The Secret Way of Immortality

A chilling wind blew, and as I looked up, I saw boundless darkness. The plants and trees were covered in flocculent dust, as if scorched by fire.

Through the thick dark clouds, I could barely see the dim sun suspended in the sky, indicating that it was not yet deep night.

Kaka… Kaka… Kaka…

The sound came abruptly, standing out starkly in the deathly silent environment.

When the clouds were blown away a little, the dark sun finally revealed itself, scattering silvery-white sunlight onto the ground.

A carriage laden with goods traveled from far away, heading into the depths of the darkness.

But unlike ordinary wooden carriages, this carriage was made entirely of flesh and blood, with human skin used as curtains.

It would be more appropriate to call it a "blood carriage."

The blood carriage was covered in muscular lines, and as the flesh-and-blood millstone-like wheels rolled, the muscles could be seen constantly tensing and relaxing.

The surface of the curtain was covered with black hair, which slowly floated up after a light breeze.

Another gust of wind swept through the mountains, exposing the "goods" inside the blood carriage, which turned out to be filled with countless severed limbs and fragments, the oozing blood absorbed by the blood carriage.

The blood carriage was not unmanned. There was a coachman sitting cross-legged outside the curtain.

One couldn't tell the coachman's age from his appearance, because his whole body was devoid of human skin.

He sat naked and bloody on the blood carriage, staring blankly at the reins that did not lead to any horses, occasionally pointing the way.

Such a bizarre scene did not seem to be in the human world, but rather in the boundless underworld.

A black-haired fly landed on the coachman's shoulder, and the latter began to impatiently shoo away the carrion beetles, muttering impatiently.

This showed that although the coachman's body was strange, he clearly had no cultivation at all.

The coachman muttered angrily, his words stiff and slurred, but he couldn't do anything about the flies, so he could only sigh.

His expression of annoyance was followed by him taking out a smoking pipe from the blood carriage.

The smoking pipe should have been made of white bone, the surface of which was very clean, and engraved with strange patterns, with both ends polished and drilled.

The coachman wiped the dust off the smoking pipe, sprinkled some brownish-yellow powder on the end, and then breathed a few breaths of hot air into the hollow.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…

A teeth-aching sound rang out, and a few sparks suddenly appeared in the hollow.

Seeing this, the coachman quickly filled it with some unknown dry grass, and wisps of white smoke drifted away, scaring the flies away.

He put the smoking pipe to his mouth and took a puff or two.

The smoke fell into his lungs, and warmth spread from his internal organs to his whole body, along with a slight tingling sensation, which made him feel refreshed.

When the sparks of the smoking pipe died out, the coachman reluctantly put it away.

As a result, the flies came to ruin him again, flying around his skinned body, wanting to lay their eggs in the warm and comfortable flesh.

The coachman cursed, got up, looked at the road conditions, and saw that the destination was in the distance.

He placed his palm on the blood carriage, groaned, and then veins and meridians stretched out from his body, and then connected to the blood carriage.

The coachman's flesh and blood flowed like liquid, and then was absorbed by the blood carriage, causing the wheels to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood carriage gradually accelerated, traveling smoothly on the muddy mountain road.

Just after passing through the withered forest, a thousand-meter-high wall came into view. The overall color of the wall was dark red, but because the distance was too far, it was impossible to see the details clearly.

A moment later, the blood carriage stopped a hundred meters away from the wall.

Only at close range could one feel the oppression brought by the huge object. Compared with the wall, the blood carriage was as small as an ant.

The wall was also made of flesh and blood, but covered with dense black hair, and vaguely, faces could be seen floating on the surface from time to time.

The coachman parked the blood carriage in place, and then retracted his arm.

The flesh and blood that had been absorbed by the wheels returned to his body, but his body was obviously thinner than before, and his expression became tired.

The coachman couldn't help shaking his head, then dumped the severed limbs and fragments from the blood carriage, which were mixed with several corpses.

After completing all this, he drove the blood carriage away from the wall in a hurry.

However, the coachman seemed to be consciously scattering white powder along the road, and from time to time he would turn his head to confirm that the powder was continuous.

The blood carriage then disappeared, and the black hair on the surface of the wall wriggled again, accompanied by bulges protruding and slowly extending towards the pile of corpses.

The wind howled, like lonely souls wailing.

Just as the bulge was about to touch the pile of corpses, a muffled sound suddenly came from not far away.

The protrusion was like a frightened bird, and hurriedly retracted into the wall. The black hair also returned to calm, and only the buzzing of flies could be heard.

An arm emerged from the soil, the arm was covered with human skin, and the skin color was obviously a healthy wheat color.

Then came another arm, and then even the head came out.

After Ren Qing was free from the shackles of the soil, he asked the ghost shadow to remove the soil from his body, and then looked around.

"What the hell is this place?"

His expression was a little surprised, after all, the wall in front of him was too shocking, and he was stunned for a few breaths.

Ren Qing's nose could smell the unique smell of the Black Goat.

The demonic aura contained in the air was trying to erode Ren Qing in every possible way, but even the outermost skin could not be broken.

Seeing this, Ren Qing calmed down instead. He first used the Disaster Elimination Technique to erase his own sense of existence, and then found a Taoist robe to put on.

