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

The descendant of the ghosts and gods, leaning on his cane, rushed forward, but he could not hear the footsteps or the sounds of those following him.

At that moment, he felt a deep sorrow: "Why doesn't anyone rebel?"

"Even though I'm disabled, I still fight back. They have all their limbs, so why don't they dare to fight back?"

"They are cowards, they are timid."

"Then let my blood wash away their cowardice and forge in them the spirit of resistance!"

At that moment, the descendant of the cane-wielding ghost seemed to have made up his mind, and without looking back, he ran wildly towards the group of terrified and angry servants.

boom! boom! boom!

These servants have forgotten how to fight.

In their panic, they threw out their name cards.

The nameplates burned, and the phantoms of their owners appeared, exuding power and suppressing everything.

Kneel down. Kneel down. Kneel down.

Roars swept in from all directions.

The descendant of the cane-wielding demon roared to the heavens, "I won't kneel!"

Just then, he heard the sound of knees hitting the ground behind him.

He knew that his friends had knelt down.

"No kneeling allowed!"

"Stand up... Ah!"

However, a weak, choked sob came from behind: "We can't withstand this pressure!"

"Kneeling down will solve everything!"

"We... Ah... Fellow Daoist who throws flowers, why are you knocking on our knees?"

Why did you split our skulls open?

"Huh, why am I standing up? Come on!"

"kill!"

"A bunch of bastards, how dare they make me kneel? Do they really think I'm not rebellious?"

Click! Click! Click!

Wang Quan weaves through the crowd, lifting the skulls of all beings and implanting kneecaps.

This kneecap, hard and white, settles into the back of the head, exuding an air of strength.

"Bring it here!"

"Bring it here!"

"Bring it here!"

With each bend in the roof beams, one by one the beams split; when there weren't enough beams, the doors and windows split as well.

In short, there are plenty of walking sticks.

One by one, the descendants of ghosts and gods, leaning on canes, charged towards the group of servants with unwavering courage and murderous intent.

They smashed the phantom images of the lords in the pavilions and courtyards, and stabbed their servants to death.

Finally, they feasted on the blood and flesh, laughing wildly.

The descendant of the cane-wielding demon, who was the first to charge, laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face: "Good brother!"

The many descendants of the cane-wielding spirits laughed wildly, their faces also streaked with tears: "A lifetime!"

"Let's go, let's fight!"

"Smash those lords who bully our mansions and courtyards!"

"Take down the mansion!"

"They won't let us have an easy time, so we won't let them have an easy time either!"

This group of descendants of ghosts and gods, in a vast and mighty procession, rushed toward the nearest pavilion and courtyard.

Wang Quan was quite envious when he saw this.

"Truly a monster of unwavering integrity!"

The ghosts, leaning on their canes, rushed about. Whenever they encountered other residents, whether servants or commoners, they seized them all and tossed them to Wang Quan, saying, "Fellow Daoist, let's help them awaken!"

Wang Quan patted his chest and assured him, "No problem!"

He removed these guys' kneecaps, installed them on the back of their heads, and then thoughtfully prepared crutches.

Some ghosts in the underworld are mollusks and have no knees.

Wang Quan, displaying a strong sense of ownership, directly pulled out his own kneecap and installed it for them.

The monster with his kneecap installed howled and charged the fiercest, but died the fastest.

On a high floor of a building, numerous ghosts and monsters, peering through a window as thick as a finger, witnessed this scene outside and were instantly terrified:

"Those old men in those courtyards have gone mad!"

"Look, they're even storming the courtyards and the residences of the gentlemen!"

"They've charged in!"

"They've stepped down!"

"They keep charging!"

"He's been resigned again!"

"They're charging this way, what do we do?"

Inside the high-rise building, the ghosts, huddled together, panicked: "Could it be that these lords of the courtyard are going to take their anger out on us?"

They were terrified, but dared not flee, and did not know where they could escape to.

A moment later, a group of cane-wielding monsters rushed in. They prioritized searching for spiders, centipedes, and other multi-legged monsters, then dragged them out.

Click! Click! Click!

Wang Quan sat atop the seventy-two trails of smoke and dust, which transformed into seventy-two arms that lifted the skull, removed the kneecaps, and installed them.

A resolute rebel emerged.

Many cane-wielding ghosts are smiling!

The new rebels are smiling!

Even the royal power is smiling!

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"This is insane!"

"They've all gone completely insane!"

The gentlemen of the courtyards and pavilions gathered together, their faces pale and filled with anger, yet utterly helpless.

In this large mansion, they were accustomed to using their power to intimidate others and scheming in secret.

They've long forgotten how they fought.

Even their servants had forgotten how to fight.

They only remembered the many rules of the mansion.

At this moment, a group of ghosts with canes overturned the rules and charged in like mad dogs, leaving them bewildered.

Splash! Splash!

The ghostly cane, like a tidal wave, flooded the courtyard and pavilions.

They howled and roared, full of bravado, knocking down walls, overturning roofs, and seizing the women and men; they even humiliated the owners of the pavilions and courtyards.

"You're forced to live in this place like ghosts, don't you feel resentful?"

In the high-rise building, a cane-wielding ghost bewitches countless ordinary ghosts.

However, the ghosts argued vehemently, "We are ghosts, it's normal for us to live here!"

The cane-wielding ghost grabbed the other person and threw them outside.

The ghosts outside carried him to the king.

The 72 smoke clouds transformed into a giant hand, and in the blink of an eye, they installed a pair of kneecaps on him.

Then, the ghost howled and, leaning on its cane, rushed into the tall building, excitedly bewitching its former companions.

Gradually, some friends were moved by his passion and joined his team to follow him.

one.....

Ten...

One hundred...

More and more ghosts are being found with rebellious bones on the back of their heads.

These monsters, howling and screaming, led the charge.

One by one, the pavilions collapsed, and one by one, the courtyards were razed to the ground.

Initially, many ordinary ghosts and monsters dared not participate.

However, as the number of monsters transformed by the royal power increased, many ordinary monsters were also infected by this group of rebels.

then:

The No. 95 mansion is in chaos.

Countless ghosts and monsters from the underworld rushed out of the high-rise building.

Driven by rage and a twisted, bewitched nature, they madly engulfed courtyard after courtyard.

While Mei Niang and the others were studying the [Yu Meiren] to enhance their wisdom and deducing the mysteries of the [Dutian Banner], they suddenly heard shouts coming from outside.

Before anyone could go out to check, the door gods jumped in, exclaiming in terror, "Disaster! Disaster!"

"The ghosts in the mansion have gone mad!"

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and the others climbed over the wall and looked outside, they would see countless ghosts and monsters, like a tidal wave, sweeping towards them.

Along the way, all the courtyards, pavilions, gardens, and ponds were instantly bulldozed.

Many Daoist cultivators frowned.

The descendants of ghosts and gods, including the Two Crows Taoist, panicked: "This is a ghost tide!"

"Even true ghosts and gods will be swallowed up and torn to pieces!"

"We're finished!"

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