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

The demons and gods of the Nine-Bend Divine Ox lineage were smug and exuded an aura of dominance!

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The spirits and deities of the Nine-Bend Divine Ox lineage were dumbfounded and trembling with fear.

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The ghosts and gods of the Nine-Bend Divine Ox lineage knelt on the ground, heads raised, letting a group of ancient ghosts and gods slap his genitals.

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The bull-headed demon was being beaten by a large shovel while crying.

He never dreamed that he was just trying to scare Wang Quan and the others.

As a result, the people around Wang Quan suddenly transformed into terrifying demons and gods, each a thousand feet tall.

Ghosts and spirits determine their strength based on their physical size.

The larger the size, the stronger the ability.

The bull-headed demon, looking at the thousands of feet tall demon, wept uncontrollably.

Damn it, how can you guys, who are so big, hide in tiny human skins and pretend to be weak while actually being strong?

Is this interesting?

That's pointless!

Is it ethical?

You have absolutely no morals?

Don't you feel any remorse for bullying a weak person like me?

Thinking of this, he cried even harder, unable to catch his breath.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A sudden, intense blow stripped away all his worries, leaving only a face full of sorrow and tears welling up in his eyes.

Snapped!

The demon who was missing a bear slapped the bull demon's head off, then lifted him up like a chick and held him up to the sky.

In the next instant, the giant hand passed through the first and second layers of barriers, using the connection between the two layers of the underworld's safe zone to throw the bull demon into City 95.

boom!

A huge vortex appeared in the sky above City 95.

Many Daoist cultivators and ghosts saw a gigantic hand, covering the sky, grab a headless corpse and emerge.

With a flick of its large hand, it stirred up gusts of cold wind, which then ignited into billowing flames.

The burning hand paused briefly above the city for a moment before withdrawing.

boom!

The headless body of the bull-like demon fell to the ground.

The crowd gathered around to watch: "What's going on?"

The headless bull-like monster twitched a few times and got up. It shook its neck, trying to grow a head, but it couldn't.

He shrunk his body, grabbed some ghosts at random, plucked off their heads, rubbed them to form larger heads, and then attached them to his neck.

As a result, the head rotted as soon as it was pressed in.

The bull-like demon was terrified and enraged. It shook its body and tried to grow a face on its chest.

However, the face on the chest had just been formed, and the brain in the chest and abdomen had just been born, when they were obliterated by the remaining power.

This made it even more terrified and uneasy.

Many Daoist cultivators and spirits helped heal its injuries, hoping it would speak and ask about the situation in the second level of the underworld.

As a result, the words that the bull-like demon wanted to say could only be spurted out from its trachea as streams of air, making a whooshing sound that no one could understand.

In the end, a Daoist cultivator was quick-witted. She spat out a stream of magic power and carved a boulder into a head, which she then placed on its neck.

The ghost's flesh and blood writhed, connecting with the stone head, before it spoke, exclaiming in panic, "The second level of the underworld is terrifying; do not go down!"

Upon hearing this, all living beings were terrified and astonished: "What great terror is there?"

"Will those great horrors descend through the passage?"

"If it comes, can we withstand it?"

"How many beatings did you endure before losing your head?"

The series of questions only deepened the sorrow in the bull-headed demon: "The second level of the underworld has eighteen hundred demons, each a thousand feet tall."

"They each slapped my buttocks so hard they blew my head off."

"However, although they are powerful, they probably won't descend upon us."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A ghost laughed and said, "You were beaten a thousand or eight hundred times before losing your head, which is enough to prove that those ghosts and gods are not so powerful as to grab us and refine us in an instant."

Bull demons and spirits......

"They only slapped me a thousand or eight hundred times to humiliate me."

"If they really get serious, they'll probably slap my head off."

Upon hearing this, many ghosts and spirits gasped in shock, and in an instant, all the yin wind in the city was sucked away, almost suffocating the other ghosts and monsters.

Fortunately, a Daoist cultivator was kind-hearted and quickly opened his wind bag, releasing gusts of yin wind that swept through the city, allowing the many ghosts and monsters to catch their breath.

After a chaotic scene, some ghosts and spirits asked why the powerful figures from the second level of the underworld did not descend to the first level.

The bull-headed demon sighed, "The demons and gods on the second level all obey the orders of the Flower-Scattering Taoist, Wang Quan."

Upon hearing this, the Daoist cultivators cheered.

The spirits breathed a sigh of relief, but still had doubts: "Those spirits are terrifying, so why do they obey the king?"

"He has just entered the second level of the Underworld, has no foundation, and is so weak that he could be blown away with a single breath."

Why should powerful spirits listen to him?

The bull-demon sighed, "Perhaps it's because he connected the first and second levels?"

Other spirits and deities shook their heads, saying it was absolutely not the case.

Then another spirit whispered, "Could it be that he summoned a celestial guardian artifact to frighten them?"

The many ghosts and gods seemed to understand something, and they all nodded: "Only the Heavenly Patrol Treasure can deter the powerful."

However, the Daoist cultivators did not think so.

A Daoist cultivator smiled and said, "Wang Quan, who scatters flowers, has boundless personal charm, is charitable, and kind-hearted."

"Such a person will be respected by all beings, no matter where he goes."

"A mere second-level ghost or deity can be easily dealt with."

Many spirits and deities shook their heads: "If goodness were useful, if charm were useful, why would there be endless wars in the human world?"

Just then, a vortex appeared from the sky.

The expressions of the many ghosts and gods changed slightly, and they all stood up: "This is bad, it seems that the powerful beings from the second level of the underworld are about to descend."

The next breath, a coffin emerged from the vortex.

The coffin wasn't big; it was just big enough to fit one person.

Click!

The coffin lid was lifted, and an old man poked his head out, observing the crowd for a moment before asking, "Who connected the first and second levels of the underworld?"

The old man spoke, but his voice was soft and he did not unleash any special power.

However, all the people in the city, including the powerful ghosts and gods, felt their hair stand on end and were filled with great terror.

That old man is scary.

The many ghosts and gods are incredibly powerful, and the terror that arises in one's heart is even more terrifying.

Their muscles were tense, they dared not move, and they didn't even dare to speak.

He was terrified that saying a single word would provoke the old man's violent attack.

On the contrary, the weaker Daoist cultivators, though terrified, were still able to move, speak, and move freely.

The Daoist cultivator bowed and said, "Senior, the Flower-Scattering King is currently in the second level of the Underworld."

The old man nodded, then closed the coffin lid and plunged into the vortex. It was unclear whether he went to the second level of the underworld or somewhere else.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the old man in the coffin disappeared.

A ghost muttered, "What did the King of Scattering Flowers do? Why did he summon such terrifying creatures?"

A Daoist cultivator remarked, "Perhaps it's because he's connected to the first and second layers of the Netherworld?"

Many ghosts and spirits were bewildered: "I have heard that the underworld connected to the mainland has at least four or five layers, and sometimes as many as seven or eight layers."

"He's only connected two layers of the underworld; there's no need for such a grand display!"

A Daoist cultivator sighed, "This is the far west, not the mainland."

"Many polar cities aren't even connected to the underworld."