Ren Qing returned to Niwan Palace like the split soul of the black goat, and was on the verge of losing control.
At this time, the demon dream seed took the initiative to transform into a Taoist robe and put it on the body of the split soul, eagerly absorbing the contaminated breath of the demon.
Ren Qing was slightly helpless. The Demonic Dream Seed was the first magic weapon to transform, but the current progress has stalled.
It’s really difficult to get the devil’s aura, so it’s impossible to go to Wuwei Dojo every time.
He focused on the statue of Taozu in the prison in his belly. It was originally more solemn and solemn, but now it looked a bit gloomy.
Ren Qing tried to create a fictitious spell, but the statue showed no reaction at all.
However, the husky became very frightened and kept barking, as if the Taozu statue was going to eat it at the next moment.
It wasn't until Ren Qing locked the statue in a closed cell that the barking of the dogs subsided.
He was not in a hurry to explore the secrets of the Taoist statue, and did not care about it when he was imprisoned.
It's getting late and the sun will set soon. I wonder what Liu Chuan's condition is like.
Ren Qing waited patiently for a long time, until the moment when his soul communicated with the ghost, his consciousness came to the Yellow Sand City in the Gobi.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a room. The decoration should be that of a Taoist temple, but the furniture was all carved from rock.
The dim candlelight crackled.
Corpse oil already has a lot of impurities, and it gives off a weird burnt smell.
Ren Qing was a little unaccustomed to this body's vision and couldn't see clearly.
He rubbed his eyes, and then his face became extremely gloomy. But after a long day, his belly was like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for ten months.
Ren Qing quickly figured out the situation with the help of ghost shadow, which was not much different from that of Luo Mingmeng's jailer.
The lungs were extremely swollen and turned into a glassy shape containing alcohol.
Could it be that becoming an immortal in Shashanzi's words is the process of turning oneself into food?
Ren Qing secretly denied it.
impossible.
After all, Liu Chuan died of dehydration, and the situation was completely different. Most likely, the monks in Huangsha City realized that their souls were damaged and were treated as abandoned children with unknown uses.
"belch……"
Ren Qing burped.
His mouth was filled with the strong smell of alcohol, which made him feel faintly nauseous and his head also felt tingling.
It's like waking up from a hangover.
Ren Qinggang wanted to leave the cold bed, but the abnormality in his lungs caused his breathing to become heavy, and his saliva began to be mixed with blood.
He couldn't summon the information flow, but he could feel that his lifespan was probably counted in the sky. After all, if his internal organs were so alienated, how could a mortal survive?
If you want to live a few more nights, it seems that you can only try to practice magic.
However, the requirements for entry into the Jailer Technique are too high and cannot be mastered in a short period of time. Only practicing imaginary techniques is more reliable.
Ren Qing endured the pain and checked inside the house.
It turned out that this room seemed to be Liu Chuan's residence originally, but it should have been before he died of exhaustion.
His belongings were neatly placed, and people came to clean them from time to time, as if they were deliberately preparing them for Liu Chuan.
Ren Qing was very confused about this.
Then he noticed a seemingly ordinary jar in the corner, and could vaguely hear strange rustling sounds coming from inside.
The lid of the jar opened a gap, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.
The breath of terror was vented.
Seeing this, Ren Qing shook his head.
This frail body may not be able to resist the monsters, and it seems that it can only transfer the ghost shadow before death.
But he was a little unwilling to do so. It was obvious that he had reached the hinterland of Huangsha City, and he might be able to find clues to the spell.
Ren Qing closed his eyes like a dead horse and became a living horse doctor, and his divided soul came to the statue of Taozu imprisoned in his belly and recited the fictitious spell at the same time.
He folded his arms around his chest and lay quietly in front of the jar.
The lid of the jar slowly opened, sharp teeth rubbed against each other, and the sound of bones colliding could be heard one after another.
"If I eat you, I will become an immortal."
"eat you……"
The strange things inside suddenly stopped, and their eyes looked a little confused, because the thin child in front of them made more noise than it.
Ren Qing's mouth was filled with a fishy smell as he breathed, and his belly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was filled with flesh and blood.
His original height of 1.23 meters at most quickly elongated, with muscles covering his thick bones, and he turned into a burly man in a few breaths.
The strange thing made an incredible sound: "You are not Liu Chuan, you..."
Ren Qing opened his eyes, and a fierce aura hit his face.
His head almost touched the top of the house. He was at least two meters tall, and his whole body was full of strength.
Moreover, the lungs are covered with thick muscles. Although breathing is still difficult, it no longer affects large-scale movements.
Ren Qing touched his belly and couldn't help but sigh: "I had to digest thirty-six hearts and almost died."
The statue of Daozu is indeed the source of the fictitious magic, so let Liu Chuan's body practice the Pure Yang Wushu method.
I thought Liu Chuan would die in the process of mastering the imaginary technique, but the stomach of the Gobi people was very strange.
It seems to be only the size of a fist, but it can actually hold twenty or thirty kilograms of food, and its digestion speed and efficiency are far beyond that of ordinary people.
As a result, the effect of the Pure Yang Wushou method was fully maximized, and it was forcibly reached the level of a half-corpse realm prisoner who mastered the physical method.
