Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 571 There is always Xiaoxiao who doesn't open his eyes (two in one)

  Jingzhou, the inner world.

  After being devastated by various forces, the ecological environment has become extremely messy.

  The grass and trees in the southwest corner are covered with eyeballs, the bones in the north are piled up into mountains, and the ditch in the east is filled with corpse oil.

  All visions originate from the invisible influence of spells on the inner world.

  As the pilgrimage to the Ten Thousand Buddhas is approaching, various forces have become more and more crazy, even doing inexplicable behaviors that harm others and benefit themselves.

   It seems illogical, but how many monks are logical, they are all lunatics.

  Xiao San'er and Zhou Wu came to the inner world together, and it has been more than half a month before I know it.

  The two were collecting Gu worms in a relatively remote area of ​​Jingzhou, and had no intention of going to various forces to pull out their teeth.

   On the one hand, Xiao Saner is helping his elder brother Zhou Wu to obtain blood crystals to prepare for his promotion to the Yin and Yang realm in the future.

  The monks of the jailer's hall in the inner world have formed a large scale. They have communication information with each other, and they can pass the content by relying on the fairy key.

  The two suspect that the forces of the deep world are secretly instigating the inner world, wanting more monks to take risks and ascend.

  Such a conspiracy, but it works very well for this group of lunatics.

  Many monks appear calm and calm on the surface, but they are downright speculators in their bones, with an extreme style of behavior.

   What's more, most of the monks who can come to Jingzhou to seek opportunities have been stuck in the bottleneck for hundreds of years. If they can't break through as soon as possible, their chances will only decrease with time.

  Xiao San'er sighed, according to the information received by Xian Key, some forces began to kill each other, just for the chance to ascend.

   Maybe in a few days, killing will become the main color of the inner world.

   Fortunately, it has nothing to do with them, Xiao San'er still knows how much he has.

  Although he was lucky enough to be promoted to the Infernal Realm, but all his skills are in refining weapons, and even the spells are for matching weapons, so he is really not strong against the enemy.

  The cicadas were still singing in the forest, and the Gu insects were mixed in.

  It is not easy to distinguish Gu insects, but for the two of them, they are already familiar with it.

  Xiao San'er had set up the mountains and forests in advance, so he didn't have to worry about strange monks approaching, so he chatted with Zhou Wu.

  Zhou Wu is not a few years older than Xiao Saner, but his mental outlook is completely different.

  Xiao Saner still looks like he is in his early twenties, but Zhou Wu has gray temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes highlight a strong sense of vicissitudes.

   They chatted and talked about the troubles in the inner world of the Jail Hall.

  Even though most of the Heavenly Paradise Realms have ascended to the deep world, the rest of the Heavenly Paradise Realms are preparing for their ascension, and have not shown themselves for a long time.

  However, facing the Yangshen Realm stationed in the inner world, the Jail Hall is still retreating steadily.

  The monks who take out the missions are uneven, unable to show the devastation in the surface world, the Heavenly Court will naturally be looked down upon.

   There are even forces who completely treat Heaven as a joke and don't care about rumors at all.

  Zhou Wu asked worriedly: "San'er, many comrades have died, right?"

   "There were actually not many casualties, but it is said that a certain force deliberately imprisoned dozens of monks in order to force the Heavenly Court. I don't know the result."

   "Don't know where the captivity is?"

  Zhou Wulue was a little worried. Among the monks who came to the inner world, many of them were familiar with him, and they had wives and children to take care of at home.

  Xiao San'er couldn't help complaining and replied: "Brother, don't worry about this. If you can't be promoted to Yin Poor Realm within a hundred years, it will be very difficult to break through the bottleneck."

   Zhou Wu looked at his younger brother's anxious expression, and couldn't help showing a wry smile.

  He doesn't care at all whether he can be promoted to the Yin Poor Realm, and his age has exceeded his expectations, and his death can be expected early.

  Even if the body dies and the dao disappears, Zhou Wu is not going to transform into a zombie. Longevity is not a good thing, but more like a curse.

   But he thought that his death was really cruel to Xiao San'er, so he nodded and said: "That's fine, I have to try."

   "Well, it must be no problem."

  Xiao San'er showed a smile on his face, Zhou Wu was actually considered the best among a group of physical martial arts monks in Changsheng Township back then.

