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

Chapter 635

Day 11:

On the walls of Stone City, one after another, bull demons pulled off their horns, took a deep breath, and blew them out with all their might:

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The melodious sound of horns echoed throughout every corner of the Stone City.

There are elephant demons, cicada demons, and others, which either flap their trunks and chirp or flap their wings and hiss.

Some monsters hung toad spirits, pufferfish spirits, and other monsters on a wooden frame, then picked up a large hammer and fiercely pounded their bellies.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The resounding drumbeats, accompanied by screams of agony, stirred the blood of the masses.

A martial artist received orders and took a whip to lash out at the flower fairy, bee fairy, and others.

These spirits screamed, their voices high-pitched yet melodious.

A large bird soared into the sky, its wings flapping, creating a symphony of resounding tones that ignited a passionate symphony.

Inside the city, the people were filled with fervor.

A cultivator looked up to the sky and roared, "Ninth Squad, follow me out of the city and expand our territory!"

The next moment, the cultivator slapped his head and released his Yang Spirit.

The Yang God transformed into hundreds of Heavenly Dippers and Earthly Fiends, which wrapped around his body like ribbons, and then soared into the sky, rushing towards the predetermined landmark outside the city.

Stimulated by the symphony, the team members released their Yang spirits, which transformed into fierce energy and malevolent energy, soaring through the sky and heading straight for the landmark.

They had barely landed when an unusual weather event swept in.

This is a black-haired wind.

A black-haired wind swept through, leaving black hair everywhere it passed.

The black fur fluttered and transformed into black cats with scarlet eyes.

The black cats howled and howled, shook their heads and wagged their tails, arched their bodies and sharpened their claws, some running across the ground and others riding the wind, heading straight for the cultivators.

A cultivator patted his treasure pouch, releasing one after another magic-grade wind-stabilizing pearls.

call!call!call!

Streams of magical power fell into it, causing the magical artifact to glow and suppress the black-haired wind.

The wind beneath the black cat's feet suddenly vanished, and it fell to the ground.

Before it could get up, a cultivator took a mirror, chanted incantations, and shone it over.

The black cat was reflected in the mirror, let out a miserable cry, and was then captured in the mirror.

Another cultivator opened the box, flicked his fingers, and sparks of lightning flew out.

This thunder and fire could be yang thunder, yin thunder, yin-yang thunder, or a mutated thunder.

Thunder roared: flames surged, and the black cat emitted a meaty aroma as it burned.

Thunder roared: a chilling aura swept through, freezing even the wisps of black hair in the wind.

Yin-Yang Thunder Explosion: Black and white intertwine, like a millstone, crushing the black cats into minced meat, which, after a little refining, can be turned into cat food.

The final, bizarre explosion: throughout history, even slightly famous, bizarre phantoms have emerged.

They roared with excitement, wielding sticks, stones, kettles, and other weapons, and charged at the black cat.

The black cats shrieked, arched their backs, bristled, and turned to run away.

The only problem was that the freakish Lei Huo was incredibly powerful, chasing relentlessly, killing fiercely, and laughing in a ferocious and twisted manner.

They chased the black cats until they had nowhere to run, no matter where they went.

A black cat flew into the sky and was hit on the head with a stick, while a black cat fell into the ground and was scalded out by boiling water.

In an instant, the black cat army cried out in despair and retreated frantically.

Some black cats even broke down, baring their teeth and turning into black fur winds to join the army, determined to start all over again.

Then, a cultivator formed hand seals, and three Yang Gods emerged from the inner realm.

These three Yang gods each waved their long banners, assisting the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl in suppressing the Black Hair Wind.

The black-haired wind howled and roared, transforming into a giant wielding a long whip, fiercely lashing out at them.

Then another cultivator struck the box, and countless flying swords shot into the sky, carrying streaks of sword light, vying for position, spinning and intersecting, like a hundred boats racing against the current, charging at the giant.

