This is how immortals are cultivated

Everyone present was in a spiritual realm, transcending the mortal realm to some degree, their spiritual awareness was meticulous and able to grasp every tiny detail. The three wandering cultivators and strange cultivators were naturally captured.

What rose from the bodies of the three wandering cultivators and strange cultivators was something that the ghosts and gods present were very familiar with - fear.

When enjoying blood food, most ghosts and gods will deliberately stimulate the blood food's despair and fear, using this as a seasoning to make the blood food more delicious.

The spiritual secrets are different from those of ordinary people. At this moment, the fear and inspiration are entangled together, which is like a needle prick, making people very uneasy.

After all, although spiritual mystics weren't exactly spirits, ghosts, or gods, they were at least considered beings of the same level of life by ghosts and gods. So what could possibly inspire fear in even such beings?

The ghosts and gods, including the White Lotus Messenger, Taoist Wuqiu, were all stunned for a moment.

Although most of the independent cultivators are cautious, those who have reached this level of cultivation are bold and careful, so they would not be frightened just by hearing that they are going to attack a spiritual master.

These three men feared something else.

Taoist Wuque looked at the person sitting between the three people.

Strictly speaking, the host of this party is still the ghost of Guqu.

The ghosts and gods of Guqu are the local bosses in this nearby area, and the surrounding ghosts and gods or mysterious spiritual practitioners were also invited by them.

According to the information collected by the Holy Church, although he had never seen most of the ghosts, gods and strange cultivators, he was able to identify their identities.

However, Taoist Wuque had never heard of the blue-robed young man who had come with the other wandering cultivators. At least, among the famous wandering cultivators in Jingzhou that he knew of, there was no such person.

Originally he thought that this person was invited by Guqu, but when the people present greeted him, this person did not greet him. It was obvious that he was not a guest of Guqu ghost.

"Your Excellency is..."

Looking at the young man's handsome face that was too young, Taoist Wuque's heart subconsciously skipped a beat, and some kind of inspiration burst out.

But the answer was so absurd that his rationality made him ignore it.

Then, just when Taoist Wuque asked this question, the three trembling spiritual and mysterious cultivators attacked together in tacit understanding at the first moment.

A black wind blew out of Yinfeng Scholar's mouth, and countless white cow-hair needles shot out from Maosou's body. Yue Laogui's arms turned into scales, and he slapped Fang Suichu with all his strength.

After making their moves at the same time, the three of them quickly left their original seats and came in front of many ghosts and gods.

The three Lingmi's powerful blow caused the platform to roll up black turbid smoke and dust, covering the scenery inside.

The ghosts and gods, including the Taoist Wuque who was the messenger of the White Lotus Demon Sect, all set their sights on the three strange cultivators.

Yin Feng Scholar was sweating profusely at this moment. No matter how smart he was, he had never thought that such a thing would happen. When the legal network in the state was completely broken, when the demons in the state were ready to move, and when the White Lotus Demon Sect was coming, that person did not hide in the city to defend himself, but took the initiative to come out and even came here.

Knowing that he had made a huge mistake this time, Yin Feng Scholar kept saying:

"My Lord Messenger, all the ghosts and gods, this guy is the one in Linge City!"

"This person, disguised as a White Lotus Holy Sect envoy, deceived us earlier and made us commit the grave mistake of inviting a wolf into our home!"

Yin Feng Scholar's shouting made all the strange and weird cultivators present instantly understand what was going on.

The enemy came to our door.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a shallow pit appeared on the stone platform. The tables originally placed there were all shattered, but there was one table that remained intact. The pit caused by the destruction formed a perfect circle around that table.

Fang Suichu stood up from the table and looked at the mysterious spiritual cultivators and ghosts who were already standing together.

There were eight of them in total, and their inspirations overflowed and converged together, covering this huge cave in the belly of the mountain. For a moment, it seemed as if reality became blurred and the air became heavy and stagnant.

But Fang Suichu seemed unaffected. He brushed off the non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes and said softly:

"Looks like there's no need for me to introduce myself?"

"You are very courageous..."

Taoist Wuque took a step forward, stood in front of the crowd, and spoke lightly.

His wisdom was already working rapidly at this moment.

