Ren Qing stared straight at the strange and inexplicable Qingyan Town.
No one will pay attention to the shadows in the cracks in the wall, and it will be safer in a short period of time.
He suddenly felt confused for a moment. After all, faced with such a situation, he somewhat didn't know how to integrate into Qingyan Town.
Ren Qing's current goal is to find a relatively stable environment, and then quietly develop the scale of Xianshi to extend his life.
And while he was thinking, another monk from Morning Street climbed out of the cave not far away, and then stared blankly at the town.
She didn't know what was going on in the outside world, she just thought that there was nothing strange and the danger was far less precarious than the precarious morning streets.
But now that she saw that the outside world was filled with strange things, she was so frightened that her liver was torn apart.
"No, no, no...impossible..."
The female monk was clutching her head with both hands. She was clearly mentally exhausted and didn't even notice that her nails were piercing her scalp.
Her legs weakened and she knelt down on the ground, and the aura emanating from her body became extremely unstable.
That was a sign of becoming obsessed. The true energy began to lose control, causing the body to gradually disintegrate and the skin to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The pseudomorphs everywhere became more and more deformed, and could no longer maintain their human form within a few breaths.
Ren Qing felt that the other party seemed to have an unbalanced Taoist mind, but in fact it was a shortcoming of the Celestial Insect Method.
This is because the true essence of the Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Beings is not cultivated by oneself, but obtained with the help of the Earthly Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestial Celestials.
The female monk directly peeled off her own scalp. She couldn't help but laugh strangely when she saw the bloody scene.
"Sure enough, it's all an illusion..."
"Weird, it must be weird..."
Before the female monk could react, fluctuations in the spell were produced inside the sentry post, and threads of silk were sprayed out instantly.
The female monk was tied tightly, and when she tried to resist, she was hit by a poisonous stab. Soon her vision went dark and she fainted.
"Kakakaka..."
"It's a pity that good materials were wasted."
There was a movement inside the sentry post, and a two-meter-long spider woman crawled out.
Her upper body was naked and showed exquisite curves, but her lower body was a black spider, which was obviously affected by some strange influence.
As she climbed out, several more small spider-men followed.
No wonder some spider silk can be vaguely seen in the corners around the sentry post. This place is probably governed by a specific force.
"To even think about coming out of Chenjie Street is really... seeking death..."
Spider Woman's words revealed envy, and her face couldn't help but twist, as if the morning street was a paradise isolated from the world.
She tied the woman into a chrysalis and transported her to the town, which seemed to be a building close to the sentry post.
Calmness returned near the wall, as if waiting for new prey to take the bait.
Ren Qing discovered that Spider-Man's spells were not very powerful, at most they were in the realm of ghost envoys, but they could easily deal with the Morning Street monks.
This shows that Qingyan Town has a very systematic response to the blockade of Morning Street, and it may have been going on for more than ten years.
The people of Jingzhou seem to have to rely on Yigui to survive, but the two are mutually beneficial, and the monks, not Yigui, are even dominant.
Like gods and believers.
Believers seek help from immortals and gods, and immortals and gods also rely on believers to maintain themselves, resulting in this inexplicable symbiosis in Jingzhou.
Even though each of the Yiguis seemed to be comparable to the Yangshen realm, he had not seen any further Yiwei so far. It was very likely that the difficulty of Yigui's promotion was very high.
The disguised appearance shows that they are just the products of the giant rabbit toad's magic, and it is impossible to compare with the real Dameng.
Currently, the Blood Moon holds the absolute advantage in Jingzhou, and the Tiandao Worms are defeated.
But Ren Qing disagreed.
He knew that when a large number of Jingzhou monks used strange things to reach the upper limit of their cultivation, they would inevitably seek to break through the bottleneck realm.
There will definitely be some monks who will take action against Weiwei by then.
The current situation has just been stable for a few decades and may take hundreds of years to ferment. Ren Qing cannot guarantee what will happen in the future.
But he knew the hidden opportunities.
The more turbulent it is, the more it can develop the Fairy City. It is a backwater like Morning Street, and it is difficult to get involved without absolute strength.
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.
Does he have the capital to play this game?
Of course, Ren Qing has the resources of Shuize and Xiangxiang in his hands, and he also created the Nether Celestial Insect Technique.
He could completely rely on the Nether Celestial Insect Technique to raise the banner of the Earth Immortal Celestial Insect and forcefully participate in the gambling table.
Just looking at the current situation in Jingzhou, we know that the Earthly Immortal and Heavenly Daoworms are already on their last legs.
Under the influence of the blood moon, the people of Jingzhou in the crescent moon layer could not see any trace of the alienation of the parasitic insects, and the waning moon layer was occupied by strange things.
If the Earth Immortal and Heavenly Dao Insect could change the Waning Moon Layer, it wouldn't have reached this level.
The risk that Qinghu needs to bear to pretend to be a tiger is very small. Compared with the benefits obtained, it is almost a waste of money.
"Yes, but we have to..."
He stared at the Chenjie monks who were brought into the town and thought to himself: "We must understand the distribution of power in Qingyan Town."
Ren Qing's thoughts moved slightly, and part of the ghost shadow flowed in the cracks in the wall bricks, and then extended to the hole connecting the inside and outside.
Originally, he was a little worried about attracting bluffing wings at night, but he didn't dare to come outside the morning street at all.
