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

First floor, an unnamed town:

Wang Quan recited the sutra for saving people, cleansing away one evil after another.

However, after he had eliminated fifty of them, the evil forces here not only did not continue to weaken, but instead began to grow stronger.

One palace maid was not enough to suppress evil; it took two palace maids to do so.

After he had cleared out sixty of them, the remaining evil suddenly exploded, turning into billowing black smoke that intertwined with each other, forming a giant tornado.

The tornado swirled with black smoke, creating a vortex on the ground.

Then, a three-headed, hundred-armed evil creature crawled out from it.

Upon witnessing this evil moment, Wang Quan's first thought was to retreat from the first level.

As a result, his thoughts wandered, and this layer did not reject him.

His thoughts raced again, stirring his true form, prompting him to return.

A wisp of green smoke crossed space and appeared around him.

If he so desires, his spirit can return in an instant.

Just then, the three-headed, hundred-armed evil creature growled, "Don't go, save me!"

Wang Quan: "Huh?"

What's going on?

Evil is calling for help?

boom!

The three-headed, hundred-armed evil figure knelt on the ground, frantically pounding the earth: "Save me!"

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he recited the sutra for saving people once more.

This time, however, his target was this strange evil.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

The recitation of one hundred verses of the Sutra of Salvation has ended.

The next second, a hundred streams of magical power vanished into thin air.

Then, the Hundred-Armed Evil let out a wail, and a pair of its arms disappeared, leaving it as the Ninety-Eight-Armed Evil.

He wailed, "Keep chanting, save me!"

Please!

This was the first time Wang Quan had encountered such evil, and then he became even more addicted to reciting it.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

As the king continued to chant, the Hundred-Armed General's arms became fewer and fewer.

At first, each recitation of the scripture reduces one arm.

But after he recited it two or three times, each time he recited it, he would lose two pairs of arms, then three pairs, then four pairs...

As pairs of limbs continued to disappear, the twisted, hundred-armed general gradually began to look somewhat human.

The outer elixir, once transformed, released medicinal vapors that took the form of a tongue to replenish the king's magical power.

As time went on, the first layer of space began to shake.

The Hundred-Armed General now only had three heads and six arms.

At this moment, Wang Quan recited the scriptures again, and the general with three heads and six arms was no longer missing an arm; instead, his body began to shrink.

He bowed again to thank the king, saying, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving me from this sea of ​​suffering!"

Wang Quan recited the sutra for saving people once more, and the three-headed, six-armed general shrunk to the size of a child.

"Were you a human before?"

The three-headed, six-armed general sighed, "I was the ninth border general of the Great Yan Empire. Later, I fought against the enemy and unfortunately died in battle."

"Then they buried me here, and also buried many of my soldiers here."

"When I woke up, I found that I, my soldiers, and the ordinary people I used to protect had all become strange."

"I still have a little bit of wisdom."

"But they only have memories of the past; they have no self-awareness."

"All they know is cannibalism."

"Today you save me, and they too will turn to ashes!"

Wang Quan suddenly realized: "I see!"

The three-headed, six-armed general bowed to Wang Quan again to express his gratitude, and finally said, "My benefactor saved me, and I have no way to repay him, so I will pass on the extraordinary skills I learned in the past to him!"

As he spoke, he wrote over a hundred Taoist characters in mid-air.

Wang Quan looked on in astonishment.

Because the content recorded in this text is quite strange.

It was unlike any kind of magic or fundamental law he knew.

"This spell..."

At this moment, the three-headed, six-armed general pleaded, "Please, benefactor, continue reciting the scriptures and let me disappear."

"I don't want to be imprisoned in this place in a daze anymore."

Wang Quan had no time to ponder the so-called extraordinary arts taught by the other party, and instead continued reciting the sutra for saving people.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

Once...

Three times...

Five times...

The general with three heads and six arms transformed into an infant and then gradually dissipated.

As the general disappeared, the next second, Wang Quan felt the surrounding space tremble, and then he appeared in the hall.

at this time:

He saw that the hall was densely packed with Yin Spirit cultivators.

There were even over a hundred cultivators who descended in their true forms.

At this moment, everyone stared at him in astonishment.

Wang Quan looked down and found himself enveloped in a hazy purple aura.

What's wrong with me?

Before he could figure it out, the hall suddenly cracked open, like a blooming flower bud.

Walls bearing Taoist scriptures spread out in all directions, transforming into the ground.

The next second, everyone saw illusory high-rise buildings rising from the ground.

"This is the dormitory complex corresponding to the lower house!"

A spirit of the underworld exclaimed excitedly, "The great tomb has vanished!"

"The Lower House outpost has finally gained a new building; the Lower House is now safer!"

Numerous spirits of the underworld soared into the air, hovering excitedly.

As the king's thoughts flowed, the spirits of the underworld also rose into the air to witness the birth of this building.

However, as soon as he took to the air, he noticed that many Yin spirits and many cultivators in their true forms were staring straight at him.

Then he noticed that purple energy was descending from his body.

The purple aura, like tongues of fire, descended upon some Yin spirits and cultivators of the true form.

Some people received flames that were thick and large, like a main beam; others received flames that were thin and small, like a toothpick.

Two-thirds of the flames shot through the air, their destination unknown.

At this moment, everyone was bewildered.

Even those who were cultivators in their true form were baffled.

"What is this?"

After their initial excitement, the people became quite alarmed and immediately pressed Wang Quan for answers.

Wang Quan shook his head: "After that general was converted and disappeared by me, I ended up with these things."

"Perhaps this is a gift from the Great General?"

"Or was it a gift from the great tomb?"

"Or...a gift from this second world?"

He was making wild guesses.

As a result, the group of cultivators in their true forms burst into laughter: "As expected, the legend is true!"

"As long as we can clear an anomaly in the second layer of the world, allowing the corresponding building in the current world to be fully reflected, we can gain benefits."

"These purple-like things are the good thing."

"Once your spirits return to their original forms, you will naturally understand."

These cultivators who possess the true essence are the group of people who have obtained the most purple gas, second only to the king.

While they were overjoyed, their eyes were filled with envy and jealousy when they looked at Wang Quan.

Because the purple aura emanating from Wang Quan was three or four times greater than that of the one with the most purple aura among them.

The one among them with the most purple aura has been working in this great tomb for over fifty years.

Wang Quan, a newcomer, had only been at the tomb for a few days.

His gains were three or four times greater than what they had gained in forty or fifty years of hard work.

That must have made them incredibly envious and jealous!

"I only regret that I don't have the luck to comprehend the sutra for saving people."

"I have mastered 20,000 volumes of Taoist scriptures, so why haven't I been able to comprehend the Scripture of Saving People?"

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and he secretly pondered: It's because you haven't mastered the [First-Rank Dao Seal]!