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

Three layers of indigenous people, a huge, overwhelming group, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Above the dark clouds, three layers of indigenous people beat drums, waved flags, and shouted encouragement.

Countless evil creatures bared their teeth, roaring and howling like vicious dogs.

Meanwhile, the evil natives who had just been captured by Wang Quan and his men bared their teeth and roared at the natives in the sky.

Some of the natives who had just grasped the mysteries of the idiot path transformed into vicious dogs, baring their teeth and lunging forward, roaring.

Whenever the natives roared too fiercely and broke free of their chains, they would reconnect the chains and hand them to the second layer of evil, so that they could continue to bar their teeth and roar.

The evil beings on the second floor trembled in fear.

Because the evil in the sky is so numerous and dense.

This evil has no end in sight.

Glug!

The numerous second-tier evil beings swallowed hard and looked at Wang Quan: "Hooray! Didn't you say the new world was rich and beautiful?"

"Why are so many of our competitors attacking us?"

Wang Quan coughed: "You scoundrel, you've already stopped calling me 'Master' as soon as we're in danger?"

The evil beings on the second floor sneered, "Shut up!"

"Are you fucking sending us here to die?!"

"What new world? This is just a new land of despair."

Two layers of evil collapsed, and one of them even plunged into the idiotic artifact and went for a walk: "I'd rather live in a beautiful dream than face this cruel reality."

Wang Quan laughed in fury: "A bunch of bastards! You betrayed me as soon as something happened. You're really not good at all."

He was so angry he gritted his teeth.

But then he thought about it again and felt relieved.

Because he wasn't a good person either.

He brought these evil people here just to use them as cannon fodder and test how deep the waters of the third layer of the world really are, didn't he?

Moreover, many evils will ultimately become materials in the dust and smoke of the seventy-two roads.

Therefore, he couldn't be bothered to argue with these guys.

"If I really want to hold it against them, I'm afraid I'll have to apologize to them!"

Thinking of this, he formed a hand seal and cast a spell, transforming into a wisp of breeze that wrapped around the rebel flagpole, then blew the flag, making a rustling sound.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Bird-Headed King was slightly alarmed when he saw the royal power suddenly disappear. Then, he shouted joyfully to the vast army, "Gentlemen, our rebellion is only a small-scale, purposeful, planned, and self-aware rebellion."

"We rebelled simply to be incorporated into the military and to get permanent jobs."

"We mean no harm!"

"real!"

The evil forces sweeping in from all directions laughed loudly upon hearing this: "You mean no harm, yet you're waving the banner of rebellion?"

"When you rise up in rebellion, it means you're locked in a life-or-death struggle with us!"

"Kill the traitors!"

"Those who kill traitors will be fed for three days and three nights straight!"

Awoo!

The evil army swept in, charging forward in a vast, swarming mass.

The Yin-Yang Bird-Headed King screamed and turned to run away.

The evil ones from the second floor also carried the idiotic magical artifacts crafted by the king and ran wildly while pulling on chains.

Royal power, like a gentle breeze, sometimes hovers over the banner of rebellion, and sometimes enters the local evil army.

He observed the banners of the evil army, the sound of drums, and everything else.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

The breeze that Wang Quan had transformed into finally hovered atop the flagpole atop the bird-headed king, pondering what he had just witnessed.

The evil in this third world is similar to that in the present world.

The army included officers, generals, and marshals.

The army was operating smoothly, though not perfectly, but it was definitely much better than the evil forces in the second layer of the world.

Well, at least they won't secretly eat their comrades while the army is in pursuit.

He had originally wanted to observe the marshals in the army.

As a result, just one glance was enough to send chills down his spine. His body instincts screamed at him to get away and run away, or he would die.

He immediately burned thousands of streaks of light and fled tens of thousands of miles away before feeling safe.

Finally, he circled around the bird-headed king for a while longer.

This bird-headed king ran wildly, sometimes cursing and sometimes rejoicing.

At least a third of the evils of the second layer of the world joined his ranks and followed him down the same dark path.

There were also two evil and clever ones. They ran around, then slowly slowed down and quietly blended into the native army. Then they followed the natives, waving flags and shouting, chasing after their former companions.

There are also two layers of evil that break away from the main force, fall to the ground on their own, or hide in ruins or in temples.

Interestingly, these second-tier evils, being rebels, were able to receive the blessing of the black rebel banner, allowing them to quietly infiltrate the temple, suddenly rise up, and kill gods and demons.

Something even more interesting happened:

Wang Quan discovered that after the first evil spirit from the second level killed a temple deity, it sat on the incense table, disguised as a deity.

Then, towering trees came rushing in and fell into the hands of evil.

The evil being, holding a towering tree, seemed to have realized something: "I am the second rebel king—the Wonderful Tree King!"

Then, it hugged the towering tree and shook it.

Whoosh!

The great tree swept away all the evil in the temple and then transformed into a small tree with seven or eight branches.

This evil creature carried the sapling and actually went to the temple to hunt down gods and demons.

As it slays more and more gods and demons, the power of the Mystic Tree in its hands grows stronger and stronger.

Wang Quan found this scene quite interesting.

He thought of the second layer of evil that had infiltrated the army: "I wonder if any of them have become rebels?"

Thinking of this, he went to chase after the army.

From a great distance, he could see the army chasing after the Bird-Headed King.

At this moment, the army, with its banners waving and marching wildly, began to falter.

He blew the whistle over and quietly observed.

Then you see a second-level evil being swallow a native who was waving a flag and shouting, in order to conceal his identity, and then take the place of the native waving a flag and shouting.

As a result, the indigenous friend noticed something was wrong, the two argued, and then a fight broke out.

During the battle, these two evil forces tricked the natives into helping them, even throwing out the idiotic magical artifacts crafted by the king to transform cannon fodder into cannon fodder.

Then, the scope of the conflict expanded.

Then, another large tree came rushing in, transforming into a flagpole, and fell into his hands.

The second layer of evil cried out: "I am the thirty-sixth rebel king—the Blood River King—I have come not to bring you peace, but to bring you calamity!"

Blood River King waved his banner and led a group of evil spirits away from the army, roaring into the distance.

And there are dozens more as evil as him.

When Wang Quan came to his senses, he discovered that the seemingly endless army had actually disintegrated into dozens of rebel kings.

These rebels roamed around, burning, killing, and looting with impunity.

Wang Quan, upon seeing this, sighed and exclaimed, "These rebels are far too arrogant!"

"They actually rebelled within the army."

"The key point is that it succeeded!"

"How could these guys be so easily swayed into becoming rebels?"

As he spoke, he quickly chanted incantations and released seventy-two streams of dust, each entangling around one of the rebel kings.

"However, the more rebels the better!"

"Once these rebel kings are dead, my seventy-two smoke-dust formations will be even stronger!"

At this moment, a voice asked curiously, "How strong is it?"

Wang Quan muttered subconsciously, "It should at least be a third or fifth-tier magic weapon!"

The voice said enviously, "I think it's more than that!"

"The emergence of seventy-two rebel kings at once will surely destabilize the Third World, which has been at peace for a long time."

"Even if these rebel kings are a bunch of fools, they will still do earth-shattering things when driven by the times."

"Once they die, those flagpoles might have a chance to be forged into twelfth-tier magic weapons."

"Your Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust might one day become a twelfth-tier magic weapon!"

Royal power.....

"Ahem... Who are you?"

The voice sighed: "I am the supreme commander of this army—the seventy-second rebel king—the fake Reincarnation King."

Wang Quan... bewildered.