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

Has a rebel army appeared in the underworld?

The power of the king could not comprehend it.

Because the underworld is vast, if one truly desires to tyrannize oneself, one can easily become a local emperor anywhere.

Why bother rebelling in the capital of the Western Ghost Emperor?

What's the point?

Do they think that occupying the capital means occupying the underworld?

Are you kidding me?

Initially, Wang Quan was disdainful.

But he quickly realized, "That's not right!"

"These rebels are not here to lord it over others, nor do they want to become local tyrants."

"They must have other plans."

In an instant, Wang Quan realized that the rebels of the Underworld were not simple.

"Whether they are simple or complex, this house is something I obtained through hard work and gift-giving."

"No living being should be taken."

"Whoever tries to seize my house is my enemy!"

As he pondered, he heard shouts of battle emanating from outside.

boom!

Smoke exploded beneath his feet, and he landed on the wall in the blink of an eye.

Outside the wall:

Several blue-faced, fanged door gods, wielding steel whips, swords, and shields, fought fiercely with a group of creatures from the underworld.

Most of those creatures in the underworld have flesh and blood; a small number do not, and are either skeletons or ghosts.

These people are clearly descendants of ghosts and gods.

This group of ghosts and gods, commanding flesh-and-blood creatures from the underworld, carrying ladders, wooden sticks, pitchforks, iron pots, and other weapons, howled and repeatedly attacked the wall.

He had just rushed over when the door god lashed him with a steel whip, scattering his soul and causing him to die.

Some beings from the underworld collapsed, dropped the door, and ran away, shouting, "I'm not going to be a rebel anymore!"

"Being a rebel will lead to death, and there's no future in it."

"I want to go home and find my mom!"

boom!

A descendant of a demon jumped behind him, pressed down on his head, and squeezed it downwards forcefully.

A muffled thud, and then a sharp pain shot through my chest.

The ghostly spirit cackled, "Who's still looking for their mother? I'm kind-hearted, I'll send you there!"

Many of the creatures of the underworld no longer dared to look for their mother, but instead let out a shout and continued to charge at the wall.

Wang Quan laughed upon seeing this: "A bunch of rabble, and you think you can beat you like this?"

Ruo Jinghong sighed, "These creatures of the underworld are cunning; some are hidden among the flesh and blood beings. They waited for us to be careless before suddenly engaging in close combat, leaving us in a sorry state!"

Wang Quan's eyes shone brightly as he surveyed the many living beings outside.

At this moment, a flesh-and-blood being that looked like a human sprouted wings, took off, and came whistling: "My friend, we should have a talk."

Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat: "What do you want to talk about?"

The winged being smiled: "I am a member of the Third Beggar Legion of the Ninth Cycle under the command of the Ksitigarbha God King."

What I want to tell you is this: you are just an ordinary resident of a large mansion, with no powerful backers.

"You must have used up all the luck and resources you had in your life to be able to afford a small courtyard house in a large mansion on the outer ring road!"

"Let me tell you the truth, everything you have obtained through exhaustion is easily within our Beggars' Army."

"It doesn't matter if you have no backing. We, the Beggars' Army, will be your backing, the Ninth Reincarnation will be your backing, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will be your backing."

"Join us, and before long we'll transform your home into a mansion with a courtyard, and even give you your own grand estate!"

Wang Quan laughed: "So, do you have a large mansion now?"

The winged creature smiled and said, "Of course!"

"I not only have a large mansion, but also two houses."

"Right now, my underlings are scrambling for mansions!"

"Join us, and one day you will have it too."

"Our benefits are excellent!"

Wang Quan: "Heh... What I want, I will take with both hands; not... be your dog and rely on your charity."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The winged creature clapped its hands: "What ambition!"

"But... no matter how lofty one's ambition, it's impossible to achieve it!"

Wang Quan laughed heartily.

At the same time, seventy-two streams of dust emerged from the back of his head, landing at his feet and turning into billowing clouds of smoke.

Wang Quan sat atop the smoke and dust, one hand forming a hand seal, the other grasping a command flag and pointing it at the other party: "Come!"

"Let's see what methods you have to suppress me!"

The winged creature's eyes gleamed; he hadn't expected that his words would fail to intimidate the royal authority.

Instead, it emboldened the opponent.

He took a deep breath and smiled, "Brother, do you really want to oppose our Beggars' Army?"

Click!

Arms sprouted from Wang Quan's ribs. He smiled disdainfully and said, "It's not that I want to oppose you, but that you want to oppose me!"

"If you're begging for a living, you can go begging for a living elsewhere."

"Don't come here begging for a living!"

"Because—I was born with a love for killing."

Winged creature: "Huh?"

The next moment, Wang Quan rubbed his arm under his ribs.

call out!call out!call out!

One after another, lightning bolts, like raindrops, fell upon the Qihuo army.

Dozens of types of Yang Thunder, such as Taiyi Yang Thunder, Dihuo Yang Thunder, and Dari Yang Thunder, continuously fell and exploded.

One by one, the flesh-and-blood creatures of the underworld screamed in agony as they were instantly torn to shreds by lightning and fire.

Living beings rushed toward the royal power.

Click!

Two heads popped out from Wang Quan's neck.

One of the two heads was chanting incantations, unleashing a fire spell; the other was chanting incantations, unleashing a wind spell.

The fusion of wind and fire magic, under the effect of [Evoking the Four Seasons], unleashed even greater power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, spells combining wind and fire exploded.

The wind and fire swept through, destroying all living beings within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Some flesh and blood creatures exploded, and ghosts flew out from them.

These ghosts, wielding twin swords and exuding murderous intent, charged towards the area surrounding the royal palace.

Wang Quan patted the box:

boom! boom! boom!

wisps of green smoke exploded as numerous palace maids, wielding curved swords, fought against the ghosts.

In the instant of the collision, the ghost easily cleaved through the palace maid and continued its charge toward the throne.

Ruo Jinghong and the others shouted, "Be careful of their magic!"

Wang Quan: "Hmm?"

The next moment, the descendants of ghosts and gods in the distance cast spells, attacking with curses, weakening, bewilderment, and confusion.

If Jinghong and the others use magic to stop them.

However, there are too many descendants of ghosts and gods, and even more magic.

Although some spells were blocked, many more still attacked.

at the same time:

The group of ghosts actually bypassed Ruo Jinghong and the others' spells, wielding weapons, and charged towards them.

Wang Quan frowned: "Are the cultivators of fate and nature attacking together, relying on their numbers to overwhelm me?"

"Do you really think I have no other options?"

He let out a low growl and stood up.

At this moment, he shook his head, formed hand seals, and his internal magical power burned.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

One Taoist phrase after another came from his mouth.

He finished reciting the thirty-six Daoist phrases in a single breath, relying on his many minds.

The three thousand six hundred streams of magical power were instantly exhausted.

The next moment, a booming sound came from Wang Quan's body: his bones cracked and his body grew larger.

Click!Click!

The heads on the shoulders were adjusted: originally there were three heads, all looking straight ahead, chanting Taoist incantations.

At this moment, the three heads formed a triangle with the neck as the center, looking in all directions.

At the same time, the extra arms under his ribs disappeared, leaving only three pairs of arms.

On each of the three pairs of arms, illusory magical artifacts and weapons appeared.

These magical treasures and weapons are unpredictable, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

At the same time, a large amount of information surfaced in Wang Quan's mind: he was to select the magical artifacts and weapons in the form of three heads and six arms.