Immortality: My Spell Upgrades Infinitely

"The thief Zhao Gong who killed a thousand swords is finally dead."

"Good kill!"

"Uuuuuuuuuah, my boy is only thirteen years old, how could that beast do it?"

"Alas, this world is like this~"

As soon as he entered the city, the noise kept ringing in his ears. Only then did Lu Chen know that when the barking dog Zhao Gong was doing evil, he was knocked to death by Master Baoshu and smashed to death with a bowl.

This was the scene in front of me.

Lu Chen hid in the crowd, his eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand, and a sword star appeared in his hand, and he flicked it with his fingers.

"Ugh~"

With a sword cry, the sword star quietly stabbed Yuan Baixi in mid-air.

"Be bold!"

Yuan Baixi noticed it instantly, stretched out his sleeves, and a ray of light appeared beneath him.

The sword star pierces the bright jade, unable to make an inch of progress.

Directly shot back.

Yuan Baixi was about to look for the attacker, when he looked up and saw a huge alms bowl falling on his head. He could no longer care about anything else. He swung out with his left hand, and the magic power in his body gathered into a huge palm print. With one palm, the alms bowl flew out. He squeezed it with his hands. Jue, open your mouth and spit out:

"Huh~"

The strong wind howled, and pieces of white clouds flew out of the mouth.

For a while.

The wind and clouds merged, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Yuan Baixi's big sleeves fluttered, he kept kneading and said angrily:

"Four o'clock. Celestial phenomena!"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

In a Zen room at the deepest part of Kuchan Temple, a thunder exploded and Master Benming woke up. Looking around, he saw that the room was dim, not a single figure was seen, and he heard not a single chanting sound. He whispered:

"Yuan Shen~"

"Yuanqi~"

"Huang Mei'er~"

The voice echoed repeatedly in the room, but there was no reply. He frowned deeply, rubbed his sore legs, stood up tremblingly, and sighed:

"Old~"

"Squeak~"

He pushed open the door and searched from Zen room to Zen room, but found no one there. His steps faltered and his heart became more and more panicked.

"Huang Mei'er~"

"Huang Mei'er~"

"Huang Mei'er, come out~"

"come out!!!"

When he came to the darkest torture hall, he was stunned for a moment. He saw everyone he was looking for, everyone! It was a pile of corpses piled up by hundreds of people.

Under the pile of corpses, a little bald man stood with his head bowed.

The little bald head shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if chewing something. In the shadow in front of him, rows of twisted black figures stood.

"Yellow eyebrow!!!"

"You actually secretly learned Yinhun Bao!"

The shrill cry made Huang Meier stop. He turned around slowly, only to see a half-eaten ghost in his hands. His mouth was full of black, and he nodded naively to Master Benming:

"Ang, I'm hungry~"

"You, you bastard! King Kong and Ghost Eater, how could there be such monsters in the world? I actually thought that I should have strangled you to death!"

Master Ben Ming sat on his knees slumped on the ground.

Tears abound!

Regret!

Huang Mei'er let go and chewed most of the ghost food, smiling naively:

"Master, I actually like your eyes the most!"

"Ah~~"

On this day, Huang Meier killed his master and destroyed his ancestors, massacred the Kuchan Temple, and stepped into the realm of Zong Dharma!

"Boom~"

"Spring thunder falls~"

"Xia Yu Dao~"

Yuan Baixi's big sleeves were fluttering, and he gathered all the strength of the four seasons. He was standing in the wind and rain, and was about to teach the beggar monk in front of him a lesson, when he saw the other man suddenly turned his head and looked down, exclaiming:

"So much resentment!"

After finishing his words, he quickly went down to the Kuchan Temple, leaving Yuan Baixi alone in the air, his face turning green and white.

Lu Chen was thoughtful.

He chased Master Baoshu through the streets. When he stepped onto the hill where Kuchan Temple was located, he saw Master Baoshu crashing the Zen room and fighting with a short bald man.

Fly up and down.

Rumble.

It's Huang Mei'er.

Huang Mei'er was covered in golden light, opened and closed widely, and the small fist smashed the alms bowl with a loud sound. Facing the second-level Master Baoshu, he did not lose at all.

The two of them crashed into each Zen room, fighting for life and death, and flew all the way down the hill, gradually disappearing away.

"This Huang Mei'er has actually entered the second level."

Lu Chen frowned slightly, then relaxed, no longer thinking about it, not in a hurry to catch up, and walked into the Kuchan Temple. He saw no one in sight along the way, so he smiled and said:

"Yao Yao, we just collected the incense here."

"Hmm~"

Meng Yao nodded happily, his small white teeth gleaming.

The two came to the Main Hall. Meng Yao opened his mouth and inhaled, and the massive incense condensed into exquisite prayer coins, which fell into Meng Yao's little hands with a clatter.

Wait until the incense is gone.

A full seventy-eight prayer coins were gathered, and nearly half of the prayer coins that were originally consumed increased to one hundred and thirty-two.

A great harvest!

"not bad."

Lu Chen nodded with satisfaction, took Meng Yao out of the palace, and walked around the Kuchan Temple until he stepped into the execution hall. His pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the entrance of the execution hall.

One person is sitting cross-legged.

There was a finger hole in his forehead, two lines of blood and tears were flowing, and a pair of eyeballs were gouged out and were missing.

This person.

It was surprisingly the great mage Ben Ming who had met Lu Chen several times.

Deeper in the torture hall, there was a pile of corpses, with hundreds of corpses stacked on top of each other. Each of them was wearing goose-yellow monk robes and had extremely miserable death costumes.

That look!

That look!

That scene!

Lu Chen just glanced at it and knew that most of these people died from [Yinhun Bao].

He was so familiar.

Then, a picture appeared in his mind. Someone locked hundreds of monks who had been subjected to Yinhun Bao in the torture hall, and killed a few of them. In an instant, the entire torture hall exploded.

When it stopped, there was no one alive.

"Huang Mei'er?"

Lu Chen took a breath of cold air, darling, this little dwarf is too cruel.

However, even Huang Meier has practiced Yinhun Bao, and coupled with the previous Yuanzhen, I think this Kuchan Temple is also a place where evil and evil practices are hidden, and it might as well be wiped out.

No one feels sorry for you, and you don’t have to harm anyone anymore!

Lu Chen took two steps forward and reached out to search Ben Ming's body. He remembered that Master Ben Ming had cultivated a kind of spiritual eye, which was very rare. It was for this reason that he became a worshiper of the Zhenbing Mansion.

Regarding this, Lu Chen's eyes were very greedy.

"No?"

Not only is there no method, there is not even a grain of spiritual sand.

"forget about it."

Lu Chen was about to turn around and leave when Yao Yao blinked her big eyes and suddenly said:

"Brother, the bald man is alive~"

"Alive?"

Lu Chen suddenly turned around and saw billowing black smoke coming out of Master Benming's empty eyes. In the blink of an eye, another Master Benming formed above the corpse.

The cassock floats!

Stunned and speechless!

"Resentful soul?"

"Hmm~"

Yaoyao nodded, licked her mouth, and added:

"The kind that smells very good."

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Lu Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was true, and no one tortured you. How could you have formed a resentful spirit on your own, and it could even appear during the day?

This. How much resentment there must be.