Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 60 Only the weird can defeat the weird

  Ren Qing watched the possum's body swell in the blink of an eye.

   The hair on his body faded, and his appearance became more and more human-like, but in the end he still remained half-human and half-rat, with animal claws on his hands and feet.

  The Rat Man Wang San'er ran towards Ren Qing, but his expression did not have the slightest killing intent, instead, he was mainly fearful.

  Ren Qing frowned and cut off Wang San'er's head.

   The thin man in the cell suddenly lost his life, and the corpse was absorbed by Avici Hell itself, as if it had never appeared.

  Ren Qing looked around blankly, then turned to leave.

   But just as he disappeared into the corner, a throwing knife was thrown into the blood vessel railing and slid straight into the shadow of the corner.

   Rat chirping sounded.

  The hidden possum leaned against the wall, and kept making a begging sound from its mouth.

  Under Wang San'er's fearful gaze, Ren Qing cut off the railing of the blood vessel with a Damiao knife and walked into the cell.

  Wang San'er was frightened. In order to make a human speech, the possum's body gradually turned into a human shape.

   But the characteristics of mice have become more obvious, almost the same.

  Wang San'er knelt on the ground and kept knocking his head, muttering, "You don't remember the villain, please spare my life..."

  Ren Qing put the Damiao knife on Wang San'er's neck, and said with a strange expression: "What is the effect of your technique, let's hear it."

"what?"

  Wang San'er was stunned for a moment, then felt a pain in his neck, and blood slowly flowed out.

   He said quickly: "Sir, this technique is useless, you can only separate your own flesh and blood from the rat's body, so as to survive."

   "Can your soul be transferred to the rat body through magic?"

  Ren Qing guessed the role of the "rat plague".

   It should be to use the rat body to escape from the golden cicada. The side effect is that every time it is attached, it will produce irreversible alienation.

  This technique is very good if it can capture the soul.

  Wang San'er replied with a confused expression: "What soul..."

   "The clone and the main body do not interfere with each other?"

   "Yes, my lord."

   "I see, the rat plague definitely transfers the memory to the clone, and the living one is already another self."

  Wang San'er couldn't understand what Ren Qing said. His small eyes stared outside the cell, as if waiting for something.

   "How did the jailer choose the reservists?"

   Wang San'er replied: "Sir, as long as you can get out of the jailer's hall, you will actually pass."

  Ren Qing asked lightly, "How do I get out?"

  Wang San'er did not answer directly, but said vaguely: "Sir, I am still somewhat familiar with the Jailer's Hall, this is..."

   His tone was respectful, and at the same time he tried his best to stay away from the Damiao knife.

  While Wang San'er made some moves, heavy footsteps approached again.

   The two guards actually came back to life and charged towards Ren Qing's cell.

   The cunning in Wang San'er's eyes flashed, and he nimbly avoided the Da Miao knife and bit Ren Qing's arm violently.

   Seeing that the die is about to touch each other, as long as it is contaminated with a little rat poison, even the ghost realm will still be paralyzed.

  Whoosh! ! !

  Wang San'er suddenly felt that his head became light, as if a cold light passed by him.

   By the time he was conscious, his head had already hit the ground, and the expression on his face after rolling for a few laps was incredible.

  Ren Qing turned around with the knife in hand.

  Two prison guards rushed into the cell, their bodies looked huge, and their momentum was also a little higher.

   But with the death of Wang San'er, the meatball jailer merged with the wall and disappeared.

   Only the monkey jailer is still trying tirelessly to attack Ren Qing.

  Ren Qing didn't care about the jailer, but focused on Wang San'er's corpse. Sure enough, strange creatures were born.

   It was a mass of cotton wool-like mud, as if mixed with countless scurrying mice.

  Ren Qing still stared at the strange thing, and his body instinctively avoided the slap from the ape.

   He felt that since the jailer placed the location for selecting the reserve in the Avici Hell, it meant that it must be able to deal with the strange things after the death of the monk.

   After a few breaths, a large mouth of blood appeared around the strange object.

   The half-meter-long tongue was tied to the strange thing, and no matter how much the latter struggled, it was useless, and was gradually dragged into the wall of flesh and blood.

  Good guy, the jailer is putting this Gu to support.

  Ren Qing cut off the monkey jailer's arm, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

   Use the Avici Hell in the Yangshen Realm to contain strange objects, aren't you afraid that the forbidden area formed after death will directly destroy the sky and destroy the earth?

  I don't know how many strange things have accumulated over the centuries...

  Ren Qing also realized that the jailer did nothing wrong.

  Although the forbidden area can become more terrifying after swallowing strange objects, it may not have obvious effect on the forbidden area of ​​Yangshen Realm.

  Raindrops can affect ponds and rivers, but they cannot shake the ocean, after all, the water level is unfathomable.

   And Ren Qing always felt that the jailer should have the means to take out strange objects, and he might need to go somewhere in Avici Hell.

   "But... Is Avici Hell so strange because the more spells you have mastered?"

  The strange thing was swallowed by the giant mouth.

  Ren Qing didn't respond. As long as he realized the secret of Wang San'er's possession, he was no longer interested in the rat infestation.

   Those possums are just a backup with memories.

   Even if it takes 30 days of lifespan, you have to think about it, not to mention that it takes a year of lifespan to pass through the strange things in the half-corpse realm.

Roar! ! !

  The monkey jailer stomped his feet again and again, his skin was flushed red, and his hair was standing upright.

  Ren Qing came back to his senses and looked at the monkey jailer with contempt.

   Even if the jailer is attached to Avici Hell and can come back to life, the increase in strength is not obvious, and it is still difficult to threaten him.

   swing the knife.

  The ape jailer was broken into pieces.

  Ren Qing stepped out of the cell, planning to look elsewhere.

   Song Zongwu did not tell him any information at all.

  Ren Qing now only knows that leaving Avici Hell is a condition for becoming a reservist, but it is still unknown by what means.

   He was going to find a monk to inquire about the news.

kindness.

   By the way, let's see if there is a suitable spell...

  Ren Qing walked through the aisle.

   He quickly found the traces left by the jailer with his heavy eyes, as if he was chasing a certain monk.

  Ren Qing followed the trace, and the sound of fighting went from far to near.

   He had planned to save people and win trust, but the monkey jailer recovered and followed, with an attitude of never-ending death.

   The monk not far away was surprised, and in his eyes, Ren Qing was clearly trying to bring misfortune to the east.

   He had no choice. After clenching his teeth and being hit by the jailer, he took advantage of his strength to turn into a fork in the road, trying to get rid of Ren Qing.

  Ren Qing sees this and speeds up.

   Is it an enemy or a friend, then let me see your spells.

  The two of them ran hard one after the other, and the surrounding environment changed, and it seemed that they came to a new area of ​​Avici Hell.

   Flesh is more distorted, even mixed with the remains of giant skeletons.

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   (end of this chapter)