However, the black-haired wind giant was ferocious, easily shattering flying swords, crushing abnormal lightning and fire, and exploding many of the cultivators' magical artifacts.

At that moment, cultivators from other Dao Beacons arrived one after another.

They attacked the black-haired giant from all sides.

Then, a monster carrying a vast number of spirits descended from the sky amidst a thrilling symphony.

A tiger, tens of feet long, landed on the ground, shaking its head and roaring:

Awoo!

The tiger's roar transformed into visible ripples, impacting the black-haired wind.

In the next instant, a large number of monsters jumped off its body.

These spirits landed and scrambled to their feet, rushing behind the cultivators.

They exhaled blood and qi from their bodies as a sacrifice to the many cultivators.

The monks received the worship, and their spells became incredibly powerful.

Then another warrior fell off the monster.

These martial artists opened the boxes that had been prepared beforehand, and thin veins of earth, spirit, and energy flew out from them.

They either land on the ground or merge into the air.

After a while, the warriors threw away the boxes and, wielding all sorts of strange weapons such as swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, dove and weaved across the spirits and monsters, fighting fiercely with the black cat.

In the distance, unusual flames rolled, but were blocked by the cultivators.

Further away, a pond was writhing, threatening to devour everything, but it was still blocked by the cultivators.

call out!call out!call out!

Colorful clouds flew out of the city.

Chains hung down from these clouds, and at the ends of the chains were hooked and bound a huge cannon.

The cannon barrel pierced a cloud, swallowing the mountain of gunpowder piled up on it.

It then sprouted hands, pierced into a cloud, and took a cannonball several meters in size to stuff into the cannon barrel.

Accompanied by a thrilling symphony, butterfly spirits carrying torches descended upon it.

"ignition!"

A voice came from inside the city; it was the voice of the Taoist nun in charge of the ceremony.

"ignition!"

Above the clouds, a hideous monster with a gaping maw roared.

"ignition!"

The butterfly spirit got excited and lit the fuse.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

The fuse caught fire.

Wind spirits and fire spirits emerged, took deep breaths, puffed out their little cheeks, and blew hard on the fuse.

The flames burned even faster, and the fuse was burned out in the blink of an eye.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

Puffs of black smoke billowed from the rear of the cannon.

The next instant, a firework sprite burst forth from the black smoke, carrying a scarlet flag. It ran along the cannon barrel, rushed to the muzzle, waved the flag forcefully, and let out a heart-wrenching scream:

"fire!"

boom!

With a deafening roar, the firework spirits at the cannon's muzzle were instantly reduced to ashes.

The shells whistled and landed on a pond.

boom!

The pond exploded, and a mushroom cloud shot into the sky.

After the mushroom cloud dissipated, the pond was shattered, and a huge hole appeared in the ground.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread around the hole, and fire and water from the earth spewed out, ravaging the land.

A monk cast a spell to repair the cracks and fill the deep pit.

Some cultivators shook their magical artifacts, taking the opportunity to suppress the broken pond.

Numerous spirits, monsters, and warriors fought valiantly to destroy the shattered pool water.

Click!Click!

The chain suspending the cannon snapped and cracked.

But the spirits in the clouds were prepared.

One after another, giant snake spirits and vine demons, urged on by the whip, wound down the chains to reinforce them.

Then pig spirits, hippopotamus spirits, stone spirits, and other creatures fell onto the cannon barrels.

They run around on it, using their own weight to adjust the vertical angle of the cannon barrel.

There are spirits such as eagles and sand eagles, dragging chains, swaying left and right, adjusting the view, and locking onto the target.

A short while later, the cannon absorbed the gunpowder and filled the shell on its own.

"fire!"

"ignition!"

"Bomb the hell out of him!"

boom!

The cannons roared, and the monsters on the cannon barrels were shattered with a bang. The giant snakes and vines on the chains were broken in two, and blood sprayed out, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky.

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, a black-haired gust of wind was blasted to pieces.