MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 578 The black goat has become a Buddha (2 in 1)

  Chapter 578 The black goat has become a Buddha (two in one)

  No one knew the reason, and the rumors about the heavenly court became more and more evil.

   It is said that the Heavenly Court possesses the Taoism of countless ancient gods and gods. Now that they are born, they will gradually spread out and reconnect the broken road to immortality.

  Currently, the actions of Heavenly Court do have a similar trend.

  In the places where casual cultivators gather, there are frequent descendants of immortal gods, guiding casual cultivators to find the inheritance of becoming immortals and attaining the Tao.

   But what makes Ren Qing feel very strange is that everything is actually done by the fake heaven.

  The Fake Heavenly Court’s approach is extremely radical, but the target is only casual cultivators, as if they are monks who intend to suppress the low realm.

  Ren Qing sent out quite a few monks, but he couldn't find any trace of the false heaven.

  The means of the false heavens are extremely concealed, and it seems that they also have the ability to seize the house similar to the demons, which can make the heavens appear in all parts of the world.

  In the middle of every month, the black market at Lingshanding will open on time and on time, so more and more casual practitioners are attracted.

   Funo squatted in the black market, with bundles of herbs placed on the wooden platform in front of him.

   According to the requirements of the mission, he would go there every time the black market opened, and occasionally sold some resources, acting as a second-hand dealer.

  When the news of False Heaven’s recruitment of disciples was overwhelming, the casual cultivators at Lingshan Peak suddenly became a mixed bag.

  Therefore, the black market has gathered a large number of casual cultivators who have touched the fate of immortals, and there have been several fights in the dark, and deaths and injuries are common.

  In a tense atmosphere, casual practitioners who want to seek self-protection inevitably hold together for warmth and use various means to enhance their strength.

   With Ren Qing's acquiescence, Funo went to Dream City to wholesale a large amount of resources "Sarcoma grass", and sold them in the black market.

  The function of sarcoid grass is that within three days after taking it, any wounds will multiply at a speed of several times.

  The medicinal effect of the blood tumor fruit can strengthen the body, suppress the uncontrolled alienation to a certain extent, and even have a weak life-prolonging effect.

  For the Jail Hall, blood tumor grass is a very shallow resource.

   Originated from the behavior of selling their own organs when the monks in the Jail Hall lacked resources, the blood tumor grass was cultivated by some alchemists.

  Ren Qing hinted that Funo was selling blood tumor grass in order to attract more casual practitioners and force the fake heavenly court to show up on Lingshan Peak.

  At the same time, he really intends to control the black market and let many casual practitioners become his eyeliner.

  Funo made no secret of Tianting's identity, and raised his revealed cultivation base from the ghost envoy realm to the Yangshen realm. Putting it in casual cultivation, it is already a fearsome existence.

   It is also because of Funo that the operation of the black market can proceed smoothly.

  Funo made a small fortune, and by the way, he was able to monitor the movements of the black market. He was happy to see it, so he set up a stall on time every month.

  He didn't bother to yell, and threw bundles of blood tumor grass in front of him.

  When casual cultivators came to inquire about the price, Funo would enthusiastically tell the effect of the blood tumor grass and what medicine to use to make the blood tumor fruit growing in the wound more plump.

  Funo, who was originally pure in nature, has shown some potential for black businessmen.

  Sitting in the Yangshen Realm of the black market, they dare not offend Funo at all. They have nothing to do with the masters of the black market.

  They doubted whether Funo was born in the Heavenly Court, but the strength shown by the latter inadvertently clearly surpassed the scope of Yangshen Realm.

  After the black market has hematoma fruit, casual cultivators can conceive three of them every month. You only need to pay attention to your body, and the disadvantages of the impact are very slight.

   It can be seen from this that with the current size of the Jail Hall, it is a rare opportunity for any resources to leak into the hands of casual cultivators.

  As Ren Qing expected, the number of casual cultivators who came to Lingshan Peak has exceeded a thousand.

  Funo honestly conveyed the information in the black market, and didn't even keep the price difference he made by relying on blood tumor grass.

  Seeing that Blood Tumor Grass has penetrated into the hearts of casual practitioners, Funo retired behind the scenes.

  Ren Qing practiced in seclusion while distractedly paying attention to Lingshanding. According to the law of the false heavenly courts appearing several times before, the number of Lingshanding is definitely enough.

  If the False Heaven really wanted to be afraid of the Jail Hall, they wouldn't consciously use their names to show others.

  Ren Qing felt that the time was ripe, so he used the demon to seize the house, and sent a ray of celestial ghost bacteria soul to the black market on the top of Lingshan.

