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

Inside the main hall of No. 96, Area A, a group of cultivators looked grim.

So many people, working together to remotely assassinate the king.

As a result, they didn't kill anyone, and the other party broke their spell in just a few dozen breaths.

Now, the other party is even asking them if they've run out of options?

What are we supposed to do?

The next breath, they saw a large circle appear in front of the stick figure on the scroll.

Many orthodox cultivators and new cultivators with insufficient foundation looked bewildered.

However, the expressions of the more experienced cultivators changed slightly; they immediately realized something:

"How arrogant!"

"After breaking the spatial blockade, instead of fleeing, he immediately launched a counterattack on the spot?"

"How can he be so confident?"

These experienced cultivators had all concealed themselves with smoke and activated magical artifacts when Wang Quan used the tracing technique.

When they saw Wang Quan retaliate on the spot, they realized that something was wrong.

The dwarf monk snapped his fingers, and a candle flame appeared: "Gentlemen, I have guests at my home. I need to go back and greet them."

Before anyone else could react, he leaped into the air, shrinking in size while the candle flame grew larger.

In the blink of an eye, the candlelight completely engulfed the dwarf cultivator, then transformed into a streak of fire and vanished in an instant.

A cultivator spat out a mouthful of water, which engulfed him and transformed into a streak of blue light as he sped away: "Everyone, I still have to work to earn money, so I'll be going now!"

One cultivator waved his hand, grabbed a gust of wind, and without saying a word, used a wind escape technique to leave.

In just two breaths, more than a dozen orthodox cultivators vanished without a trace.

The remaining cultivators were stunned:

What's going on?

Why did they all suddenly run away?

At this moment, the female cultivator who was in charge of this aerial attack saw the stick figure representing the Yin God of Kingship reappear on the scroll. Her expression changed slightly, and she screamed, "The Flower-Scattering Taoist is about to cast a spell here!"

"....careful!"

Upon hearing this, some quick-thinking cultivators immediately activated their defensive runes and magical artifacts, and some even prepared to flee.

The cultivators who reacted more slowly had barely realized what was happening when they saw thirty or forty bolts of Yin lightning suddenly appear in the sky above.

These dark thunderbolts spun around erratically.

One cultivator sneered, "I also have smoke and clouds to deal with thunder and fire!"

The cultivator opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of smoke, attempting to carry the thunder and fire.

As a result, just as the smoke and clouds rose, a bolt of lightning struck from above.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bolts of lightning and fire exploded, and the hazy moonlight poured down.

Some of the moonlight was blocked by the smoke and clouds, but more moonlight spilled into the hall.

Bathed in moonlight, everyone felt a sense of disorientation.

Those who practice sexual cultivation are confused and disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west.

The cultivators of the [Life Cultivation] realm were further trapped in illusions, either laughing foolishly or running around attacking haphazardly.

On the mountain, the Yin God of Kings chanted incantations, visualized the faces of everyone in the hall, and used his spells to seduce them.

After releasing twenty or thirty [Illusory Moon Yin Lightning] bolts, his main body then unleashed over a hundred more Frost and Taiyin Yin Lightning bolts in one go.

He feared that the enemy might have smoke and clouds obstructing the Yin Thunder, so the moment these thunderbolts descended from the sky, they exploded directly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of lightning bolts exploded, and the power of Yin and ice swept wildly.

Although these lightning bolts exploded at high altitudes, there were numerous of them, and they were all perfect versions of lightning bolts.

At this moment, an explosion also blasted more than a dozen new cultivators to death.

The female cultivator screamed, pointing at the scroll and unleashing over three hundred streams of magical power in one breath.

The next second, the scroll rose into the air and lay horizontally above, like the sky.

at the same time:

The subsequent thunder and fire, along with paper maids, descended upon the king, but all of them fell into the painting and were transformed into ink paintings without causing any ripples.

A legitimate cultivator activated his magic and chanted scriptures, forcefully waking everyone from the illusion.

At this moment, many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

Several newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators looked grim: "How dare the Flower-Scattering Daoist be so arrogant?"