Time was running out, and he only found out the name of this person in Linge City, Fang Suichu. He only knew his origins as being secretly cultivated by the Wu court.

This person is indeed a spiritual cultivator with outstanding combat capabilities - this goes without saying. The fact that his senior brother Mr. Taohua died at his hands alone is proof of his strength.

However, it is a bit too abnormal to come to us directly and proactively by relying on some strength.

It has to be said that Fang Suichu's appearance here was totally unexpected by the many strange cultivators and ghosts present.

Taoist Wuque narrowed his eyes.

According to Yin Feng Shusheng and other strange cultivators, the other party tricked them from the outside world and brought them here, but in fact there was no need for that.

If you want to come here, you just need to snatch the token of the ghost god Guqu from the scholar Yinfeng.

If the other party really wanted to take the initiative to attack and eliminate the threat, they could have killed the three mysterious and strange cultivators outside before coming here.

Defeating them one by one, one person facing three spiritual secret realms, and then facing five spiritual secret realms, is completely different from facing eight spiritual secret realms in one battle.

It can be said that except for lunatics, any normal person would choose to defeat them one by one.

Is the other party crazy?

Taoist Wuque did not think so. He investigated some of the other party's actions after entering Jingzhou.

First, he killed the wavering Tianchan Temple Canxuan in his public identity, and then secretly and accurately sniped the Holy Church's spy planted in Jingzhou.

This combination of open and covert tactics successfully forced Senior Brother Taohua, whose identity was top-secret, to reveal his identity, forcing him to come to Linge County.

But when Senior Brother Taohua came over, he had already fallen into the opponent's trap.

Good means, good intentions.

How could the only thing that is scary about such a person be his strength?

Based on this logic, Taoist Wuque thought about the other party's purpose of coming alone to this dangerous place, and he did not think that the other party was really hostile.

Taoist Wuque narrowed his eyes.

Could it be...that you want to surrender?

Indeed, the other party’s situation is not good, and it can even be said to be extremely dangerous.

Although the opponent's plan was indeed unstoppable and had indeed landed Senior Brother Taohua in prison, he had not expected that Senior Brother Taohua possessed the spiritual seed of the sect bestowed by the Saint. He had not expected that Senior Brother Taohua would risk his life to forcibly tear apart the Jingzhou legal network with his secret technique.

Although the matter of Jingzhou cannot be said to be completely settled, it can be said that the advantage is on the side of the Holy Church.

The Taizhou incident has completely attracted the attention of the Wu court, and Wu is temporarily unable to send more high-level combat forces to support Jingzhou.

In the eyes of Taoist Wuqiu, although the headmaster of Jingzhou is still struggling after Chong'an Prefecture closed it, the grasshoppers in autumn will not be able to jump for much longer.

Except for the provincial capital, which at least has the support of Zhen'e Zhenren, the rest of the provincial areas can only be called isolated cities.

An isolated city cannot be defended. This is a very simple truth. There is no reason why the other party would not understand this truth.

Let’s not talk about the ghosts and gods here, their natural stance is more inclined towards the Holy Religion, and as for the strange cultivators, in the final analysis, they only stand on the side of the court because of their own interests.

And when there is no benefit, people will naturally make a choice that is more beneficial to themselves.

In other words, it would be very difficult for this person to find reinforcements, and he would instead be besieged.

Just like now.

In this dead end, the only way out seems to be surrender.

Thinking of this, Taoist Wuque became determined.

"Sir, a wise man knows the times, and a wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in..."

However, before he could finish his words, a terrifying blade slashed towards him, leaving a deep groove on the stone platform in front of him.

This made the smile on Taoist Wuque's face froze.

"Stop thinking nonsense!"

When I looked at Fang Suichu again, his brows were furrowed, revealing a look of extreme annoyance.

"Every one of them is fucking crazy. That guy called Mr. Peach Blossom is also crazy. I don't know what he was thinking when he suddenly committed suicide..."

"I'm here to kill you."

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Seeing the 'mysterious' smile on the emissary of the White Lotus Demon Cult, Fang Suichu roughly understood that this strange cultivator was just daydreaming again.

They are all like this. Mr. Taohua who committed suicide was like this, and so were the three mysterious and strange cultivators.

Sometimes, he really wanted to ask loudly whether there were any normal people among the strange cultivators in this world, or whether they were all crazy.