   It's just that Zhou Wu's spirit is neither humble nor overbearing, and his attitude towards practice is completely resigned, which eventually leads to the gradual decline in progress.

  After he got Zhou Wu's reply, he couldn't help feeling relieved.

  Xiao San'er held a magic weapon and performed the No-Aim method, and Zhou Wu cooperated with him with agility and agility, and the efficiency of catching Gu insects was extremely high.

   Now that Dream City has been perfected by Ren Qing, it has become much more humanized.

  Usually, if strange objects have never been included in the Great Dream, the value of blood crystals is generally between five and ten times.

  The two chose to sell the unique Gu worms to Dameng Guidao, while the repetitive ones were used to refine weapons.

   I have to say that Jingzhou is indeed a treasure house full of gold, not to mention weird things, even some plants and trees have been looted by Dream City.

  They have been busy for several days, and the blood crystals they earn are higher than the benefits of alchemy.

   It's just that the area of ​​the mountain forest is limited after all, Gu worms are easy to be exhausted and fished, Xiao San'er thinks about it and it's time to change places.

  Just as they were about to transfer, they suddenly paused.

  The fairy spoon placed on the chest exudes bursts of warm light, and then sends them some information, which is clearly an order to assemble.

  The conditions for the immortal key to issue orders first need to have the post of immortal.

  With Xiao San'er's role as a ghost fairy, if he can pass on orders to him, the person who initiated the evil must be a human fairy.

  Uncharacteristically, Xiao San'er turned around quickly and said, "Let's go and have a look first."

  Zhou Wu asked suspiciously: "The location of the assembly should be the force that imprisoned the same way? Are the seniors planning to make a move?"

   "I'm not sure, but it's definitely not to be missed, maybe I can get a share of it."

   While Xiao Saner was talking, he took out the disc-shaped magic weapon, and the two stepped on the magic weapon quickly, turning into an afterimage and flying towards the destination.

  At this moment, all the monks of the jailer's hall in the inner world gathered towards the destination according to the information of the order.

  It was able to attract swarms from the Jail Hall, but it turned out to be a valley surrounded by thorns.

  A dozen monks wore Taoist robes in the style of "Heavenly Court". They were bound by thorns and hung upside down in mid-air, with blood dripping continuously.

  Besides them, there are hundreds of casual cultivators whose bodies are **** and their mental state is on the verge of collapse.

  The faction that the valley belongs to is called "Temple of Pain".

  It seems to be a Buddhist influence, but the spells it masters are more closely related to Taoism, but it is an awkward monk's attire.

   Each generation of head teachers of the Temple of Suffering, their Dharma title is "Monk of Suffering", and their disciples are called "Monk of Suffering".

  Although there is no Heavenly Paradox Realm sitting in command, there are a lot of Yang God Realm, seven in total.

  They not only dress up as monks, but also bind thorns at the joints, and they can cause unspeakable pain as long as they walk.

  The back is covered with a large number of scars caused by whipping.

   Pain Monk looks seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and beardless, holding a bunch of iron bumps in his hand, the sharp burrs make the palm of his hand bleed.

  The spell "Crossing Suffering" in the Temple of Pain is very special. The creator is indeed from Buddhism, and can assist in practice by absorbing the pain of others.

  They would torture each other in the morning class every day, and torture the imprisoned monks at night.

  At the beginning, the Temple of Misery did not dare to offend the Heavenly Court. According to the long-standing saying, there are more than one or two subordinates of the Heavenly Paradise Realm under the Heavenly Court.

  But after contacting it, I found that Heavenly Court did not seem to be as scary as imagined.

  The Suffering Monk decisively arrested dozens of heavenly monks, hoping to use them to practice spells, but he didn't expect that things would backfire.

  He pinched the iron lump hard, the pain turned his expression into enjoyment.

   What the suffering monk enjoys the most is the wailing sound echoing in the valley, and the exuberant vitality of casual cultivators can guarantee repeated torture.

  But the cultivators of the Heavenly Court did not respond, and they all had an expression of wandering in the sky.

   It's not that they are immune to torture, but that they have already thrown their souls into the dream city, and they can't feel the strangeness of their bodies at all.

  Even if the monks of pain become angry and kill them, their souls can still go to the underworld, and it is better to turn to ghosts than to bury their bones.

  Besides, the senior officials of the Jail Hall have made it clear that they will come to encircle and suppress the Temple of Pain.