As they spoke, they looked at the orthodox cultivator using the Fixed Light Mirror spell: "Friend, which mountain is that Flower-Scattering Taoist on? Let's go there and kill his true form directly."

The orthodox cultivator shook his head: "Do you have any means to counter escape techniques? If not, you're just throwing your lives away!"

Several newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators sneered: "We are Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Just face him, and a few spells will be enough to kill him."

The orthodox cultivator shook his head: "You just said you'd kill him in one strike, but you still failed?"

The newly established Foundation Establishment cultivators blushed: "His paper doll clones were so lifelike, we couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake!"

At this moment, the nun shrieked, "Now is not the time to chat!"

"You're attacking him from afar again."

"I don't know what kind of drugs he's on, but he keeps throwing lightning bolts at us; he's thrown at us at least a thousand so far."

"My landscape paintings are about to give way."

The expressions of many cultivators changed slightly.

A single bolt of lightning requires a burst of magical power to even begin.

How long has Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist, been practicing magic? How can he possess over a thousand magical powers?

A legitimate cultivator's eyes were icy: "You attack him from across the void, I'll use the [Nightmare Victory Technique] to finish him off."

The Nightmare Victory Technique has over a thousand branches.

Each type of Nightmare Spell has a different casting method, and its effects and countermeasures are also different.

But without exception:

The lower the version of [Nightmare Victory], the greater the backlash it will suffer after failure.

There are even special [Nightmare Victory Techniques] that require paying a huge price to use.

Under normal circumstances, it is rare for a cultivator to use the Nightmare Victory Technique to kill another cultivator of the same realm.

But now, they can't care about that anymore.

because:

The royal power's series of counterattacks alarmed them.

The king easily neutralized their many spells and then used them to suppress them.

If they don't make a move soon, tomorrow all the cultivators will probably know that so many of them have been suppressed and ravaged by the royal power.

At that time... not only will they lose face, but the new law will lose face even more.

Whoosh!

Other cultivators of the new methods, as well as orthodox cultivators who are too deeply involved with the new methods, are preparing to once again cross the void to strike at the royal authority.

However, just as they were about to strike, a new cultivator suddenly screamed in agony, and in the next breath, blood flowed from his seven orifices as he collapsed to the ground.

"Nightmare Victory Technique!"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

"He's busy unleashing Yin Lightning, how does he have time to cast Nightmare Spells?"

The female nun gritted her teeth: "His Yin spirit used the Nightmare Spell."

The crowd's expressions grew even more grim.

Because ordinary spirits, even if they can walk around at night, cannot use magic.

Those who can use Yin spirits to unleash spells are all people with powerful foundations.

At this moment, the cultivator who had just summoned the wind chanted incantations, patted the treasure pouch at his waist, and a cloud of black clouds flew out from it.

The dark cloud sprouted ribbons that wrapped around the wrists of the cultivators: "My spell can block the detection of the Nightmare Victory Technique once!"

As they spoke, the black ribbon on the wrist of a new cultivator exploded, black clouds churned, and a mournful wail was heard.

The newly initiated cultivator, now without the black ribbon on his wrist, shrieked, "Fellow Daoist, give me another ribbon!"

The Wind-Summoning cultivator shook his head: "My spell can only block once!"

Take good care of yourself!

The new monk screamed and turned to run away.

In just a breath, he suddenly screamed in agony as he ran, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and he died.

The other cultivators looked grim and all wanted to run away.

As a result, the ribbon on her wrist became tangled and wouldn't let go.

"Let me go!"

The Wind-Summoning Monk shook his head: "If everyone scatters, they'll die even faster!"

One of the monks gritted his teeth: "Are you trying to make us scapegoats?"

The Wind-Calling Cultivator remained silent, only glancing at his companion who was casting the Nightmare Victory Technique.

This fellow straightened the incense table, then took out a basket of eggs and placed them on it. He then grabbed a handful of sandalwood incense, lit it, visualized the king's face, and spat out blood and magical power onto the eggs.