Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 267 Bewitching Dream Seeds

Although the    copper bell was fleeting, it always echoed in Ren Qing's ears.

  Ren Qing was hesitating whether to join in the fun or not, when he suddenly felt a hurricane in the vicinity, and there was a faint strange smell in the air.

The smell of    is somewhat similar to body odor, but it is as aggressive as the smell of demons.

   "This should be the strange smell."

The    copper bell rang again.

   I saw dark clouds, and the sun's rays were suddenly blocked.

   A few hundred meters of fox fur with flesh and blood flew over, and the coat was blue-gray, as if it had just been ripped off.

  The people did not dare to look up, and the caravan stopped in time.

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes and could feel the strange aura emanating from the fox fur. It should be the fox fairy grandma in Deng Chuan's mouth.

   But he didn't find the human skin, let alone the trace of the Qingqiu monk.

  The direction that the fox skin went was obviously the Qingqiu Mountain outside the city, and the disaster caused by this taboo should have ended.

   But it's not right, it's really not right.

  Ren Qing left the caravan without hesitation.

  There are various reasons why he left Wuwei Taoist Temple. The unreasonable transformation of external disciples into bizarre monks is only one aspect.

  Ren Qing wanted to find out about the strange monks, so as to determine the situation of the muddy water in Jingzhou, and then consider contacting the Jailer Hall.

   Of course he also considered the dream market.

  Xian City is obviously restricted by the Taoist Temple of Wuwei, and only maintains the status quo for a short time.

   If you continue to open up the dream market, the only target is to choose the weird cultivator, but he doesn't even understand the cultivation system.

  Ren Qing walked quickly to the southwest.

  Deng Chuan glanced at the street inadvertently, and fell into a brief absence after finding Ren Qing's back, inexplicably familiar.

   "What's the matter, boss?"

   Deputy Zhao Xiang couldn't help but ask, and the rest of the guards also turned their attention.

"it's okay no problem."

  Deng Chuan hesitated for a few breaths, then continued: "Since Grandma Huxian has calmed down, then we don't need to go to Changning Street. Let's find an inn to rest for a while tonight."

   "Yes, now people are tired and horses are tired."

  The escorts looked excited, at least they didn't have to risk their lives to **** the darts, and the next journey would be much easier.

   They comforted the frightened old horse and walked slowly through the street.

  The nearby people walked out of the house in unison, and the stalls were re-arranged. The shouts were endless, and the original desolation could not be seen at all.

   As if the copper bell rang, the block returned from **** to the world.

   Luo Xian saw that Deng Chuan was in a good mood. Even if the death of the employer affected the business, it was better than losing the life of the guard.

   He asked suspiciously, "Boss, how did you see that Grandma Huxian has calmed down?"

   As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into a brief silence.

   Even Deng Chuan didn't realize that there were at least a few thousand people in the entire block, and the idea of ​​the fox fairy to calm down almost at the same time was born.

   They had more doubts in their hearts, but after a few breaths, they returned to normal.

   "Anyway, let's go to the inn first."

  Deng Chuan shook his head, the lively street washed away the coolness on his back, and the little strangeness in his heart disappeared.

  The **** agreed immediately.

   They were talking and laughing, but they couldn't tell that they were still in danger more than half an hour ago, and even some of their companions died because of it.

  Invisible butterflies followed the scooter, apparently Ren Qing took part of his attention to the caravan.

  Ren Qing wandered in the crowd, and then came to the southwest location.

   What came into view was a large open space, with a dilapidated and dilapidated Yizhuang in the middle, where those loose cultivators disappeared.

  Ren Qing used his heavy eyes to the extreme, but he didn't notice anything unusual in Yizhuang, it seemed to be an ordinary building.

   He then stepped into the Yizhuang.

   The temperature inside and outside is at least 30 degrees different, and there are more than a dozen spirit tablets with indistinct writing and five coffins.

  Looking at the handwriting on the spirit plaque, Yizhuang should have been abandoned by the people for some time, but the body odor in the room became more intense.

  The coffin was empty, but it was tightly sealed with rivets.

   As the streets come back to life, the surrounding voices are noisy.

  Ren Qing looked around deeply, he knew that the matter of Qingqiu Fox Immortal was not over yet, and what would happen next.

   It can be seen from the fairy market in the past few days that there is almost no rumor in the urban area where the Taoist disciples are located.

   As if the forces acquiesced to this.

  Ren Qing did not continue to let Wuji devour his own sense of existence, but walked out of the Yizhuang and soon disappeared into the gradually deepening street.

  He found an unoccupied courtyard, and then meditated cross-legged in the house.

  The projections of soul butterflies are scattered in the corners like fireflies, trying to find the source of that strange aura, but unfortunately there is no gain.

  Ren Qing had no plans to force it. If he didn't find anything strange, he would go to the area where the corpse and elephants were entrenched according to the original plan.

  When he is in the state of practice, time is like the yellow sand passing by his fingertips, and when he opens his eyes, the morning sun rises.

   Thick dark clouds covered the sky, as if it was about to rain heavily.

  The smell of body odor is getting stronger and stronger, but people don't seem to smell it.

  Ren Qing couldn't help frowning slightly. With his current cultivation level, he didn't find anything. Could it be exactly what Deng Chuan said.

   "The strange disaster has disappeared?"

  Boom boom boom…

   Autumn thunder sounded.

