Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 257 Gouguigou, full of brain tricks

  Ren Qing stared straight at the strange and inexplicable Qingyan Town.

  No one will pay attention to the shadows in the wall cracks, and it is safer in a short time.

   He suddenly felt a moment of confusion. After all, in the face of such a situation, he somewhat did not know how to integrate into Qingyan Town.

  Ren Qing's current goal is to find a relatively stable environment, and then silently develop the scale of Xianshi, thereby prolonging his life.

   While he was thinking about it, another Morning Street cultivator climbed out of the cave not far away, and stared blankly at the town.

   How could she know what the outside world was like, she just thought that there was no weirdness, and the danger was far less than the precarious morning street.

   But now that she saw that the outside world was full of strange things, she was so scared that her heart was split.

   "No no no...impossible..."

The    female cultivator was clutching her head with both hands, her spirit was clearly broken, and she didn't even notice that her nails had pierced her scalp.

   She knelt down on the ground with her legs soft, and the aura emanating from her body became extremely unstable.

   That is a sign of going crazy, and the real essence begins to lose control, causing the body to gradually disintegrate, and the skin to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   The alienation of the worms in various places became more and more deformed, and they could no longer maintain their human form within a few breaths.

   And Ren Qing felt that the other party was a bit out of balance, but it was actually a drawback of the Heavenly Insect Law.

  Because the true essence of the cultivator of the celestial worm method is not a relationship of self-cultivation, but is obtained by the help of the earth immortal celestial worm.

The    female cultivator directly peeled off her scalp, but she couldn't help but let out a weird smile when she saw the **** scene.

   "As expected, it's all hallucinations..."

   "Weird, it must be weird..."

   Before the female cultivator could react, a wave of magic was born in the sentry post, and silk threads shot out instantly.

The    female cultivator was tied tightly, and when she wanted to resist, she was hit by a poisonous stinger, and she quickly fainted in front of her eyes.

   "Kakakakaka..."

   "It's a pity to waste good materials."

There was movement in the    sentry post, and a two-meter spider woman climbed out of it.

   Her upper body is naked, showing delicate curves, but her lower body is a black spider, obviously influenced by some kind of weirdness.

   As she crawled out, several more small spidermen followed.

   No wonder some spider silk can be seen faintly in the corners around the outpost. I am afraid this place is under the jurisdiction of a specific force.

   "I'm still thinking about coming out of Chen Street, but it's really... courting death..."

   Spider Woman's words revealed envy, her face twisted, as if Morning Street was a peach blossom garden isolated from the world.

   She tied the woman as a pupae and transported it to the town, which seemed to be a building closer to the sentry.

   The wall was calm again, as if waiting for a new prey to take the bait.

  Ren Qing found that Spider-Man's spells are not powerful, at best, they are only ghosts, but they can easily deal with the monks of Morning Street.

   It shows that Qingyan Town has a very systematic response to the blockade of Chen Street, which may have lasted for more than ten years.

  Jingzhou people seem to have to rely on Wei Wei to survive, but the two are mutually beneficial, and it is even the monks who dominate, not Wei Wei.

   is like a fairy and a believer.

  The believers have requests from the immortals, and the immortals also rely on the believers to maintain themselves, resulting in this inexplicable symbiosis in Jingzhou.

   Don't look at the strange things, each of them seems to be comparable to the Yangshen realm, but he has not seen any further strange things so far, and it is very likely that the difficulty of promoting strange things is very high.

   In disguise, it means that they are just the product of the giant rabbit toad technique, and it is difficult to compare with the real Dameng.

   At present, the Blood Moon occupies an absolute advantage in Jingzhou, and the Heavenly Daoworm is in a rout.

   But Ren Qing disagreed.

   He knew that when a large number of Jingzhou cultivators used strangeness to reach the upper limit of their cultivation, they would definitely seek to break through the bottleneck.

   There will definitely be some monks who will start with strange things.

   The current situation has only been stable for decades, and it may take hundreds of years to ferment, and Ren Qing can't guarantee what will happen in the future.

   But he knew the hidden opportunities.

  The more turbulent it is, the more it will be able to develop Xianshi, a pool of stagnant water like Chen Street, and it is difficult to intervene without absolute strength.

  Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

   Does he have the capital for this game?

   Of course there is, Ren Qing has the resources of Water Lake and Xiangxiang in his hands, and he has also created the Netherworld Insect Law.

   He could completely rely on the Netherworld Insect method to pull up the banner of the Earth Immortals and Heavenly Dao Insects and forcefully participate in the gaming table.

   Just looking at the current situation in Jingzhou, you can know that the celestial beings are already lingering.

  The people of Jingzhou in the crescent moon layer cannot see the slightest trace of the alienation of worms under the action of the blood moon, and the waning moon layer is occupied by strange things.

If    Earth Immortals and Heavenly Dao Insects could change the waning moon layer, they wouldn't be able to do so.

   Ren Qinghu and Fake Tiger Prestige have to take very little risks. Compared with the benefits they get, they are almost a white wolf with empty gloves.

   "Yes, but it must be..."

   He stared at the Chenjie cultivator who was brought into the town, and thought to himself, "We must find out the distribution of forces in Qingyan Town."

  Ren Qing's mind moved slightly, and the ghost shadow parted and flowed in the cracks of the wall tiles, and then extended to the underground hole connecting the inside and outside.

   Originally, he was a little afraid that the night would attract bluffs, but this kind of strangeness that has not yet arrived did not dare to come outside the morning street.

