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

Wang Quan was in a hurry and didn't have time to explain, not because he didn't want to, but because in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, some changes had occurred within the second layer of the world's architecture:

Evil things, such as brushes and rags, came along and, carrying buckets of water, frantically scrubbed the Taoist scriptures on the walls.

The white wooden planks were stained with black grime.

In particular, the wooden board containing the eleventh volume of the Daoist scripture was covered with several buckets of sewage from which black water was constantly poured, washing away its white surface.

A wall panel displaying twelve scrolls of Taoist scriptures was appearing nearby, and it cackled grotesquely, "Defile them!"

"Let them fall from nobility to filth!"

"Quickly, defile them forcefully; let them, like me, fall into darkness!"

As it cried out, darkness churned, and evil things like kitchen knives and chisels bounced and landed on it, clanging and clattering: some slashing, some chiseling at the twelfth volume of Taoist scriptures that appeared on its body.

It was seeing this scene that made Wang Quan furious. He didn't have time to explain to Ruo Jinghong and the others, so he told them to get to work quickly.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and four or five hundred other Daoist cultivators began reciting the Scripture of Salvation.

Golden spears pierced buckets and rags, or kitchen knives and chisels.

In an instant, these wicked screams, their faces contorted in grotesque rage, rushed towards the crowd: "You wretched women, how dare you trespass into our home? How dare you disturb our cleaning?"

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

With a whoosh, a small amount of evil, fearless and reckless, charged towards the crowd.

Ruo Jinghong and the others sneered and silently recited the "Scripture of Salvation".

One spear after another fell, but before they could reach us, they were forcibly neutralized.

At this point, he quickly repaired the defiled Daoist scriptures and then began writing the twelfth volume of the Daoist scriptures.

The wall panel bearing the twelfth volume of the Daoist scripture gritted its teeth and said, "You vile woman, you have defiled me today, but one day my brothers and sisters will defile me in return."

As they were talking, the wall panel suddenly sprouted legs and feet, attempting to escape.

Wang Quan frowned, formed a hand seal with one hand, gathered lightning and fire, and pressed it forcefully against the wall panel.

boom!

The lightning and fire shattered, and the wall panels were firmly held down.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Golden light shone down, and the Daoist scriptures were depicted, marking the beginning of the formation of the twelfth volume of the Daoist scriptures.

At this moment, Ruo Jinghong and the others were reciting the Scripture of Salvation while observing their surroundings.

"This building is so unique, it actually has three floors: upper, middle, and lower."

"Look, there are still evil spirits peeking out and watching us from the top two floors."

"Look how unique these evil creatures are! Their heads look like cannon barrels, except they have two extra eyes."

"Huh... they actually put iron balls inside their heads!"

"Huh... why did they stick in a fuse? Why did they light the fuse?"

"Huh... they're spitting fire!"

"Damn, that's a cannon."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions caused the Daoist cultivators to wail and scream, flying wildly through the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of cannons was incessant.

Wang Quan roared, "Protect me!"

"Protect me!"

"I'm the most important!"

Grass!

A group of Daoist cultivators, enraged, shouted, "You're important, but so are we!"

"How can the evil here be so wicked? How could they possibly build cannons?"

"Fellow Daoist who throws flowers, are you colluding with them to harm us?"

The king's power transformed into a murderous aura, stubbornly withstanding the barrage of cannon fire.

This artillery is dozens of times more ferocious than real-world artillery.

What's even more frightening is that these cannons fire at an incredibly fast rate.

Before a single shell had even landed, a group of evildoers hurriedly stuffed gunpowder and shells into the cannon.

What's even more heartbreaking for the royal family is:

The cannons here have themselves become twisted and evil.

He witnessed firsthand how the cannons, which should have been perched on the roof, split off into more than a dozen barrels, tied together, and then sprouted more than a dozen pairs of arms.

There were evil things in front of it, filled with gunpowder and shells, with one hand holding the fuse and the other hand lighting it.

boom!

After a shell is launched, it rotates the barrel itself, igniting the second fuse.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sudden artillery barrage caused heavy casualties among the Daoist cultivators.

What's even more interesting is:

On the second and third floors, many evil octopuses covered in tentacles appeared.

They drew their bows and arrows, or hurled short spears, or threw burning cannonballs, all at once, hurling them at the crowd.

In just a few breaths, Wang Quan withstood thousands of cannon attacks; hundreds of baleful energies were blasted into disarray, making it impossible to describe the Daoist scriptures.

He gritted his teeth and shouted:

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

call out!call out!call out!

Ruo Jinghong and the others hurriedly gathered their Yang spirits and returned to the real world.

Reality:

The cultivators looked at the small house before them, then at Wang Quan, and said, "Fellow Daoist Sahua, is it really necessary to put so many cannons in such a small room?"

"Also, each floor has a different design, and when it is reflected into the second layer of the world, it may produce different amplification effects."

"But now, the evils in the second layer of the world are also becoming more troublesome."

Wang Quan chuckled: "The artillery issue isn't really a problem!"

"Wait a while before everyone goes in. Some people will focus on defense, while others will use the [Salvation Sutra] to deal with the cannons."

"And I will continue writing the Taoist scriptures!"

Although Ruo Jinghong and the others complained about the artillery, they were not discouraged by the attack they had just suffered.

On the contrary, everyone was in high spirits and full of fighting spirit.

because:

They saw the Taoist scriptures depicted on the wall.

Although it is only a small area.

However, this is enough to prove that the royal power has indeed found a way to open up safe zones.

Because, in other places, including the second layer of the world corresponding to the more than three thousand sect headquarters, there are very few cities that can open up a safe zone.

The few cities that have established safe zones have all paid a huge price to do so.

In other cities, let alone a safe zone, they couldn't even write a few scrolls of Taoist scriptures on the walls.

But now, the royal power has achieved it.

Although the area he has opened up is still small and unstable, it is still thousands or tens of thousands of times stronger than others.

Thus, everyone saw hope.

"Fellow Daoist, you can focus on writing the Daoist scripture. We will do everything in our power to help you hold on."

Wang Quan shook his head: "You need to do more than just defend; more importantly, you need to counterattack."

"Find a way to kill one of the cannons."

The mention of cannons caused the cultivators' lips to twitch.

These cannons, which originally had only one barrel, have now been transformed into a dozen or even dozens of barrels.

With numerous pipes rotating, the artillery fire was more intense than a torrential downpour and possessed immense power.

If they weren't Daoist Foundation Establishment cultivators, they would probably have been reduced to ashes by the gunfire long ago.

After discussing and finalizing their plans, the group prepared to enter the second layer of the world again.

During this time, some monks also wanted to ask Wang Quan why he was able to leave Taoist scriptures on the buildings.

But before the words could be spoken, he quickly swallowed them back down.

This skill is absolutely secret, and a huge secret at that; you must never ask about it.

If I ask and find out too much, I might be silenced.

At this moment, the power of the king's [Salvation Sutra] returned to its peak: "Gentlemen—set off!"