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

Ghosts burrow into flesh and blood, burning flesh and blood, burning lifespan, cursing and rushing towards the throne.

As a result, Wang Quan shook the beam splitter with one hand.

The next instant, the ghost separated from the flesh and blood body, and before he could recover, the [Dutian Banner] swept over him.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Flesh and blood fell away, and the [Bone Ring] absorbed all the essence of the bones.

Whoosh!

Bones turned to smoke, flesh and blood fell away.

Many creatures from the underworld retreated frantically.

The two-winged ghost screamed, "Curse!"

"Curse him, curse him to death!"

Then, many curses and spells fell before Wang Quan, but were blocked by the [Immobilization Bead] before they could land.

At this moment, Ruo Jinghong and the others also adjusted their state, and hundreds of Daoist cultivators attacked from all directions.

The ghosts that gave them the biggest headache were easily crushed and swept away in front of the [Dutian Banner].

In an instant, these creatures of the underworld were slaughtered and forced to retreat in disarray.

The two-winged ghost, seeing that things were not going well, took off running.

He rushed towards the back door and into the alley.

Then, he ran wildly down the alley.

As he ran, all he could think about were the pitiful screams of his friends being swept away by the [Dutian Banner].

"What kind of magical artifact is that? How can it be so powerful?"

"Moreover, some of our companions have been killed before, but when they died, they only let out a symbolic wail and didn't say a word."

"Why did the one trapped in his magical artifact scream so pitifully?"

His mind was buzzing, and the more he ran, the clearer the screams in his head became.

He fled in terror.

He walked through the darkness, through the green alleyways, and finally stepped into the darkness again.

Only then did he suddenly realize the danger.

Something's up!

"Something's not right here."

call out!

The two-winged ghost suddenly stopped in its tracks.

"Little friend, why aren't you moving?"

An old woman with a hunched back appeared, carrying a bright red lantern, as if she had always been standing in the shadows.

When the two-winged ghost saw the old woman, it felt a chill run down its spine and turned to run away.

The next moment, the old woman raised her lantern and shone it on him.

Then, the two-winged ghost formed hand seals, his face solemn, and proclaimed loudly, "The red lantern guides me back to my homeland, I am the King of Rebirth!"

As it cried out, a crimson robe appeared on the two-winged ghost, and a pale mask appeared on its face.

The next moment, the mask spoke: "This guy is from the Beggars' Army."

"Its backing is the Ninth Samsara and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"It was terrified by a master named Scattering Flowers Taoist in the No. 95 mansion."

"That Taoist priest who scattered flowers used a special magical artifact to strangle many wandering souls."

"Should we take a look at that special magical artifact?"

The old woman shook her head: "Although there aren't many magical artifacts that can counter the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Dharma, there are still some."

"The existing magical artifacts are sufficient; there is no need to specifically research new ones."

The mask spoke: "Okay."

What's your opinion on the invasion by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

The old woman sighed, "We are nothing but stray dogs parasitizing the Imperial Tomb City; we watch sitting, we watch lying down, we watch standing up."

mask……

Why do the beings of the underworld always want to rebel?

"Why can't they, like humans, connect the realms of life and death, complete the cycle of life and death, and contribute to the development of the underworld?"

The old woman, carrying a red lantern, walked step by step into the darkness: "Because the rebellious spirits were all human beings before!"

mask…….

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Whoosh!

After the last living creature was devoured by the Tiger Taoist's bag, the so-called rebels and thugs also disappeared.

Some entered the Emperor's Banner, some entered the Heavenly Banner, some entered the Bone Ring, and some entered the Blood and Flesh Bag, Blood and Flesh Mill, and other strange and wonderful magical artifacts.

The worst off are those whose souls are extracted and turned into vengeful spirit servants.

In the ensuing clash, neither the rebels, the thugs, nor the Daoist cultivators gained the upper hand.

After the fierce battle, everyone was in a bad mood.

The rebels suffered heavy losses after their offensive was thwarted, and were forced to flee back in disarray.

Even some of the courtyards they had seized within the mansion had to be abandoned.

The Daoist cultivators, on the other hand, were haunted by the spirits transformed from the descendants of ghosts and gods.

Those ghosts were eerie, ignoring magic and magical artifacts.

Even spells specifically designed to capture spirits and refine souls are ineffective against these wandering spirits.

This outcome dealt a heavy blow to the proud and arrogant Daoist cultivators.

"I have mastered magic, worth at least fifty or sixty thousand, if not seventy or eighty thousand."

"As a result, all those spells were unable to harm those ghosts."

"If it weren't for the gatekeepers and the appearance of royal power, we would probably have ended up fleeing back to the real world in a sorry state."

For a moment, everyone sighed and felt very down.

Wang Quan reassured everyone, "My many spells have no effect on these ghosts."

"The reason why it can subdue ghosts is entirely due to the magic weapon."

"I rely on external resources, not real skills!"

These words only deepened Ruo Jinghong and the others' sorrow; Meiniang, in a delicate voice, choked back tears: "We don't even have many potential magic weapons, and you already have one?"

"Honey, can we still be friends?"

Wang Quan coughed and quickly explained, "This magic weapon of mine is not a real magic weapon, but merely an illusion of one, possessing only a tiny, insignificant bit of its power."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt somewhat better.

Ma Qingqiu laughed and said, "I have also mastered a phantom of a magic weapon."

"That power is pretty good!"

"It's just that the consumption is a bit high."

"And... there's still no way to fight that ghost!"

When the ghosts were mentioned again, everyone's expressions turned serious once more.

Because this ghost is really troublesome.

"What should we do if we encounter them again?" one of the cultivators frowned. "Rebels are roaming this city now; if we want to travel in the Underworld, we will inevitably encounter them again."

"What will we do then?"

Wang Quan thought for a moment and said, "Everyone, I can tell you how to make that magical artifact!"

"Based on the characteristics of this magical artifact, let's work together to deduce a new refining method and see if we can transfer some of its characteristics to a magical weapon."

"If we can transplant it, then we can quickly create a batch of magical artifacts."

"If it cannot be transplanted... then we'll spend the time crafting a magical artifact."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement: "We must find a way to transfer it onto the magical artifact."

"If you were to forge a magical artifact, it would take anywhere from several hundred years to several thousand or even tens of thousands of years."

"By then, once the magic weapon is ready, our skeletons will have been sucked to dust by the ghosts."

Everyone knows how powerful magical artifacts are, but at this moment, no one has the mind to forge them.

After a short while, Wang Quan explained the crafting method for the second-tier [Dutian Banner].

Then everyone began to ponder and repeatedly deduce.

Some cultivators even returned to the real world and acquired hundreds of items such as tortoise shells, crystal balls, and bamboo sticks.

Some monks burned tortoise shells.

A monk was caressing the crystal ball.

There were also monks shaking bamboo sticks.

Everyone exhausted their wisdom and kept deducing.

Once she got hooked on the deductions, Mei Niang suddenly threw off her silk robe: "Come on, let's all use the [Yu Meiren] to enhance our wisdom, have fun, and practice our deductions at the same time."