   As soon as his thoughts came out, he heard the sound of dense rain outside, and the pouring rain enveloped the entire city of Jingzhou.

   The chill of late autumn was brought up, and there were still pedestrians on the street.

   Someone blew the suona, along with gongs and drums, and the **** voice of the sharp old woman could be heard, as if mourning.

  Ren Qing opened the window in surprise, and saw a team of festive sedan chairs passing along the street, which is really weird nowadays.

  The people are busy taking care of themselves and turn a blind eye to the sedan chairs.

   The strong man who carried the sedan was dressed in mourning clothes, and the crowd who followed were also dressed in sackcloth and filial piety.

  The alienation of their appearance is very serious, and even the appearance of a fox can be seen in their heads. According to Jingzhou today, it is a physique that is more in line with Qingqiu's strange magic.

   Similar strange things happened in the adjacent streets at the same time. Hundreds of sedan chairs were carried outside, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard endlessly.

   There was no bride at all in the sedan chair, but rather skinned corpses.

  The corpse is wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, and it can be seen from the figure that it is a woman, but many places have begun to rot, attracting flies.

   Hundreds of people blew suona, and the sound echoed in the torrential rain, becoming more and more bizarre.

  Ren Qing was puzzled, how come there are so many sedan chairs, even if the entire Jingzhou adds up, it is estimated that there are not dozens of sedan chairs.

   This matter must be related to Qingqiu's strangeness, but there is no trace at all.

"and many more……"

   "It didn't happen in the waning moon layer?"

  Ren Qing's heavy pupils turned undisguisedly, he glanced in the direction of the blood moon above his head, and his body felt a little weightless in an instant.

   After watching the direction of the blood moon for a short time, plus it was daylight, the body and soul were not pulled into the gibbous moon, etc., but there was a slight weightlessness.

  With the subtle state, the scene in his eyes has undergone earth-shaking changes.

  The sedan chair has a flesh-like appearance, and the curtain is like a human skin that has just been peeled off.

   Blood vessels and veins spread all over the surface, and the skinless corpse he was carrying also came to life.

  The corpse is like a married bride, holding a bronze mirror and carefully smearing rouge gouache on her hideous face.

  The sedan chair is indeed from the gibbous moon layer, and the strange monk must be involved.

  The destination of all sedan chairs seems to be Yizhuang in the southwest.

  Ren Qing took the opportunity to look at Yizhuang, but Yizhuang turned into a huge courtyard, and there was a lot of people inside.

  Guests come and go, they look like people and foxes, but their cultivations are relatively shallow, they should be those of the previous loose cultivators.

   They may have come for Qingqiu, or they may want to practice strange magic.

   "What is this, the fox fairy teaching?"

  Ren Qing's interest is getting stronger and stronger. Since he can be sure that Bizarre will not interfere, it is indeed an opportunity to get in touch with Bizarre magic.

   But is the overgrown gibbous layer so safe for the eccentric monks?

   There are all kinds of weirdness there.

   Within a few breaths of Ren Qing pondering, the things in the convex layer began to disappear.

   He either went to the gibbous moon layer alone, or practiced strange magic techniques. The limitation of the double pupil was that he could not observe through different layers.

   "Actually, you can try tricks..."

  Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, and then his consciousness came to the prison in his womb.

  Xian City was relatively deserted because it was closed during the day, and only Yuan Si was strolling along the store with a few newly recruited young children.

  Ren Qing took a deep breath, and the three dream spells were integrated.

  A huge phantom figure suddenly formed outside Xian City, exuding aura that was like reality, but there was one less dream seed on his forehead.

  Dream Seed is different from Soul Butterfly. The former cannot produce projections, and can only maintain the fairy city, which affects the dream spells invisibly.

  Ren Qing had been hesitant before, but now he has a choice.

The    Heavenly Dao Dream Seed was stripped away by him without hesitation, and a slight stinging pain was born from the soul, but it disappeared in a moment.

  Xianshi couldn't help shaking.

  Ren Qing's actions made Xianshi tend to collapse a bit, cracks spread on the surface of the store, and the dream became more and more false.

   He shouted violently: "Change!"

  The light and shadow are intertwined, the fairy city is re-stabilized, and all the cracks have disappeared.

The    Heavenly Dao Dream Seed is permanently rooted in the center of Jiuhu Island, which also means that this dream instrument was abandoned by Ren Qing.

  Yuan Si did not have any fear in the face of the shaking of the earth, and even stood in the middle of the road, waiting quietly.

  The young children also became fearless when they saw this.

  Ren Qing nodded secretly, the young children were the seeds of cultivation that he collected for Wuwei Taoist Temple, so he asked Yuan Si to bring them to prison in his womb.

  Although it is unrealistic to want to expand Wuwei Taoism through this, at least it can solve the urgent need.

   His consciousness returned to the ontology.

   Then Ren Qing opened his palms, and with the blessing of the three dream spells, the new dream species that needed to be nurtured for several months gradually appeared.

   This dream seed is relatively pure, without any aura.

  Ren Qing stretched out his hand and placed it between his brows. After Meng Zhong tried to infect the body odor, he finally saw the rich aura permeating the air.

  Dream species took the initiative to absorb it.

  The strange aura is actually more like a demon, so the dream seed was named by him...

   The monster and the ghostly dream.

   There is one more chapter, wait a moment.

   The celestial insect method has been glimpsed, and the next step is to show the strange magic method.

   (end of this chapter)