The Secret Way of Immortality

The patterns of the figure vaguely resembled a beast's head, constantly converging and dispersing, feeling out of place with the Gluttony Dharma.

Besides that, Ren Qing also discovered the words "Jailer" deep in the other party's eyes, seemingly representing his identity within the Avici Hell.

Ren Qing recalled Mount Camelback, because of the twelve herbs that grew in the Disaster Elimination Forbidden Zone.

There was an inexplicable similarity between the two.

He couldn't help but have a thought.

Could it be that after the Gluttony Dharma advanced to Avici Hell, the space in his belly developed the characteristics of a forbidden zone?

Roar!!!

The ape jailer interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts. It broke free from the wall and pounced over with extreme speed.

Unfortunately, in Ren Qing's eyes, the ape jailer was at most at the early stage of the Half-Corpse Realm, not even comparable to the seriously injured and dying Song Rong.

The Great Miao Saber was unsheathed, and the blade perfectly blocked the ape jailer.

Ren Qing took half a step back, not expecting the ape jailer's strength to be stronger than he imagined.

Seeing that the attack was not effective, the ape jailer's emotions became more and more agitated, and it kept waving its arms and hammering at Ren Qing.

Ren Qing dodged while moving around, and at the same time, the double pupils in his eyes were used to the extreme, wanting to figure out what this jailer was.

While he was fighting, a rat's head poked out from the corner of the cell's bars. It was actually an opossum the size of a cat.

The opossum's eyes were filled with viciousness, and it stuck out its slender tongue to lick its nose.

Ren Qing glanced over with his peripheral vision.

He was immediately surprised to notice that there were living creatures in the Avici Hell. How could ordinary creatures survive in the inner space of the Yang God Realm?

Ren Qing then reacted.

This was probably from one of the cultivators, controlling the opossum to pass through the blood vessel bars.

He didn't know the other party's purpose, but he probably didn't have good intentions. In that case, he should get rid of the jailer as soon as possible.

The double pupils turned, and countless flaws flooded into his eyes.

With Ren Qing's current strength, he could easily seize the flaws and counterattack, without even needing to use werewolf transformation.

First, a slash.

Fresh blood splattered from the ape jailer's ankle joints. It instinctively fell to the ground, but its claws still maintained an attacking posture.

Before its arm could touch Ren Qing, the narrow blade was already there.

Whoosh...

The sound of air being torn apart rang out, and the blade flashed from bottom to top, the ape jailer's arm was neatly cut off at the root, and a painful wail came.

Blood fell like raindrops.

Ren Qing even had the leisure to use the tip of his blade to block the blood droplets, so as not to stain his body.

The opossum outside held a blood-red round bead in its mouth. Seeing Ren Qing facing the jailer like cutting melons and vegetables, it hesitated.

Then he remembered that when Ren Qing entered the Forbidden Soldiers Hall, his status was transcendent compared to the other cultivators, and his heart became extremely twisted.

Why don't you need a life-and-death cultivation technique, nor do you have to bear a non-human appearance, die, die, die for me!!!

The opossum spat the round bead into the cell.

The round bead shattered, and a pale yellow gas drifted out.

The opossum's face was full of joy, and then it quietly hid in the corner of the aisle.

However, the situation in the cell was completely opposite.

Ren Qing did not let himself be contaminated by the gas, and simply and decisively beheaded the ape.

The ape's corpse fell heavily to the ground, and then merged into the flesh and blood wall, giving people the feeling that it was indeed like a strange object.

Ren Qing wiped the blood stains on the blade with linen, and patted the blood vessel bars with his hand, feeling that they were not as strong as before.

"I should be able to get out."

Bang bang bang.

A slight vibration came from outside the cell.

Seeing this, Ren Qing's limbs showed inconspicuous werewolf transformations, his physique was instantly boosted, and both hands suddenly grabbed the hilt of the knife.

He swung the knife and slashed.

The blade was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye.

A white line suddenly appeared on the blood vessel, and then it was neatly cut into two pieces.

Ren Qing stepped out of the cell, and his nostrils smelled an extremely strong smell of blood, and it was also mixed with a putrid smell.

The opossum shivered in fright, and its expression became gloomy.

He never expected that Ren Qing could escape from the cell so easily, and suddenly regretted his actions just now.

He was afraid that he would bring trouble on himself.

Fortunately, the aura has already spread out, and it should be enough to attract the jailer over.

The vibration intensified.

The meatball-shaped jailer rolled over. It seemed to sense the aura, directly merged into the wall, and went to the cell where Ren Qing was.

The opossum hid in the shadows of the aisle, planning to wait until the jailer or Ren Qing died before going out, so as not to affect himself.

Although it was just a clone, death would still affect the main body, and even cause the Qi and blood to be backlashed.

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There was a lot of movement around the cell, but what made the opossum deeply surprised was that it only lasted for a short time.

The previous jailer at least fought with Ren Qing for a long time, the newly attracted jailer couldn't even last for a moment, right?

No matter what, let's pass the message to the main body first.

The opossum waited for a while and then quietly crawled out of the corner.

But before he could walk a few meters forward, he suddenly felt a shadow pressing on him, and a trace of killing intent permeated from it.

The opossum stiffly raised its head and saw Ren Qing looking at him with a knife, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

The corpse of the meatball jailer was lying diagonally not far away, and it looked like it had been cut in half with one knife, and the cut was extremely smooth.

"How is it possible..."

The opossum stood there in a daze, then was grabbed tightly by Ren Qing's right palm, and his eyes became swollen due to the squeezing force.

Ren Qing summoned the information stream.

【Wang San'er】

【Age: Thirty-six】

【Lifespan: Eleven years】

【Art: Rat Plague Decision (Rat Mother)】

【Created by the Plague Daoist, to cultivate this technique, one needs to take a special plague poison continuously for sixteen days, and only when the body is poisoned to death can it be cultivated.】

Ren Qing pondered slightly. In his memory, there was a similar low-level gang in the east of the city, specializing in some lowly theft.

It seems to be called the "Mud Society".

Wait, shouldn't cultivators in Avici Hell also produce strange objects after death?

Wuhu!!!

Wouldn't that be a way to choose a technique that suits you…

He deliberately didn't use all his strength, so that the opossum barely made a shrill cry before turning into minced meat and falling to the ground.

At the same time, rustling noises could be heard in the distance of the aisle.

More than a dozen opossums crawled out of a certain cell, wanting to escape far away.

"Ha, there is not even a fork in the road nearby, where can you escape to?"

Ren Qing exerted force on his legs, rushed up in three steps and two steps with the knife, and almost every time he swung the knife, he could accurately cut on an opossum.

Screams echoed continuously.

In just half a cup of tea, the ground was already covered with the corpses of opossums, but they were swallowed by the flesh and blood walls in a moment.

Ren Qing followed the traces to the cell where the opossums crawled out.

Inside was lying a skinny, small man, who looked like he was only breathing in and not out.

The man stared at Ren Qing with terrified eyes.

Then his mouth opened wide, and an opossum weighing four or five pounds slowly crawled out of his esophagus and ran towards the outside of the cell.