"Eat you, eat you, I will become an immortal...become an immortal..."
The strange thing in the jar seemed to have lost its mind, and disappeared after getting out, only muttering to itself.
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.
He already knew what eating his own three realms of immortality meant, so he figured out what kind of weird thing was growing in the jar.
Immediately, Ren Qing's right arm felt a stinging pain, and the flesh and blood on it quickly dried up and disappeared.
The monster laughed loudly: "It's so delicious. If I eat you, I will become an immortal!!!!"
Ren Qing looked at the empty arm with a smile, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "I wonder how much delicious food there is, Liu Chuan."
"who are you……"
"you guess."
Ren Qing's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were leaking black liquid. Compared to the mysterious thing that disappeared without a trace in the jar, he actually looked more like a demon.
Most of the ghosts left the body, and there were not many ghosts left in Niwan Palace. They could only control part of the body, but it was still enough.
The ghost shadow forcibly merged into the withered right arm, and a terrifying force suddenly surged up.
The strange thing gave rise to fear for no reason. It was clear that the man in front of him was just a child at the mercy of others, how could he become so terrifying?
It wanted to escape but it was too late.
Ren Qing bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a large mouthful of blood towards his right arm.
The blood caused a transparent strange thing to gradually reveal its true body. Its entire body was composed of water vapor, but its upper body was human-shaped.
The face of the monster is distorted, with a chrysanthemum-shaped mouthpart on its ears and forehead, with sharp teeth inside, and a tongue sticking out to lick its lips.
There are faint traces of Liu Chuan in his appearance.
It uses its mouthparts to forcefully absorb the flesh and blood of Ren Qing's body.
But below the waist of the strange thing, it looks like clouds and mist, mixed with little bits of light, and it does have an indescribable fairy aura.
Liu Chuan let out a shrill scream and felt that his whole body was tightly entangled by the ghost, and then a big hand grabbed its neck.
Ren Qing leaned over and asked, "What are the three realms of immortality called?"
"Well……"
"Sorry, I held it too tight."
Ren Qing loosened his strength, but Liu Chuan kept coughing, his eyes showing uncontrollable resentment, and still wanted to break free.
"Say it."
Liu Chuan sensed the strong murderous aura and dared not resist again. He said tremblingly: "I only know the first level, to feed myself."
"It's interesting to eat on your own."
"I'll tell you how to become an immortal, just let me go..."
"forget it."
Ren Qing grabbed Liu Chuan's neck again and said in a mocking tone: "You haven't even reached the self-eating realm, how can you know what it means to become an immortal."
Liu Chuan's pupils were dilated and he made a strange noise from his mouth.
Ren Qing had already guessed almost exactly.
The so-called self-eating state is to separate the water in the body through some means, let the water turn into water, and then raise it in a jar.
Ze people will feed on their own bodies. If they can absorb three souls and seven souls, they will be considered to have reached the complete state of self-eating.
Liu Chuan's Zeren obviously did not absorb all of them, so there is one soul and three souls left in the Niwan Palace of the main body.
After Ren Qing possessed him, he still wondered why the other souls disappeared.
He suddenly thought that Yanfeng's body had lost all his soul.
This shows that Li Tiangang had previously tried to bring Yanfeng to the camp again, but an accident occurred and his soul was devoured.
Maybe the Ze people produced by the jailer monks will be more powerful, otherwise they won't even be able to do anything to Li Tiangang.
Ren Qing felt a slight headache. He looked back at Liu Chuan, whose neck was about to be broken, and his eyes became shuddering.
"Liu Chuan, you are lucky to have met me, and I will help you become an immortal."
"Uh huh..."
Liu Chuan desperately wanted to resist, and for a moment a chill enveloped his whole body. He had never seen such a horrifying scene.
Ren Qing opened Liu Chuan's mouth, forcibly took out the remaining soul and soul, and stuffed the ghost shadow into it.
Liu Chuan didn't want to absorb it at all, but the veins in the arm grabbing his neck burst out, as if he was going to crush his body.
He had no choice but to swallow the soul, and the mist slowly spread to his upper body, but the color was slightly darker.
When all the souls were absorbed, Liu Chuan transformed into a man wearing a blue Taoist robe. The mouthparts on his forehead and ears turned into lotus shapes, and his immortal aura was unreserved.
Liu Chuan's virtual body passed through the restrained arms and hid in the corner shivering.
Ren Qing still kept moving. The ghosts in Niwan Palace were no longer enough to control his body, most of them were inside Liu Chuan's body.
But he felt that as long as the main body of the ghost came near Liu Chuan, he could easily control the latter's life and death.
"Wait, I will come to you."
Liu Chuan wanted to say something, but ghosts surged inside his body, as if he was shackled layer by layer.
The door to the room opened, and several Taoist priests walked in with surprise on their faces. They were obviously disturbed by Liu Chuan who had achieved the state of self-eating.
But what came into view was a huge body, which brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.
They were frightened and took a few steps back. Only then did they notice that the man had turned into a corpse, and Liu Chuan was kneeling on the ground with a crazy expression.
"Don't kill me, I don't want to become an immortal anymore, I don't want to become an immortal anymore, don't kill me."