Zhang Wang's neck once before disappearing into the air.

Zhang Wang was completely unaware from inside the sedan chair, which was carved from ice.

He swallowed the secret medicine, habitually preparing to make empty promises to the martial artists.

But the next second, I felt a surge of passion rush out of my chest.

Then he saw the world turned upside down.

boom!

Zhang Wang's head fell to the ground, and he vaguely heard a martial artist shout, "The Foundation Establishment Master's head is gone!"

Zhang Wang's eyes lit up: That's right, my head is gone, quickly pick me up; maybe I can start over.

The fleeing warriors paused briefly, then continued running forward: "Forget about heads, get the bodies back first!"

"oh!"

call out!call out!call out!

The warriors remained silent, carrying the sedan chair as they walked further and further away.

In an instant, Zhang Wang felt that these martial artists were moving even faster.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could finish, he sighed.

"I hope they won't abuse my body!"

"To think that I, a dignified Foundation Establishment Ancestor, once a powerful and influential figure who ruled over this region, would ultimately die in this godforsaken place without any explanation!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"Ugh!"

However, Zhang Wang, the Foundation Establishment Ancestor, was unaware that at the moment of his death, seven or eight streams of malevolent energy, spanning dozens or even hundreds of miles, silently annihilated the severely injured Foundation Establishment Ancestors one by one.

And those Foundation Establishment elders, like him, never knew who killed them until their deaths.

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On the highest iceberg, a plain white flag fluttered in the wind, and visible gusts of cold air emanated from the iceberg and settled into the flag.

A cold wind blew, and the flags fluttered loudly.

One by one, orthodox cultivators either ascended the platform to perform rituals, held magical implements in guard, or adjusted their state to perceive their surroundings.

Among the many flags, there is a tall tower made of ice, and a round-faced Taoist nun sits inside.

She formed a mudra with her hands and chanted Taoist incantations.

Streams of magical power flew out from the hand seals and landed in the plain white banner.

The white banner absorbed the magic, spreading a chilling aura, and then, following the flagpole, quietly slipped into the depths of the iceberg to drag a blue lotus flower.

The blue lotus shone brightly, resisting the chains, but it struggled quite a bit.

In the sky, black, white, red, and yellow clouds tumbled and trailed long plumes of smoke.

Banners fluttered above the many clouds:

Spider demons beat war drums, bull demons blew horns, and many cultivators waved flags and shouted slogans.

These cultivators, some carrying flying swords, others wielding knives, spears, halberds, and other magical artifacts such as mirrors, pagodas, three-legged cauldrons, and pearls, glared menacingly at the round-faced Daoist nun.

At this moment, the drumbeats suddenly quickened:

As the cultivators opened the boxes, thousands upon thousands of bolts of lightning and fire rolled down, sweeping across the land.

Some cultivators secretly ascended the platform within the clouds to perform rituals, releasing curses, nightmares, and bewitching spells.

Under the plain white banner, the orthodox cultivators of the round-faced Taoist nun's family either released smoke and clouds carrying thunder and fire, or released water curtains to deflect curses, or threw out substitute puppets to absorb the damage.

Other cultivators unleashed counterattacks with lightning, cold light, flames, and hurricanes.

For a time, the two sides fought fiercely.

Overall, however, the round-faced Taoist nun's family cultivators were ultimately at a disadvantage.

because:

There were too many cultivators who came to surround and kill them. Apart from the orthodox cultivators with terrifying magical power and spells, the majority of them were cultivators of new magic.

This group of new cultivators, though their attack methods are simple, mostly use straightforward spells such as fireballs, ice arrows, and falling rocks.

Although its power is not great and its changes are few.

However, the number is simply too large.

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant, let alone a more terrifying spell?

The round-faced Taoist nun felt secretly anxious upon seeing this scene.

However, she remained calm and composed. Her physical body repeatedly captured the blue lotus flower underground, while her Yang spirit secretly cast spells to assassinate newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Over the years, relying on the "Sunflower Essence" given to her by the royal power, she has also been constantly cleaning up evil buildings in her hometown.

The evil structures in my hometown are weak, and with the help of sunlight, they are quite easy to clean up.

In recent years, she has led her family members to clean up three or five evil buildings and has also gained some benefits.

Now, her Yang Spirit is powerful, more than one or two times stronger than when she left the Lower Courtyard.

The Yang God's spellcasting was so bizarre that even orthodox cultivators, let alone those practicing new methods, couldn't detect it.

Moreover, these orthodox cultivators are not from the main sect of Xuanmen, but come from unorthodox sects.

Although their methods are mysterious, and they also possess unique spells and eye-catching magical artifacts.

However, her methods were far inferior to those of the well-trained, round-faced Taoist nun.

These newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators possess immense magical power and magical artifacts, but they lack sufficient mastery of spells to defend against attacks from a master like her.

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, the newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly screamed in agony.

Some died on the spot, while others survived by chance with the help of magical artifacts, talismans, substitute puppets, and life-saving medicines, but they also suffered severe injuries and then fled in panic.

Although she severely injured and killed one newly established Foundation Establishment cultivator after another, the round-faced Daoist nun was not at ease.

Because, in another direction, a lone golden auspicious cloud hangs.

On Xiangyun Mountain, a golden-haired, golden-robed orthodox cultivator sat upright, waving a golden whisk, and stared at her mockingly.

Those were orthodox cultivators from the Great Sun Path who were stationed in this empire.

The other party was furious that she had seized one-third of the Empire's Immortal Sect, and upon hearing that she was being besieged while refining treasures, they came over immediately.

The other party didn't make a move, but the pressure they put on the round-faced Daoist nun was several times greater than that of the group of wild cultivators and new cultivators.

What made the round-faced Taoist nun even more uneasy was that she vaguely sensed that something was watching her from the shadows.

Her opponent was waiting for her to make a mistake, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

"I'm not that easy to kill!"

"I'll hold on, I'll wait for the king to come!"

"If he comes, he can help me escape!"

"He must have received my letter this morning!"

"He'll be here in a month, at most a month."

"I...have to hold on for a month!"