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

The second layer of the world has the same beacon as the first layer; the [Beacon Technique] can also be used.

Therefore, the monarchy is not afraid of going in the wrong direction.

Initially, he transformed into a baleful aura and sped away, even using escape techniques to accelerate.

After walking for a day and a night, he found it tedious and a waste of time.

Then, he released seventy-two trails of dust to carry him on his journey.

He himself would either study Taoist scriptures or recite scriptures for saving people, and then strike against evil at random.

what is interesting:

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, the power of the Ferryman Sutra also increased.

He could easily deal with the evil within the walls of the House of Commons with a single act of salvation.

According to the map information in the identity token, Wang Quan traveled day and night in the second layer of the world.

At first, he was quite curious about the strange and twisted evils of this world, but after walking for a few days, he became numb.

After traveling three to five million miles, they arrived at the first landmark marked on the map.

According to the map information, he needs to stay here for a day before he can continue his journey.

And this punctuation mark represents an abandoned manor:

The manor teems with flesh and blood, twisted and grotesque, as if they were alive.

Even from a distance, he could hear screams of agony coming from inside the manor, the flesh and blood writhing wildly.

Giant hands, vine-like flesh, and fire-breathing eyeballs bombarded the manor relentlessly.

Within the manor, a faint golden light could be seen.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he descended from the clouds, circling above the manor.

He saw countless beams of golden light shooting out from the flesh and blood; wherever the flesh and blood was illuminated by the golden light, billowing black smoke or blue smoke rose from it.

At the same time, the sound of the "Scripture of Salvation" could be faintly heard.

"Are there other Daoist cultivators?"

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he immediately recited the "Scripture of Salvation" to help.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, the spears that carried people across the river fell, burning away evil.

In an instant, a large amount of flesh and blood turned into blue smoke.

"Hey!"

"Where did this wild brat come from? How dare he disturb my meal?"

The manor gates soared into the air, transforming into a ferocious face that growled at Wang Quan: "You brat, do you want to die?"

Wang Quan smiled without speaking, only silently reciting the sutra for saving people.

There's no need for so much nonsense between human cultivators and evil.

The man with the large doorpane flew into a rage: "You brat, can't you understand evil words?"

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then you might as well die!"

The giant face descended from the sky, opening its mouth to tear at something.

Click!

A pair of arms grew from Wang Quan's ribs. He rubbed these arms together, and bolts of lightning shot into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of lightning bolts blasted the gatekeeper's face, causing him to scream in agony before he fell into the courtyard, trailing billowing black smoke.

As a result, just as it fell, the golden light, which was enveloped in flesh and blood, suddenly subsided for a moment, and then erupted again.

However, this time the golden light that erupted was like a pillar of light, shining entirely on the face of the gate.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Black smoke billowed, and a man at the gate screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, crying, "It hurts so much!"

"It hurts so much!"

"You humans are despicable! You attacked me from both inside and outside? You're utterly inhuman!"

"kill!"

The man with the main gate grabbed another main gate to use as a shield, a hall pillar to use as a spear, and then flipped over to ride on the twisted artificial mountain.

The artificial hill groaned and transformed into a giant horse with dozens of legs, sprouting over a dozen whips that lashed itself hundreds of times before charging toward the throne at breakneck speed.

"You pushover, you think you can hurt me with your meager thunder and fire and the 'Scripture of Salvation'?"

"You must be joking!"

"Behold the master's thrust!"

"kill!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The artificial mountain and warhorse grinned, their hooves flying as they charged towards Wang Quan: "Boy..."

boom!

Dozens of hooves collided, and the artificial mountain's warhorse fell to the ground.

The smoke and dust, which had just reached the sky, were swallowed up by the seventy-two streams of smoke and dust beneath Wang Quan's feet.

Wang Quan remained expressionless as he continued chanting the sutra for saving people, bombarding the faces of the gatekeepers.

The golden light, now enveloped in flesh and blood, receded, and spears bearing the Scripture of Salvation flew out from the gaps in the flesh, joining forces with Wang Quan to annihilate the enemy.

Roar!

The man with the large face jumped off his warhorse, cursing in pain, "If you're so capable, don't use the 'Salvation Sutra'!"

"If you're so capable, let's have a real, hundreds-of-rounds-of-fight battle."

Wang Quan and the monk wrapped in flesh and blood remained silent, only continuing their chanting.

A cup of tea's time...

The gatekeeper, carrying a host of evil spirits, repeatedly charged at the creatures within, but to no avail.

A quarter of an hour...

The man with the large door stepped onto another door and leaped into the air, ready to fight against the king.

As a result, the seventy-two trails of dust from the king were faster, and it couldn't catch up. In the end, it was stabbed by the spear of the ferryman and cried out in agony.

Half an hour...

The door panel face looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's not that I didn't try hard enough, it's just that humans are too cunning!"

"Heaven is going to destroy me!"

"It wasn't a fault of fighting!"

With the next breath, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and rose into the air.

Whoosh!

A scroll of painting fell from the smoke.

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he snapped his fingers, instantly placing the scroll in his hands.

He unfolded it and found it to be a painting of a door god with a blue face and fangs.

At this moment, another door also materialized into a face. He silently picked up the artificial mountain and warhorse, and ran away.

Wang Quan opened his mouth and exhaled a gust of wind, which blew him back.

The man at the gate grew anxious: "Brother, please have mercy and let me go!"

Wang Quan blew it and the artificial hill and warhorse back with a whoosh: "How can you be so naive at your age?"

Pfft!

Amidst the blood and golden light, a woman chuckled softly: "Indeed, how could you, an evil being, be so naive as to think we would let you go?"

"Hey buddy, let's give it our all and kill it together!"

The man with the large door looked up and sighed, then picked up the artificial rockery and charged at the two men.

As a result, it ran back and forth for a short while, and in no time at all, it turned into wisps of smoke, leaving behind a door god painting before disappearing.

Amidst the golden light, a woman's melodious voice rang out: "Brother, you can take it!"

Wang Quan was taken aback: "I already have one!"

The woman chuckled, "I have hundreds of them!"

Wang Quan: "Huh?"

One hour...

Three hours...

Five hours...

The massive flesh and blood manor vanished, leaving only ruins in its wake.

Wang Quan sighed, "It just reflects a bunch of ruins!"

"What a pity!"

If the manor in the real world were intact, this would be a safe zone.

At this moment, the golden light in the middle of the ruins receded, and a woman appeared.

This woman was over three meters tall, with bulging muscles all over her body, and her thighs were thicker than Wang Quan's waist.

His head, as big as a washbasin, was topped with a square face, full of fleshy features.

If it weren't for the fact that her pectoral muscles were far more developed than other muscles, Wang Quan would have thought she was a man.

The woman looked large and muscular, but her voice was melodious, like a lark's, clear and captivating.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Sumali of the Great Sun Dao!"

"Which sect are you from?"

"Are you also going to the far west?"

"Would you like to travel together?"

Happy New Year! May all the big shots have a bright future, good health, and great success!