  The Yuanpan Magical Artifact docked beside the valley without a sound, and Xiao San'er and the two chose to wait in place and arrange some sealed magic circles by the way.

   Not long after, dozens of people arrived one after another, and they immediately joined the arrangement of the magic circle.

  Although Daoist Gu didn't have a fairy key, Han Li told him to go to the valley.

  He arrived more than half an hour late intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that the situation was still safe, he showed up to build a defense line together.

  When the pain monk began to take shape in the magic circle, he had already noticed the heavenly monks outside the valley.

  But the outing mission released by Ren Qing does not limit cultivation at all, which leads to the participation of even the half-corpse realm, which is extremely absurd.

  No one would believe that the famous Tianting would be a bunch of crooked melons.

  The suffering monk was full of disdain, so he had no intention of making a move, and was going to catch the big fish behind the heaven.

  He didn't know that when Xiao San'er and other monks began to arrange the magic circle, the city defense system that the Jail Hall was best at had already taken shape.

  Even if there are only sporadic yin and yin realms, plus dozens of ghost envoys, they can withstand the firepower of the yangshen realm and even fight back.

  The Jail Hall also has an advantage. It can continuously replenish supplies through Dream City. In terms of protracted warfare, there is no force that can compare with it.

  The pain monk waited for a while, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

  Under the arrangement of Xiao San'er, the chief craftsman of the Jail Hall, the defense line outside the valley has begun to move closer to the cage, and a large number of metal pillars are mysteriously standing everywhere.

  The light mist shrouded, and the birds and beasts rushed to escape in unison.

  The valley has been shrouded in darkness, only the faint light produced by the burning flames remains.

  The Painful Monk's expression turned livid, and the development of the matter was beyond his expectations. If he didn't make up for it, I'm afraid the magic circle would really become a problem.

   "Go and cut off the head of the heavenly soldier, refine it into a thorny puppet and release it."

   "Yes, Master."

  All the suffering monks agreed immediately, and hurried towards the center of the valley where the monk hung upside down, and the unpleasant smell of blood came over their faces.

   Their expressions are greedy, and they can feel that the spells have become active.

  San Xiu trembled, fearing that the suffering monk would carry out a new round of torture, and the magic weapon of whipping could magnify the pain by more than a hundred times.

  The thorns that bind them have pierced deeply into the flesh, preventing the wound from healing.

  If you use the soul to perceive, you will find that the soul of the casual cultivator unconsciously exudes breath, like a blood-red mist.

   During the breath of the monks in the Temple of Pain, the smoke and dust will spontaneously penetrate into the nose and mouth.

   Dozens of people in the Jail Hall are located in the outskirts, and the suffering monks looked at them with deep disgust.

  He doesn't respond to pain in the slightest, why is there such a weirdo in the world?

  The suffering monk first checked the number. There are fifty-six heavenly soldiers in total.

   "Take them all down, remember to ensure the integrity of your body."

  The elder suffering monk looked at them, and then said in admiration: "Heavenly soldiers are indeed a good material for refining thorn puppets. The body has reached such a degree of alienation and has not lost control, which shows that the potential is unlimited!"

   "Uh, Brother Bo Nan, could it be that Heavenly Court has high-ranking monks to guide..."

"Shut up."

  Bo Nan kept a cold face. If the pain monk heard these words, it would not only be as simple as whipping, but he might swallow a few catties of iron bumps.

  The pain of the flesh is nothing, the feeling of visceral churning is what makes life worse than death, and in the end even most of the cultivation base will be ruined.

  The rest of the suffering monks didn't dare to say anything, so they quickly fetched iron rods and hooked off the heavenly soldiers.

   One after another, the heavenly soldiers were piled up in the open space, like corpses in mass graves, with carrion maggots crawling all over their bodies.

   "Brother, the quantity is wrong."

  After Bo Nan heard about it, he asked, "Where is the wrong number?"

   "Brother, there are fifty-six pieces in total, and we have already taken them down, but there still seems to be one person hanging..."

  He pointed to the top of his head, and above the valley full of thorns, he could faintly see a tall figure, who seemed to be watching his surroundings.

  Bo Nan frowned, narrowing his eyes and staring at the figure.

   Frightened in his heart, he couldn't help taking a few steps back, because the figure seemed to have six thick arms.

   "What the hell?"

  Bo Nan blinked his eyes, but his figure suddenly disappeared.

