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

The third layer of the world corresponding to the far west:

If Jinghong, Meiniang, and others shake the [Dutian Banner], they will sweep away all the evil spirits.

Many Daoist cultivators either formed hand seals to conjure illusory magical treasures and wreak havoc in all directions, or chanted the "Scripture of Salvation," vainly attempting to create a temporary safe zone on the dark earth.

Daoist cultivators had just arrived. They opened their treasure pouches and took out house-shaped magical artifacts carved with Daoist scriptures.

call!call!call!

As streams of magical power penetrated, the magical artifacts and houses swelled in the wind, and the Taoist scriptures on them shone brightly, resisting the darkness.

The other cultivators frantically poured their magical power into the magical artifact house.

As a result, the house lasted only a dozen or so breaths before it was swallowed by darkness and turned into ruins.

"That won't work either!"

One cultivator discarded the other magical artifacts carved with scriptures, then took to the air and landed next to the temporary miniature sun: "Everyone, I feel that the miniature sun is still the most reliable."

"As long as the power of this little sun continues to grow stronger, it will definitely be able to open up a safe zone here."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spewed out streams of true solar fire that fell upon the small sun.

This little sun shines brightly, illuminating all directions.

However, more dark clouds swept in from afar, squeezing out the sun's brilliance.

In the end, the little sun's radiance couldn't even reach the earth.

The group could only keep lowering the height of the small sun.

Finally, the little sun came to rest three meters above the ground.

"This is too difficult!"

One cultivator sighed, "Theoretically, you can start to shake things up at the third level after you've reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

"But we've already reached the Purple Mansion level, yet we're being suppressed and beaten in this place."

"This is too difficult!"

Mei Niang gritted her teeth: "Could anything be more difficult than the second level of the Underworld?"

"Everyone, hang in there for a few years."

"As long as we keep killing, we can definitely make the evil ones tremble with fear."

"I'm sure I can carve out a niche for myself here."

Everyone remained silent.

Because they knew that these evil people were fearless and incapable of being afraid of death.

However, as everyone knows, they are only fighting here for the sake of saving face.

Surely, while the king can easily handle the more bizarre and terrifying second layer of the underworld, these people can't even stand firm in the third layer of the world for ten days or half a month.

This way of putting it is easy to say but hard to hear.

Therefore, we must persevere.

At that moment, the surrounding space distorted.

In the next instant, royal power descended.

After the king descended, a Yang God, radiating brilliant golden light, emerged from the Purple Palace.

Holding the Purple Mansion in one hand and forming a hand seal with the other, it carried the newly crafted [Capital Heaven Banner], standing quietly behind Wang Quan, like a small giant.

When Ruo Jinghong and the others saw Wang Quan, they immediately felt ashamed and covered their faces with their sleeves.

Mei Niang was filled with shame and indignation. Recalling all the past events, she quickly pulled her semi-transparent bodice to cover her face and said in a coquettish voice, "Man, who are you? It's dangerous here. Quickly return to the real world."

"If you dare not go back, I will personally escort you."

Royal power...

The Daoist cultivators...

Ruo Jinghong waved her sleeves, gritting her teeth: "You slut, get to work, stop being so lewd."

Mei Niang...

Wang Quan coughed, looked around, and saw the endless surge of evil, but he remained unmoved.

When he saw many Daoist cultivators reciting and carving the "Scripture of Salvation," yet unable to create a temporary safe zone on the ground, he frowned slightly.

Previously, on the second floor, Daoist masters at the Foundation Establishment stage were unable to carve the "Scripture of Salvation".

Even now, on the third floor, the Daoist masters who have reached the Purple Mansion level are still unable to carve the "Scripture of Salvation"? Unable to carve the "Daoist Scripture"?

Things seem to be getting complicated.

Wang Quan took a deep breath: "Everyone, move aside, I'll give it a try."

Many Daoist cultivators were delighted: "Fellow Daoist, don't try it on the ground, try it right here in this pavilion."