"You all gathered here just to kill me, didn't you?"

"And I came here to kill you."

"It's not about any planning, it's just such a simple thing, so don't think about suicide anymore."

"have you understood?"

Listening to Fang Suichu's words and looking at the knife marks under his feet that were still emitting a hint of coldness, Taoist Wuqiu's face turned blue and purple, and finally became completely cold.

madman...

Taking back my previous thoughts, this guy is a complete lunatic.

"Although you are very powerful, you are too arrogant and look down on the heroes of the world."

One against eight, deliberately put back the spiritual secret, one against eight, who do you think you are?

There was no need for Taoist Wujiu to remind them. After Fang Suichu declared war like this, the evil cultivators and ghosts all took action.

The curtains of the skeleton sedan and human skin fluttered, and invisible sounds spread out from them, turning into thousands of invisible threads, carrying terrifying mental power towards Fang Suichu's shop.

Covered by this spiritual power, Fang was relieved.

At this moment, the giant elephant-like demonic figure swung its trunk, its body growing several times larger, even collapsing the platform. Its human form was like an overwhelming mass, and it pinned Fang Suichu and the platform he was on, crushing them between its palms.

In an instant, the two ghosts achieved a double attack on the body and mind.

However, just when the giant elephant ghost was about to further crush the stone in his hand, one of his hands broke off at the wrist and fell into the pavilion below.

A low groan echoed in the cave, and the skeletal sedan chair uttered another shrill scream. The human skin curtain and the white bones of the sedan chair were torn and covered with cracks under the scream that carried real power.

A figure rose into the air, holding someone in his hand.

The mountain man Ali was suspended in the air, looking at the elephant face that was so close to him, like a giant god, full of anger.

But in the next moment, Senior Fang, who was holding his collar, punched out with a terrifying punch force mixed with blood-colored divine light, and knocked the giant elephant's face down with one punch. A large amount of black blood flowed out from the crack in the flesh.

The giant cried out in pain and quickly covered his face with one hand.

The air flow was like someone gently exhaling at the neck. Ali felt his whole body suddenly tense up, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and could no longer move.

At this time, Senior Fang, who was holding his collar, lifted him up with force and threw him down.

It was just after completing this action that a shadow appeared behind Fang Suichu, and the shadow completed its manifestation.

Four pairs of sharp claws with silver patterns flashed coldly like metal and stabbed towards Fang Suichu's limbs and several vital points.

The half-human, half-spider ghost seemed to be hanging in the void, with its upper body white and its arms outstretched, as if it wanted to hug Fang Suichu and hold him in its arms.

All the egg sacs in the huge spider's abdomen fell out, and the soft shell of the translucent eggs broke, splashing white liquid. The spider hatchlings in the egg sacs all opened their eyes, with innocent faces like those of boys or girls, and rushed towards Fang Suichu with smiles on their faces.

These human-faced spider larvae opened their mouths, revealing spiral breaths, and after gaining a foothold on Fang Suichu's body, they began to bite him.

But when they bit down hard, their mouthparts seemed to have bitten into something unimaginably hard, and they all shattered.

This half-human, half-spider ghost named Luo Ying, although its eight legs under the belly pierced Fang Suichu's skin, Fang Suichu's flesh and blood seemed to be melted into one piece of fine iron, and it could not move forward an inch.

At this time, Fang Suichu just shook his body slightly, and the spiderlings clinging to his body exploded without even a wail.

Fang Suichu raised his hand expressionlessly, grabbing the face of the ghostly deity Luo Ying, who was resting on his shoulder. His five fingers, like sharp swords, pierced through his flesh and bones.

Amid the ghost god Luo Ying's screams, the hand that was locking his head slowly lifted up.

The ghost god Luo Ying leaned forward, and pressed Fang Suichu's shoulders with his white jade hands. The eight claws that were originally pierced into Fang Suichu's body also raised up and began to move around constantly, as if struggling to resist the hand's attempt to pull out his head.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not resist the immense force transmitted by that palm.

She could only helplessly give up the struggle and let Fang Suichu carry her from behind and hold her in his hands.

PS: Two chapters have been combined together, and there is still one chapter to be published later, so everyone should go to bed first.