I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 12: Bone Warrior, this method might be a bit painful!
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"I can't control that much anymore!"

After letting out a long sigh, Jin Chan actually dived into the cauldron and buried his entire body in it.

He swallowed the firefly powder in the cauldron in big gulps and did not stop until his stomach was full.

The tentacles that were surging over seemed to have sensed something, so they stopped moving and watched from afar.

After a while.

I saw that the cicada's belly swelled several times, just like a woman who was pregnant for ten months.

Followed by.

An indescribable feeling of heat and tingling spread from my internal organs, as if I had swallowed tens of thousands of red-hot iron nails in one gulp.

boom!
The golden cicada's round belly suddenly exploded, and balls of sticky flames gushed out like a flood.

It hurts, it’s unbearable pain!

This pain is different from being eaten.
It is an indescribable feeling, which makes the cicadas who have experienced several "picking festivals" almost faint from the pain.

The flames continued to lick the cicada's body, and its skin and flesh gradually became charred, cracked, and finally carbonized under the high temperature.

The fat also melted into drops of human oil, emitting a special fragrance.

As time passed, the golden cicada's body dissipated and reassembled under the burning flames.

In the end, only a pile of white bones with a few pieces of flesh hanging on them were left.

The monsters in the distance seemed to be stunned, and they just stayed where they were, with only a few tentacles waving in the air.

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

The white-boned golden cicada lay in the cauldron where flames were billowing, and cried out to the sky.

His already cloudy consciousness made him forget that the body he was in at this moment was not Ying Lou who was far away in Qin State.

Followed by.

White bones, covered in flames, crawled out of the cauldron.

If you look carefully.

In the flames, the cicada's internal organs would be burned and melted as soon as they grew a little.

"Come on, come and eat me!"

The golden cicada, which had turned into a skeleton, shook its head, regained consciousness, and then started shouting.

He even stretched out his right index finger bone and hooked it at the monster.

But unfortunately, the monster has no emotions and cannot be provoked at all.

Out of instinct for danger, he actually chose to turn around and run away.

This time.

The identities of prey and hunter are reversed.

The monster squirmed its fat body and hid here and there in the Peach Blossom Spring.

A flaming skeleton was chasing after him.

However, the golden cicada, which had lost 80% of its weight, was now as light as a cicada's wing, and its agile body quickly caught up with the target.

"Try running again!"

After Jin Chan finished speaking, he found the right opportunity and jumped up and pounced on the monster.

The sharp fingers, with only bones left, pierced the monster's fat in an instant.

Then he pulled hard with both hands, and a big hole was torn in the fat-like body.

The flame of a firefly is not only highly dependent, but also spreads very quickly.

Soon the monster was burned from the inside out by the flames and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Seeing that this was no longer a solution, the monster could only separate the burning meat and the cicada from its body and throw them on the ground.

Then he waved his tentacles and smashed down hard at the golden cicada, which was left with only a skeleton.

Boom, boom, several grooves were smashed into the ground.

But this method of killing one thousand enemies but injuring eight hundred of its own was not pleasant for the monster. Whenever the fire on the tentacle was about to burn its body, it could only grit its teeth and throw it away, replacing it with a new one and continuing to whip.

In this way, the monster's size became smaller and smaller, and even if Jin Chan only had half of his body left, he could still reshape his body.

In the war of attrition, Jin Chan was not at all weak, but became more and more courageous.

It entangles from dark to dawn, and then to dark again.

The firefly's flame is about to go out.

The golden cicada returned to its original appearance, with only a few sparks still coming out of its skin. However, the speed of the burning flames at this time was far slower than the speed of the golden cicada's flesh and blood being reshaped.

On the other hand, the monster, after losing all its tentacles, turned back into its original corpse appearance.

"Come again!" Jin Chan shouted, clenched his fists and rushed forward.

The monster, or rather Alang, had completely lost the ability to fight back and could only stand there stupidly, allowing himself to be whipped again and again.

His body, which was already riddled with holes, was now even more tattered.

"Golden Cicada, stop fighting!"

Sudden.

The corpse, which had been motionless for a long time, actually stretched out his hands to his chest and begged for mercy.

Startled by this sudden change, Jin Chan quickly retracted his fist, paused, and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"My name is Bai Lang, Bai Yubao is my father!"

The deceased old village chief's name was Bai Yubao.

"I don't know whether I am a human or a ghost now, but I was able to regain my sanity, thanks to you!" Bai Lang explained.

"What does it have to do with me?" Jin Chan was a little suspicious. When Bai Lang was buried that year, she was not even there!

"If the fireflies' fire hadn't just happened to burn this evil thing, I wouldn't have been able to regain consciousness!"

After Bai Lang finished speaking, he reached into his stomach and pulled out a bronze incense burner from his rotten stomach.

This thing was exactly what was stuck in Bai Lang's neck when he turned into a monster.

"what is this?"

"Qingtan, to be precise, its name should be Qingtan. It is an evil object that flowed from the hands of the emperor of the Central Plains to the Southern Wilderness. However, it should be called a holy object in the Central Plains!"

Bai Lang narrowed his eyes, and when he said the name, there was obvious hatred in his eyes.

“There really is such a thing!”

When Laocun said that he had made up the method of immortality, Jinchan thought that Qingtan was also made up by him.

"If it weren't for this thing, I wouldn't be in this state!"

Bai Lang gritted his teeth, raised the Qingtan in his hand high as if to throw it away, but after thinking it over, he put his hand down.

"I know you want to leave Peach Blossom Spring, I can help you!" Bai Lang sighed and looked at the mist in the mountains, and suddenly spoke again.

"Help me? Why are you helping me?"

Although Bai Lang's words did touch Jin Chan's heart, he still did not let down his guard.

The environment in which he lives has made him suspicious of everyone for many years.

Besides, who knows if the person in front of him will suddenly turn into a tentacle monster again. If he doesn't have the firefly powder in his hand by then, he will definitely not be his opponent.

"Leaving Peach Blossom Spring and returning to the Central Plains has always been my obsession!"

Bai Lang opened his mouth slowly and told Jin Chan the history of Taohuayuan.

It turns out that there was no such place as Peach Blossom Spring in the beginning.

One day hundreds of years ago.

A caravan from the Central Plains border ventured into the Southern Wilderness as usual.

Just when passing by this place, five huge mountains suddenly fell from the sky and surrounded the place tightly.

At the beginning.

The people in the caravan were still thinking about how to cross the mountains and return to the Central Plains to live again.

But countless failures made them give up this unrealistic idea.

In addition, there is abundant material resources in Taohuayuan.

There is no need to worry about war or food and clothing.

After careful consideration, these people decided to stay and gave this place a nice name: "Taohuayuan".

However, among their descendants, there are still some who want to return to the Central Plains, their homeland.

So for the harmony of the village and the comfortable life of the vast majority of people.

One of the village chiefs once ordered that no one was allowed to mention that their ancestors came from the Central Plains.

They also fabricated facts, packaging their ancestors as native inhabitants of the Southern Wilderness, and spread the rumor that there were dangers everywhere outside the Peach Blossom Spring, and that as long as anyone crossed the mountain, the entire tribe would fall into an abyss from which there was no escape.

Another one or two hundred years passed like this, and no one ever mentioned leaving here again.

However, more than 20 years ago, after Bai Lang accidentally learned the truth, he wanted to return to the Central Plains just like those people before.

But it was also because of this idea that he was killed by the conservative villagers.

"Golden Cicada, can you give me a piece of your meat?"

After telling his own story, Bai Lang suddenly reached out and asked Jin Chan.

(End of this chapter)