   He waited for the arrival of the morning street cultivator, and at the same time continued to organize the Great Dream Pavilion in Xianshi.

  Ren Qing also added a notice at the gate of the Taoist temple to announce the task, and added content about teaching children.

   Not long after, Yuan Si appeared in the Immortal City, and his cultivation had improved a lot, but it was because the Heavenly Daoworm could not be promoted.

   After noticing the task of the bulletin board, he took off the paper without hesitation.

   Immediately afterwards, Yuan Si felt a trance of consciousness, and after regaining consciousness, she actually left the wine lake and came to the shore of the lake 100 meters away.

   He looked around and saw vegetation that he had never heard of growing nearby, but not a single insect or beast.

  Yuan Si followed the direction indicated by the mission and walked quickly towards the prison area.

   On the way, he saw a giant ghost wolf more than ten meters tall, which was resting on the mountain bag, and a husky carrying Tian A running around.

   The more things Yuan Si paid attention to, the more in awe he felt.

   When he arrived at his destination, he found that there were dozens or hundreds of strange creatures in the prison area. Even if he was prepared, he was shocked and didn't know what to say.

  The oiran had come to the passage ahead of time, and the two walked silently to the depths of the prison area.

   These courtiers have lived in Furong Building since childhood, they have long been accustomed to obeying arrangements, and they have not resisted the unfamiliar environment at all.

  Ren Qing looked at the prison in his belly on the right track from the perspective of God, and couldn't help but nodded.

  The old coffin seems to have been busy in Sanmu Lane recently, and he does not come to Xianshi frequently. It is estimated that we will talk about it in a few days.

   But the Heavenly Insects only rely on the two of them, and their cultivation has risen a little, and the effect of the Netherworldly Insects method is evident.

  Ren Qing glanced at his own information flow. After this period of accumulation and the effect of peach wine, Shouyuan is approaching a hundred years again.

   After he finds a stable residence in Qingyan Town, he can prepare to be promoted to Shadowless Ghost.

  Ren Qing can only honestly shrink in the cracks of the wall at this stage.

   At noon the next day, only a few monks emerged from the cave.

   They are wearing black magic weapons, which seem to have the function of shielding perception, but in the eyes of the spidermen, there is nothing to hide.

  The morning street monks were soon bundled into rice dumplings and transported somewhere in the town.

   Ren Qingzao put part of the black shadow into one of them, and could vaguely feel that he was heading to the northwest corner.

   It is very lively here, there are a lot of people walking through the streets, and there are countless monks.

   Until night came, he immediately performed the "night tour" of the shadowless ghost, and his consciousness came to the shadow of the morning street monk.

   Before Ren Qing could figure out the situation, he heard muttering in a crying voice.

   "I don't want to die, how could this be..."

   Morning Street friar was trembling all over, his teeth chattering constantly, his legs and hands were chained with heavy chains, making him unable to move.

   He was in a dimly lit room, and the rich stench of blood and rancidness pierced his nose and mouth.

  The ground was littered with dead bones, hundreds of flies buzzed, and the sound of rodents gnawing on bones could be heard.

   He ate flesh and blood on the morning street on weekdays, but now he was so frightened that he couldn't help retching, and he kept talking about it.

   "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

  Ren Qing was a little confused about the situation, and suddenly a gap was moved on the top of his head, revealing a huge face of a Daoist boy.

   Giants?

   is wrong.

  Ren Qing reacted immediately, not because he encountered a huge Taoist boy, but because the possessed Chenjie cultivator became extremely small.

   "Add three or two thousand knot flowers, two or two sycamore trees, and a little elephant rain..."

   "Yes, Master."

   Daotong's face shrank back, and Ren Qingcai noticed that he seemed to be in a Taoist temple. At this time, the morning street cultivator was being installed in the pill furnace.

   The materials were poured into the pill furnace, and the monks from Chenjie roared in despair, regretting coming to Qingyan Town in the bottom of their hearts.

   "Don't kill me, I am the Golden Core Stage..."

boom! !

The    pounding rod fell, and the morning street cultivator suddenly turned into minced meat, and with the beating again and again, the medicinal herbs gradually turned into a dark red liquid.

  Ren Qing swallowed. It turned out that the monks who went out from Chen Street were used as medicinal herbs.

   It can be seen that the living space of the monks in Qingyan Town is not optimistic.

   Seeing this, he slowly dispersed some of the ghosts.

   Fingers covered with black hair reached into the pill furnace and got a little liquid.

   "It doesn't taste right!!"

   "Xu Zhu, you broke my pot of good medicine!!!"

   "No no no, no master..."

   The moment Ren Qing was about to dissipate, he saw the mandrill in a Taoist robe looking over and biting off the head of the Taoist boy.

   "Is this the right taste."

  This mandrill is a bizarre cultivator. It is obviously alienated and out of control when placed in the prison hall. It is inevitable that the soul will be affected and become mad.

  Ren Qing's consciousness returned to his body, and the first thing he did was to tell Yuan Si and the two not to leave Chenjie temporarily using the Dream Butterfly Method.

   In the next few days, a total of seven monks got out of the hole.

   Their fates were different, they all died in the hands of strange monks, or refining medicine, or practicing Gu, or even as waste.

  The powers of the bizarre monks are all kinds of strange, and Qingyan Town is like a sect.

   Ren Qing stayed for more than half a month, and finally one person was not escorted to the strange monk.

   There is one more chapter, wait a moment

   (end of this chapter)