Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 250 Ghost City Jingzhou Branch

  The old coffin couldn't help coughing, and the mouth on the back of his head spurted dark red blood.

  Ren Qing noticed that the right arm of the coffin had just been transplanted with corpse spots, indicating that his physical condition was extremely poor.

   He hurriedly supported the coffin.

   When Ren Qing came into contact with the coffin, the flow of information surged in front of him.

  【Golden Handle Heaven】

  【Age: Seventy-eight】

  【Shouyuan: thirty-five days】

  [Surgery: Xuantian Method (Original Infant Stage)]

  【Xuantian Law】

  【Cultivation requires the absorption of true essence to revolve around the meridians until it returns to the sea of ​​​​qi, and the cultivation can only be accomplished when your own blood flows back. 】

  Ren Qing frowned slightly. The old coffin was originally named Jinshantian. Although there were still thirty-five days left in his life, he could die at any time.

  The old coffin has already noticed that his lifespan is exhausted, so his xinxing is a little weird.

  Ren Qing did not expect that Coffin Lao actually practiced the core technique of Wuwei Taoism, Xuantian Gong.

   However, "Xuantian Gong" has obviously been adapted, it does not need the parasitic body of the heavenly worm, and it is more suitable for the waning moon layer.

  Ren Qing inevitably wanted to get the spell from the coffin.

   There are no heavenly worms in the body of the old coffin. Even if the cultivation base reaches the Nascent Soul stage, which is comparable to the Yin and Yang realm, the improvement of the soul is still minimal.

   Unless life is extended, life is cut off.

   "Carry your coffin, the old man needs your help?"

  The old coffin fended off Ren Qing with a thin face, wiped the blood on his own, and then walked quickly towards the direction of Sanmu Alley.

  Ren Qing picked up the coffin and followed behind. At this time, the street was empty.

  People hid at home one after another, and screams could still be heard in the distance, indicating that the monks were not soft on their slaughter.

   However, at most hundreds of people died in this act, so that the morning street will not be out of control.

  Ren Qing could see that the coffin was a little gloomy, and he was about to close the store as soon as he put down the coffin.

  Ren Qing asked again tentatively: "Coffin old, I'm afraid I will need a lot of coffins tomorrow, will it be time?"

   "It's just as good as your coffin."

  How could the old coffin not understand the meaning of Ren Qing's words?

   He softened his tone and said, "Let's go, stay indoors these few days and don't go out easily, just get through it."

   "Old coffin, farewell."

  Ren Qing didn't put all his hope of acquiring spells on the coffin, after all, there is not only one monk in the morning street.

   However, to deal with those monks, I am afraid that special means will be required.

  Ren Qing stepped back to the courtyard, and even used Tiandao's heavy pupils along the way.

   He found that he was indeed not being targeted by the hidden monks, but those people gradually began to suffer casualties.

  Ren Qing also noticed that in the darkest corner of Chen Street, it was more normal for me to be selfish about things like the coffin.

   He deliberately concealed his breath, and his sense of presence was minimized.

   "Hey hey hey..."

   Strange laughter sounded.

  The old man who looked like a groom walked into the alley, and when he came out not long after, the corners of his mouth were already stained with blood.

   Or a gentle and pleasant oiran, but in fact, he cannibalizes people without spitting bones.

   For these monks, the order of the morning street must be maintained, and on weekdays they will even take the initiative to solve the trouble.

   But the appearance of the baby fox gave them an excuse to kill.

  Theoretically, as long as all the people who know the name of the baby fox are killed, the crisis can be stopped.

   But in fact, even they themselves already know that the advent of the strange way is a certainty, and it is an unavoidable disaster.

   Now it's nothing but a carnival.

  Ren Qing knew that the killing would only last for about two days, otherwise the order of Morning Street would collapse, and this place would become a real "prison".

   He sat cross-legged in the wing, thinking about how to intervene.

   At present, Jingzhou is in a melee between the Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao worm, and it is not difficult to kill a cultivator who has built a foundation and formed pills quietly.

   However, there is indeed a lot of room for manipulation. If you can build a ghost city, you can even consider setting up secret hands.

   "Only two days..."

  Ren Qing closed his eyes, and the ghost came to the prison in his womb.

   The head of Zexian, who divides his soul, is located in the center, and his appearance immediately changes to three flowers gathering on the top, five Qi Chaoyuan, with a strange and inexplicable fairy spirit.

   He stretched out his hand and pinched the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed and placed it above the eyebrows.

The    ghost image also entangled the sub-soul, allowing the latter to borrow the secluded energy of the heavenly worm.

   In this way, the split soul instantly turned into a cultivator of the Heavenly Dao Law, and even the aura he exuded was far more mysterious than Ren Qing had expected.

  The "immortal" of Zeren, the "Dao" of Tiandaoworm and the "illusion" of dreams.

   The three breaths have an inexplicable connection and are closely related to each other, making the appearance of the split soul even more mysterious.

  Ren Qing was moved when he saw this thought.

   The Zexian head in the center became blurred, and then turned into Yuanshi Tianzun, and the nightmare head on the right became Lingbao Tianzun.

   The aura of splitting the soul is even more terrifying, and anyone from a Taoist background would not dare to look at him at all.

  The Heavenly Dao Dream Seed in the middle of the eyebrows exuded a faint light, and then the finger was on the island in the center of the lake, and the hazy Taoist temple was looming.

  Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and tried his best to maintain the Dream Butterfly Method.

