A cultivator in his physical body looked at Wang Quan. "Daoist Brother Flower-Scatter, you can hear our secret voice transmissions too, can't you?"
Wang Quan smiled. "Whenever I chat with you, I've never seen you use secret voice transmissions."
A cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. At least you don't know how we bad-mouth you when we're jealous of you!"
Wang Quan...
Everyone...
Ying Jiaren said coolly, "Enough, everyone. Hurry up and clear out the evil!"
"We still have things to do later!"
"All right!"
Everyone grew serious. Wang Quan, Ying Jiaren, and Cultivator Zhong, who had only two legs left, recited the People-Crossing Scripture.
The other cultivators released sunlight to illuminate the area.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Blue smoke rose from the wall.
Countless evil beings appeared, one wave following another, and battled the [People-Crossing Scripture].
Only this time, three People-Crossing Scriptures were slaughtering them together.
Even the multitude of evil beings on the wall could no longer withstand it.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a palm-sized blank patch appeared.
More than a dozen cultivators in their physical bodies expelled Dharma Power and carved Daoist Scriptures onto it.
But the moment they carved them, the surrounding evil beings spat wildly, forcibly corroding the scriptures away.
Seeing this, Wang Quan suddenly spoke. "I'll inscribe the scriptures. You block them with sunlight."
"All right!"
Crack!
A pair of arms sprouted beneath Wang Quan's ribs.
These were not human arms, but the arms of a vine spirit monster.
The scarlet arms resembled vines. They landed on the blank wall and wrote in sweeping strokes, like dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing.
Wang Quan was writing the 26,000th volume of the Daoist Scriptures.
The Daoist Scripture written by these vine arms was scarlet, as though stained with blood.