  Light and shadow are distorted, and the long snake made of dragon limbs is rolling in the thick fog.

  Because of the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, the breath of the dragon's limbs is extremely weak, not even as good as a half-corpse cultivator in the black market.

  A moment later, Mr. Polaris' vest came down to the top of Lingshan.

  Ren Qing frowned and looked around, noticing a lot of weird things.

  The dense fog was not formed by magic, but the source came from deep in the soil, and the whole mountain could be seen breathing like a living being.

   "It seems that half a year ago, the Dragon King of the Four Seas of the False Heaven appeared for the first time, and it was indeed accompanied by fog. Could it be some kind of magical influence?"

  Ren Qing came to the black market and looked at all kinds of casual cultivators, many of whom were wearing Taoist robes with the words "Heavenly Court".

  The shoulders of every rogue cultivator grow the fruit of sarcoma.

  They are willing to be a hotbed of sarcoma fruit, just in exchange for few resources, like the prison hall in the Xiangxiang period.

  Ren Qing walked around the black market and found that the reputation of Tianting is very terrifying, and Sanxiu already has a complete mythology system in his mouth.

  There are various rumors that the Jail Hall once participated in Jingzhou's branch monks.

  Ren Qing frowned after hearing this, the fake Heavenly Court was clearly fueling the flames, deliberately increasing the reputation of the Heavenly Court in this world.

  They should want to force the Jail Hall to give up the title of Heaven.

  Ren Qing came to Funo's side. Funo was talking with a talkative old man. The old man should be a representative of casual cultivators, and the cultivation base of the first-time Yangshen realm is relatively vain.

   "Funo, count the number of casual cultivators in each realm in the black market."

  Funo was taken aback by Ren Qing, and when he saw his body flickering with distorted light and shadow, he realized that it was Mr. Polaris who came.

   "I have seen the Arctic Immortal...I will do it immediately."

  The old man’s face is full of incredulity, is there such a disparity in the status of Lord Polaris in the Heavenly Paradise...

  He hurriedly saluted respectfully, and then noticed that the casual cultivators around him had been ignoring Mr. Polaris, and the crowd kept coming and going.

  Before the old man could say anything, Ren Qing's figure disappeared in place again.

  The mist enveloping the top of Lingshan suddenly changed its color slightly, from the silvery gray illuminated by the moonlight, to the dark green like the water of the underworld.

  Ren Qing had a sneer on his face, the aura of this spell was really abrupt, as if it appeared out of nowhere, which shows that the fake heaven has been planning for a long time.

   Sanxiu fell to his knees piously, and couldn't help but sing praises to the heaven.

   Such a vision lasted for several hours. During this period, hundreds of casual practitioners came to the top of Lingshan Mountain, most of them were casual practitioners in the ghost realm.

  They hid everywhere in the black market, ignoring casual cultivators looking for deals, waiting for the rumored appearance of the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

   It is said that the Heavenly Court recruits hundreds of disciples every time, and goes to the blessed land to practice in the caves and explore the immortal way of immortality.

  Ren Qing noticed an acquaintance in the casual cultivator who came here.

   I didn't expect that the elephant master, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, would go to the top of Lingshan, where casual cultivators gathered. He must have come for the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

  All the casual cultivators have different ideas, and some of them came to buy the blood tumor fruit.

  Ren Qing stared at the dense fog, and the fake heaven was about to emerge, but he still didn't show up, it seemed like he was deliberately delaying.

   Time passed slowly.

  Ren Qing suddenly smelled a strange rancid smell in his nasal cavity.

  The rancid smell is very faint. If Ren Qing hadn't mastered the corpse capital, he would be extremely sensitive to the breath of the undead, and even the Paradise of Heaven would not be able to distinguish this special smell.

  He looked at the sky above the top of Lingshan Mountain, there was a faint black shadow stirring in the dark clouds, and the Yan Zumai started to work inexplicably.

  Funo looked at Ren Qing suspiciously, and said softly, "Dragon King of the Four Seas?"

  Ren Qing didn't answer, but kept staring at the dark cloud. He already understood who was behind the fake heaven, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

   While he was watching, a giant snake-like dragon emerged from the clouds.

   There was an exclamation from the black market, Sanxiu's eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement, and he greedily breathed in the dark green fog.

  They don't know when there will be more and more simple spells in their minds.

  The requirements for the cultivation of spells are not high, but it is somewhat strange that the physique must be half human and half corpse.

  However, when Sanxiu noticed that the upper limit of spells could reach the Yangshen realm, all the disadvantages were no longer important, and he couldn't help cheering.

  They greedily breathed in the dark green corpse gas, abscesses appeared all over their bodies, and their internal organs showed varying degrees of decay, but it has to be said that the spells were indeed not hidden in the slightest.

