Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

This was not a simple explosion.

It was an explosion like the abyss.

This is not alarmist, nor is it an analogy, nor is it an intertextuality.

This is the real "abyss".

At first, people thought it was just an ordinary toilet explosion, at most it was a little larger in scope, involved a wider range, and the explosion was a little stronger.

We are all adults, has anyone ever thought of lighting a firecracker in the toilet?
Facing the overwhelming yellow-brown filth, the people of Shura City, who seemed to be shrouded by the Milky Way, were not anxious or panicked. They had also experienced many storms, and this was just an unusual explosion. Can't I just use my spiritual energy to resist it?
Except for those unlucky people who were killed directly by the explosion, most people were calmly defending themselves in fear. It was just a continuous sea of ​​shit and snow. As long as they could resist it with their spiritual energy, what would it matter?
How can this be?!
Almost in an instant, the entire Shura City was filled with spiritual energy barriers. Everyone let go of their hatred and fought against the vast stars that were about to fall to the ground.

The waves hit the beach, creating a wave.

The overwhelming horrible smell instantly shocked these people, and they almost couldn't continue to maintain their spiritual energy barrier. But they quickly calmed down and began to maintain the spiritual energy barrier on their bodies, because once this thing was broken, their status in Shura City would be even worse than that of a dog.

Ha, that's all.

Tang Yugong stood with his hands behind his back. He was not pure, nor had he lost his sense of taste and hearing. At the moment the pool exploded, Tang Yugong had already realized that a "little mouse" had sneaked into the city and was doing something unfriendly.

But he didn't care.

Blowing up shit... a low-level and despicable method.

Tang Yugong secretly spat in his heart, and he looked down upon this sewer rat even more. If it were in reality, such an act of exploding shit might really cause a riot, allowing the other party to take advantage of the chaos and sneak in.

But this is Shura City, and there are people in Shura City who eat raw large intestine sashimi. Even if they feel disgusted by these filthy things, these evil people who live in fear outside will abandon their instincts and defend against these filthy things at the first time.

Humph.

With a fierce light flashing in his eyes, Tang Yugong felt the package area still under his control, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

You want to rebel against me this way?
You, the Tang Sect, are really ridiculous.

For some reason, Tang Yugong felt happy. He had never expected that the Tang Clan, which was once high and mighty and regarded itself as righteous, would now resort to such despicable and dirty means.

Under oppression, you will also become like this devil...

With his mouth curled up and his eyes sharp, Tang Yugong felt extremely happy at this moment. But he would not let those remnants of the Tang Sect run around at will. He turned around and said in a deep voice:

"Spring breeze and autumn rain, go and crush those bugs to death."

"Yes."

The two men in black lowered their heads, responded, and then disappeared into the darkness.

There are still remnants of the Tang Clan alive here. How could it be so disadvantageous to use rumors to get things done?

Just as Tang Yugong was thinking, the ashes hidden in the shadow began to burn.

"gross."

Looking at the sea of ​​snow on the ground, the man frowned, pinched his nose and said, "Which beast has blown up shit again? Don't you know that killing someone here can be punished by death?"

"Who knows."

The tea stand owner nearby handed over a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Fortunately, our threshold is high, so we can't let these filthy things pollute our guests."

The man glanced at the relatively clear tea, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think I'm a newcomer? Give me muddy tea?"

"Oh, you should have said so earlier."

The tea shop owner slapped his head, quickly brought a cup of new tea from the side, and offered it to the man in front of him, "You drink it."

"If your threshold wasn't a little higher, I would have kicked you to death."

With a cold face, he took the tea in front of him, sniffed it and drank it all. The tea shop owner blinked, wiped the blood on his forehead, and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I really made a mistake today."

Standing up and glancing at his bloody wrist, the man frowned and said in a deep voice: "Boss, why are there mosquitoes here? They bit me and my hand is covered in blood."

The tea shop owner was stunned for a moment. He scratched his brain, which was corroded by the yellow paint and had some brain matter on his hands. After a brief thought, he said hesitantly:

"Maybe... you saw it wrong."

"I read it wrong?"

After taking out his right eyeball, the man's empty eyes were filled with blood. He looked at his eyeball and muttered strangely:

"No, it's very complete..."

On both sides of the street, people began to talk quietly. Some people started talking to the people around them about who had caused the explosion, while others noticed that the paint on the other person was brighter than their own.

Blue, red, yellow.

It is best used for painting scrolls.

Looking at himself, the butcher's eyes were filled with increasing doubt. He found that his bones were not white enough to be considered top-quality white pigment, but he himself was clearly very white.

No, there must be some blank spots.

The butcher thought about it. He had killed many people before. After killing them, the butcher would skin them and pull out their tendons.

Yes, white meat! People have white meat!
The butcher fell to the ground with a bang, but his face was full of excitement. He pulled out the saw blade used to kill people from under the chopping board, and the barb pierced his forearm, bringing out a blur of blood and flesh. He stared at the white under the blade, his eyes full of excitement.

Yes! It’s this white color.

This white with a slight sheen is perfect for coloring!

A sneaky man walked out of the grocery store, sniffing the paint around him greedily. He looked at the golden gold in front of him with surprise in his eyes.

Step by step, he walked into the gold.

Step by step, he died in gold.

Looking at the sneaky man who was choked to death by the yellow liquid that did not even reach his ankles, the tea shop owner nearby became more and more confused.

Why is this painting so... abrupt?

"What do you think?"

He looked at the dazed scarred man and asked, "Is there something wrong with our painting?"

"Yes."

Looking at the tea shop owner, Scarface thought for a moment and nodded, "It's indeed not right."

The two looked at each other and said in unison:
"We shouldn't be in the painting!"

As if they had found the truth of the world, the two hugged each other and cried.

And on the streets, everyone was hugging each other and crying.

Some of them tightly grasped a blackened leg bone, others crushed their hearts and hugged each other tightly, they were joyful, shouting, and then...
The neck was broken in silence.

There was a crisp, heavy sound, like a paintbrush being put back into its box.

The painter was very satisfied. (End of this chapter)