His forehead wriggled, and five eyeball-like dream flowers grew out, resisting the demonic aura while constantly feeding back to himself.

Ren Qing had no idea that the pseudo-dragonized severed arm had accidentally come to the Beast Pen, but it didn't seem to be in the hinterland.

According to the records of the Non-Action Taoist Temple, the Beast Pen is occupied by the Supreme Demon.

The Heavenly Daoist should have traveled the Beast Pen with Chen Changsheng, and also obtained the Beast Pen technique, which started the destruction of the Non-Action Taoist Temple.

Ren Qing was not panicked at all.

He knew a lot about the Supreme Demon. Although the Black Goat's strength may be above the Earth Immortal, his thoughts were very chaotic.

The Supreme Demon is completely composed of countless monks fused together. As long as it exists, its strength will continue to grow.

It's a bit like the "collective consciousness" of the previous life.

Most of the actions of the Supreme Demon are very purposeful, including intervening in Jingzhou, which is completely based on expanding its power.

But it also shows that even if Ren Qing encounters the Supreme Demon, as long as he is careful enough, it is difficult to be involved.

After all, he can't even make the Supreme Demon interested.

But then again, the Beast Pen is located in the northeast of Jingzhou. Avoiding the battlefield of the Three Immortals is indeed a shortcut to return to Xiangxiang.

Ren Qing retreated hundreds of meters, and then checked his body.

After the pseudo-dragonized severed arm strayed into the Beast Pen, even if the demonic aura on the periphery was relatively thin, he was afraid of being accidentally eroded by the aura.

But to Ren Qing's surprise, there was no demonic aura residue in his body.

However, the instinct of the pseudo-dragonized severed arm is to drive away disasters and avoid misfortunes. If it encounters a danger that it cannot resist, it may have already escaped in the opposite direction.

Ren Qing had considered when separating the severed arm, and deliberately increased the pseudo-dragonized severed arm's resistance to alien auras. It seems that the effect is indeed good.

The pseudo-dragonized severed arm chose this place because the Beast Pen was unusually calm.

He moved his muscles and bones, and then summoned the information flow to check the various spells one by one, and couldn't help but secretly admire the magic of the Dead Without Life.

Ren Qing's body and soul, including the strange objects, were all in their most prosperous state, with no difference from before the suicide, as if it was just a big dream.

Even the Human Skin Book's adaptation to the external environment was perfect.

His lifespan was still over four thousand years, and he could be promoted to the Immortal Ascension Ladder in a month or two, and try to obtain the Immortal Ascension Technique of "Immortality."

It's no wonder that reshaping the body takes more than ten years, the effect is there.

Of course, the Dead Without Life is not without weaknesses. After all, it needs to be resurrected with the help of the remains of the body, and the effect of the supernatural power is greatly reduced immediately.

If Ren Qing had not given the Casket Dragon Roar that animated all things, he could only fix the severed arm in one place, and the variables would be too great.

The Casket Dragon Roar can at least ensure that the number of severed arms will never be small, and it will also move when encountering danger, which is undoubtedly much safer.

Mei Mei Mei…

At this time, the wall came with the sound of goats, and Ren Qing couldn't help but look back.

After the wall did not detect the aura of a living person, there were protrusions again, and they were ready to move towards the severed limbs and minced meat.

Ren Qing carefully observed the shape of the protrusions, which had the upper body of a black goat, while the lower body was trapped in the wall, struggling desperately.

[Demon Nest]

[Condensed by the Supreme Demon, the surface is the palace's fetal membrane, and the inner layer is filled with massive amounts of flesh and blood, which are used to breed living beings.]

Driven by the strong desire to eat, the half-bodied sheep gradually broke away from the Demon Nest, and suddenly the bleating of sheep rose and fell.

Under Ren Qing's gaze, humanoid creatures with the appearance of black goats were born, and then pounced on the severed limbs and minced meat to eat.

Ren Qing picked up the flesh and blood as if no one was there, and found that it seemed to be mixed with potions, which could negatively affect the intelligence of the eater.

After he noticed the traces on the ground, he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.

How does it feel that there are signs of civilization in the Beast Pen, and it seems to have developed a special set of rules unique to this place.

The black goats quickly finished eating the flesh and blood, and sure enough, they became a little muddled.

They followed the powder left by the blood carriage and walked along the mountain road towards the distance.

Ren Qing showed interest. At the moment when his body was revived, the time flow rate in the stomach world had recovered, and his lifespan was gradually approaching five thousand years.

In the past ten years, the Forbidden Corpse had already recovered, but the deformed organs were still a little weak and needed long-term nourishment and maintenance.

The only pity is that Ren Qing checked the Mirror World and found that the true body of the Laughing Lion Arhat was missing. It should be that the substitute had an accident.

However, it is impossible to chew more than one can swallow, and the three Heavenly Weird Realms are enough for the Forbidden Soldiers Hall to digest.

Ren Qing has now returned to the peak of his strength, and naturally intends to rush to the Immortal Ascension Ladder as soon as possible, so he must confirm the surrounding situation as soon as possible.

Starting from the civilization of the Beast Pen is a good choice.

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