Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 261

  Chapter 261 Welcome to the gods here!

  Wu Quantum didn't care about his clothes, he put away the bronze mirror and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain.

   His expression was a little paranoid, and his emotions made his soul a little unstable.

   The disciples along the road saw Wu Quantum and hurriedly asked, but the latter ignored it and went straight to the farm in the distance.

  Qingsongzi had never seen Wu Quantum be so out of tune, he couldn't help but mutter a few words, and he couldn't help but want to chase after him to check.

   The Taoist priest beside him hurriedly stopped him, pointed at the many young children and said, "Uncle, it's time to check the Taoist resources."

   Qingsongzi glanced in the direction of the farmhouse and motioned for the young boy to lean towards him.

The scene where    was taught to the Taoist boy was very orderly, and the child was also yearning for the practice, and there was no crying at all.

  No Quantum went straight to the farm. His face flushed and he looked around, but there was no sign of fighting nearby.

  Although he didn't know Huang Qi's identity in Wuwei Taoist Temple, he could vaguely get a glimpse of it from the ancient books that recorded history.

   According to rumors, there is an immortal mountain in Wuwei Taoist Temple, which houses hundreds of caves, and the distribution represents 365 main acupoints throughout the body.

  The cave house is where the core disciples of Wuwei Taoism retreat, and they are called the three hundred and sixty-five earthly immortals by later generations.

   I don't know which earthly immortal Mr. Huang Qi is?

   Or maybe all the immortals on earth did not die, but now they have all come to Jingzhou, is it really going to return to the Taoist Temple of Wuwei?

  No Quantum became mad because of excitement, and his own breath could not help but radiate.

   He has a different body and soul, so he will focus on self-cultivation and self-cultivation on weekdays, so as to avoid accidents that lead to misunderstandings.

  No Quantum asked cautiously, "Uncle Huang Qi, are you there?"

  The cold wind blew, and a few unwintered mountain birds made hoarse calls.

   He was a little unbelieving. He carefully checked every inch of soil and every plant and tree several times, but still found no traces.

   "How is it possible, is it a hallucination?"

  No Quantum took out the Qiongtian artifact, and the result was that the bronze mirror was like a stubborn stone, no matter how much real energy was injected, there was no response.

   He became in a trance, and after standing for a long time, he unconsciously took out a piece of jade pendant, which contained information from Qingsongzi.

   Qingsongko asked about the situation around him and whether he needed to come to support.

  No Quantum shook his head dejectedly and slowly returned to the clearing at the bottom of the mountain.

   After all, he represents the headmaster of a sect, so he had to keep his spirit and whisper to the farmers, but he could clearly see that he had something on his mind.

  No Quantum pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, his eyes fell on the dozen or so young children, and his heart felt a little throbbing.

   "Perhaps Uncle Shi is inconvenient to show others, so he hides in the dark?"

   "It must be so."

  No Quantum quickly walked over to the young children and checked their root bone qualifications with his hands, but his expression couldn't help but bring some doubts.

   There are very few traces of alienation in young children. In theory, they can practice any spell, even some strange spells with high requirements.

   If only a single young child has a similar situation, it should be just a coincidence.

   But the physiques of more than a dozen people are similar, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible.

  Qingsongzi asked in a dreadful voice: "Senior Brother Wu Quantum, how come you look like those strange handwritings of Qingqiu?"

  No Quantum was dumbfounded, and his heart was washed away a lot because of the joy brought by Huang Qi.

  Qingyan is surrounded by a group of strange foxes on the Nanshan Mountain outside the town. They call themselves Qingqiu, and they especially like to collect children with less alienation.

   The children are then sold to various factions in exchange for resources.

  Qingsongzi saw that he was indifferent, and immediately said: "Senior brother, these children cannot be accepted."

  No Quantum gritted his teeth and said, "No, accept it, you must accept it!"

  Qingsongzi could see that Wuqun was confused and couldn't help reminding: "Senior brother, there are so many strange things in Qingqiu, even the mandrill cultivator dare not offend, you..."

"Are you crazy?!!"

   "Crazy…Crazy…Crazy…"

   The alienation traces on No Quantum's body began to deepen, which was a sign of losing control, and the breath became unstable.

   He closed his eyes in pain. Under the influence of the alienation of his body and soul, the few words he heard in the Taoist temple became extremely untrue.

   "Qingsongzi, I...I can't tell, am I really going crazy?"

  The farmers took a few steps back, and the scene became a little quiet for a while.

  Qingsongzi showed concern, and his right hand firmly grasped Wuqun's shoulder: "Senior brother, it's time for you to recite the morning lesson in front of the statue of Shizu."

   "Children, I'll accept it first, and then think about it after you calm down."

  No Quantum nodded vaguely, and walked towards the Taoist Temple in the mountains, but he was still muttering to himself.

"I'm mad?"

   "No, I'm not crazy."

  Qingsongzi greeted many Taoist boys who had just started to receive Taoist robes, while explaining that there was no quantum just a little discomfort.

   He spent a lot of time comforting the farmers.

   In fact, the so-called inspection qualifications, as long as the young children are not particularly eccentric, the Wuwei Taoist Temple will accept them.

   As for the physique of the natural spiritual roots, there is no single existence. It originates from the monks who once mastered the law of heaven, and their offspring may inherit it.

   But since the strangeness came, such physiques have become less and less.

  The crowd gradually dispersed, and the farmers began to work on their own again. After all, rice farming cannot rest for a few days throughout the year.

