Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

By using the sutra for saving others, one can permanently cleanse evil and accumulate merit.

It can also temper the Yin spirit.

Even without these people's requests, the royal power wanted to eliminate one evil after another as soon as possible, thereby increasing its own strength.

Now, when these people not only prepare medicine to restore his magical power but also offer him money, he immediately agrees.

But, the moment he opened his mouth, a new idea suddenly occurred to him: "Everyone, I don't want your money!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivator's expression changed slightly.

Don't want Qingfu?

So you need other resources?

The cultivator, now in his true form, spoke: "Then, fellow Daoist, what resources do you need? We can provide them!"

Wang Quan shook his head: "I don't want resources either!"

"I only need the mana pills you provide."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator in his true form was stunned.

Is it that simple?

He was immediately filled with gratitude towards Wang Quan: "Brother Dao..."

Wang Quan waved his hand and laughed, "Purifying evil, weakening the Great Tomb, and strengthening this stronghold is the duty of every cultivator."

"I will do it even if you don't ask me to."

"My progress is slow simply because casting the Salvation Sutra consumes too much mana!"

"Now that you are providing me with pills to replenish my mana, I will naturally do my best."

The cultivator was extremely grateful.

A short while later, Wang Quan received a box containing thirty to fifty pills.

One pill can replenish one hundred units of magical power.

"Brother Dao, we hope you can use all these dozens of pills to weaken the power of the Great Tomb."

"And we also want to try to see if we can completely kill the lowest-ranking general."

Wang Quan's heart stirred: "Are the lowest-ranking generals powerful? Should I use the 'Scripture of Salvation' to help? If I use the 'Scripture of Salvation' to kill that general..."

The cultivator shook his head: "We were looking through the data yesterday and found that the more powerful the evil, the more times the 'Salvation Sutra' needs to be recited."

"That general is terrifying; he might be able to withstand thirty to fifty repetitions of the 'Salvation Sutra'."

"Instead of gambling on something uncertain, it's better to use these thirty to fifty times of the Salvation Sutra to permanently weaken the Great Tomb's power."

Wang Quan nodded: "Alright, then I'll continue clearing away the evil on the first floor."

After the two confirmed the time, Wang Quan stepped into the first floor.

At this moment, this cultivator in his physical body contacted other cultivators in their physical bodies to come over.

A moment later, everyone saw the hall shake slightly, and then a blank space the width of a leek leaf appeared on the wall.

"Brother Daoist, let's begin!"

"Everyone, we're entering the tenth floor to defeat the Great General!"

"Finally... to the rest of you, I hope you can help bless the scriptures."

In the hall, many Yin spirits exclaimed excitedly, "Don't worry, by adding our blessings to the scriptures, we can not only strengthen our suppression of the tomb, but also temper our own Yin spirits."

"We are committed to a win-win situation!"

After thanking everyone, these cultivators who had descended in their true forms led over a hundred top-tier Yin God experts to the tenth level.

Just as everyone stepped onto the tenth floor, all the other Yin spirits in the hall began to bless the Taoist scriptures on the walls.

Some people even painted Taoist scriptures on the newly created walls.

Before they could finish writing the Taoist scriptures, the hall trembled again, and another blank wall appeared, followed by a second, a third...

The number of blank walls is constantly increasing.

The spirits who remained in the hall cheered.

"Perhaps this time we can really go all out and completely destroy this great tomb!"

"We have the permanent weakening of the Daoist who possesses the 'Scripture of Salvation,' seven or eight cultivators whose true forms have descended, and hundreds of top-tier Yin God experts to cleanse and annihilate us!"

"In addition, the cleanup was also activated on several other floors at the same time."

"Can this massive tomb... hold on?"

at this time:

On each level of the great tomb, several teams simultaneously annihilate evil.

Some players progress quickly, exiting immediately after strangling the enemy, then re-entering to repeat the strangling process, temporarily weakening the Great Tomb's power.

As the number of evils that the monarchy perpetually eradicated increased, everyone clearly felt that the evil they faced was becoming weaker and weaker.

Although these weakenings were only slight, they were already easier for the cultivators than before.

The tenth level is a city, inhabited by over 100,000 evil beings.

Countless evil beings, with hideous faces, disregarded the established plot. Upon seeing seven or eight cultivators descending in their true forms and hundreds of Yin God experts, they swarmed out in full force.

"Eat them!"

"Tear their flesh apart, then begin the feast!"

Behind all evil lies a general.

The general rode a warhorse, a contorted patchwork of steel and flesh.

The warhorse's head was twisted and ferocious, with horns on it, spewing out streams of black flames.

The general on horseback is even more imaginary, with three heads and six arms, wielding swords, spears, halberds, and bows and arrows.

The general growled and roared.

"Prepare for battle!"

A Yin God cultivator casually tossed out bolts of lightning and fire: the lightning and fire exploded, and the evil within a radius of tens of meters was reduced to ashes.

A malevolent spirit formed a hand seal, and in the next second, hundreds of large snakes emitting green light appeared, coiling around evil.

A malevolent spirit struck the gourd, and countless red iron filings flew out, like a millstone, crushing evil.

Some underworld deities can conjure soldiers from beans, some can summon wind and rain, and some can open sword boxes and unleash hundreds of sword lights.

A cultivator opened a box and poured out the contents:

The next second, hundreds or even thousands of bone beads rolled out of the box.

The bead landed, rolled, sprouted hands and feet, grew a head, or transformed into a human form or a wild beast, and clattered towards evil.

Click!

Click!

The tenth floor is shaking.

With each tremor, the cultivators noticed that the evil auras were weakening little by little.

This further fueled the cultivators' fighting spirit.

Several cultivators, whose true forms had descended, were constantly calculating the number of times the evil had been weakened.

Based on their calculations, after Wang Quan consumed the last mana-replenishing pill, they roared, "Kill!"

Several cultivators unleashed numerous spells to eradicate evil and rapidly advanced towards the Great General.

Click!

The general's body suddenly split open, and then a twisted monster emerged from it.

This monster has a hundred arms, eighteen heads, and wings made of bone on its back.

The monster growled and howled, its eyes blazing with fury.

Upon seeing this monster, many cultivators in their true form were excited: "As expected, when the power of the Great Tomb is permanently weakened, this Great General will appear in his second form."

"Killing this second form could potentially end the Great Tomb completely!"

"Everyone, go all out!"

Many Yin Spirit cultivators immediately unleashed their spells, focusing their attacks on the twisted monster.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder, fire, wind, rain, skeletal warriors, giant snakes, and all sorts of other strange spells were cast upon the monster.

After a series of violent roars, the evil surrounding the monster general vanished into thin air, and even the monster general himself was blasted apart, his bones broken and exposed.

Many cultivators laughed.

However, their smiles froze the next second.

Because the monster general's injuries were instantly healed.

Then, it waved its hundred arms.

boom! boom! boom!

One hundred cultivators were beaten to pieces.