The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing had already set foot on Changan Street, and he found himself in a dense demonic aura, which even made his perception of the Soul Butterfly projection become blurred.

At the same time, inside the Wuwei Taoist temple, the air was filled with the smell of smoke and fire.

The appearance of the ghost market made the disciples of the Taoist temple feel suspicious, although they could not get close to the Jailers, they could see those hideous-looking cultivators from the end of the street.

They didn't say anything on the surface, but they inevitably harbored doubts in their hearts.

The ancient books left behind by the sect recorded that during the heyday of the Wuwei Taoist temple, the disciples under the Heavenly Daozi were ethereal and immortal-like.

Several portraits about the Wuwei Taoist temple also seemed to indicate this.

The Jailers, on the other hand, seemed like demonic cultivators, even more detestable than demonic cultivators, and the aura they exuded was extremely terrifying, which could not help but make people feel fearful.

Soon, some rumors spread within the Taoist temple.

It was said that the other end of the Immortal Market was some transcendent and enlightened demonic cultivators, and when the time was right, they would break free from it.

Qing Songzi looked helpless, and took advantage of the morning reading to specifically look for Wu Liangzi, only to see the latter kneeling in front of the statue of the Heavenly Daozi.

Wu Liangzi said with a slightly tired voice: "Junior Brother, what brings you to me?"

Qing Songzi swallowed the words that came to his mouth, mainly because he was afraid that Wu Liangzi, who was already mentally unstable, would go crazy again.

"Senior Brother, you... you..."

"Junior Brother Qing Songzi, you wouldn't care about those ridiculous rumors, would you?"

Wu Liangzi opened his eyes and stared at Qing Songzi sharply, and said, "Why don't you go and see the situation of the disciples' memorial tablets?"

"Ah?"

Qing Songzi quickly walked to the wooden platform where the memorial tablets were placed, and the scene in front of him made his eyes widen, and he didn't know what to say.

He saw that twenty or thirty memorial tablets were all dim, and their surfaces were covered with black hyphae, obviously these disciples had turned into demonic cultivators.

Without exception, they all belonged to the Cadaveric Zone where the corpse phenomenon was active, except for a few scattered ones, the rest were either dead or had changed their cultivation.

"How is that possible..."

"Nothing is impossible."

"After the corpse phenomenon's strange change, ten miles have been turned into scorched earth, and it is still expanding, and the neighboring strange phenomena have already withdrawn."

"Senior Brother, what should we do with our disciples?"

Qing Songzi's expression became anxious, and he couldn't help but feel remorse in his heart.

The Wuwei Taoist temple was already at a time of life and death, but he was still thinking about these fictitious things, which was really inappropriate.

"I have already contacted the external disciples to stay away from the Cadaveric Zone, but there is nothing I can do to help the disciples who are still alive inside."

Wu Liangzi sighed deeply, although only the corpse phenomenon had changed, it did not mean that things had ended.

If it was just the beginning, the Taoist tradition might have to be transferred to the mountains and countryside.

But the population of Jing Prefecture is concentrated in the only towns, and even the villages are attached to the surrounding areas, how can we replenish fresh blood.

Qing Songzi was about to say something, when he suddenly found that several more memorial tablets had become dim, which were the Taoist temple disciples in the Cadaveric Zone.

Now there are not many memorial tablets left, and they are all disciples like Han Li with shallow cultivation, and they may lose their lives at any time.

"See if the situation will continue to ferment, and let the disciples be cautious when patrolling."

Wu Liangzi actually had a faint feeling that the Wuwei Taoist temple was no longer safe, but he could not influence others based on his subjective feelings alone.

Moreover, the meaning of the existence of the Wuwei Taoist temple is to share the risks for the disciples who go out of the mountain.

Wu Liangzi patiently waited for the arrival of the night, and the external disciples went to inquire about the news, and should be able to figure out some of the causes and effects.

He wiped the dust off the statue with a rag and left the main hall.

Even when walking on the road in the厢房, Wu Liangzi was still worried, for fear that the memorial tablets would disappear on a large scale again.

