Wang Song was furious. In his perception, the man in front of him had an ordinary aura, weak blood essence, and only had skin and flesh. However, he did not expect him to be so vicious and kill his own martial artist with a single palm strike!

His figure was like a hurricane, his palms flying and leaving afterimages, and he came in front of Li Qinglin, and suddenly pressed his palms downwards.

There was icy frost intertwined in the palm lines, quickly freezing the air.

The ends of Li Qinglin's hair were slightly white.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in this palm.

Li Qinglin's heart was heavy. In his heart, a trace of mercury blood began to burst out and swirl, transforming into endless strength under the cold blood-burning wood!

In an instant, Li Qinglin's muscles towered like a monster, and his pupils were red.

Boom! There was a loud explosion, and the terrifying force instantly smashed the floor. A figure quickly jumped out from the completely collapsed wooden house.

Li Qinglin's blood boiled, with a mouthful of blood in his throat, and he was shocked.

"A marrow-refining warrior is indeed terrifying. I am not even a match for him right now. Every time I take his attack, I almost burn a strand of mercury blood. Even krypton gold can't sustain that..."

After being hit by Wang Song, Li Qinglin seemed to be fine, even his skin was not broken, but his flesh and blood were secretly injured.

After all, he had just started to build up his muscles, and the strength of his flesh and blood and bones could not keep up with the level of his skin membrane. If he were to be hit by a blunt object or suffer a concussion, he would not be able to withstand it.

Li Qinglin didn't know that Wang Song was just as shocked as he was.

"How come his skin is so hard? Even the coldness of the marrow can't break it?!"

He didn't hide his weakness at all in that palm strike just now.

He even used the foundation of the marrow refining realm to pull the bone marrow to stimulate the wonderful intention and condense the icy air in his palm.

But the little thief’s skin wasn’t even broken?

"Hmph, you want to leave?"

Seeing Li Qinglin's figure escaping into the distance, he was like a ghost flashing outside the ruins of the wooden house and was about to escape.

Wang Song's eyes were cold, and he gestured with his hand, and archers came out one by one, drawing their bows like a full moon! But at some point, a light mist began to float in from the dense forest deep in the camp, and it became thicker in the blink of an eye.

The full moon was completely obscured, and the stars seemed to be falling.

The noisy sounds of insects and birds suddenly disappeared.

Only in the air, there suddenly appeared a Taoist temple that was almost suspended in the air.

"If you see an immortal who knows where to go, he will come and lead you to the temple."

A dreamlike sound came from the Taoist temple and spread faintly throughout the wilderness.

The attention of everyone in the camp was drawn to it.

Then the door of the Taoist temple opened silently.

A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, cloud shoes, and a jade belt around his waist stood outside the Taoist temple.

His eyes seemed to see through the calamity realm, saw through the torrents of time, and saw the reality.

“I am the Immortal Liquan. My master Shui Hengliu opened the mountain gate a hundred years ago to teach the method of becoming an immortal.

If you are lucky enough, you may come and climb the mountain! "

As soon as Master Liquan finished speaking, he saw layers of stairs appearing in the misty clouds, which seemed to be rising to the sky.

At the end of the steps is a fairy mountain.

The Taoist temple palace is like a star disk, cranes are flying in the sky, water is flowing and waterfalls are gushing out, and all kinds of rare and exotic plants can be seen everywhere.

Seeing this drastic change, everyone was stunned.

Wang Songdu stopped and looked at the ethereal fairyland with a look of horror. There was both covetousness and fear in his eyes.

"The calamity domain has actually expanded and started to affect reality?"

Perhaps because he saw that everyone was standing still, Liquan Zhenren spoke out the true scriptures and passed down the immortal text, "The way is so close, how difficult is it to learn to be an immortal? Collect the great medicine from the jade pot, and refine the elixir from the golden liquid. Explore the black pearl of the red water, and swallow it from the turtle and snake... You can also plant demons and forge gods."

Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to be bewitched and no longer hesitated. They rushed into the thick fog one after another, just to compete for the chance to become immortal.

Looking at this vast fairyland, listening to the chapter on becoming an immortal.

