This is how immortals are cultivated

Chapter 130: No Ghosts or Gods

Although the size of the ghost god Luo Ying's half human body is equal to Fang Suichu's upper body, if you add in its huge abdomen and two-meter-long claws, its entire body size is several times larger than Fang Suichu's.

It is a huge monster even for humans.

Then, this huge monster was caught in mid-air by a hand, with its head as the support point.

Its eight legs hung down and kept shaking and struggling. At this time, Fang Suichu's other hand pressed down on the shoulder of the Luoying ghost.

Fang Suichu's arms paused briefly, but the ghost god Luo Ying seemed to have sensed some extremely terrible end, and the struggle of the eight legs under his belly became more intense.

Until Fang Suichu's arms moved again, his hands were either grasping his head or his shoulders, but nothing in his palms moved.

But when he stretched out his arms, something was always changing, so the skin on the ghost god Luo Ying's neck, which was as white as a swan's neck, was slowly torn apart.

The skin was torn, revealing the dark green flesh underneath. This flesh was also torn gradually until the spinal bones were exposed.

With a light "snap" sound, the cartilage in the scattered vertebrae split, followed by the separation of the vertebrae. The ghost god Luo Ying's head was torn off abruptly, with even the bloody esophagus and trachea at the end.

Holding the head in one hand and the ghostly body in the other, Fang Suichu threw it down without even looking at it, onto the ground of the cave below.

The offensive of the ghosts and gods also came to a halt at this time. After all, the scene just now, where a ghost's body was torn in half with bare hands, was too shocking.

This stagnation did not last long. A sound similar to the cry of some bird appeared above Fang Suichu's head, and a huge shadow descended from above his head. It was a dark behemoth with spread wings.

The pitch-black object rushed straight towards Fang Suichu and finally hit Fang Suichu. However, the two collided without making any sound.

Instead, the dark shape completely engulfed Fang Suichu.

"What a magical power!"

The cheers came from Taoist Wuque, who looked at the pitch-black object that looked like a giant bird with admiration on his face.

This pitch-black bird is the owner of this place, the ghost Guqu.

As the legitimate son of a great demon god, the power of Guqu Ghost God is far greater than that of the ghosts and evil cultivators here.

The giant black bird was hovering in the air in front of the ghosts and weird cultivators. It had no facial features, only a head with a beak, and the beak was slightly open, as if it wanted to say something.

However, its abdomen suddenly split open as if cut by some sharp blade, and a black, oily substance gushed out from it, but disappeared when it landed on real matter.

A white hand pushed open the belly of the giant black bird, and then a foot stepped out, revealing its entire body.

The blue clothes were already tattered, revealing the skin underneath. There were many dark spots under the fair skin. These spots seemed to be printed on the skin and could not be washed away by just washing with water.

Fang Suichu's face was also stained with ink, and the lower left half of his face was completely black.

However, the strange ghosts and gods could still see from the other half of the face that the corners of the evil god's mouth were raised... he was smiling!

"Okay, okay, now it's a little interesting. I didn't wait so long in vain."

The words that came out of that mouth were filled with satisfaction and even some joy, and they made the evil cultivators and ghosts feel as if they heard the words of a vicious demon from the abyss.

Yinfeng Scholar let out a loud shout, and the black jade on his head was blown away, his long hair flying, and his skin and subcutaneous muscles fell off as if weathered, and the ashes merged into a black wind. This black wind blew towards Fang Suichu and instantly wrapped him up.

The older ghost Yue and the hairy old man also exerted their strength together. The older ghost Yue spit out a ball of sticky purple magic fire, while the hairy old man released millions of tiny spores.

All kinds of methods were used on the human figure floating in the air.

Fang Suichu's body was suddenly overwhelmed by all kinds of strange and mysterious ideas.

Finally, it was Taoist Wuque who took action. His palms turned into tiny coral-like tentacles, making his arms look like brushes made of living matter.

He raised his arm and swiped it towards Fang Suichu, and a green aura overflowed.

All matter in front of the green gas, even the air, disappeared immediately.

This is obviously an extremely powerful offensive magical power.

The green light hit Fang Suichu's body, and a piece of his chest immediately disappeared. This was the only time so far that Fang Suichu's body had been damaged.

Fang Suichu was also knocked back a step, his body slightly bent.

But in the next moment, Fang Suichu stood up again and took a step forward.

A rich silver-white divine light burned on his body like a flame.

Whether it was the black wind, the purple devil fire, or the green light, the ink-black spots on his body fell off one after another under the silver-white light.

