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

On the mountain:

Wang Quan fully activated the "Bright Moon Illuminates Me" technique, gathering moonlight to refine his magic.

A white jade plate hangs high, accompanied by the moon phase, with wisps of incense smoke drawing the moonlight down, which then transforms into countless strands of magical power falling into the inner landscape.

Five thousand strands...

One...

Two.....

His magical power increased with each passing moment, giving him greater confidence.

Suddenly, his spirit felt uneasy.

Wang Quan: "Hmm?"

At this moment, his Yin spirit was undergoing wave after wave of temptations to transform, so why did he suddenly feel uneasy?

A thought struck him, and the Yin spirit emerged from the inner realm.

However, the Yin spirit did not enter the second world, but remained in the present world to look around.

The world as seen by the spirit is the same as what the naked eye sees, only the spirit sees further, more clearly, and is more sensitive.

The Yin spirit looked around and finally looked up at the sky.

The unease came from the sky.

"Is the sky about to fall?"

The king was suspicious.

Not long after, the mountain wind suddenly grew stronger, sweeping through and specifically targeting his spirit.

The mountain breeze even seeped into his pores and penetrated his inner world.

Something's not right with this wind; there's something wrong.

At that moment, Wang Quan instantly understood: the sky wasn't about to fall.

Instead, someone was trying to kill him remotely.

"So this is what it feels like to be attacked remotely."

"Interesting. A few days ago I killed Qin Feng remotely, and today I'm being attacked and killed remotely?"

"Qin Feng's accomplices have gone so far as to retaliate against me?"

"Or are other cultivators trying to use me as 'material'?"

A few months ago, he would have used the "Moonlight Escape" technique to run away without saying a word.

However, now that he possessed hundreds of magical powers and had many other resources such as substitute paper dolls, he became bolder and no longer wanted to run away.

"Then let me see who wants to kill me!"

His thoughts raced, and his Yin spirit cast a spell called "Tracing Technique".

This spell is specifically designed to track attacks from a distance. The more magic power you have, the farther the distance you can trace and the more detailed the information.

The Yin spirit spoke, reciting dozens of Taoist incantations, and within a few breaths, a mirror appeared.

This mirror reflects the winds blowing from all directions and then traces their origin.

When he patted the box, many pieces of paper flew out and landed in all directions.

boom! boom! boom!

A burst of blue smoke appeared, and graceful palace maids emerged from it.

They either held up canopies to shield themselves from the fierce wind, or drew their bows and arrows to survey the surroundings, or carried shields on guard.

The wind blew on them, making the canopy sway and creating holes in their bodies.

On the contrary, the Yin spirit, because it is solid and protected by the Yang spirit, is not bothered by the many storms.

At the same time, a cloud of dust billowed from the back of Wang Quan's head.

The smoke and dust swirled around, creating a hazy atmosphere that blocked the strong winds from penetrating our pores.

Another plume of dust flew out and landed at his feet, blocking the cold wind from seeping into the soles of his feet.

at this time:

The mirror formed by the tracing technique devoured streams of magical power, and numerous images continuously appeared on it, tracing the source of the raging wind.

One breath...

Seven or eight breaths...

A dozen or so breaths...

Crash!

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell.

The paper palace maids were terrified.

They don't care about ordinary rain; they can even take the opportunity to take a bath.

However, this rainwater contained more than a dozen kinds of corrosive and curse-inducing substances, which only made the paper palace maids limp and soaking wet.

Wang Quan sneered: "A storm is sweeping in at the same time? Looks like you've studied me!"

In an instant, he realized that this attack was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a premeditated one.

At that moment, a scene was fixed in the mirror created by the retrospective technique:

The scene depicts a landscape painting, an incense table, several cultivators summoning wind and rain, and others preparing spells.

However, among the many cultivators, one-third of them were either shrouded in smoke or enveloped in light, making it impossible to see their faces.

He specifically memorized the faces of the monks he could clearly see.

"We've found you!"

The Yin spirit dispersed from the mirror formed by the [Tracing Technique] and instead used its methods to break the spatial blockade.

At the same time, the king himself slapped the box, and dozens of paper figures fell around him.

The next second, the green smoke exploded, and one after another, boys who looked exactly like him appeared.

