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

call out!

An egg flew into the air, landed, and exploded, releasing plumes of yellow smoke.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a person dressed as a martial artist appeared.

But the man's face was none other than Wang Quan's.

The cultivator who cast the Nightmare Spell pulled a bow from his treasure pouch.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow;

boom!

An arrow was aimed at the heart of the warrior whose face was fixed on the king.

boom!

The martial artist's chest exploded, he fell to the ground, and died.

"The Flower-Scattering Taoist is dead?" one of the cultivators exclaimed excitedly.

The Nightmare Victory Technique cultivator shook his head: "Probably not!"

"My Nightmare Victory Technique isn't a high-level version; although it won't kill him, it should severely injure him!"

"Once I shoot one more, I'm sure I can kill him."

As he spoke, he threw another egg.

The egg exploded, revealing a new martial kingship within.

Then, the arrow whistled through the air and pierced the heart.

"He should be dead this time!"

The female nun supporting the landscape painting shook her head: "No, he also threw in Yin lightning!"

As they were speaking, the black ribbon on one of the cultivators' wrists exploded.

With the next breath, he bled from all seven orifices and died.

"Not only is he not dead, but he's still using Nightmare Spells against us?"

The other cultivators looked grim, all turning their gazes toward the cultivator who had cast the Nightmare Victory Technique.

The cultivator frowned: "Could it be that he has woven a Yin Spirit Robe?"

The Yin God Robe is worn by Yin Gods and is specifically designed to resist magical attacks such as Nightmare Spells and Curses.

"I'll try again!"

The monk grabbed three or five eggs and threw them down.

boom! boom! boom!

Three or five warriors with royal faces had just appeared when the cultivator shot them dead with an arrow.

"Is he dead?"

boom!

A newly initiated Buddhist practitioner fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Okay, no need to ask anymore, the king is still alive.

The cultivator using the Nightmare Victory Technique looked grim.

He overturned the flower basket, dozens of eggs fell out, and dozens of martial arts masters appeared.

He drew his bow and arrow, and fired a volley of arrows:

boom! boom! boom!

One by one, martial arts masters and kings died.

"Is he dead?" The Nightmare Spell cultivator, sweating profusely, looked at the landscape painting female cultivator.

The female cultivator, who had been painting landscapes, swallowed a handful of secret medicine and gasped for breath, "No more Yin Lightning being thrown!"

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, everyone felt much more relaxed, and one cultivator even smiled, saying, "After we clean up the corpses, let's go to the Hehuan Pavilion to relax!"

Then, the cultivator using the fixed-light mirror exclaimed in a trembling voice, "He's still alive!"

"I can lock onto him."

"He and his spirit have now returned to the Lower House."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

Oops!

Lord Wang Quan, who throws flowers, possesses the art of escape, can kill from a distance, and also knows the art of nightmare.

If we can't eradicate the problem completely in one go, it could become a real problem.

"He must have exhausted his magic power or been severely injured by the Nightmare Spell, which is why he fled back to the Lower Temple in such a panic."

"But... now that he's in the Lower House, our offensive spells won't be able to hurt him."

"What if he recovers from his injuries and suddenly jumps out to ambush us?"

Everyone panicked and didn't know what to do.

At this moment, some cultivators muttered, "Actually, Qin Feng is dead, so what? Why bother avenging him?"

"If his clique won't stand up for him, why should we?"

"Now we're being watched too, what bad luck!"

One of the cultivators nodded: "Yes, if their little group doesn't care, we shouldn't either."

The female cultivator, who was painting landscapes, looked displeased: "Shut up!"

"His clique is full of opportunists and weaklings."

"As the strong, we have a duty to avenge the members of the group below!"

"you....."

Before she could finish speaking, the cultivator who had been staring intently at Wang Quan with his fixed-lens glasses exclaimed in astonishment, "The Flower-Scattering Daoist has left the lower courtyard!"

"He's gone back to the mountain he started on!"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

Why didn't you hide in the lower house and avoid the limelight? Why did you suddenly come out again?

The female cultivator, who was painting landscapes, suddenly realized something, her face turning grim: "He's trying to kill us!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly.

Whoosh!

The female cultivator unfurled the landscape painting again and shouted, "Keep locking onto him! Unleash spells and magical artifacts! Throw out all the talismans! Kill him!"

"【Life Cultivator】Don't just stand there, go find his true form and kill him!"

However, in the next breath, a jade pendant on the cultivator who used the Nightmare Victory Technique suddenly shattered.

He was stunned for a moment.

The next breath, blood suddenly flowed from his seven orifices, and he screamed, "He killed me once with the Nightmare Spell!"

"Does anyone have eggs? Give me some eggs!"

Panic ensued: "There are no eggs!"

A male cultivator suddenly said, "I've raised a few hen spirits; let's see if they've laid any eggs!"

As he spoke, he opened his treasure pouch and took out two hen spirits.

"Sorry, they didn't lay any eggs!"

The Nightmare Spell cultivator grabbed the hen and fed it a spirit pill.

The two monstrous hens struggled in terror: "You bad man, what did you feed us sisters?"

Snapped!Snapped!

The Nightmare Spell cultivator slapped them hard across the face: "Shut up!"

"Start laying eggs!"

The two hens, with their clear, clever eyes, diligently laid eggs.

At the same time, the Nightmare Victory cultivator chanted scriptures and spat out mouthfuls of magical power onto the hen spirit.

The two spirits clucked and chirped for a while, and then laid two eggs.

The Nightmare Victory Technique cultivator was overjoyed and grabbed the eggs, ready to cast his spell.

He possesses magic that allows him to sacrifice an egg to die once, at a great cost.

As a result, just as he caught the egg, the king's curse struck again.

boom!

The cultivator who practiced the Nightmare Technique spat out three-foot-long arrows of blood from his seven orifices, then collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The female cultivator's expression changed slightly as she leaped into the landscape painting. Then, the painting soared through the air and headed straight for the lower courtyard.

As soon as the scroll flew a short distance, screams came from inside.

A large amount of ink fell from the landscape painting, as if an ink rain had fallen.

Finally, the painting wobbled and fell to the ground.

Whoosh!

The nun rolled out of the scroll and saw dozens of holes in it; her heart ached terribly.

"My treasure, which I've refined for over twenty years, is just going to be wasted like this?"

She broke down.

How many twenty-plus years does one have in a lifetime?

Can she forge another identical treasure?

At that moment, she regretted it: "I should have known better than to go and avenge Qin Feng."

"It's just that the new law loses some face, but so what?"

"The new law has already caused us a lot of embarrassment, so one more time won't make a difference."

"I still... acted impulsively!"

She staggered to her feet, looked around, and found herself standing inside the lower courtyard gate; she breathed a sigh of relief.

"We finally escaped."

She got up and walked toward the coffin section in the lower house; but for some reason, she walked in circles: "Go left, then go right."

"I'll find a coffin, lie down in it, rest for the night, and recover my strength, then..."

Pfft!

As she walked, the female monk, who was painting landscapes, felt her legs go weak and she fell to the ground.

She touched her body and found seven or eight bloody holes. Terrified, she screamed, "The lower house is killing people!"

"Is nobody going to take care of this?"

"Is there no rule left?"

call out!call out!

One after another, spirits of the underworld descended from nowhere, surrounding her and observing: "The opponent didn't make a move in the lower courtyard!"

"These injuries of yours were sustained outside the lower hospital!"

"We...don't care!"