   After a while, the Taoist temple became a reality.

   The Taoist Temple has white walls and blue tiles, and there is a weeping willow tree in the courtyard. Next to it is a spring that spews wine, and a jade gourd instrument is suspended.

  The wine gourd has been refined into a strange weapon. Although it has not yet been integrated into the strange object, it is obvious that it is not an ordinary magical weapon.

  Ren Qing nodded with satisfaction, everything was done step by step.

   It is not easy for the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed to turn into a ghost city. For the time being, only a Taoist temple can be constructed, but it is enough to deal with the current situation.

  He opened his eyes and walked from the courtyard to the quiet and silent residential area.

   is now the end of the slaughter, so fewer and fewer monks are participating, and the streets are beginning to see a little more life.

   As for whether or not the source of the baby fox spread has been discovered, it is estimated that most monks don't care, after all, it has already happened.

  Ren Qing glanced at the sky, there were still three or four hours before the night.

   He wandered around the residential area silently, but he was actually observing the monks who were about to move, looking for suitable targets.

  Ren Qing soon found a candidate. He deliberately entered a nearby unmanned house and lit candles while the doors and windows were closed.

   The faint light is like a firefly in the dark night, always attracting attention.

  A man with abscesses came out of the shadows. Not only was his appearance ugly, but his legs were born with disabilities of different lengths.

   Yuan Si swallowed and stared at the lighted house with his triangular eyes.

   After the cultivator slaughtered, who did not kill a lot of money, but he still looked thin, and there were constant noises in his abdomen.

   Yuan Si covered her stomach and muttered to herself: "There was no one living in this house a few days ago, but now there are people suddenly, maybe it is the communicator..."

   "It's not too much for me to kill him, not too much at all..."

   Yuan Si seemed to be comforting her only remaining conscience, and she also seemed to be looking for a reason to stumble towards the house.

   But when he actually got to the door, he hesitated.

   In fact, there are many people like Yuan Si in the world, who cannot do good deeds, nor have the courage to do evil.

  The wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and the aroma of wine permeated the heart.

   Yuan Si swallowed and walked hesitantly into the house, and soon noticed a glass of crystal clear wine on the table.

  The wine evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, not giving him a chance to choose at all, and the wine mist poured into Yuan Si's nose and mouth.

boom!

  Yuan Si fainted from sleep, and soon snored.

   He felt that he was having a very vague lucid dream, but his consciousness was unconscious, as if his soul was separated from his body.

   Yuan Si secretly said badly, could it be true that there are monks above Nascent Soul hidden in Chenjie, otherwise why would he silently attack him.

   With his foundation-building stage, it seems that he doesn't even have the power to resist.

   When Yuan Si regained consciousness, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding area was actually a Taoist temple, and a thick fog enveloped the world.

  The willow trees are swaying in the wind, and the crystal clear Jiuquan is not like the world.

   What surprised him the most was that a deafening whale sounded, and a huge black shadow appeared in the clouds.

   Yuan Si's eyes shone with light, as if returning to twenty years ago.

   At that time, he was not trapped in Chen Street, and he traveled to Jingzhou with his master, and it was also the rare and exotic animals he heard about at that time.

   "Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, but it turns into a bird, its name is Peng, the back of Peng, I don't know how many kilometers..."

   Before he finished speaking, he felt that the clouds and mist were separating a gap.

  A two-headed immortal stepped out of the sky, surrounded by cranes, accompanied by immortal trees with golden branches and jade leaves on the ground.

   "Fairy... There are really immortals in the world..."

  Yuan Si had never dreamed of becoming an immortal and attaining Tao, but at this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, and she even wanted to give her heart and lungs.

  Separate Soul stood in front of Yuan Si, who fell to his knees devoutly.

  Ren Qing couldn't use all the excuses he wanted, and he was stunned for a few breaths before he said, "Yuan Si, would you like to be detached?"

"willing……"

   "This is the Immortal City, which opens every 30 days. You can enter with a voucher."

  Ren Qing tapped Yuan Si's forehead, leaving a trace of the heavenly dream in his Niwan Palace.

   The aura is barely detectable, unless you attack Yuan Si's Niwan Palace, you can't find it at all.

   Even if the Niwan Palace is destroyed, the breath can dissipate at any time.

   Yuan Si looked at Ren Qing incredulously, his mind was chaotic, and he was no longer fortified because of the influence of the Dream Butterfly Technique.

   "You can exchange what you want in the Fairy City, but you must pay the price."

   "The price..."

  Yuan Si was still thinking, Ren Qing directly extracted the memory from the soul that had acquiesced, and suddenly there was a thick book in his hand.

   The book is called "Dirt Method", which is exactly the spell he needs.

   The memory obtained in this way is relatively complete, and there is no need to worry about authenticity.

   "Yuan Si, what do you want?"

  Ren Qing was going to ask Yuan Si to pull someone for him, so naturally he would give him some benefits.

  Yuan Si sighed and said: "Xianzun, my teacher didn't give me a Taoist name before he died, can you..."

  Ren Qing opened his mouth. Anyway, Zexian's head was wearing the vest of Yuanshi Tianzun, and he simply said: "You should be called Guangchengzi."

   "Thank you, Immortal Venerable."

   Yuan Si was very grateful.

  Ren Qing flipped through the book and noticed the cultivation method of the revised Heavenly Dao Fa, and suddenly became enlightened and came up with a bold idea.

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