These young men, carrying oil-paper umbrellas and covered in soot, ran in all directions.

His main body, also holding an umbrella, began to run, while secretly unleashing a [Moonlight Escape], attempting to escape into the distance.

As a result, the [Moonlight Escape] technique flickered, preventing it from escaping far.

"Sealing off the space?"

"Excellent tactic!"

Wang Quan frowned.

The opponent gained the initiative and blocked the space, rendering the escape technique ineffective.

He has seven or eight spells that can break the spatial blockade, but they all take time.

But now... there's not enough time.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Dozens of spells appeared out of thin air and then rained down all at once:

Lightning, fireballs, ice spears, giant hands, and other spells rained down, striking the numerous paper figures of the King.

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, the paper dolls of royalty exploded and vanished into thin air.

Then a large blue hand descended from the sky and struck his body.

Five plumes of dust shot out from behind Wang Quan's head. The dust was thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top, and in the air it transformed into a giant hand that collided with the blue giant hand.

boom!

Both large hands vanished simultaneously.

at this time:

The female cultivator in Compound 96 exclaimed joyfully, "We've found his true form!"

The next second, she casually waved her hand, throwing out dozens of borrowed lightning bolts all at once: "You used lightning bolts to bomb Qin Feng, today I'll use lightning bolts to bomb you to death!"

These lightning bolts are all physical entities, and their power is at least one-third stronger than the lightning bolts that temporarily erupt when you rub your hands together.

Dozens of lightning bolts tumbled down from the scroll, obliterating the royal power.

"Fellow Daoists, please unleash your magic and annihilate this fiend!"

The few orthodox cultivators who had promised to cast a spell to support him remained expressionless; they were already regretting their actions and did not want to intervene.

Because, just now, they discovered that the monarchy had been traced back to this position amidst a series of sudden blows.

This also indicates that the king possessed a great deal of magic and had even more magical power.

Otherwise, there would be absolutely no way to trace it back.

The smarter ones immediately used spells and magical artifacts to conceal their forms; while the orthodox cultivators and new cultivators with insufficient foundations were completely unaware and naturally did not take any precautions.

They felt that the royal power was strong and not to be trifled with.

However, since he had just agreed to cast the spell, he had no choice but to cast a spell to strike from a distance.

These orthodox monks were either forming hand seals and chanting scriptures, or performing strange rituals with their heads down and feet up.

In just a few breaths, they each released a spell that fell into the painting, aiming to kill Wang Quan.

On the mountain:

After Wang Quan crushed the blue hand, dozens of bolts of lightning descended from the sky.

"Hehe... Luckily I was prepared!"

As his thoughts raced, dozens of plumes of smoke shot into the sky, directly engulfing the lightning and fire.

The lightning bolts rolled and tumbled in the smoke and dust, as if about to explode.

As a result, the smoke and dust seeped into the cracks and fissures on the lightning, causing damage.

boom! boom! boom!

Dozens of lightning bolts emitted a plume of black smoke, turned to ashes, and were then completely swallowed up by the smoke and dust.

Just as he extinguished dozens of lightning bolts, several more spells descended from the sky.

The spells, whether hurricanes, flames, or torrents, swept in all at once.

Wang Quan rubbed his hands together, and dozens of [Taiyin Yin Thunder] rose into the air, colliding with various spells.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst a series of booming sounds, many spells collapsed and dissipated.

At the same time, under the protection of many paper palace maids, the Yin God also successfully cast a spell called "Hundred Boats Racing".

This spell is specifically designed to break spatial blockades.

call!call!call!

The Yin God spewed out more than a hundred streams of magical power, which swept up the wind and rain, transforming into more than a hundred small boats that rushed and roared in all directions.

More than a hundred paper palace maids landed on the small boat, holding up oil-paper umbrellas to prevent the spell from being broken.

call out!call out!call out!

Hundreds of small boats raced about, distorting the air and turning the wind and rain into a thick, swirling fog.

In the blink of an eye, a sound like shattering glass rang out:

Click!

Whoosh!

As the thoughts of royal power shifted, the Yin spirit returned to its inner realm.

He laughed loudly, "Gentlemen, your methods are nothing special!"

"Are there any other methods you'd like to use to show me?"