Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Hearing the noisy noise outside. Qingxie Zong smiled, took the last gift from Nabulapu's claws, and put it on the end of his body.

"Okay, General, let's go." He pointed outside: "As you said, there are insects waiting for me outside."

Nabulapu said nothing and followed Qingxie Zong silently.

Qingxie Zong walked peacefully through the last section of the road, left the forbidden area, and then passed through a narrow corridor.

A mountain of meat fell into their eyes. Combined with the bone pillar, it looked like a plate of meat paste... probably with a few bones inserted for decorative purposes.

However, this was a normal scene.

Qingxie Zong waved his claws and greeted everyone.

But at this moment, he paused.

——What... unusual aura...

Qingxie Zong looked towards the center of the venue in confusion.

Because of the serious interference of immortal power on spiritual consciousness, he could not simply use spiritual consciousness to handle all this like the great masters of other planets.

And this abnormal behavior also made the brap turn his eye handle and aim at the back of Qingxie Zong.

There is no doubt that other masters farther away also noticed this.

Qingpus, who was directing the swarm of insects in the air, also slowed down his movements.

In fact, they originally had a plan of "being discovered by Qingxie Zong at the moment of assassination". They have thought of all possible situations-of course, it does not include the seemingly ridiculous possibility of the arrival of the evil demon from outer space.

However, Qingxie Zong's distraction lasted only a moment. He continued to wave his claws, and then inserted a pair of claws into the ground, as if he had no idea, and said: "Now, the ceremony begins!"

-Sure enough...

Qingpus sighed.

He knew that the master of Qingxie Zong has always been a planned insect. He rarely does useless things. Including every time he comes to preside over the ceremony. This ritual, for a moment, can add the power of ten thousand insects to one insect. Ordinary cultivators naturally cannot control such a huge power.

But Qingxie Sect can.

In fact, the general hill people's replacement ceremony is not so big. Under normal circumstances, it is just a hundred or so insects together to complete the ceremony.

In fact, such a large ceremony was only set up after Qingxie Sect unified the hills.

And Fu La was originally created to enforce similar laws.

——Master Qingxie Sect must want to use this ceremony to do something... to make some efforts that I cannot understand yet.

—— If this effort is to fight against the evil demons from outer space...

—— Therefore, even if I warn him, Master Qingxie Sect may not cancel this ceremony. Instead, it will expose himself. Moreover, if it fails this time, they still have the possibility of making a comeback.

—— And my best course of action is...

Qing Pu Si in the air had many dangerous thoughts in his mind. Fang Yezhao in the insect swarm used her claws to hit the spirit god and said, "You can let me go now."

When Qingxie Zong showed an abnormal look just now, Fang Yezhao trembled, and her claws shook, and she was about to rush out on the spot.

After all, Qingxie Zong's reputation of being invincible is too terrifying.

Luckily, at this moment, the spirit god who came out of nowhere suppressed her.

Fang Yezhao did not like this coerced posture, and was vaguely annoyed. But the spirit god suddenly shook. Fang Yezhao was hit by the spirit god in the insect swarm, and her whole body was in pain. She turned around and wanted to argue, but found that the spirit god had disappeared for some reason.

On the high platform at the entrance of the corridor, Qingxie Zong secretly calculated in his heart: "It seems that something that shouldn't come has come..."

However, the ceremony must not stop. He will soon face the aliens. At this time, even a little more strength is good.

However, what exactly was the dangerous aura that flashed by just now...

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After Fu La joined the meat mountain, the movement of the entire meat mountain changed. All the insects were automatically divided into several groups under the command, and surged in several directions in an orderly manner. Countless upright bone pillars also faintly merged into several concentric circles.

Then, countless insects rushed to the ten bone pillars closest to the core and climbed on them.

The tiny limbs under the bodies of these insects, although not as powerful as their chelicerae, are still strong. Even if the hardened tissue at the tip of their limbs cannot pierce the remains of the immortal, it is enough for them to hold on to it. The bone pillars in the middle were soon completely covered by the flesh worms, turning into red columns.

The flesh worms were not satisfied with the appearance of covering the bone pillars with a layer. More hill people grabbed the backs of their own people and continued to climb up. From a distance, it looked like the meat pillars were getting thicker.

Wang Qi, who was watching from a distance, noticed that the fleshworms that could occupy the top of the pillars were often "military" fleshworms with higher than average cultivation.

After one pillar was arranged, the pillars behind it were immediately sent forward. Under the squeeze of the insect swarm, the second circle of white bone pillars were transported and then stood on the first white bone pillar.

