The Secret Way of Immortality

Ren Qing watched as the opossum's size swelled up in the blink of an eye.

The fur on its body receded, and its appearance became more and more human-like, but in the end, it still maintained a half-human, half-rat form, with beastly claws for hands and feet.

Rat-Man King San'er rushed towards Ren Qing, but his expression showed no killing intent, instead being dominated by fear.

Ren Qing frowned and decapitated King San'er with a slash of his blade.

The gaunt man in the cell instantly lost all signs of life, and his corpse was absorbed by the Avici Hell itself, as if he had never existed.

Ren Qing expressionlessly scanned his surroundings, then turned and left.

But just as he disappeared around the corner, a flying knife was flung into the vein railing, lodging itself directly in the shadows of the corner.

A rat's squeal rang out.

The hidden opossum leaned against the corner of the wall, constantly making sounds of begging for mercy.

In King San'er's terrified gaze, Ren Qing cleaved the vein railing with his broadsword and stepped into the cell.

King San'er was scared out of his wits, and in order to speak human words, the opossum's body gradually transformed into a human form.

However, the rat-like characteristics became even more pronounced, almost indistinguishable.

King San'er knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing, muttering, "Great master, please forgive my petty offenses, spare my life..."

Ren Qing rested his broadsword on King San'er's neck, and said with a strange expression, "What is the effect of your technique? Tell me about it."

"Ah?"

King San'er was stunned for a moment, then felt a sharp pain in his neck, and fresh blood slowly flowed out.

He quickly said, "Great master, this technique is useless, it can only split my own flesh and blood into rat bodies, to eke out a meager existence."

"Your soul can be transferred into the rat body through the technique?"

Ren Qing guessed the effect of the "Rat Plague Art".

It should be using the rat body as a golden cicada to shed its shell, with the side effect that each possession would produce irreversible mutations.

If this technique could seize a body with its soul, it would be extremely good.

King San'er replied with a dazed expression, "What soul..."

"The clone and the main body do not interfere with each other?"

"Yes, great master."

"I understand, the Rat Plague Art transfers the memory into the clone, the one who is alive is already another self."

King San'er couldn't understand what Ren Qing was saying at all, his small eyes stared outside the cell, as if waiting for something.

"How do the jailers choose the reserve candidates?"

King San'er replied, "Great master, as long as you can get out of the Jailer Hall, it counts as passing."

Ren Qing asked casually, "Then how do you get out?"

King San'er did not answer directly, but vaguely said, "Great master, I am somewhat familiar with the Jailer Hall, this place is..."

His tone was respectful, while trying to stay away from the broadsword.

At the same time as King San'er's actions, heavy footsteps approached again.

Two jailers actually came back to life and charged towards the cell where Ren Qing was.

A flash of cunning flashed in King San'er's eyes, and he actually dodged the broadsword nimbly, and suddenly bit at Ren Qing's arm.

Seeing that his incisors were about to touch the opponent, as long as he was contaminated with a little rat poison, even a Ghost Envoy Realm cultivator would have his body paralyzed.

Whoosh!!!

King San'er suddenly felt his head become light, as if a cold light had flashed past him.

By the time he became aware of it, his head had already smashed to the ground, and his expression after rolling a few times was one of disbelief.

Ren Qing turned around with his knife.

Two jailers rushed into the cell, their bodies looked a size larger, and their aura had also risen slightly.

However, with the death of King San'er, the meatball jailer merged with the wall and disappeared.

Only the ape jailer was still tirelessly trying to attack Ren Qing.

Ren Qing didn't care about the jailer, but focused his attention on King San'er's corpse, and sure enough, a strange object was born.

It was a mass of cotton-like mud, as if mixed with countless scurrying rats.

Ren Qing kept staring at the strange object, his body instinctively dodging the ape's slap.

He felt that since the jailers placed the location for selecting reserve candidates in Avici Hell, it meant that there must be a way to deal with the strange objects formed after the death of cultivators.

After a few breaths, a bloody mouth appeared around the strange object.

A half-meter-long tongue bound the strange object, no matter how much the latter struggled, it was useless, and it was gradually dragged into the flesh and blood wall.

Good fellow, the jailers are raising Gu here.

Ren Qing casually chopped off the ape jailer's arm, and couldn't help twitching his mouth.

Using the Yang God Realm's Avici Hell to contain strange objects, aren't they afraid that the restricted area formed after death will directly destroy the world?

I wonder how many strange objects have accumulated over the centuries...

Ren Qing also realized that it was indeed justifiable for the jailers to do so.

Although the restricted area can become more and more terrifying after devouring strange objects, the effect may not be obvious for the Yang God Realm restricted area.

Raindrops can affect ponds and rivers, but they cannot shake the ocean, after all, the water level is already unfathomable.

Moreover, Ren Qing always felt that the jailers should have a way to take out the strange objects, which may require going to a certain place in Avici Hell.

"But... is Avici Hell so strange because it has mastered more techniques?"

The strange object was swallowed by the giant mouth.

Ren Qing didn't react at all. As early as when he realized the secret of King San'er's possession, he was no longer interested in the Rat Plague Art.

Those opossums were just backups with memories.

Even consuming thirty days of lifespan would require consideration, let alone consuming a full year of lifespan through a Half-Corpse Realm strange object.

Roar!!!

The ape jailer stomped his feet repeatedly, his skin already flushed red, and his hair stood on end.

Ren Qing came back to his senses and looked contemptuously at the ape jailer.

Even if the jailer relied on Avici Hell to be resurrected, the improvement in strength was not obvious, and it was still a bit difficult to threaten him.

Wield the knife.

The ape jailer became pieces.

Ren Qing stepped out of the cell, intending to go elsewhere to take a look.

Song Zongwu didn't tell him any information at all.

Now Ren Qing only knows that leaving Avici Hell is a condition for becoming a reserve candidate, but he doesn't know what means to use to pass.

He intends to find a cultivator to inquire about the news first.

Yes.

By the way, see if there are any suitable techniques...

Ren Qing walked through the aisle.

He quickly used his double pupils to discover the traces left by the jailer, which seemed to be chasing a certain cultivator.

Ren Qing followed the traces, and the sound of fighting grew closer.

He originally planned to save people to gain trust, but the ape jailer revived again and followed him, with a kind of endless pursuit.

The cultivator not far away was surprised and uncertain. In his eyes, Ren Qing was clearly deliberately diverting the disaster.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and take a blow from the jailer, then used the force to turn into a fork in the road, trying to shake off Ren Qing.

Seeing this, Ren Qing accelerated.

Could it be an enemy instead of a friend? Then let me see your technique.

The two ran wildly one after the other, and the surrounding environment changed, seemingly arriving in a new area of Avici Hell.

The flesh and blood were even more distorted, even mixed with the remains of giant bones.

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