The Secret Way of Immortality

The ghost market had not opened for several months, so the prison guards naturally had no way to exchange resources elsewhere and had to wait patiently.

As a result, they accumulated more and more blood crystals.

Ren Qing did not anticipate this situation and had no time to pay attention to anything else, focusing all his attention on the soul butterfly.

When Huang Ziwan arrived at the ghost market, it was at its most lively.

The wide streets were filled with strange-looking prison guards, mixed with non-human cultivators who had undergone severe alienation.

It was clear that they were originally out-of-control prison guards imprisoned in the stomach within the stomach.

Unfortunately, Huang Ziwan was classified into this group of prison guards. The probationary guards around him looked slightly fearful and even avoided him.

He couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath.

But when he thought that Ren Qing had already been promoted to the Yin Messenger realm and had become the master of the ghost market, he couldn't help but smile despite his disbelief.

"That's indeed something Ren Qing could do. It's really frustrating. He actually reached the Yin Messenger realm silently."

Huang Ziwan was not in a hurry to enter the Great Dream Pavilion to exchange for materials for cultivating the Poison Bone Skill, but looked at the bustling Great Dream Forging.

In his memory, Ren Qing had suggested more than once that he go to the shop to refine magical artifacts, but he didn't take it to heart at the time.

Huang Ziwan suddenly realized that Ren Qing's level of artifact refining was probably not low, and that the sand boat magical artifact might have come from his hands.

He didn't hesitate too much and walked into the Great Dream Forging.

Behind the shop counter stood a familiar figure, but the appearance was slightly blurred, obviously just an illusion maintained by spells.

Huang Ziwan felt uncomfortable all over. He knew that it was usually the Great Dream Master standing there, and it was difficult to associate Ren Qing with the master of the ghost market.

He opened his mouth, just wanting to ask about the details of refining magical artifacts, but saw a large number of words suddenly appearing on the wall in front of him.

The types of magical artifacts alone were listed as four or five, with different focuses on function.

Huang Ziwan's mouth twitched.

He thought to himself that he deserved to be in the Yin Messenger realm, considering everything so comprehensively.

What he didn't know was that the ghost shadow was sitting in the Great Dream Forging. Although the latter had no intelligence, it could perfectly execute Ren Qing's instructions.

Huang Ziwan chose a Taoist robe magical artifact, and then the text began to recombine.

In addition to informing him of the various materials needed for refining, he was also told to come back in three days to pick it up. The price was relatively fair, and it could be seen that he only earned a handling fee.

Ren Qing mainly wanted lifespan. Blood crystals were no longer useful, after all, he now completely controlled the ghost market.

After Huang Ziwan left the Great Dream Forging, he exchanged enough materials at the Great Dream Pavilion, and then, contrary to his usual behavior, did not go for a drink.

He actually chose to retreat to the inn to cultivate.

Huang Ziwan's Poison Bone Skill was already approaching the half-corpse realm. If he could advance the spell to the Ghost Envoy realm, he could touch the third strange change.

In any case, there were no missions at the Water Marsh camp, so it was better to stay in the ghost market.

There were quite a few prison guards who had the same idea as Huang Ziwan, resulting in thirty or forty prison guards staying in the inn.

Fortunately, the inn was not a real building, but formed by spells. The exterior looked like only two floors, but in reality, there were hundreds of rooms.

Even when Ren Qing's Dream Butterfly Art reached the Yin Messenger realm, it could achieve the mustard seed space effect and accommodate thousands of people.

And Ren Qing was also in the inn at this time.

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his body already soaked with sweat.

The aura of the Dark Nightmare Lord loomed, and the Dream Butterfly Law was mixed in, gradually becoming more and more handy under the effect of the two dream spells.

Ren Qing came back to his senses.

The ghost market had been open for two or three days, and he was relieved to see that the trading volume was gradually slowing down.

He knew that when it was first rebuilt, there were only dozens of prison guards, and the load on the spells was not large.

Ren Qing felt that the Dream Butterfly Art was more than enough to cope with it, so he did not limit the number of people in the ghost market.

As a result, the number of prison guards directly increased seven or eight times.

There were also a large number of cultivators who should be in the remote and desolate Water Marsh, and they seemed to have no intention of leaving the ghost market.

This almost caused Ren Qing to be unable to maintain the ghost market. Fortunately, the Dark Nightmare Lord was also a similar type of spell, so it would not close again.

The main reason he opened the teahouse and inn was to increase the efficiency of lifespan extension in the ghost market and to provide a place for the prison guards to retreat and practice.

However, because Drunken Life and Dream Death was related to the strange change branch of the Great Dream Master, Ren Qing could not interfere with the operation of the liquor store.

He could only think of other ways to find an industry that could replace the liquor store in the future.

Ren Qing was currently able to withdraw, but his previous actions of focusing his attention on the ghost market would naturally affect the split soul.

The split soul was trapped in the earthen jar. Without the support of the main soul, it suddenly became weaker and weaker, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

Ren Qing shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he could only temporarily give up exploring the Qingxu Palace. Moreover, the Warm Wine Immortal's role was only to brew wine.

But the gains from the ghost market were enough to make up for it.

His eyes narrowed, and his lifespan had unknowingly reached the early fifties, and he could complete the third strange change at any time.

Although the lifespan extension effect of an inch of time was limited, a large number of prison guards spent blood crystals every moment, resulting in accumulated sand becoming a tower.

Ren Qing had never encountered before that lifespan increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The second strange change branch ability of his Dream Butterfly Art was 【Butterfly Love】, purely to increase the functionality of the ghost market.

【Butterfly Love】The soul butterfly forms a projection, pulling the consciousness of the possessed person into the dream.