When all these spiritual ideas peeled off, Fang Suichu's original form reappeared.

Its skin and flesh cracked, revealing blood and flesh with a pale golden hue, especially the chest and abdomen, where the jade-like white bones were exposed.

Silver-white flames burned at these wounds, and the broken bones and torn flesh healed rapidly until the original flawless body was restored.

Taiyin Form Training Technique has taken a step forward at this moment!

"Come... everyone, give me a helping hand."

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Ali curled up on the steps.

The place where he was thrown down was more than 20 meters away from his current position. A normal person would have died from the fall.

But for some reason, before he was thrown to the ground, an invisible force lifted him up and saved him from being smashed to pieces.

He was staring blankly above his head at this moment.

Born into a mountain tribe that attaches great importance to worshiping gods, Ali naturally heard many myths about ghosts and gods since he was a child.

Ghosts and gods have such great power that they can move mountains and cut off rivers.

However, mythology also mentioned the scene when the State of Wu attacked the State of Nanjing long ago.

In that battle, ghosts and gods cried blood, and the rivers on the earth were dyed red, as if it was the end of the world.

It was hard for Ali to imagine the end of a powerful ghost or god, but this time, he saw it with his own eyes.

The mysterious and strange spiritual cultivator, an existence that his previous master could only look up to, was annihilated with a light slap of a hand.

The skeletal sedan was smashed into powder by a punch, and the huge pink jellyfish inside, which looked like a brain, was turned into meat paste.

Dozens of feet away, the elephant-headed giant god, who was standing on the ground with the dome of the cave on his head, had his head chopped off. The head fell to the ground like a small mountain.

The pitch-black bird soared into the sky, emitting a sharp cry, and tried desperately to escape but was cut into two halves in mid-air. The pitch-black blood splattered all over the cave like blood.

There are no more ghosts or gods in the kingdom of ghosts and gods, only that one person.

Chapter 131: Intimidation is useless

The dome of the Ghostly Cave was ripped open again, sending countless pieces of debris crashing to the ground. Numerous spirits, even wandering cultivators and treacherous cultivators from the Spirit Induction Realm, fled in panic.

The battle in the Spirit Secret Realm itself was not something that small pawns like them could participate in, not to mention that it should have been an extremely brutal battle, but after several rounds of confrontation it turned into a one-sided massacre.

The head of the giant Ganesha was still in front of him, and his towering body, which was as big as a mountain, was still leaning weakly on the stone wall. His skin, as rough as stone skin, was torn and exposed, as if it had been completely ravaged by something even larger, and blood was gushing out like a waterfall.

The hill-like head was like a broken plaster statue, with the entire facial structure destroyed, the long nose torn into pieces, the eye sockets broken, and muscle tissue overflowing from them. The white ivory was like a nail wedged into a rotten wooden board, sticking to the broken flesh.

The blood pool on the ground had already broken, and the first ghost to die, the half-human, half-spider creature, fell into it. Although his soul was crushed, his body still retained a certain activity, and emerald green tumors continued to grow and expand from his body.

The corpses of ghosts, gods, and mysterious spiritual practitioners were piled up on the ground. The mysterious spiritual energy overflowed and then merged, completely rewriting the ecology of the surrounding area within a hundred miles, turning it into a small forbidden area that was an absolute death for ordinary creatures.

The Soul Induction Realm was completely unable to participate in the frontal battlefield, but the remnants of this battlefield caused each Soul Induction Realm to lose their lives, their flesh and blood to become deformed, their souls to be lost, and they turned into monsters.

But such pollution did not last long. The spiritual secret-level out-of-control spiritual energy that had just spread out, among the spiritual energy that was entangled with many strange cultivators and ghosts after their death, suddenly a blood flame rose up.

This blood flame seemed to be fueled by this strange inspiration, burning fiercely.

It ignited from the void and spread to the flesh and blood of the corpses of the spiritual secret realm beings left at the scene.

The blood flame was swaying, as if worshiping something in the air.

And there was something hanging in the air - no, it should be said that it was falling.

In the eyes of the Spirit Induction Realm cultivators and spirits, already in a state of hysteria, their final madness and struggle, a blood-red sun fell to the ground. As that blood-red sun fell, a terrifying, extremely bright light burst forth from it. All creatures of the treacherous path vanished the moment they came into contact with that light.

In reality, hundreds of thousands of monsters and strange cultivators in the caves of the kingdom of ghosts and gods fell to the ground, and blood flames burst out from their bodies.

