Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 187 Win and Lose

  Ren Qing forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then arranged the venue together with the jailer, intending to complete the final conjuration.

  The black goat is constantly eating flesh and blood, which also means that the cool soul is gradually bred.

   Even if it is a bad situation at this time, I can't help but feel nervous.

   The fungus fog covering the Nether Feather Land is getting more and more evil, and occasionally you can see blurry pictures of dozens of people hanging themselves, I don’t know what it means.

   The only thing that is fortunate is that there is no other abnormality, and it can only be attributed to the impact of the completion of the soul of King Jizo.

   didn't take much time.

  Because of the spell, the black goat has been transformed into a deformed mass of about ten meters, thereby forcibly giving birth to a cool soul.

  The black goat was placed in the open space away from the brain tree, surrounded by magic protection.

  Everyone has done everything they can, and then to see if the dream bead is effective against the fungus tree, they drove the camp towards the entrance and exit.

  The fungus tree seems to sense the breath of the cool soul, and uses its roots to approach the black goat, trying to find the source of the false soul.

   Fortunately, the black goat has magic to hide.

   The wind howled.

   heralds upheaval.

  Ren Qing stood on the city wall and looked at the mushroom mist, and the fluctuations became more and more turbulent.

It is unknown whether the   bacteria mist is caused by the pseudo-soul, but the pattern formed is strange, even like a mirage.

   Later, the patterns formed by the fog described various suicides, such as cutting veins, hanging, taking poison, throwing into rivers…

   In the end, under Ren Qing's astonished eyes, the fungus mist turned into a hazy giant.

The    giant is like lying flat in the air, only vaguely seeing the outline, but not knowing the physical features.

   No matter what angle the jailer looked at, the giant's position would not change in the slightest, as if it were adjusting with the movement of the camp.

  Ren Qing still has a strong sense of familiarity in his heart, and the thoughts in his mind seem to be coming out, but it seems to be separated by a layer of window paper.

  The camp came to a stop within a kilometer from the entrance and exit.

  Li Tiangang closed his eyes and rested.

   He quietly waited for the result of the fermentation, and he didn't need to keep anyone next to the black goat, because now he mainly watched the real Dameng.

   What is certain is that since the pseudo-soul in the fungus tree lacks the ghost spirit, it will definitely fight against the brain tree.

   But if the resurrection of Jizo King fails, although there is a way back, it will be a dead end.

   After the black goat reached its peak, it began to collapse, and the breath of the cool soul came out.

The    fungus tree apparently discovered this, and the root system wrapped around the black goat, absorbing it without giving the cool soul a chance at all.

  Dream beads are mixed with them, and they are naturally absorbed by the fungus tree, thereby integrating into the pseudo-soul.

  Ren Qing's Heavenly Dao Dream Seed didn't dare to move at all, for fear of being noticed.

  Suddenly, the land of Mingyu shook.

   After the brain tree in the distance felt threatened, it tried to call the hordes of monsters again.

   But at this moment, the grains of Tai Sui in the mushroom mist fell like raindrops.

  Li Tiangang said in a deep voice, "Hold your breath!!"

  The head in the jar casts a spell, and the giant glass bottle of more than ten meters buckles the camp so that the fungus mist cannot penetrate.

   After those strange creatures touched the mushroom mist, the flesh and bones of their bodies melted, and they were immediately absorbed by the Land of Nether Feather.

   Not long after, there were fewer and fewer strange things that could be seen in the land of Mingyu, and grains of Tai Sui began to be mixed in the soil.

  The sound of ground breaking sounded one after another.

  The fungus grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon reached several meters, and the land of Mingyu was completely transformed into Taisui Forest.

   The guards present knew that such earth-shaking changes could not be unfounded, and they all chose to be on guard.

  Ren Qing couldn't help closing his eyes and communicated with the heavenly dream seeds in the fungus tree.

   Through the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed, he found that the pseudo-soul itself had not changed because it was still inferior to the Nether Spirit.

   Maybe the vision of the fungus tree has nothing to do with it?

  The fungus tree walked towards the brain tree, and it was like a duck in water in the Taisui forest.

   On the contrary, many branches of the brain tree have been parasitized by fungi, and even their body shape has shrunk, indicating that they are very unsuitable for the environment.

  Boom!

  The roots of the fungus tree entangled the brain tree with force, and soon pierced into its body, depriving the opponent of nutrients to strengthen itself.

The   brain tree has no power to fight back at all, and the situation has already been adjusted.

  Ren Qing was able to perceive that the pseudo-soul of the fungus tree was gradually being replenished, and the real Dameng was also vaguely beginning to exert influence.

   The fungus tree stopped when there was only an empty shell left in the brain tree.

   The pseudo-soul gradually regained consciousness as if it had just woken up from a dream.

"who I am?!"

  Mushroom Tree looked down at its deformed roots and fell into a moment of confusion.

   "Am I human..."

   A lot of fragmented memories flooded his mind, some about the land, some about Django, and even the Son of Heaven.

   Memories are mixed together, making the fungus tree extremely painful.

   The things in his eyes are only grotesque, the Taisui forest is black and white, and there is no life, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

  The fungus tree covered the face with its roots and began to tremble.

   "Who is it!!"

   It couldn't accept that it turned into a monster, and stumbled towards the entrance and exit, spreading cracks in the ground as its roots moved.

  Li Tiangang said, "Everyone get ready."

   The jailers began to get ready to go. If the fungus tree came, they would definitely meet them. If they wanted to stop the opponent, it would inevitably be a fierce battle.

