The Secret Way of Immortality

The form of the Lycoris radiata presented in the eyes of Ren Qing's main body and his separated soul was completely different, making him feel a little horrified.

The Lycoris radiata from the main body's perspective, although bizarre, was at least a plant.

However, the separated soul saw the roots turning into flesh and blood tentacles, and the flower buds were like wombs nurturing infants, constantly dripping blood.

After a moment, the petals opened slightly.

The inexplicable smell became even stronger, enough to make people dizzy.

Immediately afterward, specks of spiritual light gathered, emerging from the ground and surging towards the Lycoris radiata field like a galaxy above.

Ren Qing's breathing became rapid, these spiritual lights did not seem like remnants of souls, but rather somewhat similar to the true essence secreted within the Heavenly Dao Worm.

Before he could figure out the situation, the Lycoris radiata began to absorb the residual souls stored in the ribs, and the flower buds became even more swollen.

The other jailers probably didn't know what was happening, but Ren Qing was different.

After all, the "Nightmare" was rumored to be a monster in the gap between reality and dreams.

With the blessing of spell abilities, the separated soul vaguely saw the essence through the petals.

The stamen was replaced by a deformed mouth, sharp teeth crushed the residual souls into pieces, and then under the action of spiritual light, there were changes again.

The fragments absorbed the spiritual light and re-transformed into more residual souls.

The Lycoris radiata seemed to be extracting the part of the soul that constituted intelligence, causing some flower buds to show a tendency to bloom.

Ren Qing swallowed, he finally remembered where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

He took out the 《Entering Divinity Art》 from the prison in his abdomen. Most of the contents recorded in the book involved souls, and spells only occupied a part.

The Lycoris radiata was very similar to the soul weapon mentioned in the Entering Divinity Art. Although there was no specific description, the form it showed was very similar.

Could it be that the one who is best at playing with souls is not the Beast Pen?

Immediately afterward, the Lycoris radiata bloomed.

The residual souls were discarded, and they actively gathered on the streets of An'nan Town.

Compared to last night's Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, the number tonight was at least 30% more, and some had even turned into beast ghosts.

Thinking about it, it makes sense, after all, the Lycoris radiata is increasing day by day, and the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts cannot be maintained at a level that jailers can easily deal with.

The Lycoris radiata drilled back into the soil, and Mu Yi's vines also returned to his body.

Mu Yi was obviously exhausted, and almost couldn't maintain his tree body, so he had to close his eyes and rest.

The town was still silent, and before the Water Gourd appeared, naturally no jailer dared to rashly attack.

However, Ren Qing could clearly feel that the jailers were all preparing themselves.

Yu Dachuan's Taoist temple was brightly lit, and several figures could be seen kneeling on the ground, receiving his blessing.

Hundreds of bats hung from the eaves.

The broken kite fluttered in the cold wind, but could not fly out of the town's range.

Ren Qing stomped his right foot on the ground, and the ghost shadow immediately understood and merged into the main body's flesh and blood, and then the bones made a colliding sound.

His body rose to more than two meters, and his muscles were tightly attached to the bones.

After the ghost shadow absorbed two ghosts, the Nether Energy could barely be used for battle. If it cooperated with the Immortal in the Mirror, it might have a miraculous effect.

Just then, Ren Qing turned his head, his expression becoming playful.

The Water Gourd hasn't even eaten meat yet, how dare any jailer offend him? Or did I set a bad example yesterday?

The window of a civilian house opened, and a slender proboscis stretched out.

The proboscis was somewhat like a mosquito, and the suction caused the surrounding trees to shake. Naturally, the residual souls could not avoid being sucked into it.

This person's concealment was far inferior to the ghost shadow.

Since Ren Qing could detect it, there was no way the Water Gourd, as a Yin Messenger realm, could be inferior to him.

Ren Qing couldn't help but mourn for this person.

When he looked up again, there was already a figure on the eaves of the house.

The Water Gourd let out a strange laugh, jumping into the courtyard as if no one else was there, his gloomy face full of murderous intent.

He directly smashed the window, his arm holding the neck of the jailer inside the house.

The half-human, half-mosquito jailer tried to spread his wings and escape, but was firmly bound, and could only let out a begging voice from between his teeth.

"Lord..."

The Water Gourd actually noticed Ren Qing's actions last night, but before he could take action, the other party had already retreated in time.

The Water Gourd was afraid of the three Yin Messenger realms behind Ren Qing, so he did not pursue the matter.

But who do you think you are?

His arm became more and more forceful, and the mosquito man's neck twisted ninety degrees.

The flesh and blood gourd behind him greedily opened its chrysanthemum-like mouth, its tongue groping on the mosquito man's head, and then swallowed it whole.

The Water Gourd wiped the blood from his hands, then came to the center of the town and snorted coldly, his tone full of warning.

The flesh and blood gourd cracked open its chrysanthemum-like mouth, and suction was generated out of thin air.

When the Water Gourd collected the residual souls, he deliberately took more than he did last night, making the gunpowder between the jailers even more intense.

After he was done, he chose to leave.

In the corner of the street, a large opossum gradually returned to its human form, hiding in the shadows and secretly observing the situation.

In Zhang Yu's opinion.

How the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts chose its area was crucial, it could not be close to strong jailers, nor could it be targeted because there were too many residual souls nearby.

Finally, his gaze stopped on the Taoist temple in the distance.

That place...

Yu Dachuan couldn't wait to push the door open and walk out, his body had reached five meters, and he easily grabbed the residual souls and stuffed them into his mouth.

Zhang Yu broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "At least two aberrations, I'm afraid I can't stay nearby."