With Butterfly Love, the prison guards only need to come to the ghost market through sleep, without affecting the main body outside.

Currently, Ren Qing's cultivation is still shallow, so Butterfly Love has not yet been opened.

As for the third strange change of the Dream Butterfly Art, he already had a goal.

【Messenger】No matter how far away the target is, the soul butterfly can transform into a projection and shuttle to it.

【Messenger】is obviously able to cooperate with 【Butterfly Love】, so that the prison guards can exchange for good resources after entering the dream, and then have them delivered by the soul butterfly.

Of course, efficiency cannot be guaranteed, and additional lifespan and blood crystals are required.

【Do you want to choose the strange change branch "Messenger"】

The moment Ren Qing secretly confirmed, there were inevitably a few moments of instability in himself, but it was quickly forcibly suppressed.

The dream that constituted the ghost market suddenly underwent a strange change.

Dark red lines spread on the walls, strange and inexplicable sounds came from the shadows, and blood footprints appeared on the floor tiles...

It was clearly caused by the Dark Nightmare Lord.

The anomaly lasted for a moment before disappearing, but it also made many prison guards swallow their saliva.

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They immediately reacted. Although Ren Qing was the newly promoted master of the ghost market, he was once a dangerous figure imprisoned in the stomach within the stomach.

Ren Qing opened his eyes.

His breathing became steady, and the Dream Butterfly Art had reached the third strange change.

Ren Qing could leave the ghost market for a long time, but in fact, he mainly relied on the ghost market framework left by the Great Dream Master, otherwise how could it be so easy.

He still had to wait for the Dark Nightmare Lord to be promoted to the Fusion Yin God before it could be considered on the right track.

The reason why the Great Dream Master did not continue to maintain the ghost market in the Yin Messenger realm was likely due to his own vague consciousness.

Ren Qing intentionally glanced at Huang Ziwan and found that the latter's skin was dark purple, and the situation seemed not optimistic.

Huang Ziwan should have been eager to achieve success and wanted to try to advance to the half-corpse realm, but he did not expect that the alienation would show signs of getting out of control.

It can be seen that even if the alienation of the body and soul is suppressed by strange dust, the risk still exists.

Seeing this, Ren Qing pondered for a moment, took out the strange object of the Poison Bone Skill, and then came to the desert water marsh from Abi Hell.

He skillfully transformed the strange object into a strange fetus, and then returned to the ghost market.

Various materials were placed on the table, all closely related to the Poison Bone Skill.

Ren Qing watched as Huang Ziwan was about to be unable to hold on, and quickly started refining, and soon a black Taoist robe was formed.

He pointed his finger at the Taoist robe, and the soul butterfly slowly flew towards the strange fetus weapon.

As the ability of the messenger was used, the appearance of the soul butterfly underwent another change, and it gradually moved closer to the human form.

Ren Qing couldn't help but look strange. The painting style of the Dream Butterfly Art seemed to be wrong.

When the messenger was formed, it was actually a semi-transparent ghost with a veiled face, wearing a dead person's mourning clothes and carrying a lantern in his hand.

The messenger took the Taoist robe and came to the other end of the inn in the blink of an eye.

The Taoist robe fell on Huang Ziwan, and the signs of alienation getting out of control were immediately relieved, and the messenger also turned into a soul butterfly and disappeared without a trace.

Huang Ziwan turned misfortune into blessing. Not only did his Poison Bone Skill reach the half-corpse realm, but he also refined the strange fetus weapon.

He looked at the Taoist robe in shock and doubt, and then realized that it was Ren Qing who had made it, and he was a little suspicious of life.

What happened in just a few months...

Ren Qing was just about to go to Huang Ziwan to catch up, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the split soul far away in the Qingxu Temple, and it seemed to be still alive.

It was clearly about to collapse, but the wine in the earthen jar maintained the vitality of the split soul, but it was obviously unrealistic to want to recover.

Ren Qing hesitated about how to deal with the split soul, when heavy footsteps came from outside the Taoist temple, and two people walked into the house.

They seemed to be standing in front of the split soul, looking at this unremarkable earthen jar.

A hoarse voice sounded, it should be the middle-aged Zeren who took Ren Qing to soak in wine, and it could be heard that his words were extremely flattering.

"Dao Officer, look, this Warm Wine Immortal..."

"I don't know why he persisted for so long. The other Zeren have already completed the reshaping. Maybe his physique was special before he ascended."

"Jin Shizi, take him to the back mountain."

"Okay, Dao Officer."

The two then walked out of the Taoist temple, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Ren Qing shook his head. From the conversation, it could be learned that the Zeren had to undergo reshaping of the flesh, but he didn't know what it was for.

Seeing this, he separated some consciousness and placed it on the split soul to see if there was any space to drill, maybe there would be unexpected gains.

The corpse of the Wine Meat Daoist was an opportunity that could not be ignored. After all, it was related to the Heavenly Strange Realm, how could it not be tempting.

After Ren Qing waited for a moment, seven or eight Zeren surrounded the earthen jar.

They used sacrificial means, chanting Taoist rebirth curses in their mouths, and then separated the earthen jar from the ground bit by bit.

Ren Qing was a little puzzled by the actions of the Zeren.

But he soon became nervous, because he could vaguely hear the sound of children crying.

He could feel as if countless arms were grabbing the earthen jar, and it took a lot of effort for the many Zeren to separate it from the ground.

Then the earthen jar was lifted up, swaying towards the back mountain mentioned by the Dao Officer, and he didn't know if it had anything to do with the so-called reshaping.

The earthen jar was placed steadily, and the sound of children crying appeared again.

Ren Qing realized ridiculously that the crying sound came from the earthen jar itself. What kind of ghost thing did the Qingxu Temple use to imprison the split soul?

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