The warriors who had been prepared for a long time immediately hugged the second circle of pillars. Their last four pairs of limbs were still holding the first pillar, while the first three pairs of limbs, together with the main claws that had transformed into a broadsword, hugged the second pillar.

Steady.

The masters behind them fixed their connection with other compatriots in the same way. All the bugs hugged each other tightly, turning their flesh into iron hoops to tightly hold the two bone pillars.

Then, more flesh bugs rushed up and climbed on the second bone pillar.

Then, the third and fourth.

The bone pillars were pieced together in this way. And more bugs climbed on the bugs that had already climbed on the bone pillars. The ten flesh pillars became thicker and thicker, and gradually connected into one.

It was like a fleshy plant sprouting from the ground.

And the direction of growth of this "fleshy plant" was naturally the direction of Qingxie Sect.

More and more masters hid themselves in this line.

According to tradition, the closer the monks are to the bones, the stronger they are. And only the strongest warriors can occupy the place where the bones meet. Therefore, the tattoo masters did not worry that Qingxie Sect would see them at all.

"Oh my, what is this for? A fusion? Such an ugly shape, not fashionable." Wang Qi picked up small pieces of immortal tissue from the ground and ate them as popcorn.

He didn't understand what this ceremony was for. But it looked... at least not like a formal Shinto ritual.

More and more strong men chose a position close to Qingxie Zong and lurked near the skeleton. Only a few masters such as Kong Yuanzun were still surging with the insect swarm, hoping to find the area closest to Qingxie Zong himself.

They were the death squad responsible for the first attack. If they succeeded, everything would be fine. The others were responsible for "blocking the Son of Mist" and "preventing Qingxie Zong from escaping."

If Wang Qi knew about this plan of sitting in the well and looking at the sky, he would definitely laugh at it. No matter how shallow the Son of Mist's knowledge was, he was still at the level of an immortal. Under normal circumstances, he could easily destroy the circle of living beings. No matter how many Mahayana masters there were, they were not good enough in front of the Son of Mist. That is to say, the Qingxie Sect is stupid and the Son of Mist is stupid, so they were fooled by these idiots who couldn't even do an investigation. For a long time in the future, this prejudice could not be erased from Wang Qi's heart.

But these guys really moved forward with the tragic determination to die.

Qing Pu Si had also joined the insect swarm. He walked naturally, looking for his position, without communicating with Kong Yuanzun, and even without looking at Kong Yuanzun.

The last circle of bone pillars was very close to the Qingxie Sect. There were only two bone pillars in this fist, forming a hollow flesh pillar. At this time, this evil-looking thing was less than ten feet away from the Qingxie Sect. Nabrup also came out from the alien land behind the Qingxie Sect and jumped into the strange cluster of thousands of insects.

This was the first time that Kong Yuanzun observed the Qingxie Sect within three feet. At this time, all the people of the hills began to use their magic power, and countless spiritual lights flew up. In addition, due to the abnormal changes in spiritual power in the past few days, the spiritual consciousness, which was already not very useful, was suppressed again [they were used to the immortal power of the dead immortals and instinctively rejected Wang Qi's immortal power, and Wang Qi's immortal power constituted a more serious interference to their spiritual consciousness]. Therefore, it was unlikely that Qingxie Zong would see him directly.

This was the "time" given by Qiu Ling.

"Fate is also hinting to me. This time it will definitely succeed." The old man closed his eyes again.

And Qingxie Zong also slowly raised the two pairs of main claws and raised them above his head.

Then, with a light bump. A pair of musical instruments worn on the body made a melodious sound.

The sound was not loud, but at this moment, the originally chaotic swarm of insects was surprisingly peaceful.

Qingxie Zong once again looked at the strange object formed by the swarm of insects.

This is the hill or mountain in the belief of the people of Qiu Ling.

This is his hometown.

——No matter what, it must be protected...

Qingxie Zong slowly retracted his eye handles and continued to strike the musical instrument. His knocking seemed to have some kind of magic power, which gradually calmed down all the people of the hills.

"In ancient times, mountains fell from the sky." Qingxie Zong chanted slowly: "After that, there were thousands of people. The people of the hills replaced each other from generation to generation, living and working in peace and contentment. The old and the new have been replaced in ancient times, and they are replaced again now."

He stepped heavily and turned closer.

"The hills gave birth to me and raised me, and I dare not forget it. Now I return it temporarily, wishing the hills to last forever!"

As Qingxie Zong spoke, an inexplicable and magnificent force was used from the root of this huge group.

The magic power of countless hill people merged seamlessly, merged into one, and surged upward.

"Oh my god, what the hell..." Wang Qi was shocked. All the cultivators' magic power had a strong personal imprint, and there was no reason for such mixing.

But between breaths, he understood.

"So that's it..."