The Secret Way of Immortality

Just as Ren Qing was stunned, the illusion of Qingxu Temple disappeared.

Even the Supreme Dark Nightmare Master of the Yin Infernal Realm couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. Could there really be an immortal's temple in the Marsh?

He was still in a daze.

The cold night descended, and the sand dunes showed a tendency to freeze again. Fortunately, Ren Qing had prepared the sand boat during the day.

The sails moved without wind, and the ghost wolf at the bow seemed to be roaring.

The sand boat leaped out of the sand.

It continued to sail on the hard, icy sand, the bottom scraping against the sand grains, making a harsh sound, but the speed was much faster.

Ren Qing didn't know what the strange phenomenon in the clouds represented, but since it was formed by clouds, it must be related to the humanoid mist.

He felt a chill down his spine, as if the old Taoist was in the clouds, staring at him.

Ren Qing simply returned to the cabin to rest, using a wisp of his soul to pay attention to the surroundings, to avoid any uncontrollable danger.

After thinking for a long time, he changed his mind and prepared to go to the edge covered by Abi Hell, which was still in the safe zone.

If there were creatures in the Marsh, the closer to the center, the more likely it would be. He only needed to take a look from afar to be sure.

As for Li Tiangang's temporary camp, there shouldn't be any danger for the time being, after all, the Imprisonment Hall was mainly for stationing.

However, with Li Tiangang's cultivation, even if he didn't initially realize that the petrification of Yan Peak was due to the evaporation of water in his body,

he would definitely notice it after the second Imprisonment Hall member with the same symptoms appeared.

Li Tiangang might have already found some clues from it.

When the Imprisonment Hall sends Imprisonment Hall members to the Marsh for the third time, it means there will be a big move, and it won't be too late to go back then.

Ren Qing rubbed his temples. After calming down, he began to visualize the Nameless Eyes Technique.

He would take advantage of this quiet time to try to obliterate the consciousness of the Supreme Dark Nightmare Master, so as to gradually master the power of the Yin Infernal Realm.

The cultivation of the Yin Binding Deity could not be rushed, he had to take it slowly.

Ren Qing's life became regular. During the day, he spent half a day collecting Marsh sand, and in the afternoon, he refined some Great Dream Forging Tool orders.

At night, he visualized the Nameless Eyes Technique and checked the Qingxu Temple in the Cloud Mountain.

Sometimes he would transform into a sandman.

The sandman was extremely agile in the Marsh, but the erosion of the body and soul by petrification was not to be underestimated, so he couldn't maintain it for too long.

In the monotonous and boring life, more than half a month passed unconsciously.

The scenery of the Marsh sand was unoriginal. No matter how magnificent and spectacular it was, it would become boring after seeing it every day, but the Qingxu Temple was not unchanging.

The old Taoist's sores occasionally healed, but more would grow the next day.

The number of ordinary Taoists increased and decreased, but they were too far away to see their specific appearances clearly.

But they were clearly collecting something from the sores and applying herbs to them.

………

The sand boat gradually approached the edge of Abi Hell.

Ren Qing sat cross-legged in the cabin, his eyes showing exhaustion.

Practicing the Nameless Eyes Technique was not easy. He needed to keep his nerves tense at all times, especially in such a ghostly place.

Suddenly, the husky let out a rapid bark, pacing anxiously in the aisle.

Ren Qing frowned slightly.

He took out the Imprisonment Hall token to check the current location. It should be about five days away from the edge.

The husky was so flustered, it must have sensed something.

However, the wisp of soul at the top of the mast did not find anything unusual, only the wind and sand were more rapid.

Ren Qing reached out and patted the silly dog's head, signaling it to be quiet, and then stepped onto the deck.

Driven by the wind and sand, the sand boat's speed further increased, like a wild horse that couldn't be stopped.

Only then did Ren Qing see that, in the distance directly ahead, a terrifying sandstorm was gradually forming, as if to devour everything that approached.

The appearance of the sandstorm was too inexplicable, as if it was deliberately isolating the sand boat.

Ren Qing quickly controlled the sand boat to slow down, while letting the Dream Seed possess him, thereby enhancing the heavy pupil's farsightedness.

Unfortunately, he could only see the thick wind and sand, and there was a deafening roar in his ears, which was chilling.

Seeing this, Ren Qing gritted his teeth and continued to sail in the direction of the sandstorm, while the ghost shadow directly covered the entire sand boat to increase its toughness.

The scene in his eyes gradually magnified, and he began to penetrate the wind and sand to see inside.

The husky's barking had already broken, and even if it wasn't on the deck, it could still feel the sand boat bumping to the extreme.

Ren Qing didn't know what he saw, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He grabbed the railing with both hands, after all, the sandstorm was rolling upwards, and he might fly out if he was not careful.

And the sand boat was already out of control, especially the lighter stern, which was in a state of hovering half a meter.

Ren Qing still didn't intend to turn back, because he finally saw clearly.

Just outside the edge of Abi Hell, there was actually a rocky Gobi Desert, with a large shadow protecting this barren land.

Houses were scattered throughout the shadow, as if there were traces of human life.

Bang!!!

The sand boat was rolled up and suspended, and it was about to rush into the sandstorm, and it was very likely that Ren Qing would be stirred into pieces immediately.

The husky completely stopped struggling. It stuck out its tongue and stumbled into the sleeping room, and peed on the bed.

Ren Qing frowned, and as his hands released, the Sandman Strange Object merged with his body.