  The next breath, several suffering monks flew out backwards, and there was a half-meter deep pit on the ground, and a man who looked like a demon came slowly.

  Six arms and six eyes, nearly three meters tall, burning orange-red flames all over his body, although not the slightest bit hot, it is frightening.

   "The old man has not been born for a long time, so I just take this opportunity to practice my skills."

   "Where did Xiao Xiao come from?"

   "Heaven."

  Song Zongwu opened his mouth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Huobu, Lord Huodexing."

  He disappeared in place, pointing his finger at Bo Nan's brow, who seemed to have been hit hard by a battering ram, his mind went blank, and then fell into endless darkness.

  In the eyes of others, Bo Nan's head suddenly came off his neck, killing several people in succession.

   Song Zongwu tossed and turned, the broken corpses of the suffering monks were all over the ground, and he didn't even stain his Taoist robe with a drop of blood.

  He has a cheerful expression, exuding a magic breath unabashedly.

  Counting the days in the world in the stomach, he probably hasn't shot for a hundred years, and he is suppressing the injuries of his body and soul every day.

   Karmic fire is more terrifying than imagined, and the body and soul are always at risk of alienation.

  If it weren't for Ren Qing's ability to divert the karma, Song Zongwu estimated that it would take at least hundreds of years of exploration to barely stop the disadvantages caused by the karma under the influence of the immortal post.

  After more than ten years of retreat, Song Zongwu was finally able to balance the fire of karma, so that he would not become handicapped in the battle.

  He took the seriously injured monk of the Jail Hall into the world in his stomach through the fairy key.

   "What a Huode Xingjun, what a heaven."

   Pain Monk's tone couldn't tell whether he liked or disliked. His arm pierced directly into his chest, pinching his heart, and his blood also surged.

  In the center of the valley where scattered cultivators are scattered all over, more than a dozen arms protrude from the ground.

   A haggard old man climbed out, all of them had the cultivation of the Yang God realm, and their skin and flesh were covered with red ants, which could cause incomparable pain to their body and soul at the same time.

   "Wugou, why haven't you ascended yet?"

   "As I said before, don't wake us up until we go to the deep Jingzhou."

   "Wugou, is it necessary for a monk who has not yet arrived at the Cyclamen?"

  They are all elders of the Temple of Pain, struggling to find a breakthrough opportunity, but unfortunately there is no hope of passing on from generation to generation.

   Now that the lifespan is exhausted, the cost of waking up every time is not small.

   It can be seen that the suffering monk is still very afraid of Song Zongwu, and he feels that he is not in the same realm at all, so he made this bad move.

  Multiple breaths of the Yang God Realm erupted, and the monks in the Jail Hall within the defense line could naturally detect it.

   Master Gu felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the Gu worms in his body were so frightened that they kept wriggling.

  But when he looked at the monks around him, he seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if he was not worried that Song Zongwu would die because of this.

boom! !

  The valley was shaken, and the valley was at least ten meters deep, which caused the air to pour back.

   Song Zongwu's muscles were tense, his legs leaped into the air, and he punched the suffering monk heavily in the abdomen with a grinning grin.

  The suffering monk had no intention of resisting, and even spread his hands deliberately.

  He admitted that Song Zongwu's strength was far beyond ordinary, that's why he awakened the elders to hold the line, but his own skills are bound to make the opponent suffer a lot.

  Crossing suffering can transfer the pain suffered by the suffering monk to Song Zongwu.

  The Suffering Monk thought that it was impossible for Song Zong to kill himself with one blow, but the pain from the feedback would definitely make it difficult for the opponent to move.

   As soon as the fist touched the suffering monk, the internal organs were torn, the blood vessels were broken, and blood gushed out of the facial features uncontrollably.

  He took the hardships to the extreme and imposed them on Song Zongwu, who never dodged or evaded.

   As a result, the suffering monk found that Song Zongwu only raised his eyebrows, but there was nothing unusual, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"how is this possible…"

   "You don't know what it feels like to be entangled in karmic fire, do you?"

   "I have been tortured for nearly a hundred years."

  The suffering monk's pupils dilated, and the strange flames burning in Song Zong's fists directly penetrated into the flesh and bones after staining the skin.

  He let out a hysterical scream, and then his body became unconscious, and his three souls and seven souls were wiped out little by little.

   Right under the eyes of the elder, the soul of the suffering monk flew away and died.