After he returned to the 厢房, he sat cross-legged and fell asleep, intending to enter the Immortal Market with his consciousness.

But perhaps because his mind was confused, Wu Liangzi tossed and turned and could not calm down, and his expression could not help but become anxious.

He simply walked to the courtyard outside the 厢房, and as a result, he noticed that the entire mountain was brightly lit, and almost all the disciples were not asleep.

It would be a coincidence if only two or three people were alone, but now it seems that something must have happened.

The black worms under Wu Liangzi's feet broke free from the shadows, and after reaching the Golden Core stage, they could be temporarily controlled to investigate information.

As a result, everything seemed to be fine.

Taoists such as Qing Songzi also walked out of the 厢房 one after another, and soon more and more people gathered in the courtyard, and even the Taoist children who had just begun to practice got up.

The late autumn breeze carried a chill.

They didn't know what had happened, but they felt inexplicably uneasy in their hearts, and they couldn't sleep no matter what.

Wu Liangzi hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and whispered to Qing Songzi: "Let the Taoist children pack their things and go to the nearby mountains first."

"Senior Brother, you..."

Wu Liangzi shook his head, his face becoming more and more solemn.

Qing Songzi had no choice but to do so, quietly taking a few familiar Taoists to prepare some dry food, but it did not attract the attention of the others.

But just as they were ready, a team of people came towards the Wuwei Taoist temple from a distance.

They did not light torches, and the mountain road was not easy to walk, and they were traveling quickly in the dark night where they could not see their fingers, which looked a bit strange no matter how you looked at it.

Tian Fuzi looked puzzled and said in an unbelievable tone: "Why does it seem to be Deng Chuan's caravan, they are back again?"

As soon as he said this, Wu Liangzi also noticed the clues, after all, he had just been in contact with them not long ago, and the scale of the caravan was indeed exactly the same.

"Maybe Deng Tou met something, Huang Qiuzi, you take a few people to meet them and see."

"Okay, I'll leave immediately."

Wu Liangzi added: "Be careful."

Huang Qiuzi nodded and walked along the mountain road with three Taoists.

They practiced the Netherworld Heavenly Worm Technique, and their bodies were greatly strengthened after being blessed by the black worms, and the frequency of their steps became extremely fast.

When Huang Qiuzi arrived at the foot of the mountain, the caravan lit torches.

However, the torches were not bright light, but a faint dark fire, which made each镖师 like阴兵 of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

What made Wu Liangzi feel even more uneasy was that what the flatbed cart was transporting was not spirit valley, but black coffins.

咚咚咚……

There was a knock from inside the coffin, and the rivets fell off, as if something was about to break free.

"Qing Songzi, what are you doing, take the Taoist children and leave quickly, just go to the suburbs!!"

Wu Liangzi pushed Qing Songzi, then pulled out the magic wooden sword from his waist, and ran frantically towards the caravan.

The Taoist temple was in chaos.

There were more than a dozen people following Wu Liangzi, and there were also Taoists who wanted to escape.

However, the Taoist children in their early teens had never seen such a scene, and they were immediately frightened and cried哇哇, and some even瘫倒 on the ground.

砰!!!

The black coffin was broken open, and dozens of decayed zombies crawled out of it, and the镖师 of the caravan were all dressed up as zombies.

They were wearing the Taoist robes of the Wuwei Taoist temple, and they were clearly disciples who had gone out of the mountain, but now they were refined into strange objects.

To be precise, they are also a kind of demonic cultivator.

The zombie moved its muscles and bones, and said in a human voice: "What a familiar place, I seem to have stayed here in my lifetime..."

"Don't be stupid, that's the sect that raised us."

"I see."

"Will the flesh and blood marrow of fellow disciples be more fresh and sweet?"

"咔咔咔咔咔咔."

The zombie jumped stiffly, but the speed was not slow at all, and it quickly approached Huang Qiuzi and the others who came.

"What the hell?!"

While Huang Qiuzi was stunned, sharp claws划过 their chests and abdomens, leaving several wounds that were deep enough to see the bones.