Li Qinglin frowned and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

Especially when he heard the words "plant the devil and forge a god", he turned around and ran without saying a word.

Wow, is this the chapter on becoming an immortal?

How come it was almost exactly the same as the method that Lu Zhangke used to deliberately harm him that day! The way of Shuihengliu Taoist Temple didn't seem to be right!

What is the origin of the immortal master who bestowed the ordination mentioned by Lu Zhangke? How is he related to this Liquan Zhenren?

Could it be that he secretly obtained the inheritance of the thousand-year-old Shuihengliu, but why did he not practice in silence, but deliberately spread this skill? Li Qinglin originally thought that the Cangtian Shulu Temple would stop for a while after three of the Ten Palaces Fire Heads were eliminated overnight under the joint suppression of the Wang Mansion and the government.

Unexpectedly, it seems that they are waiting here again! Li Qinglin would never believe that there is no deep connection between Cangtian Shulu Temple and Shuihengliu! "Bad luck, why are there these guys everywhere!"

Li Qinglin quickly returned to the tent, but did not see Wen Tiexin and the others. He was afraid that they had been lost in the riot.

Li Qinglin did not hesitate too much. He slung the beheading knife over his shoulder, carried the longbow on his back, picked up the snake meat in one hand, and ran away immediately. His speed was three times faster than when he was escaping from Wang Song's men.

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Clouds rise and mist lingers, and green mountains are endless.

The original Taoist temple has now become a mountain gate.

Zhenren Liquan has an otherworldly temperament, with a faint spiritual energy floating all over his body like light rain, and his clothes fluttering in the wind without being stained by dust. No matter who sees him, they will know that he is undoubtedly an immortal, and cannot help but kneel down to pay homage.

Wang Xian ran the fastest. He felt his body falling violently, and the scenery in front of him twisted and spun.

When I opened my eyes again, I had entered the disaster zone.

However, this time, the area and boundaries of this calamity domain have increased a lot, and the mountains in the distance are clearly visible with complete details.

But at this moment, Wang Xian couldn't care less.

He ran to Master Liquan and knelt down, his face full of respect, and his tone a little excited,

"Master, Master, I, Wang, come from a kind family. I have been searching for immortals for many years, and today I finally get to see the face of an immortal!"

Seeing Master Liquan's expressionless face, Wang Xian seemed to have thought of something and continued,

"I, by chance, happened to read a volume of immortality method from your sect. It has a profound purpose and teaches everyone. All you need to do is to pick the great medicine from others' bodies and take their hearts to forge your own divine will, and you can become an immortal. Please give me the subsequent skills. I will always remember your kindness and thank you endlessly."

Hearing this, Master Liquan seemed to react. He lowered his head and looked at Wang Xian with a dim gaze.

"So, you have secretly learned my immortal method, and even... are seizing the heart to forge the divine will?"

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, and replied subconsciously: "Please forgive me, Master. I really want to improve my cultivation!"

One by one, the martial artists and servants of the Wang residence appeared in the robbery zone and in front of the mountain gate, their eyes were confused, and they had not yet recovered from the dizziness.

Wang Song's eyes quickly focused and he gathered all his strength, looking alertly around him.

"Sir, you..."

Seeing Wang Xian kneeling before Master Liquan, Wang Song was about to say something.

Then Master Liquan stretched out his hand and touched Wang Xian's forehead...

A bluish-white light flew out from the real person's fingertips and shattered Wang Xian's brain into pieces in an instant.

Wang Xian’s eyes suddenly widened, and the expression in his eyes quickly dimmed. He fell to the ground in a depressed manner, his face still facing the direction of the fairy mountain.

The calamity realm seemed to be expanding, dragging real things in as well.

When Master Liquan saw the martial artist who had his heart taken away by Wang Xian, he frowned and looked unhappy.

“Seeking immortality? How dare a mortal without even an immortal root seek immortality! What a pity, a good low-grade water spiritual root was wasted like this, and died in the hands of someone who is not even an old body cultivator!”

"Damn it! Deserve to be killed! Death is not a pity!"

(End of this chapter)