deceitful cultivator

Chapter 255 This is the Immortal City
Who would have expected that Wei Wei would involve Tu Chan.

Ren Qing thought of the monk Tuchan he met in Qingxu Temple. He thought that he would encounter blood moon-related forces only in the waxing gibbous moon layer.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't touch Yuezhu, but put the unconscious Yuan Si into the prison in his belly.

The other men who turned into candles had their souls damaged, and there was no chance of them regaining consciousness.

Yuan Si was placed on the island in the middle of the lake by him, and was taken care of by the split soul. He also used the dream seeds of heaven to rebuild the fairy market.

This time the Fairy City is not a temporary filling, he is going to maintain it for a long time.

Ren Qinggang was about to leave, but suddenly found that after Yuan Si's candle was removed, a hidden secret door appeared on the ground.

He looked down with double pupils and found that there were many children imprisoned inside.

Ren Qing glanced at the lobby of Furong Tower. The baby fox was still playing with the monks, and was planning to pick out some of them to make moon candles.

Seeing this, he opened the secret door directly, and a dozen well-dressed children came into view.

The environment in the dark room is clean and tidy, like a wing room, and there are several middle-aged courtesans taking care of their daily life.

Compared to Yuan Si and others, children are more like beautifully packaged commodities.

The alienated features on their bodies are all very slight, and there are no traces of pseudomorphs at all. Instead, they look like ordinary mortals.

Obviously, Yinghu's purpose is not only Yuezhu, but also to collect children through the oiran of Furonglou, and I don't know what it is useful for.

The child's eyes widened and he stared at the door in horror. The thick black shadow slowly flowed in like a liquid.

The oiran quickly covered the children's mouths to prevent them from making too much noise and attracting the attention of the robber.

The oldest oiran stood up and said tremblingly: "Master Immortal, this is Furong Tower, don't..."

Ren Qing didn't give them any time to react. He stretched out his hand and created suction force out of thin air, taking the children and the oiran into a prison in his belly.

However, the location is not an island in the middle of the lake, but close to the cell area.

He immediately returned to the original route and left Furong Building through the gap in the backyard wall.

After this delay, it was already dark, the moon was high in the sky, and the streets were dead silent except for the bright lights of every house.

Ren Qing maintained the shape of a black shadow, walking quietly through the alley.

In fact, since he came to the waning moon layer, he has never seen the morning street at night.

Ren Qing couldn't help but look up at the blood-red waning moon, and found that compared to the crescent moon layer, the blood moon seemed to be larger in size.

He guessed that it was not the change of the blood moon, but the distance between the ground and the sky that was shrinking, indicating that the influence of the blood moon was becoming more and more terrifying.

Ren Qing's body gradually showed signs of pulling away, and he quickly stopped looking at the blood moon.

"It's better to leave Chenjie Street as soon as possible, otherwise if Yinghu goes crazy, this place is really not suitable for retreat."

Ren Qing headed towards Sanmu Lane, preparing to drag the coffin old man into a prison in his belly.

It was only a few minutes' walk from Gold Sale to Sanmu Lane, but it took him more than half an hour to hide.

Just as Ren Qing was about to approach the entrance of the alley, there was a sudden sound of a gong beating not far away.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

Seeing this, he didn't move any more, and shrank in the corner of the wall as much as possible. The ghost shadow covered his body surface, and his sense of existence was also eliminated to the minimum.

A figure with long arms and legs passed by. The watchman wore a thin raincoat and held an ordinary lantern in his hand.

The appearance is indeed strange, but there is an unusually peaceful feeling.

Moreover, his cultivation base is far from being as terrifying as that of the baby fox, at most it is considered to be in a bad state, and there is a tendency to gradually weaken.

Ren Qing looked at the watchman and found that no matter which angle he looked from, the other person's back was facing him, which looked inexplicably weird.

The moment he turned his head, the beating of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the watchman appeared on the other side of the street.

At first, Ren Qing thought it triggered the taboo of calling the watchman, but he quickly realized and looked directly at the other person.

Compared with Yuan Si and Fu Yi, Coffin Lao's description of the watchman was very vague, and he had never heard of anyone dying because of it.

clack clack...

There was a sound of bones colliding on the watchman's body, and then he stretched his head far out like a giraffe, as if he was looking for something.

Ren Qing slipped into Sanmu Alley. After he found that he didn't notice the stranger, he raised the lantern again and murmured to himself.

"It's midnight, watch out for candles."

The Watcher is the second strange creature to appear on Morning Street besides the baby fox, so the danger should be far greater than imagined.

But the reality is quite the opposite. Watchmen seem to exist only in rumors.

Ren Qing suspected that the real name of the watchman had been forgotten, causing his intelligence to be damaged, so he kept wandering in the morning streets.

Compared with the silence of the street, the movement of the residential area in the distance is more obvious, and the screams of the dead during the hunting can be heard.

Ren Qing quickly arrived at the coffin shop, where the doors and windows were closed.

As soon as he got in through the crack of the door, he smelled a pungent smell of alcohol, mixed with low snoring.

The coffin elder was lying on the ground without any image, surrounded by empty wine jars, and the strong smell of alcohol permeated the room.

His physical condition has improved a lot, and he doesn't look like he's dying, although his limbs are still sewn together with dead people.

The coffin elder seemed to be vaguely aware of someone approaching, muttering to himself in a daze, but still unable to move.