The zombie couldn't wait to bite towards Huang Qiuzi, the latter quickly circulated幽元, and the black worms under his feet quickly flowed along the blood vessels.

Huang Qiuzi slapped out a palm, and between the sprinkling of spiritual light, it was clearly the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage, but he blocked the zombie of the Monster Core stage.

The zombie almost hit the carriage, and was immediately aroused with killing intent.

"It seems to be Junior Brother Huang Qiuzi, his cultivation has greatly increased after a long time, but unfortunately..."

"What's the point of cultivating the Tao, only demonic cultivation is the way to the大道."

The zombie rolled its eyes, and several other zombies surrounded it, and soon formed an encirclement, making Huang Qiuzi unable to resist.

The other Taoists suffered casualties, and the potential of the Heavenly Worm Technique was high, but it was still too reluctant compared to the demonic cultivators who were far higher than his own cultivation.

Claws grabbed Huang Qiuzi's neck, the latter's eyes turned white, and just as he was about to lose his breath, Wu Liangzi arrived on horseback.

Wu Liangzi used a wooden sword to击飞 the surrounding zombies, and took Huang Qiuzi back.

His Golden Core stage cultivation was much faster than the heavy zombies, and he could actually abandon the Taoist temple disciples and escape on his own.

"I'll guard the mountain road, Huang Qiuzi, you let them evacuate the Taoist temple as soon as possible, go wherever they can."

"Senior Brother..."

"Go!!"

Wu Liangzi came to the mountain pass in three steps and two steps and set up his posture, then kicked Huang Qiuzi away and let the Taoists who came with him return the same way.

"You group of妖孽, do you know the煌煌 Heavenly Dao, do you know the Wuwei Dao?!"

Wu Liangzi's white beard stood upright, his expression was very much like the Heavenly Daozi who was fighting against fate alone, his hands tightly grasping the magic wooden sword.

"What Heavenly Dao? It's really ridiculous..."

Wu Liangzi's eyes shot out精光, the black worms化入 into the blood, and suddenly burst out with extremely fast speed, and also let the flying sword离体 a few inches.

A sword went down入骨三分, the zombie's neck almost broke, but that was only the case, the powerful vitality still allowed him to survive.

"Kill this牛鼻子!"

The zombies rushed up like crazy, even if there were a few disciples to assist, Wu Liangzi still fell into a disadvantage.

He supported幽元 strongly, and the wound was faintly black, which was the corpse poison作祟.

The Wuwei Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, except for the Taoist children, did not have many Taoists who left, even Qing Songzi could not help but return halfway.

Soon some zombies climbed up the mountain gate from the small road and厮杀 with the Taoists.

The number of deaths and injuries is increasing.

Qing Songzi staggered into the main hall and knelt down in it weakly.

Even if he didn't believe in the existence of the地上仙, he cried and begged at this time: "The Wuwei Taoist temple cannot be覆灭啊..."

"Why don't you降临啊, 地上仙."

…………

Jing Prefecture New Moon Layer, as calm as a calm lake.

Even beggars are rare in towns.

A middle-aged man who looks like a demon is lying half-lying in the shadows of the corner, with six eyes and four arms, and戒疤 is left on his shaved head.

People dare not approach this person, treating the man as an evil ghost.

The man muttered to himself疯癫: "Where is the opportunity that the舍利 said?"

"Clearly it's Jing Prefecture..."

Suddenly a desperate voice sounded in his ear: "Why don't you降临啊, 地上仙."

Song Zongwu looked up, and the blood moon was in the sky at some point.

"So that's it."

[The rhythm will be accelerated next, and some Jailers will gradually be arranged to come to Jing Prefecture to participate in the 残月层 that is about to turn into a prehistoric world]

[I will reveal the secret of Jing Prefecture through Ren Qing's trip to the Cadaveric Zone]

Thanks to 希思冰茶, Book Friend 20190720001115379, LH灬, Book Friend 160506141214740, uppercaseZ, Book Friend 20200211093636949 for the reward.