   "Wait, he seems to be waking up."

  Ren Qing said inexplicable words, and his expression became complicated.

   He suddenly realized why the mushroom mist in mid-air showed such a strange way. It was probably formed by an unconscious convergence...

   "Who is in my body, come out."

  The roots of the fungus tree stopped, and the face of the trunk couldn't stop vomiting.

   Possums like a tide burrowed out of it, but they died as soon as they came into contact with the fungus mist, and the corpses piled up.

   seems to be still proceeding according to the plan, the jailer is staring intently.

  Ren Qing pinched a Tai Sui grain with his fingers, and he did perceive the strangeness through the dream seed, which was similar to the breath of dream beads.

   is too absurd.

   It's impossible that the real Dameng is controlling every Tai Sui dream.

The vision formed by the   bacteria mist was not influenced by King Kizang or the monks of the Heavenly Treasure Realm, but the aggregation of countless dreams.

  Ren Qing found that because of the passage of time, the giant composed of fungus mist became more and more real, which verified the conjecture in a sense.

   He opened his mouth wide.

  What the **** is Da Mengren doing?

  The possum corpse gradually decayed and formed a structure similar to mycelium, slowly growing a finger-sized bud.

   That is the new brain tree of Avici Hell, and it is also the purpose of the Jailer Hall’s plan for decades.

   As long as the buds grow completely, they can replace the brain tree that is about to decay, and the Jailor Hall can completely control the Avici Hell.

  Ren Qing did not hesitate to contact the pseudo-soul that was about to disperse with the Heavenly Dao Dream Seed. Although the latter resisted, it seemed that he felt the Heavenly Dao Law and was soon contained by the magic weapon.

  Li Tiangang nodded and said, "Listen to my arrangement, the jailer of the ghost realm will be removed from the jailer's hall, and a few of us will stay here to guard."

   The head in the jar said in a relaxed tone: "I will also go to the jailer's hall, and the situation should be relatively stable next time..."

   Before he finished speaking, the light and shadow in the Flesh Plain distorted.

   The mushroom mist was surging, and Dameng Zhenren actually appeared beside the tender sprout.

The state of   Dameng's real person is a little weird, and his figure appears to be extremely unstable, and it seems to be constantly transforming between reality and reality.

   He bent down and stared at the sprout, then made an unexpected move.

The    palm quickly shot out, Dameng Zhenren actually strangled the bud in the cradle, and the new soul disappeared.

   Li Tiangang widened his eyes and looked at each other in disbelief.

   Although the origin of Dameng Zhenren is very mysterious, all the jailers should have the same interests, how could this be the case.

   Song Zong was expressionless and stern.

   He reacted the first time, and ran his feet in the direction of the brain tree.

   The brain tree is still lingering.

  If the brain tree is killed again because of this, I am afraid that the entire Avici Hell will cease to exist, and the Damengren must be stopped.

   "Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life."

   A long sigh came, and Damengren disappeared instantly.

   Immediately after the storm, the giant formed by the fungus fog became more and more clear, as if to escape from it.

The    giant wears a Taoist robe embroidered with the Chinese characters Tai Sui, a Taoist hairpin on his head, and a whisk in his hand, lying down and resting, his feet shaking unconsciously.

   He was under a huge banyan tree, and the green water and green mountains were very pleasant.

  Ren Qing seems to be able to see that some years ago, there was a Taoist priest lying under a tree enjoying the shade, and his Taoist name was "Tai Sui".

   Taisui Daojun? !

   He was taken aback, knowing that Taisui Daojun was a cultivator who created spells, and he also revealed a few words in the information flow.

   Could it be that Dameng Zhenren is related to Taisui Daojun?

   In a moment, Taisui Daojun changed again, his skin gradually turned into a corpse, his robe was stained with blood, and even the whisk was broken.

   The last breath was a living person, but now it is a corpse.

  Tai Sui Daojun had a terrifying smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to be looking at everyone present through the fungus tree.

  The cloudy situation stopped the pace.

  Ren Qing's whole body shuddered, fear flooded into his heart, he seemed to blink?

   Immediately after the brain tree turned to ashes, as the Niwan Palace of King Jizo, the geography of Mingyu should be deeply affected.

   It may even lead to Avici Hell turning into a terrifying forbidden area of ​​Yangshen Realm.

   But what the jailer did not expect was that nothing happened. The Land of Nether Feather still maintained the status quo, and there was no sign of collapse.

   It's just that Taisui Daojun is becoming more and more real, as if to come out of it.

  The distorted light and shadow enveloped the land of Mingyu, and the inexplicable aura slowly radiated, which was far beyond the power of the shadowy realm.

  Li Tiangang's expression was complicated, and he explained: "The real Dameng has achieved the Yangshen realm."

  Ren Qing reacted immediately.

  Dameng real person did not know what means he used, but he used Taisui to create a dream of Taisui Daojun to break through...

   Wrong! !

  Ren Qing's back was chilled, carefully observing the dream of Taisui Daojun.

   He suddenly realized that this was not imaginary.

  Dameng real person actually sensed that Taisui Daojun, who had died for hundreds of thousands of years, used Taisui as a bridge to cast spells.

  Let the corpse dream...

Where is    in order to advance to the Yangshen realm, and even plan to use it to get into the heavenly realm in the future.

   The promotion of the Butterfly Method to the Heavenly Strange Realm will definitely make the dream come true. Isn’t the real Dameng afraid of the corpse and the living?

   What kind of monster will it become at that time.

   (end of this chapter)