"Old Coffin, I will take you to a good place."

With a smile on his face, Ren Qing grabbed the coffin old man and threw him into the prison in his belly.

The coffin elder felt a spin and quickly opened his eyes, only to find that he was falling from the sky, and most of the drunkenness in his body immediately dissipated.

He opened his mouth wide and didn't even realize what was happening.

boom……

The coffin man hit the island in the middle of the lake hard and lay there for a long time before he got up and noticed that there was a strange Taoist temple nearby.

The Taoist temple was surrounded by immortal energy, and there was a spring spouting wine not far away, and the fragrance emitted was stronger than the jars he drank from.

"I am..."

"This place is the abode of gods."

Yuan Si limped to the side of the coffin elder, even though the latter's cultivation was far superior to his, he didn't feel the slightest fear in his heart.

In fact, he had already woken up and received Ren Qing's instructions.

Old Coffin's head was full of confusion, and he recognized the man in front of him. He was usually the most inconspicuous among the monks on Morning Street.

Now, in front of me, there is the so-called residence of gods. What the hell is it?

He suddenly realized something, grabbed Yuan Si and asked, "Do you know Ren Qing?"

The coffin elder thought of Ren Qing, and now felt that he could not see through him. Not only did his qualifications fluctuate, but his understanding and talent were also far beyond ordinary.

There are also those dozen bottles of wine. When he first drank it, he felt refreshed. Now that he has regained consciousness, it may have the effect of extending his life.

In his more than seventy years of experience, Coffin Lao has never heard of a spiritual wine that can prolong life.

Is it really related to immortals?

"Ren Qing? I don't know."

Yuan Si shook his head, and then no matter how the coffin elder pressed him, he stopped replying and just looked at the horizon with fiery eyes.

The old coffin couldn't help turning his head away, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

There was a two-headed immortal standing in mid-air in the distance. The aura he exuded was as real as if he came from the mortal world at all.

The coffin elder was also more knowledgeable than Yuan Si. After he saw the appearance of the two-headed immortal, his breathing suddenly became extremely heavy.

"Yuanshi... Yuanshi Tianzun..."

Only in the classics could he get a glimpse of the true face of Dao Ancestor. Now that he met Yuanshi Tianzun, who was hard to distinguish between true and false, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

Yuan Si knelt down on the ground without hesitation, his expression slightly apologetic.

If he hadn't acted recklessly, he wouldn't have been trapped in Furong Tower, and he would have had to be rescued by the Immortal Lord in the end, which really shouldn't have happened.

The split soul borrows the ghost essence of the Heavenly Dao Worm. For the two people who master the Heavenly Dao Worm's method, the sense of oppression is even far greater than that of the monks in the ascension stage.

Ren Qing poured the content of Nether Heavenly Worm Method into their Niwan Palace.

"If you practice this technique, you can live forever."

The coffin boss opened his mouth wide. For a man whose lifespan is exhausted, longevity is indeed something that is beyond reach.

The Nether Celestial Insect Technique is not much different from the ordinary magic technique, with only some minor changes.

But these inconspicuous changes hide information that is horrifying to think about, and why is it called the Celestial Insect Technique...

The shaking ground interrupted Old Coffin's thoughts, and the island in the middle of the lake began to expand continuously.

In just a few breaths of time, the island has grown several times in size, and the Taoist temple has also become hazy, as if it will melt into smoke at any time.

Ren Qing took a deep breath and went through the contents of the Dream Butterfly Technique several times in his mind.

The three dream spells echoed each other, exerting their power to the extreme.

Two more buildings appeared around the Taoist temple. Although they looked like ordinary shops, they were created out of thin air after all.

The coffin elder has already believed most of it. He has never seen such terrifying magical powers before, and even a monk in the distracted stage cannot achieve it.

He suspected that Ren Qing was a disciple of the Two-headed Immortal, so the opportunity fell on him.

The shop is fully formed, one is supposed to sell coffins, the other is called Dream Pavilion, I don't know what it is for.

The two looked at each other.

According to the information left by Ren Qing, Dameng Pavilion can be exchanged for cultivation materials, and the coffin shop is run by the coffin elder.

However, the Fairy Market is not open yet and the shops are closed.

Before Ren Qing's separated soul left, two spiritual lights fell into their palms.

The coffin elder opened his palm and found a crystal clear amber-shaped gem. According to the extra information in his mind, taking it can extend your life by two hundred days. It is a rare fairy food.

What Yuan Si received was a flesh and blood artifact made from an adult's leg bone.

He didn't hesitate to fit the lame leg, and the two merged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon after, the disability in the leg was made up for by the magic weapon.

"Thank you Immortal Lord for your blessing. My disciple has nothing to repay."

Yuan Si knocked his head hard several times, and then hurried to the Taoist temple, planning to immediately switch to practicing the Nether Celestial Insect Technique.

After hesitating for a moment, the coffin elder swallowed the corpse into his belly.

As the warm current surged, he knew that his longevity had indeed increased a lot, and he would not experience the pain of exhaustion in a short time.

"Oh, I thought I was open-minded enough about life and death..."

"But who can regard immortality as nothing?"

The coffin elder looked at the obviously restricted world of the prison in his belly, it was probably some kind of supernatural power that formed a world of its own, and it seemed that he had indeed met a fairy.

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