   It took only a few moments for the two to fight. From the outside, it seemed that the suffering monk took the initiative to meet the enemy with his chest and abdomen, and then there was no movement.

   All the suffering monks looked fascinated. The pain the suffering monk suffered before his death was too severe, so they benefited a lot from it.

  The Great Elder said coldly: "All of you go tear up the line of defense for me, or prepare to swallow iron bumps."

  The monks in distress did not dare to neglect, and rushed towards the direction of the magic circle one after another.

  The monks of the Jail Hall are ready, and they take advantage of the terrain and magic circle to fight against the suffering monks who came.

  Boom boom boom...

   Song Zongwu swooped down and fought with the six elders.

  The Truth Listening Technique can bring unparalleled perception, plus the blessing of the body, allowing him to display the perfection of the Yang God Realm in a short time.

  The law of Shura emphasizes physical fitness and breaks all laws with one force.

  Although the Buddhism technique has been erased, due to the karmic fire, there are still invisible residues, which become his third technique.

  In terms of combat power, Song Zongwu is the number one among all the Yangshen realms in the Jail Hall.

   Daoist Gu's lips moved slightly, he could see clearly the background of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Soldiers were able to easily face enemies that were several times larger, and Huode Xingjun unilaterally crushed seven people of the same realm.

   "Lord Huode Xing, Kutong Teramoto has no intention of becoming an enemy of you..."

   Ka Ka Ka.

  Song Zongwu directly broke Elder Yan's neck, kicked his head like a ball, and the remaining arms easily caught the attacks from all directions.

  He is not without flaws, in fact, due to the relationship between spells, he is full of flaws.

  The most terrifying thing about Song Zongwu is that he can use his flaws to induce opponents to attack, and his six arms form a big airtight net.

  As the battle continues, enemies will become indecisive.

  The Great Elder flicked his thorn whip, but his expression became dull and stiff, and beside him was a headless corpse kneeling on the ground.

   "Don't kill..."

  Before he finished speaking, his neck was grabbed by Song Zongwu, and the Yangshen Realm in the Temple of Torment had turned into corpses, looking exactly the same.

   "Your skills are good. There is a monk from the Immortal Department in Heaven who will definitely like it."

   Song Zongwu laughed dumbfounded, and threw the Great Elder to the **** in the world in his stomach, and was immediately imprisoned in a cell on the third floor.

  In order to prevent the content of the spell from being lost, he selected a few suffering monks who were cultivated in a bad state, and handed over the rest to the monks of the Jail Hall.

   All the monks poured into the valley like wolves and tigers, and the resources of the Yangshen Realm were already extremely precious.

  Xiao San'er didn't intend to compete, so he came to Song Zongwu and asked, "Senior Song, will you be in Jingzhou next?"

  Song Zongwu was still tense, standing at the height of the valley with six eyes solemnly.

  He got no reply from Song Zong for a long time, so he followed the other party's gaze, but saw that there seemed to be a shadow floating in the clouds.

  "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows behind, it really treats us like persimmons."

   A giant manta ray-like flat object was revealed, obviously transformed by a cultivator from the Heavenly Paradise Realm, and its body shape exceeded 500 meters.

  The monks in the valley were stunned,

   Song Zongwu showed regret.

   "Unfortunately, first use the Yangshen Realm of various forces to practice, and only when the spirit and spirit rise to the peak, can we have a slight grasp of the enemy's Heavenly Delusion Realm."

   "Right now... there is no chance of winning."

   Song Zong communicated without closing his eyes, and his thoughts went straight to Ren Qing in the deep world.

   After a long journey, the four of Ren Qing finally approached the pilgrimage site of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, and not far away could see a crystal clear lake.

  Seeing that Ren Qing stopped, Daoist Zhu couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

  Ren Qing continued to walk as if nothing had happened, but the ghost shadow on the soles of the feet separated some bodies, from the world in the stomach to the inner Jingzhou.

   Brother Manta Ray shouted frantically: "The Dragon King of the Four Seas appears!"

   "I want to see the inheritance of the ancient gods!"

   A low growl came, and a larger shadow enveloped Brother Manta Ray.

  Ying Long stared at him indifferently, showing an incomparable aura. Just ten times the difference in size, he knew it was hard to match.

   "..."

  The dragon head opened its **** mouth, and directly swallowed the monk manta ray.

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  (end of this chapter)