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

In the mountains and forests:

A group of masked cultivators were on the move, channeling their magical power and using spells like Gale and Windwalk to head straight for the last peak of Seven Maidens Mountain.

They were not the only group that attacked Seven Maidens Mountain; they were just one of many.

Their goal was simple: according to intelligence, they wanted to deal with an old-style cultivator who had only been practicing magic for a few months.

Although the methods of the old-style cultivators are strange, their cultivation efficiency is low.

No matter how ingenious the method, how many spells can one cast?

Moreover, although they were new cultivators, they had been instructed by old cultivators and were confident that they had the means to fight against a cultivator who had only recently begun practicing.

Therefore, everyone was full of confidence.

call out!

call out!

call out!

When they were still twenty or thirty miles from the mountaintop, the eyes of the cultivator at the very back of the group contracted.

Because he suddenly noticed palace maids rushing out of the surrounding bushes.

These palace maids, like graceful songstresses, moved with elegant poise.

However, wielding two swords and exuding murderous intent, they attacked them from all directions.

"Heh, using martial arts experts to stop them?"

"How ridiculous!"

"Fireball!"

The cultivator unleashed his magic power: in the next second, fireballs roared out, easily tearing apart numerous martial artists.

As he watched the warriors' flesh explode and their corpses fall, a smile crept onto his lips.

"My fireball spell can be cast even faster now!"

"It seems my spell level has increased again."

At this moment, the other cultivators all gave him a thumbs up, praising him, "Brother, you're amazing!"

"Dude, that fireball was incredibly accurate!"

"brother....."

As he was called "brother" again and again, the corners of his mouth continued to turn upwards in a smile.

But as he laughed, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Because he discovered that his friends who used to call him brother had become less genuine.

Some of the friends even had their face masks fall off, revealing full beards.

"wrong!"

"None of my friends have long beards."

"Oh no, I must be under an illusion!"

His mind raced, and he immediately bit his tongue: "Blood and excruciating pain from the tongue can break free from illusions."

"Break it!"

He wanted to spit blood to break the illusion.

However, he bit his tongue, but no blood came out.

What's wrong with me?

"Where's the blood from my tongue?"

"My neck feels so cold!"

The next second, he saw a little person jump off him and run forward, his clothes and body shape transforming into his likeness.

He subconsciously touched his neck:

"So much blood!"

thump!

The cultivator fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead as he watched the eerie figure that had replaced him blend into the group of his companions, and as another version of himself raised a knife against the backs of his friends.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!"

"Is that the cultivator who just started practicing his techniques? How come his methods are even more bizarre than those of the old-style cultivators who trained us?"

"I don't want to die!"

"I finally managed to cultivate immortality after a lot of trouble."

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At the foot of the mountain:

Wang Quan lightly tapped the box with his fingers.

The little paper figures drifted along the edge of the basin of water.

Wang Quan unleashed streams of magical power to enhance the power.

When the time comes, they will either do a backflip, a triple axel, or a flat jump, diving into the water basin one after another.

They disappeared the instant they hit the water basin.

Meanwhile, twenty or thirty miles away, their figures appeared on cultivators one by one.

A long sword sliced ​​across his neck, a spear pierced his skull.

One by one, the cultivators fell to the ground.

After defeating the enemy's paper doll, I transformed into the enemy's appearance, rejoined the group, and continued on my journey.

The trees swayed, and the mountain wind swept through.

Wang Quan abandoned the basin of water, stood up, and stared ahead:

Whoosh!

A dozen or so masked monks rushed out of the mountains and forests.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, the leading cultivator laughed loudly, "You thieves! This is my Hehuan Pavilion's territory! How dare you steal from me? You have no conscience!"

"kill!"

Upon seeing this, many spirits dropped their tools and ran away.

The leading cultivator laughed loudly: "Thief, prepare to die!"

"Ice Arrow!"

He channeled his magic, and countless blue ice arrows appeared, hurtling toward Wang Quan.

call!

Wang Quan spat out a mouthful of [Bright Moon Magic Power] which exploded in front of the ice arrow.

The next second, a series of blue ice arrows struck it, instantly appearing ten miles away.

The cultivator, seeing the spell mysteriously disappear, was not alarmed. Instead, he casually grabbed a handful of talismans and began chanting incantations.

The next second, the talisman burst into flames, transforming into dozens of fireballs that roared once more, hurtling straight toward Wang Quan.

At the same time, he shouted, "Brothers, let's go together and kill him!"

Wang Quan opened his mouth again and spat out a beam of moonlight.

call out!call out!call out!

Dozens of fireballs were instantly teleported ten miles away.

The cultivator's eyes narrowed: "What a bizarre method!"

"Brothers, let's charge!"

"No matter how strange his methods are, can he possibly withstand the magic of more than a dozen of you?"

Then, he stepped back, intending to shield his many brothers in front of him and let them test the depth of the king's power.

As a result, he quietly took a few steps back and found that the area in front of him was still empty.

He instinctively turned his head and saw that his friends were still standing behind him.

"Brothers, let's go together!"

"Didn't we agree when we came here that we would fight without fear of death and kill the villains?"

"If someone unfortunately dies in battle, will the others burn incense and send clothes to their fallen comrade on holidays, festivals, and birthdays?"

"Are you all scared?"

A dozen or so cultivators shook their heads in unison: "We are not afraid!"

"If you're not afraid, then charge in and fight!"

"We're all dead, how can we fight?"

"Um?"

The next second, the new cultivator saw his companions lose all color in their faces, and they looked like paper cutouts: their bodies were pale, and their cheeks were flushed.

In an instant, the cultivators of the new method felt a chill run down their spines.

Something unusual happened in broad daylight?

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

The cultivator using the new method swallowed hard and instinctively moved closer to Wang Quan: "Brother, I was just testing your skills!"

"There was no malicious intent involved!"

"You see, it's these anomalies that are malicious."

"These anomalies, although they came with me, I swear, I am not with them."

At this moment, Wang Quan stepped back and shook his head.

The cultivator using the new method panicked: "I'm really not going to join them!"

"Brother, you have to believe me!"

Wang Quan nodded: "I believe you!"

"Then why are you backing away?"

Wang Quan: "Because I'm in cahoots with them!"

The new cultivators remained silent.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them on the ground.

Bang! Bang! The talisman exploded, spewing out billowing black smoke, white smoke, and red smoke, which spread in all directions.

Meanwhile, the cultivators of the new method of immortality, using the smoke as a means of escape, fled in a frenzy.

Wang Quan sighed, "Don't you know that cultivators have many spells involving smoke and mist?"

The newly trained cultivator turned his head and saw Wang Quan snap his fingers. Two hazy streams of magical power fell into the smoke, and then, the smoke transformed into colorful hands that reached out to grab him.

At the same time, the voice of the king rang out:

"In your next life, don't call people 'brother' so casually!"