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

"Brother Dao, you drew it wrong!"

The cultivator of the Great Sun Path shot out a red light, just like a red laser pen in his previous life, condensing a red dot and shining it on a person's figure.

That figure was him.

"This is a human being, not someone to be exploited. Do not kill them indiscriminately!"

Wang Quan sighed, "I just want to know who ordered it."

"If we can't find the person instigating this, whether they're human or just pawns, they're all going to die!"

As he spoke, he continued to wield his brush, painting the cultivators from the round-faced Taoist nun's family as well.

The cultivators of the Great Sun Path remained silent upon witnessing this scene.

This guy even draws silhouettes of his own people, that's ruthless.

"Fortunately, I once had a rival who was good at drawing shadow graphics."

"I have mastered more than thirty ways to counter this spell."

"I'll pretend to be intimidated by him. If he tries to kill me, I'll suddenly attack and give him a good beating."

With this in mind, he invoked his Yang Spirit to cast a spell, and based on his experience, he deciphered the [Painting Image].

The first counter-spell was cast, and he gained an invisible robe; the robe swirled, about to unleash its power, but then collapsed on its own.

The Great Sun Dao cultivator raised an eyebrow: "You've got some skill!"

"But, it doesn't matter."

"I have dozens of ways to break spells!"

"This one won't do, move on to the next one!"

The second spell...

The tenth one...

Or not.

The monk from the Great Sun Path was sweating profusely.

"It's alright, I still have more than twenty counter-spells!"

"I can always crack it."

He continued casting the spell.

However, one by one, magical power was consumed, and one spell was cast.

However, he could still clearly sense that he was being locked onto by the Shadow Image spell.

Tick ​​tock!

After the last counter-spell failed, the Great Sun Dao cultivator was drenched in sweat.

He looked at the royal power.

They discovered that Wang Quan was wielding a brush, sketching people and spirits on the scroll.

Anyone whose image is drawn will immediately die and their soul will perish.

Some monks and spirits fled.

At the same time, the figures on the scroll made corresponding movements.

With a flourish of his brush, Wang Quan effortlessly sketched the act of killing.

"You can't even break my spells. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you'll still die!"

"Now you should tell me who ordered you!"

A tiger spirit knelt on the ground with a thud, frantically kowtowing and weeping: "My lord, I am just a wild monster. I used to live in the deep mountains and forests, occasionally eating a person for a treat. I roared through the mountains and forests, and my life was quite happy!"

"But these monks tricked me by saying they would take me to the city to work and I could make a lot of money; then I could eat braised pork or fried pork whenever I wanted."

"As a result, they brought me to this place to suffer."

"My lord, I know nothing!"

"Please, sir, spare me! I have several little babies back home who are crying for food!"

Wang Quan sighed, "Stop crying, just die peacefully, don't suffer like this anymore!"

He picked up his pen.

The tiger spirit let out a mournful howl and immediately lay down on the ground, dead.

One of the cultivators swallowed hard: "Sir, I was tricked into coming here too!"

"I...."

Wang Quan nodded: "Then go die!"

Let's pick up the pen!

Glug!

The cultivator's head fell onto the iceberg, turning into ink that spread and blackened the iceberg.

A Foundation Establishment expert roared, "He's all alone! Everyone, attack together and kill him!"

Many cultivators were eager to make their move.

However, in the next breath, the monk who had raised his arms and shouted was split in two, turning into ink and falling into the iceberg, extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm for resistance.

"Speak out, and you may live!"

"If I don't tell, I'll really die!"

With a stroke of his pen, Wang Quan obliterated one cultivator and spirit after another.

Suddenly, a Foundation Establishment ancestor looked up to the sky and sighed, saying in a sorrowful voice, "An organization called the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes] has contacted us, supported us, and asked us to deal with her."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The king clapped his hands in praise.

The Foundation Establishment ancestor gritted his teeth: "Are you satisfied now?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Quite satisfied!"

"And you? Because of what you said, so many of your friends have died. Don't you feel any remorse?"

Foundation Establishment Ancestor......

He wanted to shout: "Ancestor, I have no conscience!"

He was afraid that the king would kill him, so he chose to remain silent.

At this moment, the Great Sun Dao cultivator beside him smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you see, I'm no longer a suspect!"

"Shouldn't you dispel the spell?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Wait a moment."

"Wait until my senior sister gets her treasure back!"

Great Sun Dao cultivator.........

With Wang Quan backing her up, the round-faced Taoist nun focused her mind and frantically activated her methods, continuously corrupting the [Blue Lotus] magic treasure.

"Good junior brother, if you help me stay for another ten days or half a month, I will be able to completely master this magic weapon."

Wang Quan nodded: "Okay!"

It's only ten days or half a month; the royal power can afford to delay.

A stick of incense...

Half an hour...

One hour...

Whoosh!

The massive iceberg suddenly broke apart.

Then, a beam of blue light shot into the sky and headed straight for the round-faced Taoist nun.

The round-faced Taoist nun screamed, suddenly transforming into thirty or forty streams of malevolent energy that scattered and fled: "Junior brother, run! This magic weapon has an owner!"

"They're plotting against us!"

Her murderous aura was swift, but her magical artifact was even faster.

The next breath, everyone saw a giant blue lotus bloom, covering the sky for miles around.

Beneath the blue lotus, the round-faced Taoist nun's malevolent aura solidified.

The Great Sun Dao cultivator who was secretly using fire escape techniques also solidified into a streak of fire.

Many of the terrified cultivators and spirits who were fleeing also seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

Whoosh!

Wang Quan wielded his brush and painted the blue lotus on the scroll.

A breath...

Three breaths...

Five breaths...

Wang Quan sketched four-fifths of the blue lotus.

In the next breath, the blue lotus on the scroll burst into flames.

A ray of blue light emerged from the flames.

This blue light was a trace of the essence of the Blue Lotus, captured by the King's [Shadow Painting] spell.

call out!

The blue light returned to the Blue Lotus magic treasure.

Then, the blue lotus slowly rotated:

Click!

Click!

Click!

Apart from Wang Quan, the round-faced Taoist nun and her family cultivators and the Great Sun Path cultivators, all other cultivators and spirits developed blue cracks on their bodies.

The cracks spread, and in the blink of an eye, they were transformed into blue ice sculptures, which then exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of icy mist that drifted everywhere.

The icy mist spread over a hundred miles in just a few breaths.

Wang Quan frowned, formed a hand seal, slapped the back of his head, and unleashed a powerful grappling technique, grabbing the immobile round-faced Daoist nun and landing her beside him.

At the same time, dust billowed from the seventy-two roads beneath his feet.

One by one, palace maids, spirits, and warriors appeared, their faces fierce as they surveyed all directions.

At that moment, a magnetic male voice echoed through the heavens and earth: "Fellow Daoist of the Drowning Path, do not act rashly; I am searching for the little mouse that has been plotting against me!"

Wang Quan raised an eyebrow. He didn't move, but his hands formed a hand seal, and spells were being prepared, either to be hidden on the Great Sun Dao cultivator or on the round-faced Daoist nun.

At the same time, streaks of light were ready to escape.

Everything was ready in just a few breaths.

At this moment, the sky was filled with blue icy mist, and the unknown cultivators were still searching for the enemy.

Wang Quan raised an eyebrow: "Fellow Daoist, are you searching for the person who instigated those guys just now?"

A magnetic voice echoed: "Mmm!"

"This magical artifact was buried here by my master and polished."

"They used my master's magic weapon to scheme against people, damaging its power; their crime deserves death!"

"However, I am not good at search-type spells. I wonder if you could help me?"