Ren Qing had just had this idea in his mind and found that his clothes had also changed, and he was gradually approaching the form of a Taoist robe.

But compared to the white of the student, his Taoist robe is black.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown slightly, looking around the temple, details everywhere came into view, which was by no means possible by magic.

What surprised Ren Qing the most was that he could vaguely find that there was a different world outside the dojo, as if it was a lake or an enlarged pond.

But the pond was extremely deserted, with dark green stagnant water floating with a large number of corpses that were hard to see clearly...

The sky is even more broken like a mirror.

It feels like a temple in a snail shell.

Ren Qing felt incredible in his heart, and he reached out and touched the floor subconsciously, and his face changed drastically.

【???

【Year: One Thousand One Hundred Thirty-Four】

【Life life: five years】

[Technique: Daodao (Wuwei Taoist Temple)???]

【???

[Daodao was created by Tiandaozi. Practice requires three Tiandao eggs to replace the position of the brain, left lung, and heart respectively. Only when you are not dead can you achieve cultivation.]

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes. Who would have thought that this place was similar to Avici Hell, and it was formed by a powerful magic.

Daosheng Dao should be the key to entering and exiting.

But compared to Avici Hell, Wuwei Taoist Temple is about to collapse, with only five years left. Is there any force in Xiangxiang that is comparable to the banned horse hall?

No, even if the blind Taoist preaches, even if the target is an ordinary person, the imperial guards will definitely notice it for a long time.

It means that the blind Taoist may have come to Xiangxiang recently...

Just looking at the scene outside the temple, I am afraid that the Wuwei Temple has been destroyed. Is the blind Taoist survivor somewhere?

Just as Ren Qing was stunned for a moment, the students' expressions became fanatical.

They knelt on the cushion and called out "Wuweidao", their voices deafeningly.

Ren Qing's original body is still in the examination room, and the students are writing quickly, and there is no sign of the influence from the Wuwei Taoist temple.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly walked towards the center of the temple. As he approached the lecture, a smell of sandalwood slowly drifted away.

Ren Qing's mouth was uncontrollably whispering nervously, and the student responded with "The Tao gives birth to the Tao, the Tao does nothing".

The soul splitting can indeed easily pull out of the Wuwei Taoist temple, but he wanted to figure out the situation and dig out the Wuwei Taoist monk who was hiding in the Qinghe Gongyuan.

When he sat cross-legged on the jade futon, the atmosphere became even more fanatical.

"What is Tao?!!"

"What is Tao?!!!"

"What is Tao?!!!"

Ren Qing's ears were buzzing, and suddenly there was a Taoist boy beside him. The latter had a crazy expression and echoed the students' shouts.

This Taoist child should be the monk who pulled him into the Wuwei Temple.

Everything around was full of weirdness.

The Taoist boy spoke and said, "I will give you a book of Taoism for three hours."

After he finished speaking, a flesh-and-blooded table grew in front of everyone, with a roll of bamboo slips spliced ​​with white bones on it.

Ren Qing tried to move his position and found that he seemed to be stuck tightly by a cushion. There was no way to leave if he wanted to leave.

Fortunately, even if the soul split is damaged, it will have little impact on the main soul.

The student began to flip through the bamboo slips in front of him and made a sound of admiration.

The Taoist boy looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, his eyes fell down accidentally, and he quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his eyes.

Ren Qing hesitated for a moment and opened the bamboo slips.

At worst, the soul splitting will be destroyed. He wants to see what is recorded in Taoist books. It is impossible that it is really a magic trick, right?

What surprised him was that the content recorded in the bamboo slip seemed inconspicuous, and they all practiced techniques at exaggerated prices, just like the crazy words of the corpse and dog souls in the prison hall.

And there is no prompt for information flow, which means it is useless at all.

Seeing this, Ren Qing looked at the Qinghe Gongyuan quietly.

Two hours passed quickly, and he only confirmed that the more than 200 students in the examination room were ordinary people, but he still had no gains.

The Wuwei Taoist temple immediately changed.

The Taoist boy said loudly: "Do you have any questions about practicing?"

The students discussed with each other, and one of them suddenly asked, "Daoist, how can you refine the body of dirt?"

Many eyes looked at Ren Qing.

Ren Qing did not answer, and all the students started shouting again, and in order to delay time, he had to say randomly.

"Eat more vegetarian dishes, eat less meat, yes, exercise every day..."

Kakaka.

Cracks spread on the wall, and the withering images of the three Taoist ancestors showed a tendency to collapse, and the powder fell like raindrops.

Even Ren Qing did not notice that Yuanshi Tianzun's palm fell to where it fell.

Ren Qing made up helplessly: "Swallow thirty-six human hearts every day, and wait until the qi and blood flow back to form a place of dirt."

There is an extra volume of the bamboo slips in front of him, and the cover reads "Pure Yang and Wudi Method", which is a few oral sentences.

"I see."

The student suddenly realized and cut his chest and abdomen and took out his heart.

He then said loudly: "Dear fellow students, there are still thirty-five left. I wonder if I can hand it over to me?"

The Taoist boy nodded slightly: "No need, in the Taoist temple, he naturally has the resources to practice immortal arts."

"This is a damn..."

Ren Qing could not have thought that the situation would be like this. His body was ready immediately, and his mouth could spit out signs of dragon and snake crest at any time.

Only the sound of brushes sliding on the paper in Qinghe Gongyuan could be heard in unison.

Ren Qing frowned and found the student who gave his heart to the temple with his identity as a banned soldier.

The other party was writing quickly, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

When the student noticed Ren Qing, he asked carefully: "Sir, have you done something wrong?"

"Do you feel unwell?"

"Where can...uh."

He covered his heart violently, then lay on the ground with a dead face, his chest undulating and his hands and feet constantly struggling.

Zhao Shuli, who rushed over, asked in fear: "What's the situation?"

"You guys go out."

Since the banned soldiers spoke, Zhao Shuli and others naturally left the private room with weak legs.

Just as Ren Qing was watching, the student's abdomen began to gradually swell and a strange giggling sound was made in his throat.

Ren Qing came forward to contact the other party, and the information flow showed an additional "Tao Sheng Dao (residual)" technique, which seemed to be undergoing some alienation.

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Before he could check carefully, the student's stomach swelled.

I saw that my stomach was filled with more than a dozen hearts, and part of it was still covered with blood. It seemed that it had just been removed.

And in the temple where the soul split is located.

The cushion where the students were located was empty, and the rest were still roaring, almost deafening.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, and now he could only confirm one thing.

The Wuwei Taoist temple may have been destroyed, otherwise it would be impossible to cause such a trick. Preaching is more like a blind Taoist's obsession after going crazy, which makes it so strange and inexplicable.
Chapter completed!