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

Wang Quan roared, wanting to kill Xiao Ming.

Qinghe quickly refined a stream of magical power and used it to kill Xiaoming.

The children, childhood friends, and great monks on the surrounding bunkers also shouted and threw oil, boulders, and ballistae to shoot and kill Xiaoming.

Even the new abbot forcibly defied the course of history, opening his mouth and spewing out yellow sand to kill Xiaoming.

Standing in his designated spot, Xiaoming showed no fear; instead, he laughed loudly, "A bunch of weaklings! You think you can kill me?"

"Naive, so incredibly naive!"

Faced with the overwhelming attack, he roared to the sky, his hands forming a hand seal: "Return of Power!"

call!

A massive amount of ash, gathered together, resembled a bolt of silk.

Strands of silk threaded through his body.

"This is my magic."

"Return, my magic!"

Wang Quan and the others were astonished: "Is this ashes your magic?"

Xiao Ming said smugly, "Not bad!"

"I said the ashes are my magic, and they are."

Royal power.........

Qinghe...

Damn, cheating like this is just awful.

The wind blows the royal power, and the wind sweeps away much of the ashes.

At this moment, Xiaoming, who already possessed magical powers, took a step forward, and a halo appeared beneath his feet.

The halo rotates, like a wheel:

"I am invulnerable to all magic!"

boom! boom! boom!

Techniques such as the Samadhi Wind and the Annihilation Spell vanish the instant they touch the aura.

The halo also blocked the falling boulders and oil.

boom!boom!

Although the halo blocked the boulder, it still began to sway.

Qinghe shouted, "Scattering Flower Taoist, his aura can defend against magic, but it's not very effective against physical attacks."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed two large hammers that had already been forged and rushed forward.

"Xiao Ming, prepare to die!"

The warhammer swung, smashing through the air, and came hurtling in.

The eyes of the True Lord Wang Ming contracted, and he quickly unleashed a spell.

The spell was a swirling sandstorm, like a tornado, sweeping in.

Wang Quan laughed loudly, "Xiao Ming, I know all the spells you know, and I also know the ones you don't."

He opened his mouth and sprayed out a water tornado.

boom!

The two tornadoes collided, scattering yellow sand all over the ground.

After the wise and virtuous king Wang Ming retreated, he took the puppet of Madam Tu, muttered some incantations, and then threw the puppet into the air.

call out!

The doll swelled up at the sight of the wind, opened its mouth and spewed out a gust of sand, then grabbed two pig-slaughtering knives and charged toward the king with tears in its eyes.

boom!

The hammer smashed through the sandstorm and then struck the puppet butcher.

call out!

The puppet butcher was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and bouncing a few times before twitching.

Wang Ming growled, "Senior, don't hold back, kill Wang Quan."

"Charge!"

The puppet butcher, with tears in his eyes, once again charged toward the throne.

boom!

Wang Quan casually smashed him away with a hammer, then charged towards Wang Ming.

Wang Ming plunged both hands into the halo: "Bring on the hammer!"

boom!

The earth roared, and a giant hammer appeared.

"You have a sledgehammer, and so do I."

"Let's see who can hammer the best!"

He charged toward the throne with murderous intent.

The next breath:

The four sledgehammers collided.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the four sledgehammers exploded.

Hundreds of metal fragments, like a torrent, swept back towards the two of them.

Wang Quan formed a hand seal, creating an inverted seal, which twisted the metal fragments and sent them hurtling towards Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming then spoke up, saying, "All these fragments are my soldiers."

Whoosh!

The fragments that initially rushed towards him transformed into tiny soldiers, who arranged themselves into formations and charged toward the throne.

The fragments from both sides collided, clanging and clattering, scattering all over the ground.

Xiao Ming plunged his hands into the halo again: "Bring the knife!"

Whoosh!

Two crescent-shaped swords, each taller than a person, emerged from the center. He wielded the swords, their blades flashing brilliantly, like rolling wheels, displaying a ruthless and vicious nature.