  Ren Qing squinted his eyes, it was obvious that the corpse dragon was created by a nameless hand, and it was probably made up of the flesh and blood of the corpse fairy.

   Wuming's plan for becoming an immortal has already begun to ferment.

  There are frequent incidents of using the name of heaven in various places. Most of them should be done by nameless people, and a small part of them are fishes in troubled waters.

  The owner of the black market is likely to be just one of the casual cultivators controlled by Wuming with the corpse fairy. For Ren Qing, there is nothing to fear.

  The technique taught by Anonymous is the "Bone Technique" that was split from the Dead Man's Book.

etc…

  Ren Qing realized that Wuming's behavior was mainly to spread the Dead Man's Book, in order to allow more monks to master the Dead Man's Book.

   Wuming might not be able to take the initiative to get rid of the parasitism of the corpse fairy, so he had to use tens of thousands of casual cultivators to find opportunities to kill the corpse fairy.

   Before Ren Qing could make a move, the elephant master took the lead in chasing after the corpse dragon.

  As a result, as soon as the elephant master approached within a hundred meters, the corpse dragon showed a tendency to collapse in body and soul, and it turned into a large number of corpses and fell down in just a few breaths.

   "What heaven, you use flesh and blood puppets to bluff people..."

  Elephant Lord snorted coldly, revealing his cultivation in the Heavenly Paradox Realm, and he walked away in a huff, shattering the surrounding mountains.

  Ren Qing turned around and said to Funo: "I will contact the ghouls in the corpse department. Funo, you can go directly to Dream City to ask them for resources."

"what?"

  Since Wuming wants to spread the Sutra of the Dead, Ren Qing has no reason to stop it.

  Both can get what they need. Ren Qing is very interested in the corpse fairy's "ghost fairy", and wants to see how Wuming can kill a true fairy in its heyday.

  But for the time being, Wuming will not do anything, at least until he finds a suitable fairy position.

  Ren Qing decided to let the dead be fermented, but it does not mean that he will not deal with the incidents of the fake heaven. After all, many of them are not anonymous impostors.

  He chatted with Funo a few words, let Feng Kong people control the black market as soon as possible.

  Ren Qing doesn't mind, and uses the black market to sell techniques to boost Yin Qi, so that more casual practitioners who have entered the Book of the Dead can become undead.

  As Fengdu Corpse Emperor, the Book of the Dead was completely restrained by the Celestial Throne.

  The more zombie monks there are, they will not be able to shake Emperor Fengdu, and the final outcome is nothing but bones under the throne of bones.

  Wu Ming reminded Ren Qing very well that there is no need to send monks all over the world, and intelligence can be collected through the black market.

   Don't look at the low strength of casual cultivators, but the number is there.

  As long as the established black market is widely distributed, casual cultivators will naturally send news from all over the place to Ren Qing's ears.

   Seeing this, Ren Qing posted a task in Dream City.

   There are some monks in the Jail Hall, who like to buy and sell. How could they miss the opportunity to cut leeks.

   It didn't take long for black markets to appear on the fringes of some areas.

  In terms of business, the monks of the Jail Hall have the entire Dream City as their backing, and they are born invincible and can easily stir up prices.

  The only thing to be careful of is the trouble of gangsters eating gangsters, after all, the Jail Hall has too few high-end combat power.

  Ren Qing specially released hundreds of fungus souls to analyze clues from all over the world, and find out the content that is useful to him.

  He gradually opened up the quota of the Little Heavenly Court, and successively drew selected monks into it.

  The Elephant Lord has been searching the Heavenly Court, and seems to want to inquire about the news about Mrs. Bone, but just a few days after leaving Lingshanding, his consciousness was pulled into the Small Heavenly Court in his sleep.

  His image in the Little Heavenly Court is not like a human, but an ordinary hunter.

  The elephant master was extremely surprised by the existence of the small heaven.

  The main reason is that the Little Heavenly Court is extremely real and cannot be shaken by the Paradoxical Realm, which adds a bit of unspeakable credibility virtually.

  The Elephant Lord saw Mrs. Bones, whom he hadn't seen for several years, in the Heavenly Court. He couldn't help but sigh, and stood there for a long time.

  But at this time, Mrs. Bone is almost at the position of the palace of the Ministry of Plague.

  The Elephant Lord is more than half a day's journey away from Mrs. Bone, so he can only move as close as possible to the palace of the Ministry of Plague, in order to let the other party notice him.

  It's a pity that the voice is judged in the heavenly court, and yelling is of little use.

  Madam Bone looked devout, carefully cleaning up the debris in the temple, and placed broken statues of gods in front of the door.

