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

The Second World:

The Yang spirit of the king formed a hand seal and hung in the air.

At that moment, he was like a small sun, hanging quietly and motionless.

However, the golden light emanating from the Yang God turned slowly but steadily, like a millstone.

Golden light swirled, and many evil creatures screamed in agony: as if pierced by spears, holes the size of fingers appeared on their bodies, from which billowing blue smoke emerged.

As they emit wisps of blue smoke, the [Third-Rank Daoist Seal] flashes and refreshes:

[Virtue +1]

[Virtue +1]

[Virtue +1]

Each refresh adds very little merit, but the base amount increases, and it keeps refreshing continuously.

"In the past, I could not accumulate merit unless evil was eradicated."

"Now, I can get it when evil is wounded."

"This 'Spirit of Salvation' is truly interesting."

He looked around and saw evil.

These evil forces could have easily reached him and engaged him in close combat if they had only advanced another ten meters or so.

However, he saw that after many evil beings stepped into the area of ​​the golden light of the primordial spirit within a few meters, they refused to go any further.

They retreated frantically, fleeing in panic.

He watched the evil creatures writhing on the ground, screaming in agony: "Does it hurt that much?"

"Does evil feel pain?"

"I remember when I was clearing away evil in the second layer of the world corresponding to the Drowning Lower Court, those evil spirits withstood the damage from the [Salvation Sutra] and still fought me while whimpering."

Why did they turn and run away?

"Could it be that the evil of the far west and the evil of the drowning lower house are not the same species?"

His thoughts wandered, and he started daydreaming.

Ten breaths...

One hundred breaths...

The time it takes to drink half a cup of tea...

A sense of weakness washed over his primordial spirit.

As Wang Quan's thoughts raced, he noticed that the golden light surrounding Yang Shen had dimmed; however, the magical power within his body had not decreased much.

As the golden light of the Yang God dimmed, the many evil spirits no longer seemed to be in so much pain.

They bared their teeth and managed to lunge seven or eight meters.

"The main power of the [Sūtra of Salvation] lies in this golden light!"

"Then, let's try the new version of the [Scripture of Salvation]."

While pondering, he recited Taoist incantations.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The new version of the "Scripture of Salvation" contains a total of 1,001 Taoist phrases, with each phrase consuming one unit of magical power.

After the last Taoist incantation was uttered, a golden light appeared out of thin air and then fell on an evil creature that looked like a mammoth.

Awoo!

The elephant howled evilly and screamed in agony.

Under the golden light, its size shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the evil as large as an elephant shrank to a speck of golden dust.

Tick ​​tock!

Golden dust settled, and the [Third-Rank Daoist Seal] information was refreshed:

[Virtue +1]

Wang Quan's thoughts raced, and with a flick of his finger, the golden dust drifted into his hand.

"Any evil creature can bring good fortune to a region."

"It seems the evil here is of a higher quality!"

"It's just that cleaning it takes a bit of a while."

The new version of the "Save People Sutra" can take down an evil spirit in one go, which seems very efficient, but it can only be used ten times even when the user has full mana.

If he uses external alchemy, he can cleanse himself thirty times.

However, these thirty times are a drop in the ocean compared to the evil here, and are not worth mentioning.

He even suspected that the speed at which evil was eradicated was not as fast as the speed at which evil itself was generated.

call out!

The Yang God turned around and returned to the present world.

After he left, the evil spirits that roamed the mountains and plains wailed, "That person is gone!"

"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have rushed over and slapped him to death."

The other evil ones sneered, "You can't even squeeze to the front, you bastard."

"Even if you manage to squeeze through, your flesh will be pierced through, and you'll be covered in smoke."

"No way!"

"meeting!"

These evils quarrel.

The wounded evil creatures nearby either landed on the twisted buildings or on the twisted trees, howling and crying.

However, not long after, an evil creature suddenly wrinkled its nose: "What's that smell? It smells so good!"

It followed the scent and discovered that the fragrance was emanating from a friend whose body was emitting blue smoke.

This little guy has hundreds of holes in his body, and wisps of smoke are gurgling out of him.

It hung from a twisted tree, groaning and moaning.

Glug!

The evil swallowed its saliva, and then licked the hole in its companion's body.

The aroma... has become even stronger.

It felt that even the legendary humans couldn't compare to the aroma of its own little companion.

The wounded evil growled, "Get out of my way!"

"You got all that saliva on me, it's disgusting!"

As they spoke, the injured evil saw more of its companions gathering around.

These little friends, drooling, licked it, making it drool even more.

But it had no time to curse; it sensed something was wrong and struggled to escape.

But... it's too late.

"It smells so good!"

"I'll take one bite, just one bite!"

Click!

An evil being bites into a wounded evil.

"No....."

A heart-wrenching scream rang out, but it abruptly stopped the next moment.

Click! Click! Click!

More evil surged in, frantically devouring the flesh and blood of its companions.

One breath...

Ten breaths...

One hundred breaths...

"It smells so good!" A wicked creature snatched a drop of blood, licked it vigorously, and looked completely satisfied.

"That guy smells delicious too!"

An evil spirit wrinkled its nose and smelled another fragrance.

Then, all evil discovered that the little friend with holes in his body and emitting blue smoke was smelling increasingly sweet.

Whoosh!

A sinister aura, billowing with blue smoke, rose into the air in terror, attempting to flee.

In the next instant, countless evil spirits surrounded it: "Don't go!"

"Stay here and offer your bodies to us!"

..........

"Don't rush to eat it, everyone. Wait a little longer until the aroma is stronger before you eat it."

.............

"This is the last one, don't eat it; keep it so everyone can take turns smelling the aroma."

...........

In the present world, Stone City:

The King's true form and the Yang God sat on the five-colored altar, reciting the "Scripture of Salvation".

The master of ceremonies, Si Xiaohong, Meng Huan, and other cultivators led the spirits and warriors in worshipping the sun, moon, and stars.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, waved a command flag, arranging for everyone to worship while constantly observing the royal power.

She always felt that there was something dark about the people around Wang Quan.

"He absorbed all kinds of light?"

"What kind of fundamental practice is he cultivating?!"

The worship ceremony ended quickly.

The strong and vigorous spirits pulled the unconscious warriors and little spirits against the corner of the wall, and then cast spells on them to restore their energy and spirit.

Dream and the others went about their own business.

After tidying up the altar and stuffing the items into the treasure pouch, the female officiant sat down next to Wang Quan, propped her hands behind her back, and stared at him blankly.

A cup of tea's time...

A stick of incense...

Half an hour...

Wang Quan himself stood up, then stretched and said, "What are you doing here?"

The emcee, a Taoist nun, chuckled, "Nothing better to do?"

"If you're bored, then we'll see how you cultivate!"

"By the way, what kind of magic are you practicing?"

Wang Quan sighed: "A spell to deal with the evil of the second layer of the world."

"oh!"

"Can I cultivate myself?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "That spell is similar to the [Scripture of Salvation]."

"I'm afraid that if you cultivate yourself, you'll turn into a book."

The female officiant said, "Oh!"

"By the way, the last manor you planned using construction techniques is now complete."

"Should we go take a look?"

Wang Quan's eyes lit up: "I have to see this!"

"These estates are related to the next realm."

"I must ensure that they are flawless and without any mistakes."