The Secret Way of Immortality

Li Tiangang nodded secretly. Although he wasn't a bloodthirsty person, if this reserve member was so ignorant, then there was only one path: death.

Song Zongwu had a bit more of a smile. He remembered Ren Qing asking about the Armor Plating Skill some time ago.

He didn't expect that he had not only mastered it, but also reached the Half-Corpse Realm. Presumably, the No-Eyed Method's advancement to the Ghost Messenger Realm should be fast.

Li Tiangang looked at the courtyard. Wang Ergou was completely lifeless.

But the corpse was still twitching on the ground, as if not quite dead. The speed of the flesh rotting was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Luo Niang sighed, "Even a strange object of the Martial Artist Realm is not something ordinary people can control."

She immediately got up and left the courtyard. Wang Ergou's corpse gradually turned into white bones.

Li Tiangang said, "Soon, the Half-Corpse Realm won't be able to handle it. Let the prison guards replace the reserve members."

These words were not for Song Zongwu to hear. He also had an eyeball with a mouth in his hand, which was Jiang Feng's spell.

And Jiang Feng was mainly responsible for conveying instructions.

A moment later, crows flew around the reserve members, and Jiang Feng's voice rang from the birds' beaks, telling them to leave the periphery of the temple fair as soon as possible.

Ren Qing didn't hesitate and immediately set off.

After he left, the rat people swarmed towards the corpse.

The rat people feasted, and their size had soared to about five meters.

Ren Qing looked back, his scalp tingling. He felt like he was raising a tiger, making people confused.

The rat people didn't dare to chase Ren Qing, but they weren't so restrained towards the other reserve members, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

Fortunately, the prison guards took over to deal with the rat people.

After the reserve members withdrew from the temple fair, they didn't understand the situation.

They all had injuries of varying sizes, but Ren Qing only had a few bloodstains, looking like he was in control.

The reserve members swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison.

They deliberately kept a few meters away. Only Yan Jun stepped forward to greet Ren Qing, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.

Ren Qing glanced at the others. They were all Half-Corpse Realm cultivators who had only mastered one spell, and their advancement to the Ghost Messenger Realm was far away.

He patiently observed the temple fair. The fighting inside lasted for half an hour, until all the rat people were killed by the prison guards.

The streets were covered with thick flesh and blood, but then returned to calm.

Then, according to Li Tiangang's instructions, the prison guards guarded the periphery of the temple fair, specifically clearing the area around the Sending Godly Child Temple.

Wang Ergou's corpse had turned into black and red pus, constantly rising bubbles, and the nearby plants turned to ashes upon contact.

The flesh and blood all over the temple fair wriggled without warning, rolling towards the Sending Godly Child Temple like waves.

Li Tiangang narrowed his eyes and said, "As expected, the Land God has completely lost his mind, but he is still obsessed with the Summer Grass Art, which is really strange."

Song Zongwu said in a low voice, "It's strange that a cultivator like him, who doesn't even have a soul, is still not dead."

"Don't worry, the ferocity of beasts is known to the world, but they are also the easiest to deal with."

After listening, Song Zongwu didn't say a word. His six eyes stared at Li Tiangang for a moment, then he turned and disappeared.

Li Tiangang put his right hand on his chest and abdomen, took out a page of paper from it, recorded some things, and then put it back.

Then he also left the temple fair.

The two seemed to be intentionally causing the situation to get out of control.

In the pool of blood that Wang Ergou's corpse had turned into, a palm-sized mushroom gradually grew.

In the red and white color, one could vaguely see a distorted and hideous human face.

The human-faced mushroom was in a half-dead state. Once it withered, it would cause the strange object to riot.

Even a strange object of the Martial Artist Realm would not form a forbidden area, but it could still cause a lot of trouble.

Li Tiangang and the other didn't have any worries about this.

A moment later, the human-faced mushroom grew to half a meter and suddenly showed signs of withering.

In the surprised eyes of the other reserve members, Ren Qing took the initiative to stand on a high place, and then looked at the distant temple fair. The flesh and blood on the street had disappeared at some point.

He simply used Body-Soul Separation to bless his Heavy Pupils, wanting to see more clearly.

Flesh and blood flowed in the cracks of the soil, and were gradually absorbed when they came into contact with the human-faced mushroom.

The human-faced mushroom grew stronger and stronger, and its appearance became more and more like a living person, and even limbs began to grow.

Just as the mushroom was about to completely take shape, cracks appeared on the surface, and it suddenly had a tendency to collapse.

Ren Qing always felt that this method was to prevent the strange object from completely resurrecting.

There may be deeper reasons, but it was not something he could come into contact with.

About a few breaths later, a thick arm drilled out of the ground, its skin covered with scales, and its claws were extremely sharp.

This was clearly the Land God, and its degree of alienation was even deeper. It had completely transformed into a pangolin beast.

The Land God bit the human-faced mushroom in one bite, swallowed it whole into its belly, and then dived into the ground, not knowing where it went.

The soil in the courtyard churned for a while, and then turned into ordinary.

Ren Qing came back to his senses and heard the noisy voices. The people of the celebration parade were preparing to return to the west of the city.

The constables didn't stop them, and even the prison guards received orders to retreat.

Ren Qing was full of bewilderment. Could it be that this trip was not to encircle and suppress the Land God? He felt like he was actively sending the strange object to the other party's mouth.

Something was wrong…

The strange object was related to fungi, and it was estimated that it involved the Summer Grass Art. Could it be that the Prison Guard Hall had left some backhand, so as to achieve certain goals.

Why did he have the illusion that the Prison Guard Hall was planning to take chestnuts from the fire.

Huang Ziwan came to Ren Qing's side. Seeing the other party frowning, he joked and asked, "Are you disappointed to find that it's not a forbidden area?"

"Old Huang, I feel…"

"Feel inexplicable? Since it's an Yin Messenger Realm prison guard intervening, it must not be without a reason, why bother thinking so much."

Huang Ziwan yawned, waved his hand, and walked towards the prosperous city.

The prison guards and reserve members dispersed. Some wanted to befriend Ren Qing, but the latter didn't pay any attention to them at all.

Ren Qing deliberately detoured and didn't choose to return to the Fire Worker Hall, but went to the Immortal Buddha Temple.

He felt that he had to figure out the cause and effect no matter what, and at the very least, he had to understand the special features of the Summer Grass Art.

So he could only try to get information from Song Zongwu.

Ren Qing waited patiently. It just so happened that he had nothing to do, so he closed his eyes and visualized the spell, and couldn't feel the passage of time.

So it makes sense to say that cultivation has no years.

In this case, he had no distracting thoughts in his mind, and the visualization effect of the No-Eyed Method was naturally more obvious, and he finally touched the bottleneck.

Ren Qing was not in a hurry for the Heavy Pupils to advance to the Ghost Messenger Realm, so he withdrew from the visualization method.

After he opened his eyes, he saw Song Zongwu sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the Immortal Buddha Temple. He must have come in and didn't want to disturb him.

Before Ren Qing could say anything, Song Zongwu took the initiative to speak with a solemn expression.

"You are already close to advancement. Before you are ready, never touch the bottleneck."

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