He waited for the arrival of the monks from Morning Street while continuing to tidy up the Dameng Pavilion in Immortal City.
Ren Qing also added a notice announcing the mission at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and added information about educating children.
Not long after, Yuan Si appeared in the Immortal City. His cultivation had improved a lot, but he was unable to advance due to the Heavenly Dao Insect.
After he noticed the mission of the bulletin board, he took off the paper without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Si felt that his consciousness was in a trance. After regaining consciousness, he had left the wine lake and came to the lake shore a hundred meters away.
He looked around and found vegetation that he had never heard of growing nearby, but there were no insects or beasts.
Yuan Si walked quickly toward the prison area in the direction indicated by the mission.
On the way, he saw a giant ghost wolf about ten meters tall, lying on a hill to rest, and a husky carrying Tian A running around.
The more things Yuan Si paid attention to, the more awe he felt.
After he arrived at his destination, he found that the prison area contained dozens or hundreds of strange objects. Even though he was prepared, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
The oiran had already arrived in the corridor in advance, and the two of them walked silently towards the depths of the prison area.
These oirans have lived in Furong House since they were young. They have long been accustomed to obeying arrangements and have no resistance to the unfamiliar environment.
Ren Qing watched the prison in his belly move on the right track from a God's perspective and couldn't help but nodded.
Mr. Coffin seems to have been busy in Sanmu Alley recently. He doesn't come to Xianshi very frequently. He probably won't talk about it for a few days.
However, just relying on the two of them, the Celestial Celestial Insect's cultivation level has increased a bit, and the effect of the Netherworld Celestial Insect Technique is evident.
Ren Qing glanced at his own information flow. After this period of accumulation, coupled with the effect of peach wine, his longevity was approaching a hundred years again.
After he finds a stable residence in Qingyan Town, he can prepare to be promoted to Shadowless Ghost.
At this stage, Ren Qing can only huddle in the cracks in the wall.
It was only at noon the next day that a few monks emerged from the cave in embarrassment.
They were covered in black magic weapons, which seemed to have the effect of blocking perception, but in the eyes of the spider-men, they were completely invisible.
The monks on Morning Street were quickly tied into rice dumplings and transported somewhere in the town.
Ren Qing had already placed part of the black shadow in the shadow of one of them, and could vaguely feel that he was heading to the northwest corner.
The place is very lively, with a large number of people walking through the streets and countless monks.
He waited until night came, then immediately used the "Night Tour" of the Shadowless Ghost, and his consciousness came to the shadow of the morning street monk.
Before Ren Qing could figure out the situation, he heard crying muttering to himself.
"I don't want to die, how could this happen..."
The Chenjie monk was trembling all over, his teeth were chattering constantly, and his legs and hands were locked with thick iron chains, preventing him from moving.
He was in a dark room, and the strong smell of blood and putrefaction hit his mouth and nose.
The ground is covered with dead bones, hundreds of flies buzz around, and the sound of rodents gnawing on the bones can be heard.
He usually ate flesh and blood on Morning Street, but now he was so frightened that he couldn't help but retched and kept mumbling.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Ren Qing was a little confused about the situation, and suddenly a gap opened above his head, revealing a huge Taoist face.
giant?
wrong.
Ren Qing realized immediately that he was not encountering a huge Taoist boy, but that the possessed Chenjie monk had become extremely small.
"Add three to two thousand knotted flowers, two to two sycamore trees, and a little like rain..."
"Yes, Master."
The Taoist boy's face shrank, and Ren Qing noticed that he seemed to be in a Taoist temple. At this time, the Chenjie monk was being placed in the alchemy furnace.
The ingredients were poured into the alchemy furnace, and the Chenjie monk screamed in despair. He deeply regretted coming to Qingyan Town and ending up like this.
"Don't kill me, I am in the golden elixir stage..."
Bang!!
When the medicine-tapping rod fell, the Chenjie monk immediately turned into minced meat. With repeated beatings, the medicinal materials gradually turned into a dark red liquid.
Ren Qing swallowed. It turned out that the monks who left Chen Street were used as medicinal materials.
It can be seen that the living space of Qingyan Zhentian insect magic cultivators is not optimistic.
Seeing this, he slowly dispersed some of the ghost figures.
His black-haired fingers reached into the alchemy furnace and dipped into some liquid.
“It tastes wrong!!”
"Xu Zhu, you spoiled my whole pot of good medicine!!!"
"No, no, no, no, Master..."
The moment Ren Qing was about to disappear, he saw a mandrill wearing only Taoist robes reaching over and biting off the Taoist boy's head.
"This tastes just right."
This mandrill is a strange monk. If placed in the jailer's hall, it is obviously alienated and out of control. His soul will inevitably be affected and become crazy.
When Ren Qing's consciousness returned to its original form, the first thing he did was to use the Dream Butterfly Technique to tell Yuan Si and the others not to leave Chenjie for the time being.
In the next few days, a total of seven monks emerged from the cave.
Their fates were different, they all died at the hands of strange monks, or they were refining medicine, or practicing Gu, or even being used as scraps.
The forces to which the strange monks belong are all kinds of strange, and Qingyan Town is like a cluster of sects.
Ren Qing stayed for more than half a month, and finally one person was not escorted to the weird monk.