The Secret Way of Immortality

As the bizarre and strange changes increased, the entire Qingyan Town was also affected.

Buildings had disappeared, replaced by the cave dwellings of various demons, as if one had arrived at Lion Camel Ridge in Journey to the West, with demons and monsters everywhere.

Although Morning Street was in a closed environment, it was still unavoidable.

When the mountain spider closest to it underwent a drastic change, a demon cultivator climbed into Morning Street along the wall, which was as good as non-existent.

Now, the dense residential area inside is covered with a thick layer of spider silk, and occasionally you can see half-human, half-spider demon cultivators appearing.

The residents of Morning Street all hid in cellars, living on the little food they had left.

They didn't know what was happening outside, but occasionally they could hear screams, probably from someone who couldn't resist and left their house.

The proportion of females among the spider demon cultivators is extremely high.

They are not in a hurry to kill their prey, but instead enjoy the despair of mortals on the spider web, and can't help but let out a bell-like, sweet laugh.

Sanmu Alley was no longer as lively as it used to be. The dilapidated alley was piled with various corpses and a few broken coffins.

A rat quietly crawled out of a crack in the wall, but before it could reach the corpse, it was entangled in a spider web and quickly turned into a pupa.

The coffin shop was bustling with activity, and you could hear suppressed curses.

At least dozens of people were crowded together in the shop, all with cultivation bases above the Foundation Establishment stage, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Coffin Old Man leaned against the wall with a calm expression, and slight snoring came from his mouth and nose.

The other cultivators didn't dare to offend him. After all, it was said that Coffin Old Man had reached the Nascent Soul stage, and was the most important reliance for escaping Morning Street.

They all transferred their anger to the young man in the corner, and their eyes kept sizing him up.

The young man's cultivation was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, but his courage far exceeded that of ordinary people. He was slowly polishing a seemingly ordinary piece of iron.

Du Cun had a rough face and glanced around obscurely, then quickly walked to the young man and said in a low voice, "Han Li, don't you know what's going on now?"

"Escaping Morning Street together is the only feasible way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately received the approval of the other cultivators.

Du Cun's expression was slightly smug. If it weren't for Coffin Old Man's sake, he could have abandoned Han Li and found a way to escape on his own.

He had been secretly accumulating prestige these days in order to completely isolate Han Li.

Han Li put down the iron sheet in his hand and said in an unquestionable tone, "Don't interfere with me dealing with the strange anomaly, get out of here."

"You're really out of your mind."

Du Cun's face changed drastically, and he almost couldn't help but drop his clenched fist.

Han Li was too lazy to pay attention to them. On the surface, he continued to polish the iron sheet, but in reality, he was refining a magic weapon to restrict the strange anomaly.

He and Coffin Old Man both had Nether Heaven Insect Art傍身, coupled with the Shadowless Ghost相辅相成, it was indeed not difficult to leave Morning Street.

But since he came for the Watchman, he couldn't return empty-handed.

When Han Li sharpened the iron sheet, he was ready, just waiting for the "rookie" to recklessly escape Morning Street so he could take the opportunity to capture the Watchman.

Du Cun narrowed his eyes, his body exuding killing intent: "Han Li, no one can stop you from dying, but don't block our way out."

Han Li replied, "If you want to leave, you can leave. The door is right there."

The cultivators were furious. If it weren't for the mountain spider demon cultivators watching covetously outside, they would have liked to draw their swords against Han Li immediately.

Seeing the appearance of the others, Du Cun showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "In that case, people who walk different paths cannot make plans together. We will leave the shop another day."

He looked at Coffin Old Man respectfully and asked, "Coffin Old Man, what do you think..."

Coffin Old Man opened his eyes and shook his head, refusing: "My lifespan is approaching and I don't want to live. You can escape Morning Street on your own."

A trace of gloom appeared on Du Cun's expression. If he didn't know that Han Li and Coffin Old Man were not familiar, he would probably think that the two of them had a secret arrangement.

Coffin Old Man couldn't help but remind: "You can choose noon when the visibility is good during the day, at least you won't touch the spider silk on the ground."

"We plan to go later, the eyes of cultivators can see at night."

Du Fang chose to refuse without hesitation, even feeling that Coffin Old Man was trying to trick him, and the hidden vigilance in his heart was beyond words.

The shop fell into silence again.

Han Li took out a fishing net and carefully hung the iron sheet on it.

Before he knew it, the sky had gradually darkened. Morning Street was silent, and only the demon cultivators crawling on the spider web could be vaguely heard.

Du Fang and others were ready. Because they didn't have any magic weapons, they were holding simple knives and swords, and the blades were flashing with cold light.

They dug a hole in the corner of the wall, ready to crawl out of the shop.

Han Li looked at the youngest cultivator, hesitated for a few breaths and said, "A Jin, the road ahead is fraught with danger, you have to think it over."

"Brother Han..."

Before Jin Hui could speak, Du Cun and the others drew their swords and walked towards Han Li.

Coffin Old Man coughed a few times, barely suppressing the anger in Du Cun's heart. The latter waved his hand and led everyone out of the shop.

Jin Hui hesitated, but ultimately chose to follow Du Cun.

After they had gone far, Coffin Old Man couldn't help but sigh: "Han Li, why did you have to say more, you almost affected the overall situation."

Han Li grabbed the wooden table tightly, his fingernails sinking into the tabletop: "I just feel it's a pity. They all deserve to die, but A Jin..."

"Not every good person can survive."