The giant sandman of more than twenty meters landed on the deck, directly pressing the sand boat back to the ground, and even more than half of the hull sank into the sand dunes.

Ren Qing roared angrily.

Four thick sand pillars drilled out, and the sand boat was stuck inside and could not move.

The sandstorm intensified, and even had a feeling of immortality.

Ren Qing was not afraid at all. Wasn't the purpose of raising such a Sandman Strange Object to be able to resist the power of heaven at this moment?

"Divide!!!"

His arms were straight, and he made a gesture of opening a door.

Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the sandstorm was forcibly split open, and the distant Gobi Desert could be clearly seen from it.

Although it was only for a short half-breath, it was enough for him.

Sand City came into view.

A ridiculous thought arose in Ren Qing's heart. A ladder suddenly stood in the city, a ladder pieced together from bones.

Many thin and bony mortals were climbing the ladder, sending stone materials to the top of the ladder to continue raising its height.

The stone materials were naturally taken from the Gobi Desert.

Such an act was digging their own graves. Without the protection of the Gobi Desert, how could mortals survive in the environment of the Marsh?

Ren Qing thought of the Qingxu Temple in the clouds. Could it be that they were seeking immortality?

What a ridiculous thing…

Bang bang bang!!

The sandman's arms turned into powder, and the body of more than twenty meters was only ten meters left, which shows that forcibly driving the Strange Object was not without cost.

The missing Marsh sand needed to be replenished, which meant that all the work in the Marsh was in vain.

However, Ren Qing felt it was worth it.

Although he couldn't see the appearance of the Gobi people clearly, he was sure that there were cultivators in Sand City, otherwise it would be impossible to survive.

Since there were cultivators, the Wine God Technique might be in Sand City.

Now the problems Ren Qing faced were suddenly much less, he only needed to consider how to pass through the sandstorm safely.

He prepared to return, urging the wind power stored in the sails to stay away from the sandstorm.

However, the sandstorm was like a tarsal bone, tightly holding the sand boat, and the four sand pillars became shaky due to the weakness of the Sandman Strange Object.

Puff!

The sail was the first to fail, and a big hole appeared on the surface.

Under the action of the crazy sandstorm, the sand boat gradually tilted upwards at ninety degrees, and was about to leave the ground and fly away at any time.

Even if Ren Qing encountered such danger, he still remained calm.

He unhesitatingly imprisoned the Sandman Strange Object in the prison in his abdomen, allowing the sand boat to lose control and rotate into the air.

The things in the cabin were scattered, and the husky was smeared with its own urine.

Ren Qing used the ghost shadow to stick to the deck, silently counting in his heart, as if waiting for the opportunity to escape the sandstorm.

Just as the sand boat was more than hundreds of meters above the ground, the wooden planks of the hull were crumbling.

Ren Qing's right hand pointed to the sky. Because of the influence of the Sandman Strange Object, his face was like a white bone skeleton, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

"It's dark, turn off the lights…"

It was pitch black in the sandstorm, and even the sound disappeared.

Just a few breaths after this silent and lightless moment, a violent explosion broke the calm, and a gap of more than ten meters appeared on the surface of the sandstorm.

A pitch-black sand boat broke through the obstruction and soared into the sky.

The current hull was filled with dark red and evil patterns, and mouths were constantly emerging. Even the tattered sails looked like distorted human faces.

The ghost wolf bow came alive, lying at the forefront and roaring.

"Nightmare Master… Nightmare Master… Nightmare Master…"

Unexpectedly, the so-called Supreme Dark Nightmare Master's outstanding ability was not the darkness, but the nightmare from the "Nightmare Demon".

The nightmare that can turn things into distorted nightmares.

After the sand boat was distorted, it appeared a strange activation.

Ren Qing originally wanted to use the Yin Infernal Realm cultivation base to forcibly break through the sandstorm, but the nightmare distortion gave him some unexpected surprises.

However, the Strange Object in his body suddenly began to riot, and he had to cancel the use of spells.

The distortion on the surface of the sand boat disappeared, but the keel inside seemed to be different.

Bang!!!

When the sand boat slammed heavily on the sand dunes, even though the quicksand had a certain buffer, the hull still caused a lot of damage.

The deck was full of cracks, the mast was broken into two sections, and the ghost wolf bow was nowhere to be seen.

Ren Qing himself was not much better.

Many parts of his body appeared to be petrified. He couldn't help but gag a few times, and the black water he vomited was mixed with fragments of internal organs, emitting an unpleasant sour smell.

One-third of the area of the soul was covered with dark red patterns. He felt better only after putting on the Taoist robe transformed by the Dream Seed.

Such embarrassment was mainly because the spell used was too extreme, and the cultivation base of the initial Yin Infernal Realm was not stable enough.

Under the erosion of the two types of petrification, Ren Qing was tortured to the point of ecstasy, barely adjusting the helm to the direction of the temporary camp.

Ren Qing stuffed a large handful of Strange Dust into his mouth, and immediately sat cross-legged to visualize the spell, fearing that uncontrollable petrification would occur in his body and soul.

The Yin Binding Deity was the most terrifying time for the Strange Object, let alone using spells with all his strength.

However, it was also a blessing in disguise. Ren Qing was one step closer to mastering the Supreme Dark Nightmare Master, and the aura of the three Dream Seeds became more profound.

The main body of the sand boat was too broken, which led to a sharp drop in sailing speed, giving Ren Qing more time to recover from his injuries.

It took more than a month to travel a few days.