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

"Damn humans, you have invaded my ancestral home, you will be punished."

"Human sirs, please, stop scribbling in my house."

"Damn humans, how dare you destroy the Cannon General? It was my beloved friend and family!"

"Gentlemen, the way you've painted the walls snow-white is absolutely hideous and disgusting."

Inside the special house reflecting the second layer of the world:

The captain and general appeared and disappeared at different times.

It sometimes curses, sometimes pleads.

He would even drag sauerkraut jars, chef's hats, kitchen knives, cutting boards, or even strange and evil things from unknown corners and stuff them into the cannons.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dense barrage of cannon fire erupted, and all sorts of chaotic things swept towards Ruo Jinghong and her companions.

Many Daoist cultivators cursed and swore as they tried to stop and resist.

"You bastard, we built this house."

"What makes you claim it's an ancestral heirloom?"

Captain-Cook: "It was built by my great-great-grandfather."

"Back then, when the sky was falling, my great-grandfather settled me here and told me to hide and not go out."

"So, this is my ancestral home."

Ma Qingqiu curled his lip: "Back then you said that when you followed the General Who Conquers the West to fight in the west, the sky collapsed, and you fell into the canyon opened up by the General, and survived with some companions."

"Why has it changed again?"

The captain and cook were stunned, a look of confusion appearing in their scarlet eyes.

After a short while, he muttered, "If I remember correctly, this is my ancestral home."

"My great-grandmother said that after I die, I will see her; she will be waiting for me in the ancestral home."

Ma Qingqiu and the others burst into laughter: "This evil one, so crazy and eccentric, is really interesting."

"He would say the sky had fallen, then he would say his great-grandmother, then his grandfather's grandfather."

"It seems that these evil memories are all forcibly pieced together, or even fabricated randomly."

"I wonder if any of them are true."

The evil captain jumped up and shouted, "Nonsense! I didn't make this up!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

"My memories are real too!"

After saying that, he shook the cannon beside him vigorously: "Second General, tell me, I'm not crazy, my memory is fine!"

One of the cannon's evil barrels softened, then lashed out at the captain with it: "Damn it, does memory matter?"

Does it matter if someone is crazy or not?

"The important thing is that we kill them and defend our home!"

The captain's eyes were bloodshot: "Kill the humans, defend our homeland!"

"kill!"

With a roar, he picked up the multi-barreled cannon and aimed it at Ma Qingqiu.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The multi-barreled cannons spun wildly, spewing out iron balls, pots and pans, stovetops and cutting boards, and even unidentified mud.

Ma Qingqiu cursed and unleashed a spell to defend himself.

The two sides were entangled:

One hour...

Three hours...

Ten hours...

As the number of Taoist scriptures carved by the king increased, the area of ​​the Bai Mengmeng safe zone expanded.

The monks began to rely on this small, temporary safety wall to fight against the evil forces.

As the temporary safety wall expands, more and more evil appears:

In addition to the initial evils such as cannons and spear-throwing octopuses, a fat woman also jumped down from the second floor.

This woman looked like a ball, covered in keys of all sizes.

She rolled around, the keys jingling, the sound waves causing many cultivators to bleed from their seven orifices.

"Focus fire, take down this fat pig first!"

A woman covered in keys...

"Ah... I'm the most alluring dorm manager, with a graceful figure; I'm not—a fat pig!"

The many cultivators ignored her and instead chanted the sutra for saving others.

Bilibili!

*Pfft! Pfft!*

Girgh!

Ow!Ow!Ow!

Golden spears flew wildly, and keys jingled.

The two worked together to produce a strange sound.

Soon, the dormitory supervisor couldn't hold on any longer and disappeared into the darkness.

However, a spider with a hundred or so vertical eyes jumped down from the third floor.

The moment Wang Quan saw the spider, he thought of the [Alliance of the Strange Eyes], and even of that big, uncanny eye.

"I wonder if its true form is in the far west."

"If we were here, would we have met?"

"If we meet, will it eat me whole?"

"hehe....."

Wang Quan was lost in thought.

Ruo Jinghong and the others should focus their attacks on the giant spider.

After the giant spider left, a multi-armed evil being and a huge book appeared.

Including the captain and cook, there were a total of six evil creatures in the room.

They are all more powerful and more terrifying than the last.

They joined forces with evil forces such as artillery to withstand the power of the "Salvation Scripture" from hundreds of Daoist cultivators.

When they can no longer endure it, they disappear into the darkness; when they come out again, they are lively and energetic once more.

During the reign of the king, dozens of malevolent energies carrying the power of the "Scripture of Salvation" were released to ambush them, leaving some holes in their bodies.

As a result, these evils disappeared into the darkness, and when they reappeared, the holes in their bodies had vanished.

wonderful!

Surprising!

Everyone realized that the room that Wang Quan had been messing with was far more bizarre than the other buildings.

Other buildings share only one characteristic.

This room, which doesn't look very big, has six unique features.

The combined effect of these six characteristics is far too great for evil.

Fortunately, none of us are ordinary people: if we can't wipe out the other party in one fell swoop, then we'll take it slow.

They have plenty of time to wait it out.

call out!call out!call out!

Wang Quan returned to the present world time and time again to restore the power of the "Salvation Sutra," and then entered the second layer of the world once more.

Each time he came in, he would glance at Ruo Jinghong and the others, then look at the Daoist scriptures that hadn't changed much, sigh in a disappointed tone, and then continue writing the Daoist scriptures in silence.

At times like these, Ruo Jinghong and the others felt as if their hearts were being torn apart, secretly cursing Wang Quan for his shamelessness.

Nima!

We'd also like to help you write down the scriptures!

But my strength doesn't allow it!

Almost everyone tried, but we just couldn't get the scripture to fall on it.

Are you sighing and complaining because you think we're holding you back?

We didn't hold anyone back.

We're working hard too!

call out!

Wang Quan returned to the second layer of the world, looked at the Taoist scriptures on the wall, and sighed subconsciously.

The next moment, a cultivator jumped in front of Wang Quan and pointed at him, saying, "Scattering Flower Daoist, can you please stop looking down on us like that?"

"We have Dao seals, and we're Foundation Establishment cultivators, so we're at least human beings!"

"You keep looking down on us and don't treat us like human beings. This is extremely disrespectful to us."

"If you want to look down on us, you can do it over a drink or behind our backs. I can understand that."

"I simply cannot accept your blatant disdain, and my inability to refute it!"

Wang Quan sighed, "I..."

Pfft!

The monk poked his ears with both hands, causing his eardrums to rupture.

Then he said excitedly, "Fellow Daoist, stop talking and stop sighing; I can't hear you anymore."

"Haha, I can finally stop hearing your disdain!"

As he spoke, the monk happily returned to his original position and continued casting spells to fight against the cannons, captains, and other evil forces.

Other cultivators, unable to bear the king's repeated sighs, had a bright idea: "If we can't hear it, we can't feel the contempt."

"How come I didn't think of such a good plan?"

Thinking of this, the group of cultivators all took action and broke their own ears.

Thus, they would never hear the sighs of royal power again.