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

I?

Facing imminent death?

Still talking about love?

Wang Quan looked stunned.

Yu Wanzhou, standing to the side, paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth and sneered, "Where did this bastard come from, trying to scare people right away?"

"Do you want to die?"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing two arms as white as scallions, and stared at the light with murderous intent.

boom!

A burst of light appeared as a Taoist priest played with two iron egg spirits in one hand and a bald man staring at the octopus's head in the other.

A thousand rays of light transformed into steps beneath his feet, and he strode up these steps, step by step, toward the throne:

"Scattering Flower Taoist, many extraordinary talents are now eyeing you, wanting your flesh and blood as materials."

"Instead of focusing on your cultivation, you're spending your time flirting with that slut Yu Wanzhou? You're wasting your precious time and walking step by step toward death."

"You should..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Quan laughed.

He suddenly stood up, took a step forward to the cultivator, and reached out to grab his head.

The cultivator was taken aback; his figure was illusory, and his true form appeared in another place.

"Want to pat my head?"

"ridiculous!"

"You're facing imminent disaster and still talking about love? How could you possibly be touched?"

He scoffed and sneered.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Because he discovered that royal power was relentlessly pursuing him.

That hand still descended from the sky to touch his head.

The cultivator sneered and spat out a beam of light from his mouth.

This is a beam of light from the Purple Mansion Realm.

The light swept across, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared a hundred miles away.

"Want to pat my head?"

"You think I'm bald?"

"Can you find it, can you touch it?"

The monk laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

As a result, the next instant saw a burst of light erupt not far in front of him, and then Wang Quan's figure emerged from it:

"A beam of light shot into the sky, locking onto you from all directions!"

"I just wanted to pat your head, why did you run away?"

Wang Quan smiled and reached out to continue grabbing the monk's head.

The monk frowned and stamped his foot:

boom!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, he vanished into the distance using earth magic.

As soon as the light dissipated, he stepped out and saw Wang Quan chasing after him.

The cultivator snorted coldly and immediately cast a spell to disturb Wang Quan's mind.

As a result, Wang Quan's spells were all broken.

While disturbing his mind, he also cast spells to attack the inner landscape of the royal power.

However, after casting numerous spells, there was no feedback whatsoever.

The cultivator was unwilling to give up and continued to use other spells and techniques.

However, no matter what methods he used, Wang Quan dealt with them all.

The two sometimes transformed into streaks of light and flew around wildly, and sometimes threw out lightning and fire to bombard each other.

The battle between the cultivators attracted a lot of attention.

"The battle between the far west hasn't even started yet, but the battle in the dormitory has already begun."

"interesting!"

"This is a good opportunity to observe the spells of these opponents."

Many cultivators watched as Wang Quan and that other cultivator fought.

After a fierce battle, the cultivator let out a low roar, casually tossed aside Tie Dan and the bald man, patted his treasure pouch, and a magic weapon prototype spear flew out from it.

He brandished his spear, and with a swift motion, thrust it towards Wang Quan.

Wang Quan, amidst the dust and smoke of the seventy-two roads, grabbed a stick and began fighting with his opponent.

Ding ding ding!

The two of them rode on clouds and fought their way down from the sky to the ground.

Sometimes it spews out lightning and fire for long-range attacks, and sometimes it wields weapons to smash each other.

The clouds beneath their feet sprouted legs and feet, and as they drew closer to their opponent, they delivered two powerful punches to those clouds.

At this moment, the cultivator's two iron-egg spirits approached the bald man who looked like an octopus: "Kid, stretch out your arms and legs, wrap us up, and help your master beat up this flower-scattering Taoist."

The bald man hesitated for a moment: "In a battle of this scale, it wouldn't make any difference if we went up there."

The Iron Egg Spirits laughed: "If we can't beat that person, can't we at least beat the clouds beneath his feet?"

"Don't be a coward!"

"superior!"

"good!"

The bald man reached out, grabbed the Iron Egg Demon like a meteor hammer, and charged forward, smashing the seventy-two trails of dust beneath Wang Quan's feet.

Whoosh!

The dust storm from Route 72 stretched out even bigger hands, grabbing the bald man and slapping him several times across the face.

The bald man had clear eyes. He threw two iron eggs at the monster and ran away.

The two iron-egg demons screamed, "Don't leave us behind!"

"We're all in this together; we should share weal and woe."

Upon hearing this, the bald man ran even faster.

Whoosh!

Amidst the swirling smoke, the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust grabbed two Iron Egg Spirits, smashed them a few times, and then attached them to their bodies.

Glug! Glug!

The Iron Egg Spirit rotated, resembling two bright, sparkling eyes.

With eyes, the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust's combat power increased exponentially, and in an instant, the clouds beneath the feet of the opposing cultivators were scattered and broken.

The clouds were clashing, and the battle between Wang Quan and the unknown cultivator was becoming increasingly dangerous.

At first, the two were just fighting in the sky and on the ground, but as they fought, they fell into the underworld and fought there again.

call out!call out!call out!

Many cultivators followed and entered the Underworld to watch the battle.

A short while later, the two fought their way from the Underworld to the second level of the world.

Many cultivators rushed into the second level of the world to watch the battle.

They used their wits to deduce the methods of others.

"Unfortunately, although their fight seemed intense, they were only using conventional Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment spells."

"None of the Purple Mansion-type spells worked."

"Two clever people."

"You've already started a battle of wits, why are you still hiding your true strength? Are you afraid we'll find out your true capabilities?"

"Show me your true skills!"

"If we don't use our true abilities, how can we probe your strength and scheme against you?"

A group of cultivators were chattering and complaining, wishing they could knock the two of their heads out.

At this moment, the cultivator who was fighting against Wang Quan looked grim.

He came only to intimidate the royal power and then form a team to deal with the battle against the Western powers.

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Quan attacked him without warning.

That's nothing compared to what's to come.

What made him depressed was:

The two appeared to be evenly matched in their battle of Qi cultivation and foundation building, but in reality, he had already lost.

At first, he used many spells to attack the royal authority.

But just a few breaths later, Wang Quan not only easily broke and suppressed all his spells, but now he was also starting to overpower him.

What's even more terrifying is that, for the same spell, Wang Quan's spell is significantly more powerful than his.

If the king casts ten spells, he would need eleven, or even twelve, to block them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder and fire exploded, and streaks of light collided.

After the two fought for another dozen breaths, the cultivator suddenly landed: "I'm not fighting anymore, my auspicious cloud is leaking air."

Upon seeing this, many cultivators burst into laughter, their faces filled with disdain: "They really know how to make excuses."

"If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. There's nothing shameful about it."

"The worst that can happen is death!"

"Your Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment spells are inferior to his, but your Purple Mansion Realm techniques are perhaps more powerful."

"Do you have any magic weapons? Take them out and blast him!"

A group of cultivators fanned the flames, wishing the two would continue.

The cultivator wasn't angry at all. Instead, he walked up to Wang Quan and placed his head in Wang Quan's palm, saying, "Fellow Daoist, feel free to pat my head a couple of times if you like."

Why fight to the death?

Royal power...

The cultivators...