He wandered on the edge, noticing that the other side of the street was not much better.

A dozen kites slowly fell, gradually turning into lifelike human heads.

They floated behind Wan Qi, their resentful eyes staring straight at the residual souls, waiting for Wan Qi's order.

Zhang Yu swallowed, suddenly discovering an opportunity.

Probably because two ruthless people were stationed there, there was a vacuum zone nearby.

Zhang Yu's rat eyes emitted black light, causing himself to be shrouded in shadow.

He came to the front of the inn along the corner of the wall. Whether intentional or unintentional, Yu Dachuan and Wan Qi happened to leave this place vacant.

Several residual souls wandered in the alley.

Zhang Yu was drooling.

Although the spell he mainly cultivated was the Rat Plague Art, he also mastered a "Shadow Hide Art", which could absorb residual souls to speed up his cultivation.

Zhang Yu hoped to rely on the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts to bring the Shadow Hide Art to the half-corpse realm, and then go to the Land of Nether Feathers to advance to the Ghost Messenger realm.

Zhang Yu returned to his human form, his claws turned purple-black, and then his legs exerted force to dart out from the corner of the wall, and the residual souls were torn to pieces.

Just as he wanted to go further, he felt his body suddenly stiffen in place, and then uncontrollably trembled.

Zhang Yu only noticed at this time that a man had climbed out of the window of the inn.

Ren Qing's body was as black as ink, like a walking shadow, coupled with the constantly rotating double pupils, there was a terrifying deterrent force.

A chilling thought arose in Zhang Yu's mind.

Could it be that the gap left by Yu Dachuan and the two was deliberately avoiding this person? How terrifying is the other party's strength?

Two aberrations?

Or even three aberrations.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but be shocked, almost kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Although he knew that An'nan Town did not allow jailers to kill people, since the Water Gourd was already disregarding it, who would dare to take this risk?

A gap cracked in Zhang Yu's spine, as if he wanted to give birth to an opossum clone.

He was still somewhat confident in his means of escape, after all, the Rat Plague Art was known for its ability to save lives in the Jailer Hall.

As long as the clone was released, it would be impossible to find the main body, and he could still make a comeback tomorrow night.

Zhang Yu's speed was fast enough, without considering the problem of body transformation.

But Ren Qing was even faster.

He stepped forward, his figure merged into the darkness, and instantly disappeared in place.

In just the blink of an eye, Ren Qing was already standing in front of Zhang Yu, his raised right hand in a charging state, and the bluestone bricks under his feet were cracking.

Bang!!!

His arm swung out like a whip.

Zhang Yu turned into a residual shadow and flew towards the end of the street.

The ribs in his chest and abdomen were broken, and bone spurs were also stuck in his internal organs, and blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the Ghost Messenger realm, ordinary people would have died long ago.

Zhang Yu finally fell on the outskirts of An'nan Town, his life was preserved, but he obviously could only withdraw from the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.

How easy would it be for Ren Qing to take Zhang Yu's life.

But he knew that he must not be the first to act, and besides, he was just a jailer who couldn't even withstand a casual attack.

However, such a severely injured jailer would definitely be placed by the Yin Messenger realm, so as not to form a restricted area. Next, Zhang Yu would have to face the Water Gourd.

Good luck.

The eyes of the entire town looked at Ren Qing, hiding deep fear.

The Dragon-Snake Spine drilled out of Ren Qing's palm, and then he jumped onto the eaves, his attention focused on the various forms of ghosts.

The residual souls had formed several beast ghosts, and they were still constantly gathering.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Ren Qing suppressed his distracting thoughts.

The Dragon-Snake Spine instantly extended, rolled up the nearest beast ghost and pulled it back, and the unfolded bone blade slashed fiercely.

This beast ghost had already formed a climate, and was far from being comparable to a newborn beast ghost.

It struggled desperately to resist, and just as it had a few points of breaking free from the Dragon-Snake Spine, it suddenly felt an extremely aggressive aura.

The Immortal in the Mirror's ability was used in conjunction, and then the Dragon-Snake Spine turned into a poisonous dark green.

The Dragon-Snake Spine suddenly retracted, like a living thing surrounding Ren Qing.

The beast ghost was swallowed by the ghost shadow.

The ghost shadow conveyed a satisfied thought, and the exhausted Nether Energy was quickly replenished.

Ren Qing did not hesitate to start killing, the residual souls were like fields of rice being harvested, and his movements were crisp and neat.

The jailers had not yet conflicted, but as the ghosts nearby became less and less, the distance between them was gradually closing.

Ren Qing noticed Yu Dachuan's hostility, but still did not show mercy.

He even began to harvest the ghosts in other areas. The ghost shadow feasted, and the Heavenly Dao Worm had unknowingly reached the mid-stage of Qi training.

From the current point of view, the lifespan of the Shadowless Ghost's promotion to the Ghost Messenger realm should be saved, so that he can also rest assured to let the Heavenly Dao Worm break through the Foundation Establishment stage.

As long as it is the Foundation Establishment stage, he can master the Fire Refining Palace, and then the lifespan will no longer be limited.

He narrowed his eyes, already prepared to take Yu Dachuan as a warning to others.

But just then, a jailer accidentally let go of a beast ghost.

Two beast ghosts merged together, and the already somewhat deformed appearance could not even be seen now.

It made a strange cry in its mouth.

"Moo..."

Ren Qing's pupils dilated.

Back then, in the Non-Action Dojo, the soul of the Heavenly Daozi who had transformed into a Heavenly Demon, made a very similar sound.

Sorry sorry, it's a bit late