The blood flame squeezed out strands of pure vital energy, gathered them on the surface of Fang Suichu's body as he stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, and then absorbed them into his qi sea and dantian through the pores all over his body.

Inside the Golden Palace, the acupoint in Fang Suichu's head, the humanoid statue already had a completely clear face, with the facial features and body shape exactly the same as Fang Suichu. At this moment, inside the temple where the divine will was manifested in this acupoint, the statue had many more details. The red light on its body turned into a red robe, on which the jade pendants, gold thread patterns, and many other details were clearly visible.

The statue wears a golden crown, and behind the golden crown floats a crimson halo, like the sun hanging above its head.

The temple inside the orifice is becoming more and more perfect. At first, it was just a chaotic darkness, but now it is shining in all directions with golden light.

In addition to the statue of the god, there are many other symbolic objects in the temple. Several images of evil spirits appear, but they are lying on the ground, being stepped on by the statue of the god, as if being subdued.

When entering Jingzhou, Fang Suichu started to practice sexual skills. God rewards those who work hard. Now, the sexual skills representing the mind, will and soul have indeed achieved a stage of perfection.

Just now, Fang Suichu manifested his own will. Although this will has not yet reached the level of materializing and affecting reality, it is already enough to obliterate the souls of those strange and weird cultivators who are one level weaker than him.

As for beings of the same level, this manifestation of will can also have a suppressive effect.

Sex and life are originally one. The cultivation of life mixed with sex will achieve twice the result with half the effort. Driven by will, even simple punches and kicks can have great power.

This is also the foundation of the supernatural power of breaking all laws with one force and suppressing all laws with my Tao.

Fang Suichu took out a new set of clothes from the storage magic weapon and put them on. The previous clothes had already been torn.

Now that he's wearing new clothes, he really is a handsome young man, untainted by the world and as elegant as jade - if it weren't for the blood-red aura still lingering around him, and that somewhat kind smile.

Compared to Fang Suichu's appearance, the White Lotus Demon Sect's messenger, Taoist Wuqiu, was much more miserable. Seven out of eight had died, and he was the last spiritual secret still breathing here.

At this moment, his white Taoist robe had already been torn, and a large black hole was pierced through his abdomen. His left arm and left shoulder were completely gone, and bloody granulations were wriggling on the broken surface.

Half of the skin on his face was torn off, and his right eye socket was empty.

He was dying from the inside out.

He was trembling all over at this moment, and when he looked at the humanoid figure in front of him with his cautious one eye, he was filled with uncontrollable fear.

monster!

That human body is just an appearance, underneath the human body is a complete monster.

He had previously called the other person a lunatic.

Fighting eight people alone in the same realm is indeed a madman.

But if one person really attacks eight people, the emphasis is no longer on madness, but on the fact that this is really a monster.

At this moment, many strange cultivators and monsters here died, and spiritual energy rose, becoming extremely chaotic, but these extremely chaotic spiritual energy were slowly dissipating.

No, it's not dissolving, but gathering in the body of this monster.

There are indeed a large number of secret methods and magical powers of swallowing in the strange way. Some cultivators will even specially cultivate cultivators of the same path and swallow them as medicine at the critical moment of their own cultivation.

But that is only limited to monks on the same path.

Even those who have cultivated the ability to devour things do not dare to swallow or eat everything in the same realm.

Taoist Wuque has now overturned the idea that the other party is a hidden pawn of the Wu court.

Because no matter how mixed the Wu State Supervisory Office is, they are all affiliated with the Taoist tradition of Tai Shangtian.

Even Miao Shengtian was denounced as an evil way, let alone this strange magical power which was countless times more evil than his Miao Shengtian Taoism.

Demon, the other party is the real demon.

Taoist Wuque already knew his fate; he was doomed to die.

Before he died, he didn't want to lose face, so he relied on his own will to suppress the fear.

"Evil cannot defeat good. Even if I die, the Holy Church will never let you go!"

"There is more than just me, the envoy from Jingzhou, and more than just these seven spiritual cultivators and ghosts and gods!"

He said the threatening words according to the standard procedure, but the next moment Taoist Wuque suddenly got an inspiration, making him feel that he had said the wrong thing.

Sure enough, the next moment a hand grabbed his neck.

“I knew that if I caught one, it was like catching a whole nest.”

"Tell me! Where is the nest?"

Chapter 132: Hall of Worship

Looking at Fang Suichu, who seemed to treat his threatening words as a joke, he looked eager.

Taoist Wuque is now certain that he has indeed said the wrong thing.