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

Since he summoned the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] to strike in the Underworld, there has been nothing left for him to handle in the vast No. 95 mansion.

Because everyone knows:

If the king is allowed to handle things, this guy might mindlessly summon the celestial patrol treasures to attack.

The [Celestial Patrol Treasure] possesses terrifying power.

A single strike could destroy a third of a city.

If they unleash their full firepower, City 95 could be reduced to ashes.

therefore:

Neither the underworld rebels nor the indigenous forces dared to cause him any more trouble.

Therefore, although he has rarely come to the Underworld in recent years, the No. 95 compound of the Underworld is still operating normally.

These beings of the underworld should be provided with resources if necessary, and magical artifacts should be crafted accordingly.

They dared not be negligent in the slightest, and when they encountered problems, they would find their own solutions, never daring to disturb the monarchy.

However, even under these circumstances, the Underworld still needed him to handle matters.

event!

This is absolutely a big deal!

Wang Quan took a deep breath to suppress his unease. He called for the master of ceremonies and the Taoist nun Meng Huan, and gave them some instructions.

Then, with a single step, he appeared directly in the underworld.

The courtyard at No. 95 appears peaceful from the outside.

However, internal turmoil and unrest persisted.

Ruo Jinghong, along with Tongtong and some spirits, was wielding special whips to lash out at the native inhabitants of the underworld.

After a few cries of anguish, the natives immediately became obedient.

However, the No. 95 mansion was too large, and Ruo Jinghong and the others simply couldn't suppress it.

Just as she was panicking, Wang Quan transformed into a malevolent aura and descended from the sky: "What's going on?"

Ruo Jinghong exclaimed joyfully, "You've finally arrived!"

"Just now, a group of beings from the real world came down from the sky and appeared out of thin air in compound number 95."

"They were originally human, but they transformed into ghosts and gods."

"No, it's even more powerful than ordinary ghosts and gods."

"They acted recklessly in the yard, arbitrarily controlling it; they were quite brutal and terrifying."

"Even if we join forces, we can't beat them."

Wang Quan asked curiously, "Are the ghosts and gods transformed from humans even more powerful than the indigenous ghosts and gods?"

His first thought was of a cultivator with the [Boundless] characteristic.

But then he quickly dismissed the idea.

A cultivator possessing the [Boundless] characteristic will be unable to be identified by any living being after death, whether they transform into a ghost or a god, or into evil.

If Jinghong can clearly identify those people, it will be enough to prove that these human cultivators are not the fallen [Boundless] cultivators.

At this moment, Ruo Jinghong explained those ghostly and divine methods as quickly as possible.

Wang Quan smiled and said, "There's no need for that!"

"As long as they're still in the house, I have a hundred ways to deal with them."

The next moment, Wang Quan snapped his fingers.

Then, the space shifted, and towering buildings resembling ghosts and gods suddenly appeared.

These ghosts and spirits either drink tea or tease the many native inhabitants of the underworld.

At this moment, the change in space surprised the group of ghosts and gods.

They surveyed their surroundings, their enormous eyes darting around, their gazes materializing and shining upon Wang Quan: "Who are you?"

Wang Quan, with his hands behind his back, smiled and said, "Who I am is not important. What's important is, can you all shrink a bit? I don't like talking to people with my head held high."

The many ghosts and gods exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Visible sonic waves erupted from their mouths, like a torrent, rushing towards the royal power.

"Little one, we are born great, it's perfectly normal for you to look up to us!"

One of the wicked people, who were being wantonly manipulated, shouted excitedly, "Great! The flower-sprinkling master has arrived!"

"When the flower-scattering lord arrives, the just heavens arrive."

"We have seen hope."

"I've seen hope in life!"

"This is wonderful!"

A group of evil people were overjoyed, singing and dancing.

The ghosts and spirits looked at him strangely: "The Emperor? Your Excellency?"

"Hehe, that's hilarious!"

The group of ghosts and spirits laughed loudly, pointing at Wang Quan: "Boy, what right do you have to call yourself the Upright Judge?"

The king remained silent, but merely colluded with those in authority.

The next moment, the storeroom in courtyard number 95 was filled with the burning of negative energy.

Thousands upon thousands of units of yin virtue burned intensely, and in just a single breath, millions of units of yin virtue were completely consumed.

Then, one after another, the tall buildings suddenly came to life.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The evil beings inside the many high-rise buildings were suddenly swept away by a strange force, and then their flesh, bones, souls, and ghosts all merged into the high-rise buildings.

The next breath:

Click!

The many tall buildings transformed into giant minotaurs.

Awoo!

The minotaurs howled, bared their teeth and claws, and dug their large hands into the earth.

boom!

The earth trembled as the earth veins were forcibly pulled out by the Bull-Headed Tower, transforming into a gigantic battle axe, brimming with murderous intent, and heading towards the group of ghosts and gods.

hiss!

Many of the ghosts and spirits that had been transformed from humans gasped in shock, feeling immense terror and despair emanating from these bull-headed towers.

We can't afford to mess with them.

They are absolutely not to be trifled with.

As they moved forward from the Ox-Head Tower, the size of these ghosts and spirits began to shrink.

A ghost or deity conjured a load of gifts and bowed repeatedly to the king, saying, "Your Honor, we were just teasing you!"

The other ghosts and spirits also nodded in agreement: "Xiangxier +1".

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan sneered disdainfully, "Now you know to call me 'Your Honor'? Too late!"

He snapped his fingers, and the bull-headed towers roared at the group of ghosts and spirits.

Roar!

A terrifying sonic wave swept down, engulfing the group of ghosts and spirits in the blink of an eye.

Many ghosts and spirits wailed, fell to the ground, and convulsed.

"Sir, spare my life!"

"Sir, spare my life!"

Wang Quan ignored the group of ghosts and gods, and instead looked at the Ox-Head Tower.

These buildings that transformed into bull-headed monsters were actually created by him in imitation of the bull-headed monsters from last time.

Originally, these bull-headed monsters were no match for the gods and spirits.

However, with the blessing of millions of merits, the power of these bull-headed towers is even more terrifying.

Therefore, these strange human spirits were suppressed.

Wang Quan had the Minotaur demonstrate its abilities against these human spirits and deities.

They beat and kicked, hacked and slashed, until they were in a state of utter misery, before they stopped.

"These guys are nothing special."

At this moment, the human spirits shrunk to their normal size.

They knelt on the ground, pleading with the king, repeatedly shouting: "Your Honor, the Upright Lord!"

The other ghosts grabbed their hair and slapped them hard across the face.

Snapped!Snapped!

After a frenzied tirade, these human ghosts and spirits became even more addicted to shouting.

Wang Quan sighed, "I thought you guys were just being stubborn."

"I didn't expect you guys to be so soft!"

Many humans and spirits sneered, "They naturally have a soft spot in front of the master."

Seeing their obsequious flattery, Wang Quan lost interest: "Tell me, who sent you?"

A human-demon chuckled, "Sir, we've stumbled upon this place by mistake!"

Wang Quan laughed loudly: "You didn't just wander into this place by mistake, you insulted my intelligence!"

Clatter!

He snapped his fingers.

In the next instant, a bull-headed beast suddenly stretched out its hand, its sharp fingernails like steel spikes, pierced through him, and then swallowed him.

—I have to go out for a bit, so don't wait up tonight, check back tomorrow morning after 8 AM.