Han Li said in a deep voice: "That's why Immortal Venerable wants to open up Immortal Market, provide endless food, and give everyone the same opportunity to cultivate."

He became more and more excited. This young man, who had always hidden his inner self, still inevitably had a more emotional side.

Coffin Old Man shook his head.

He felt that Immortal Venerable's purpose was not pure, but the merit was indeed genuine.

Just as they were silent, a shrill scream came from the entrance of Sanmu Alley.

Morning Street suddenly boiled, like hunters approaching the hunting season, ready to encircle and attack the cultivators who exposed their traces.

Coffin Old Man took out a jar of peach wine and drank it to warm himself, then gently opened the door and walked out of the shop in tacit understanding with Han Li.

The two of them had already memorized every detail nearby, and traveled through the residential area using both hands and feet.

Han Li glanced back at Sanmu Alley, and could smell a faint smell of blood. He didn't know how many cultivators died a few meters away from the shop.

His mood was affected, and his right foot accidentally landed on an imperceptible strand of spider silk, causing ripples in the surrounding spider web.

It seemed that a demon cultivator was coming quickly.

Han Li calmly stabbed a needle-shaped magic weapon between his eyebrows, and a chill enveloped his whole body. The demon cultivator realized that it was not a living thing and walked away again.

Coffin Old Man reminded: "Be careful."

"Okay."

They came to a relatively open space and skillfully took out a gong and beat it.

Before Han Li came to Morning Street, Coffin Old Man had already investigated the Watchman's taboos, one of which was the sound of the gong late at night.

"The weather is dry, be careful of fire."

A strange tone came.

However, the strange anomaly was obviously weaker, and you could still hear the resentment in his words.

"I'll deal with him first, Han Li, be ready to take action at any time."

Coffin Old Man snorted coldly, covering his facial features with the hair on his head, revealing the sharp teeth and mouths on the back of his neck.

Then, the sound of bones colliding came from his body, and his hands and feet were forcibly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, as if he had become a different person.

Insect armor covered his skin, and sharp bone spurs grew out of his joints, making him look very hideous.

Although Coffin Old Man's cultivation had fallen to the Golden Core stage, he could barely perform the methods of the Nascent Soul stage. This method was Nascent Soul possession.

The Watchman appeared within half a meter of Coffin Old Man in an instant, and demonic energy turned into substance and struck.

Coffin Old Man nimbly dodged left and right, while seizing the opportunity to find a chance, leaving a trail of damage on the Watchman's whole body.

However, after all, the strange anomaly was a strange anomaly, and its recovery power was far beyond imagination, and it soon gained the upper hand.

Han Li grabbed a fishing net, and the aura of the Strange Fetus artifact was revealed without a doubt.

He knew he only had one chance, and if he missed, it was likely to lead to Coffin Old Man's death, and cold sweat broke out in his palms.

Coffin Old Man didn't put pressure on Han Li, and desperately maintained the state of Nascent Soul possession.

Han Li took a deep breath and quickly found the flaw revealed by the Watchman, accumulating strength in his legs and preparing to throw the fishing net magic weapon.

Just then, heavy footsteps came.

Du Cun ran into the residential area in a panic, holding the petite Jin Hui in his arms, followed by several mountain spider demon cultivators chasing after him.

He kept cutting Jin Hui's flesh and throwing it to the demon cultivators, trying to escape, but he was obviously completely insane.

"I must not die, why should I die here, why..."

Jin Hui's face was twisted because of the pain, and after seeing the figures of Coffin Old Man and the two, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Brother Han, save me."

Han Li lowered his head and concentrated for half a breath, then accurately threw the fishing net.

The fishing net enveloped the Watchman, and the Strange Fetus artifact then merged into the flesh, and those iron pieces immediately cut through the tough skin.

Coffin Old Man slapped the Watchman several times, and finally collected it into a specific magic weapon.

The mountain spider demon cultivators also noticed the two of them, and roared in their mouths. The sound of limbs crawling echoed on the tops of various buildings in Morning Street.

"Let's go."

After Coffin Old Man finished speaking, he used the Shadowless Ghost to hide in the shadows, and Han Li bit his lip and followed.

There were too many mountain spider demon cultivators, and spider webs covered Morning Street. Coffin Old Man was not sure whether they could escape.

The demon cultivator carried Jin Hui's broken body, enjoying the pleasure brought by the chase.

But they didn't notice that on the city wall illuminated by the moonlight, there was a ghost wolf wearing bone armor.

Awoo~~~

The wolf howl was like venting something, and the huge figure jumped down.

Coffin Old Man and the two stopped and looked up at Ren, without any consideration for the mountain spider demon cultivators that were gathering more and more around them.

"No light."

Morning Street turned into a pitch-black, even the sound was gone.

A moment later, the light reappeared.

The mountain spiders were stunned in place, only to see all the houses including the cellars floating in the air, supported by ghosts.

Dozens of meters of strange mouths appeared on the ground, directly swallowing the people of Morning Street into them.

The ghost wolf stood in the empty Morning Street, the dragon snake spine whip hitting the air.

"Are you Tu Chan Immortal?"

The ghost wolf disappeared in place in an instant.

Just like an edited scene in a movie, in the blink of an eye, only corpses were left on the ground, and the ghost seemed to have never moved.

Ren walked towards Qingyan Town, flicking the dragon snake spine.

A crack appeared in the city wall, and then the upper half slowly slid down, the cut was extremely smooth.

Demon cultivators are not a climate, those pseudo-Yang God realm strange anomalies are his opponents this time.

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