  The surface of the **** statues is engraved with words, and it is not surprising that they are all kinds of ascending immortals.

  If Mrs. Bone has obtained a treasure, even if she keeps the missing method of ascent to immortality in her heart.

  The source of ascending to the immortal method is naturally directed at ghosts and immortals. Even if Mrs. Bone can practice, she will inevitably become Ren Qing's favorite in the end.

  She completed the secrets of thousands of years ago in her mind through the wreckage and fragments of the temple.

  The history of Heavenly Court fabricated by Ren Qing is a mythical story combined with previous lives. It has been baptized for thousands of years. Even if there are loopholes, most of the content can be justified.

   What shocked Mrs. Bone the most was that according to the murals recorded in the temple, the bodies of the three ancestors were all indescribable monsters.

  Yuanshi Tianzun is like an ever-spreading bubble; Daode Tianzun is an amorphous black mist; Lingbao Tianzun is covered with countless strange limbs.

   "Could it be that the Heavenly Court was destroyed by the three ancestors who went crazy?"

  Madam Bone stared at the mural and couldn't help falling into a daze. At the same time, she felt a dull pain in her head, as if recalling her experience of being in contact with the Dao of Heaven.

   While she was in a daze, Xiangzhu came to the palace of the Ministry of Plague.

  The invisible position no longer restricts the consciousness of the monks. Except for the Leibu palace guarded by the Fengkong people, they can travel freely to other places in the heaven.

  The magnificence of the small heaven made Mrs. Bone unable to extricate herself.

  Xiangzhu is also terrified of the history shown in Tianting, and the amount of information at the tip of the iceberg may even involve the Three Daozu.

  Madam Bone took a deep breath, and then asked: "Master Xiang, you should have come into contact with Daode Tianzun before, isn't it the strange appearance recorded in the heavenly court?"

   "I don't know. No monk can look directly at the Three Dao Patriarchs. I just caught a glimpse by accident, and I almost lost control of my body and soul."

  How did the elephant master know that Ren Qing could not only look directly at the Three Dao Patriarchs, but also maintain a clear consciousness, from which he suddenly realized the method of ascending to the immortals.

   "Ms. Bones, where is your body stuck?"

  Mrs. Bone's expression tightened, thinking of the dark and damp third floor of the underworld, even if she could escape from the cage, she couldn't escape completely.

   "Never mind that."

   "Now that the Heavenly Court has been born, chaos is likely to follow. If possible, it's better to lean against the big tree."

  The Elephant Master talked about the incidents that have happened to the outside world in the past few years, and he can feel the undercurrents of all forces, and there is indeed a catastrophe that is about to be born.

  Madam Bone looked towards the small heaven, and there were more and more figures inside.

  When they saw the Immortal Ascension Method engraved on the surface of the statue, they would definitely go crazy because of this, and they didn't know how many creatures would be involved.

  The True Immortal Buddha, who could not be seen for hundreds of years before, shows up frequently now, and even fights together.

  Crisis represents opportunity, but when the world is afraid of crisis that day, the opportunity may be enough to reshuffle the world.

   bang bang bang...

  Ren Qing felt the ground vibrate slightly in the dragon's blood sea area.

  He hurriedly communicated with the eyeliner in Jingzhou, and found that the blood moon in midair was pure black, and the overwhelming heavenly demon aura was suffocating, but the Dingguang Buddha aura could not be felt at all.

  The corner of Ren Qing’s mouth twitched, either Dingguang Tathagata has been wiped out by the Supreme Demon, or...

  The blood moon fell to the ground like a meteor, the surface was full of pits and depressions, and a thousand-meter parasitic heavenly worm could be seen inside.

  Boom! !

   There was a deafening explosion, and there was a deep pothole on the ground. The blood moon was inlaid between the mountain peaks, and countless granulation sprouted on the surface, absorbing the nutrients of the surrounding vegetation.

  The hills transformed by the mistress of the hive all bulged up at the same time.

  But instead of moving closer to the blood moon, they spread out in all directions.

  Ren Qing swallowed, her first reaction was to evacuate the dragon's limbs, and by the way, ingest the nearby out-of-town monks into the stomach world.

  In the clouds, there is a four- to five-kilometer Buddha sitting cross-legged in the air.

  Dingguang Buddha fingered a flower, wearing a pure white cassock robe, like a real Buddha breath radiating from all parts of his body.

  But as the Tathagata of Buddhism, the body is the supreme demon. There is nothing more absurd than a black goat wearing cassock.

  After the Supreme Demon assimilated Dingguang Buddha, he escaped and returned to the animal pen.

   【A bit stuck, my head hurts】

  

  

  (end of this chapter)