Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 59 Your spells are mine

  The pattern of the silhouette can be vaguely seen as the pattern of the animal head, which is constantly aggregated and dispersed, which feels incompatible with the gluttonous method.

   In addition, Ren Qing also found the word "jailer" deep in the eyes of the opponent, which seemed to represent his identity in Avici Hell.

  Ren Qing remembered the twelve herbs growing in the restricted area for disaster relief on Huofeng Mountain.

   There are inexplicable similarities between the two.

   He couldn't help but think.

   Could it be that after the gluttonous method was promoted to Avici Hell, the space in the abdomen gave birth to the characteristics of a restricted area?

Roar! ! !

  The monkey jailer interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts, it escaped from the wall and rushed at a very fast speed.

  Unfortunately, in Ren Qing's eyes, the monkey jailer was at most the level of the first half-corpse, and even Song Rong, who was seriously injured and dying, couldn't compare.

  Damiao's sword was unsheathed, and the blade was just right to fend off the monkey jailer.

  Ren Qing took a half step back, but he didn't expect the monkey jailer's strength to be stronger than expected.

  The monkey jailer saw that the attack did not work, he became more and more impatient, and kept waving his hammer to Ren Qing.

  Ren Qing tossed and moved to avoid it, and at the same time, the double pupils of his eyes were brought to the extreme, trying to figure out who the jailer really was.

   Just as he was fighting, the head of a mouse protruded from the corner of the railing of the cell, which turned out to be a cat-sized possum.

  The possum's eyes were full of viciousness, and the slender tongue licked the tip of its nose.

  Ren Qing glanced out of the corner of his eye.

   When he noticed that there were living creatures in Avici Hell, he was immediately surprised, how could ordinary creatures survive in the internal space of Yangshen Realm.

  Ren Qing reacted immediately.

  This is probably from one of the monks, who controlled the possum to pass through the blood vessel railing.

   He didn't know the purpose of the other party, and he must have no good intentions. In that case, let's get rid of the jailer as soon as possible.

   The heavy pupils turned, and countless flaws poured into the eyes.

   With Ren Qing's strength now, he can easily seize the flaws to counterattack, and he doesn't even need to cast a werewolf.

   First a knife.

   Blood splashed from the joints of the ape jailer's feet, and it fell to the ground instinctively, but its claws remained in an attacking posture.

   Before his arm could touch Ren Qing, the long and narrow blade was already there.

  嗖…

   The sound of breaking the air sounded, the light of the sword flashed from the bottom to the top, the arm of the monkey jailer was neatly cut off by the roots, and a painful cry came.

   Blood rained down.

  Ren Qing also Xianxin used the tip of the knife to block the blood spots, so as not to be stained on his body.

   The possum outside had a blood-red ball in its mouth. Seeing Ren Qing chopping melons and vegetables facing the jailer, he hesitated.

   Immediately he remembered that when he entered the Jailer's Hall, Ren Qing's detached status was different from the rest of the monks, and his heart became extremely distorted.

  Why don't you have to practice the magic method of nine-death life, and you don't have to put on the appearance of being inhuman or ghost, and give me death to death! ! !

  The possum spit the ball into the cell.

The    ball shattered, and a pale yellow gas wafted out.

  The possum's face was full of pleasure, and then quietly hid in the corner of the aisle.

   But the situation in the cell was quite the opposite.

  Ren Qing did not contaminate himself with gas, and simply cut off the head of the ape.

  The corpse of the ape fell heavily to the ground, and then merged into the wall of flesh and blood, giving people the feeling of a strange thing indeed.

  Ren Qing wiped off the blood on the blade with a linen cloth, and patted the blood vessel railing with his hand, feeling far less tough than before.

   "Should be able to go out."

   bang bang bang.

   There was a slight vibration from outside the cell.

  Ren Qing saw the inconspicuous werewolf transformation of his limbs, his physique was instantly boosted, and his hands grabbed the handle of the knife fiercely.

   Slashes with a knife.

  The light of the knife is invisible to the naked eye.

   A white line suddenly appeared on the blood vessel, and then it was neatly broken into two pieces.

  Ren Qing stepped out of the cell, smelling a very strong blood in his nose, and it was also mixed with a rancid odor.

  The possum shuddered with fright, and his expression became gloomy.

   He never imagined that Ren Qing could escape from the prison so easily, and he suddenly regretted his actions just now.

   I'm afraid I'm going to get into trouble.

  Fortunately, the breath has been released, and it must be enough to attract the jailer.

  The vibrations intensified.

The    flesh ball-shaped jailer rolled, and it seemed to sense the breath, melted directly into the wall, and went to the cell where Ren Qing was.

  The possum hid in the shadow of the aisle, intending to wait for the jailer or Ren Qing to die before going out, so as not to affect himself.

   Although it is only a clone, if it dies, it will still affect the main body, and even cause the qi and blood to be backlashed.

   There was a lot of movement around the cell, but the possum was deeply surprised that it only lasted for a few short breaths.

   The previous jailer had fought against Ren Qing for a long time, so the newly-introduced jailer couldn’t hold on for even a moment, right?

   Anyway, let’s pass the message to the ontology first.

  The possum quietly crawled out of the corner after waiting for a while.

   But before he walked a few meters forward, he suddenly felt a shadow pressing down on him, and the slightest killing intent penetrated.

  The possum raised his head stiffly, and saw Ren Qing holding a knife and looking at him with an unpredictable smile on his face.

   The body of the meatball jailer was lying not far away. It looked like it had been cut in half with a single knife, and the incision was extremely flat.

"how is this possible……"

  The possum stood in stunned place, and was immediately grabbed by Ren Qing's right palm, and its eyes became swollen due to the pressure of strength.

  Ren Qing called out the information flow.

  【Wang Saner】

  【Age: Thirty-six】

  【Shouyuan: Eleven Years】

  [Surgery: Rat Suffering Judgment (Rat Mother)]

  【Created by a plague Taoist, to practice this method, you need to take a special plague poison for 16 consecutive days, and you can only practice it until your body is not dead from the poison. 】

  Ren Qing pondered a little, and remembered that there was a similar unruly gang in the east of the city, specializing in some indiscriminate theft.

   seems to be called "Sludge Club".

  Wait, if a monk died in Avici Hell, he should have given birth to strange things, right?

  Wuhu! ! !

   Then you can choose the spell that suits you...

   He deliberately did not use all his strength, so that the possum turned into minced flesh and fell to the ground, barely letting out a shrill cry.

   At the same time, the rustling movement could be heard in the distance of the aisle.

  A dozen possums got out of a cell somewhere, trying to get away.

   "Ha, there is not even a fork in the vicinity, where can you escape?"

  Ren Qing exerted force on his legs, held the knife in three steps and charged forward in two steps, almost every time he swung the knife, he could accurately slash a possum.

   The screams kept echoing.

   It only took half a cup of tea, and the corpses of possums were already all over the ground, but they were swallowed up by the wall of flesh and blood in a moment.

  Ren Qing followed the traces to the cell where the possum drilled out.

   Inside was a thin, scrawny man, who only had air in but not out.

  The man stared at Ren Qing in horror.

   Then his mouth opened wide, and a possum weighing four or five pounds slowly climbed out of the esophagus and ran out of the cell.

   (end of this chapter)