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

Black Hand, White-Haired Ancestor, and others fled in panic.

Wang Quan urged his army of demons to launch a surprise attack.

They fought their way through, and the number of casualties was countless.

After many new beings died, their souls transformed into new ghosts and monsters, joining the ghost army and determined to bring their former companions over to wreak havoc together.

As a result, the surviving new-style monks cursed and showed no gratitude whatsoever.

This angered the newly born monsters: "We kindly helped you out, so you could also enjoy the glory and mindset of the victors."

"But you don't appreciate the good intentions of the devil."

"Damn it! How hateful!"

"No wonder the old-style monks exploit you."

The new monks resented, "You were just like us."

"Why the sudden change of attitude after he just died?"

The newly born monsters declared confidently, "Your position determines your perspective."

"Now that we've become monsters, of course we have to look like monsters."

"Brothers, stop wasting time arguing with them, just kill them first."

"Once everyone becomes a ghost, the old-style monks won't be able to harvest us anymore."

Upon hearing this, some of the new cultivators' eyes lit up: "That makes sense."

"We fled for freedom and ease, to be free from exploitation and exploitation."

"If they were to become ghosts or monsters, they would no longer be exploited."

"If that's the case, why not become a ghost or monster?"

"Becoming a ghost a hundred or two hundred years early can be considered as avoiding detours and enjoying life ahead of time."

Thinking of this, many of the new cultivators immediately slit their throats, transforming into new ghosts and monsters.

After becoming ghosts, they felt light as a feather and could freely soar through the sky.

"So this is true freedom and ease!"

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Seeing this, the evil mastermind was so enraged that he cursed loudly.

The white-haired old man comforted him, "Stop cursing, hurry up and run away. Going to that paradise you mentioned is the best way."

The evil hand ran frantically, head down.

Initially, many Qi Refining cultivators followed.

They were slowly swept away and submerged by the ghosts and monsters.

Later, even the Foundation Establishment Ancestors were caught up by the monsters and devoured.

As they approached their destination, the evil hand turned around and saw only hundreds of thousands of Golden Core Ancestors behind him.

Seeing the remaining Golden Core elders, the Black Hand was filled with sorrow: "I paid such a high price to deceive an entire city of new cultivators into following the path."

"I didn't expect that only such a small number of laborers would come along."

"In that case, my contribution will be greatly diminished."

"sorrow!"

He was sad.

However, many of the new alchemical patriarchs were delighted.

Because, from a great distance, they could see towering mountains in the distance, and even more powerful spirits and deities than those mountains.

I saw a huge circular ring hanging in the air, rotating.

I saw many twisted creatures that looked like the Black Hand.

"The destination is just ahead."

"Brothers, keep going!"

The black hand howled and ran even faster.

As a result, a Golden Core elder caught up and whispered, "Could you ask those ghosts and gods to help?"

"If we can get the ghosts and gods to kill the army of monsters behind us, it will be a way to vent our anger."

The evil mastermind chuckled and remained silent.

At this moment, Wang Quan saw a huge circle in front of him, and saw ghosts and gods taller than mountains.

"stop!"

He raised his hand, signaling the army of monsters to stop.

Ghosts and spirits are naturally able to suppress ghosts and monsters.

Therefore, the moment these ghosts and spirits see the deities, they are filled with fear and try to retreat.

When they saw that the king had ordered them to stop, they naturally obeyed.

Wang Quan was unaware of the situation. Seeing the ghosts obeying orders without question, he was delighted: "They really are a bunch of good cannon fodder."

As he pondered, he glanced at the fleeing monks, then at the countless ghosts and gods, and at the enormous ring.

Finally, he looked around at the surrounding mountains.

After carefully observing the area and secretly calculating its coordinates, he said to the many ghosts, "There is great terror ahead."

"You must not go forward, or you will surely die."

Upon hearing this, many ghosts and monsters wept with gratitude, saying, "Lord Sprinkling Flowers is truly kind-hearted."

Wang Quan coughed: "Gentlemen, this campaign is over."

"You may all go home!"

A ghost choked back tears: "Master, our home has been destroyed by these humans."

"I have no home."

When one ghost cries, a thousand ghosts follow suit.

Soon, countless ghosts, thinking of their destroyed homeland and their dead friends, were overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably.

Wang Quan comforted you gently, saying, "Although you've lost your home, you've gained a master!"

"From now on, follow me, and you'll eat nine meals in three days. You'll earn money through work every day, which is countless times better than what you're doing in the countryside. Your future will be brighter and brighter."

Upon hearing this, the ghosts and monsters felt it made sense: "That's right, back in our old rural home, all we can do every day, besides looking for food, is lie around and do nothing."

"If I follow the master, my days will surely be fulfilling, and my ghostly life will have meaning."

Wang Quan told them the exact location and gave them a token: "Go, go to the Imperial Tomb City, that is your future."

A ghost said, "Sir, aren't you coming with us?"

Wang Quan sighed, "I sense a great terror lurking here, and I fear the traitors have incited this terror to pursue you."

"Therefore, I will stay here to stop the great terror."

The many ghosts and monsters were moved to tears, bowed repeatedly in gratitude, and then bid farewell to the royal power and ran away.

They traversed mountains and valleys, passed through spatial rifts, and navigated through spatial vortices.

After a long time, we arrived at City 95.

Upon arriving in the city, they were greeted by crows that would warn of their impending doom, who led them to various alleyways of different sizes and assigned them earthenware pots as their dwellings.

Then they were made to work, either to gather winds from the east, west, south, and north, or to refine various materials, or to sell their blood and flesh.

These ghosts felt their days were fulfilling and for a moment forgot their sorrows.

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Among the mountains:

Black Hand led the White-Haired Ancestor and others to meet the Ghost Gods.

Along the way, the white-haired patriarch and his companions saw many cultivators, martial artists, ghosts, and dark, twisted creatures toiling away under the whip.

They felt uneasy: "This doesn't seem like a paradise!"

The black hand swayed its body, a whip appeared in its hand, and it lashed at the working creatures at will.

The creatures being whipped screamed, rolled on the ground, and wailed in agony, but dared not resist.

"Look, I can hit whoever I want here."

"This is my paradise."

The white-haired patriarch and other new cultivators felt even more uneasy when they saw those creatures being whipped and their flesh torn open: "Could this be our paradise?"

The Black Hand laughed, "Guess!"

The White-Haired Ancestor and others...

They crossed mountains and valleys and came to the presence of a giant demon.

"You all wait here, don't move."

"I'll go and say hello to the spirits and gods, and see how they plan to deal with you."

The white-haired patriarch and the others nodded.

Soon, they saw the black hand climb onto the head of the ghost god, sometimes pointing at the mountains, sometimes pointing at the many Golden Core elders, gesturing and looking very excited.

The spirit master sometimes nodded, and sometimes shook his head.

After a long while, the Black Hand returned, excitedly saying, "The Ghost God is kind-hearted."

"It says that you new-style monks are experts at mining and clearing mountains."

"It just so happens that you gentlemen have discovered a mineral vein underground. Why don't you go in and start mining!"