Seeing that Wang Quan was unarmed, he laughed loudly, "Extraterrestrial Demon Wang Quan, your magic is useless, and you don't even have a weapon. How can you fight me?"

"You think you can take this lying down?"

"Come, die!"

In the next instant, the blade flashed and rolled, crushing towards the king's power.

Wang Quan sneered, "I've fought the Emperor hand-to-hand for three hundred rounds. So what if you have a weapon? Do you think you can compare to the Emperor?"

Undeterred by the flashing blade, he charged toward Xiaoming.

At that very moment, Qinghe, with the blessing of the Dao seal, directly switched to cultivating the Dao of Alchemy.

She plunged her hands into the earth, her magic surging, and golden ritual objects appeared before the royal authority.

Crack!

As the ceremonial regalia turned, two scimitars, each as tall as a person, fully materialized as Wang Quan charged forward.

Wang Quan was delighted. He casually grabbed his two swords, turned them into wheels, and rolled them over his opponent.

Ding ding ding!

The blade flashed and fragments flew everywhere.

The terrifying force of the collision sent Wang Quan flying dozens of meters backward.

Xiao Ming, on the other hand, was sent flying over a hundred meters away.

boom!

The two landed, and fragments fell.

Not far away, the puppet butcher rushed up, his eyes filled with tears, and sprayed a gust of sand at the king.

The wind and sand were fine, only ruffling Wang Quan's long hair.

The puppet butcher forced a smile, blinked hard, and roared inwardly: "Wang Quan, I was forced into this."

Wang Quan blew a gust of wind, sending the butcher flying hundreds of meters away, before rushing towards Xiao Ming again.

At this moment, Qinghe activated many secret techniques and, with the help of the gradually recovering foundation of Daoist scripture, refined a second layer of magical power.

She activated alchemical magic, conjuring weapons that appeared on the path that the king was bound to take.

Stab it!

Wang Quan grabbed a long spear, shook it, and charged towards Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming pierced the halo: "Spear, come!"

Then, he grabbed his spear, bounced on the decaying buildings, and transformed into a beam of light, hurtling straight toward the throne.

Ding ding ding!

The two fought fiercely.

Wang Quan would occasionally unleash bizarre and varied spells, which were all obliterated by the aura, but he continued to cast them relentlessly.

At the same time, Qinghe manufactured various weapons for him.

Xiao Ming pulled weapons from the halo, and the two of them clashed and fought fiercely.

Qinghe simultaneously used magic to forge numerous weapons and cultivated her magical power, steadily improving her spells.

In her spare time, she would constantly use curses, nightmare spells, and other magic to ambush Xiaoming.

Unfortunately, within the halo, Xiaoming was immune to all spells.

The puppet butcher kept charging forward.

He secretly spit a mouthful of sand the thickness of a finger at Wang Quan, and before Wang Quan could beat him, he used his legs to fly backward, crashing into some houses, falling to the ground, and twitching a few times.

This posture looks absolutely perfect.

Even Xiaoming was fooled by him.

Xiao Ming shouted, "Senior, you did a great job! Hold on! If you harass him a little more, I will definitely kill him!"

A cup of tea's time...

Qingfeng Temple is gone.

The new abbot led everyone to flee to the town.

A quarter of an hour...

The town is gone.

The new abbot once again led everyone to flee to an even more distant place.

A group of decaying creatures fled for a while, then suddenly one of them plopped down on the ground: "We're not running anymore!"

"We were originally expecting a feast, with music, singing, and dancing."

"How did things suddenly turn out like this?"

"The place to celebrate is gone, the town is gone, and our homes are gone!"

"And besides, we're all rotten to this extent!"

"What's the point of living? It's better to be dead!"

Someone comforted him: "Don't be sad!"

"Even if we die, we can't die until that bastard Wang Ming is dead!"

"We want to watch him vanish into thin air!"

At this moment, the abbot gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, Fugui taught me the curse and nightmare technique. Let's build a shrine for Xiaoming and then curse him."

The group felt it was useless, but they still found a secluded place to build a shrine and prepare to curse.