Numerous Taoist priests, surrounding the royal power, arrived before the three-story pavilion.

"The attic is huge, and it's exactly the same as the second floor."

"It would be best if we replicated our second method, occupied this place, and then expanded outwards."

Looking at the snarling evil on the gate and the spinning multi-barreled cannons on the roof, Wang Quan felt that this evil was far more terrifying than the second floor.

He looked at Meiniang: "Meiniang, you have experience dealing with multi-barreled cannons, you take charge."

Mei Niang gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I've tried dozens of times, and all I've done is bleed profusely. It's been completely useless."

"The multi-barreled artillery here has no sense of romance."

Wang Quan looked at Ruo Jinghong.

Ruo Jinghong said with a look of shame, "We've tried so many times, but we still can't get it to work."

Wang Quan coughed: "Then, I'll give it a try."

He did not recite the "Symposium for Saving Others," but instead recited the "Symposium for Saving Me."

Bilibili!

Girgh!

Using culture as a spear, we pierce the evil on the door panel.

As it turned out, these evil forces reached behind them and pulled out a tattered shield.

boom!

The spear that the "Sūtra of Salvation" transformed into exploded and burned the shield.

Evil screams and wails echoed from the shield.

The evil spirit on the door panel smugly said, "Wang Quan, you can't hurt your grandpa."

"My grandfather participated in the army of one of the seventy-two rebel kings a few years ago—the Yin-Yang Bird-Head King—and served as a squad leader in the army."

"Although I deserted, I haven't forgotten the skills I learned in the army of the Yin-Yang Bird-Head King."

"You want to kill me? You dare?"

Royal power...

Ruo Jinghong and others.........

"What a pity, why did you desert?" Wang Quan said regretfully.

If the other party doesn't desert, he can try the Seventy-Two Styles of Smoke and Dust Techniques to see if he can control them.

After all, the Seventy-Two Rebel Kings and the Seventy-Two Smoke and Dust were related.

The Seventy-Two Roads of Smoke and Dust may not be able to control the Seventy-Two Roads of Rebel Kings, but they may be able to control the soldiers under their command.

Unfortunately, the other side deserted.

He couldn't try.

The evil sneer on the door panel said, "The Yin-Yang Bird-Headed King is an idiot. If Grandpa hadn't defected, he would have been tricked to death by him sooner or later."

"Alright, let's not talk about those stupid rebel kings anymore."

"Come on, keep hitting Grandpa on the head; let Grandpa see what you've got up your sleeve."

As it spoke, the evil creature hopped around, tilted its head, and kept pointing at its own head with its finger: "Come on, hit it!"

"If I don't beat you, I'm a coward."

Wang Quan's lips twitched as he looked at Ruo Jinghong and the others: "Has it always been this brave?"

Ruo Jinghong and the others nodded in unison, saying with considerable shame, "It has always been like this."

"We tried to catch him, but we couldn't."

"Its current methods are similar to those of traditional Chinese ink painting, but they are not on the same level as ours."

"But even when we tried to capture him using traditional Chinese ink painting techniques, we couldn't."

The evil figure on the door smirked triumphantly: "You little bastard, come on, hit me!"

Wang Quan nodded, then reached out to grab the evil door panel.

The door panel curled its lip evilly, its corners twisted in a disdainful manner: "Even if you were given a thousand years, you still wouldn't be able to catch your grandpa."

However, in the next breath, Wang Quan used the methods described in "The Emperor's Tale of Big Fish & Begonia".

Fish scales appeared on one of his hands, resembling the sharp claws of a roc, piercing the door panel.

He stabbed his hand into the door panel, feeling the distance between himself and evil shift, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.

Click!

The large hand changed, and the fish scales on it suddenly turned into feathers.

In the next instant, he strode across the barely visible distance and grabbed the door panel by the neck.

Ruo Jinghong and the others were stunned.

The door panel twisted its mouth in a sinister way, its face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"Get out here!"

"No..." The door panel shook its head frantically, struggling and retreating.