  Ren Qing walked around the Wuwei Taoist Temple, and then after casting the soul butterfly projection, he noticed that the group of young children had already worshipped the sect.

  He found a secluded place at will, and continued to perfect the fairy city that was imprisoned in his belly.

  Since it will be fully opened soon, Ren Qing naturally wants to reduce the flaws in Xianshi as much as possible, so as not to be noticed.

   And he also began to practice Diemeng's bizarre branch ability, trying to shorten the distance between the ghost city and the fairy city, so as to prepare for the future.

  Ren Qing closed his eyes and felt the collision and fusion of the three dream spells, making the position of the island in the center of the lake suddenly filled with a faint mist.

  Like a mirage, the vague appearance of the ghost city looms in it.

  Yuan Si and the two had already returned to Xianshi, and they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them. The street in the fog was like...

   Demons dance wildly! ! !

  I saw a weird-looking jailer holding a wriggling fetus.

   They gathered in an orderly manner, their faces were solemn but not afraid, giving a very terrifying suffocation.

  Ren Qing couldn't help being a little surprised. After glancing at the information stream, he said to himself: "It seems that the Jailer Hall is going to make a big move. The trading volume of the ghost market has suddenly skyrocketed, not bad."

  He earned several more years of lifespan through this. Although he was unable to participate in the mission, the benefits he obtained were real.

  Ren Qing maintained the mirage for a while, and was ready to cancel when he was a little tired.

   At this moment, the dream magic method sensed an obsession with him, and the other party seemed to be in a state of obsession while half asleep.

  Ren Qing frowned, and immediately used the ability to enter the dream of the Darkest Nightmare Lord.

   His consciousness came to the familiar Taoist temple, with a statue of Tian Daozi in the center, and Taoist ancestors and tablets on both sides.

  No Quantum closed his eyes and knelt under the statue of Tiandaozi, because of the alienation out of control, dark red blood oozes out of his facial features.

   "Master, I know that my abilities are limited..."

   "I'm just the headmaster recommended by the door. I can't leave the Taoist temple for the rest of my life, and I must be ready to sacrifice for the Wuwei Taoist temple at any time."

   Wu Quantum bit his lip unwillingly and said: "But I have seen Wuwei Taoist Temple hundreds of years ago in the classics, and that is called Xianzong."

   "It shouldn't be today's Wuwei Taoist Temple..."

   His eyes rolled randomly, his breath began to become disordered, cracks appeared in his meridians, and his dantian gradually swelled.

   "Master, this disciple really doesn't know if it's true or not, so I ask for guidance..."

   "The disciple is really tired."

  The chrysanthemum mouthpart of the quantum-free forehead stuck out his tongue and wrapped around his neck, as if he was about to lose control.

  Ren Qing shook his head slightly when he saw this, it was the first time he had seen him drive himself crazy.

   He pointed his finger out of thin air.

  No Quantum opened his eyes immediately, only to see a figure wrapped in black mist in front of him, his fingers on the position between his eyebrows.

   "The Dao produces the Dao, the inaction Dao..."

   A long sigh came.

  No Quantum trembled all over.

   He heard that the voice was Huang Qi in the Qiongtian artifact, and the alienation of his body gradually converged.

   Immediately afterwards, No Quantum seemed to feel that the soul was separated from the body, and the consciousness followed the figure wandering between heaven and earth, and finally came to the small island in the middle of the lake.

  No Quantum looked at the fog in confusion.

"This is……"

  The mist is fickle.

   He saw Song Zongwu with four arms and six eyes standing at the top of the dream tree, slapped his palm, and a terrifying air wave rolled up out of thin air.

   "A fairy on the ground?"

  Li Tiangang saw that Song Zong was not ready, so he no longer held back.

   He pulled out the paper from his head, and the huge sand boat appeared, and the bottom of the boat was also pasted with paper, which made the instrument have the ability to float.

   "Let's go, it's time to solve the restricted area for disaster relief, it can't be delayed."

The    horn sounded.

   The jailers showed their magical powers and jumped onto the deck of the sand boat.

   followed by a swarm of vines and insects.

  The wood is easily dragged by the branches of plants and stands on the largest sand boat.

   Li Yaoyang followed closely, his body was still crippled, but countless black beetles could be seen crawling through the gap.

  The white girl stepped on the ferocious flying sword, and behind it were the scabbards of more than a dozen strange fetal weapons, which set off the extremely evil aura.

   "Quack quack..."

  Ten let out a strange cry, and fluttered his wings to the edge of Avici Hell. With a forceful stroke of his claws, he opened the cracks leading to the restricted area.

  The sand boat sailed into the crack.

   Hundreds of jailers waving their wretched weapons and headed towards the restricted area for disaster relief.

   The mist dissipated.

  No Quantum noticed the fairy city he was in at this time, his expression was not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, but at least his soul no longer collapsed.

  Ren Qing waved his hand, making the quantum-free consciousness return to the body.

   The years have left no trace on the statue of Tian Daozi, as if the world is still the same.

   Without Quantum Kneeling dumbly, it took a long time for him to regain his senses. At the same time, he realized that he could go to the Fairy City at any time in his sleep.

  The alienation all over his body subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the chrysanthemum mouthparts on his forehead closed accordingly.

  No Quantum stood up and looked directly at the statue of Tiandaozi with clear eyes.

   As if he had just woken up from a big dream, he said respectfully, "This disciple has no quantum..."

   "Here we welcome the immortals on earth..."

   "Arrival."

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