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

The entrance to the cafeteria was completely silent.

Many Yin spirits looked at Wang Quan with strange expressions.

Those who didn't witness what happened last night were especially horrified and curious.

"How did he do that?"

"Aren't these evils immortal?"

"Wouldn't it take thousands, even thousands of years to completely kill them?"

"Could it be that some powerful figure has been killing these guys thousands of years before us?"

The cultivator who had descended to his true form glanced disdainfully at these Yin spirits: "Shut up!"

"Do not disturb Brother Durenjing!"

Many of the Yin spirits were astonished.

How does a cultivator who descends in this physical form protect this Yin spirit? He even addresses it as "fellow Daoist"?

Who is this person?

Could he be a member of some powerful force? A descendant of a prominent family?

At this moment, Wang Quan once again opened the left door, preparing to recite the sutra for saving people.

On the door, a demonic mask with a blue face and fangs conjured two hands, repeatedly bowing and pleading, "Master, spare my life!"

"I'm just a doorman!"

"This cafeteria has nothing to do with me!"

"Don't kill me!"

Wang Quan smiled: "I won't kill you, I'll only help you cross over!"

As he spoke, he recited the sutra for saving people.

The masked man roared, "You're treating human life like dirt!"

"You'll die a horrible death!"

"You... oh... it hurts so much!"

Once...

Three times...

Five times...

The ghost mask turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared completely.

With one rotation of the external elixir, the magical power was fully replenished.

"Walk!"

Wang Quan descended upon the cultivators in his true form and stepped into the dining hall.

The other spirits wanted to go in, but the next second, Wang Quan closed the door.

When the group of Yin spirits pushed the door open again, they found the canteen brightly lit, with tables of delicious food neatly arranged. Many canteen staff were staring at them, but Wang Quan and the original cultivator were nowhere to be seen.

"Dear guests, it's time to eat!"

"Would you like to eat steamed buns? Or pig's trotters? Or monkey brains?"

Many Yin Spirit cultivators saw that pig's trotters resembled human hands, monkey brains resembled human brains, and as for steamed buns...

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Spatial changes:

When Wang Quan and the cultivator in their true form looked at the dining hall adorned with green lanterns and the numerous delicacies on the tables, accompanied by singing and dancing, they felt only a sense of strangeness and absurdity.

He saw:

The white steamed buns grew hands and feet, picked up flatbreads and chopsticks, and began to fight with the cornbread.

Seeing the pigs carrying plates with steaming geese sitting on them, running around on the ground.

I saw the Nine-Turned Intestines and the Snake Soup locked together.

Seeing the apples and peaches, they were picking thorns from the dragon fruit, making the dragon fruit writhe in pain all over the plate.

A potato riding a fried dough stick saw Wang Quan and the cultivator in his true form, paused for a moment, and then screamed, "Human!"

"It's a living, breathing person!"

"They're coming to eat us!"

A scream rang out, and the bustling cafeteria fell silent instantly.

pat!

The chopsticks in Mantou's hand fell to the ground.

The next second, a roast chicken came charging over and slapped the potato on the head: "Idiot, we're evil now, we're the ones who eat people, who would dare eat us?"

As it spoke, the roast chicken flapped its wings and cried out, "Brothers, eat them!"

The many wicked delicacies paused for a moment, then raised their arms and shouted, "Eat them!"

"Eat them!"

Wang Quan sneered and rubbed his hands together:

The next second, a Taiyin lightning bolt appeared, then dragged a pale red light and landed on the head of the roast chicken.

boom!

Thunder roared, and lightning and fire swept across an area of ​​seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters), sending all the belligerent and evil delicacies flying.

This roast chicken was belching out black smoke.

The cultivator pointed a finger and said, "Freeze!"

The next second, the roast chicken remained motionless.

Then, the cultivator flicked his finger, and the evil roast chicken landed directly in front of Wang Quan.

Wang Quan lowered his head and smiled: "Before you eat me, I'll save you first!"

Bilibili!

Girgh!

Under the eerie gaze of numerous wicked delicacies, the king recited the sutra of salvation.

The sutra for saving people was played.

Although not specifically targeting many wicked delicacies, they are still chilling.

Some plates sprouted legs and trembled under the table.

The next second, those tables and chairs carefully moved their four legs and kept moving away into the distance.

Numerous wicked delicacies leap onto the plate, frantically urging it to escape.

However, the plates trembled and simply grabbed pots and pans, slamming them over their own heads.

Once...

Three times...

Five times...

The evil roast chicken vanished in a wisp of smoke.

Wang Quan's expression was solemn.

The cultivator standing nearby warily surveyed his surroundings: "This dining hall is far more terrifying than the Great Tomb."

The dishes here cost at least seven or eight thousand, if not tens of thousands.

If you add tables, chairs, pots and pans, and even the things stored in the kitchen, the quantity is even more terrifying.

It takes five recitations of the Sutra of Salvation to cleanse even a simple canteen of evil, which is far more powerful than the evil in the great tomb.

"Brother Dao, how about we change buildings?" the cultivator asked worriedly.

Wang Quan pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There's no need!"

"Since this cafeteria is so evil, the benefits would be immense if we could completely eradicate it!"

The cultivator nodded.

After clearing the tomb, the second layer of the world rewarded him based on his past contributions, allowing him to take a big step towards Foundation Establishment.

If we can handle this place, the rewards from the second layer of the world will definitely be much greater.

"But... how long will it take to clean like this?"

Wang Quan smiled and said, "No rush, take your time!"

As he spoke, he replenished his magic power and then set his sights on a bowl.

Just as he was about to continue reciting the sutra for saving people, footsteps sounded.

Wang Quan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a large, fat man weighing three or four hundred pounds swaying over, carrying an iron pot and a spoon: "Human, don't go too far."

"We haven't offended you, why are you so determined to kill us all?"

The cultivator in his true form trembled slightly: "This guy feels similar to the general in the great tomb."

"Once the fighting starts, you must leave this place immediately!"

Wang Quan nodded and smiled: "I'm not trying to wipe you out, but to help you."

The fat man grinned maliciously, about to retort.

Wang Quan continued, "You know the general in the great tomb, right?"

"After he learned that I had mastered the art of saving people, he took the initiative to go to me and beg me to save him."

Upon hearing this, the fat man fell silent.

Wang Quan smiled and continued, "I don't know what your true nature is, but I believe that you humanoid evils still retain some memories and thoughts from your previous lives."

"You didn't actually want things to turn out this way!"

"Is it right?"

"Now, I'll help you!"

"You should thank me, not oppose me, much less speak ill of me."

A big fat guy.....

Wang Quan continued, "I have come with sincerity and kindness."

"You need to understand and agree!"

The fat man suddenly laughed: "You're a very interesting cultivator!"

"General of the Great Tomb, are we really begging for your help?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right, I have no reason to lie to you!"

The fat man was silent for a moment: "You're lying to me. I didn't know anything about it either."

Royal power...

"Friend, you can find an enemy of similar strength to yourself; when you fight, I will arrange for someone to help you suppress him and then convert him."

"After he has been converted to a certain extent, he should regain his original consciousness."

"At that time, he will take the initiative to ask me to convert him."

The fat man shook his head: "In this place, only the Great Tomb General and I still have some memories of our past lives; the other living beings... have no memories at all."