Ren Qing called out the information flow.

【Ren Qing】

[Shou Yuan: None]

[Realm: Daluo Jinxian]

[Immortal body: all living things]

[Spell: Sanqingtian]

[Supernatural power: The law of the sky is like the earth, walking in the world, the dead have no life, the dragon sings in the box, the world is like a dream]

[Immortal Job: Heavenly Way]

………

Ren Qing's current strength should be considered to be a perfect corpse, but there is still a gap between him and the Heavenly Dao, and he can no longer use information flow to consume his lifespan to advance.

The information flow is just a decoration for him now, and it also represents that Ren Qing belongs to the old Tiandao camp.

The debt I owed through cheating all the way to promotion was finally repaid when Ren Qingzhi was released.

Ren Qing was helpless and couldn't help but look at the "Great Luo True Immortal" in the realm column.

No matter what, at least through the information flow, I was separated from the influence of the Three Dao Ancestors, and I was firmly tied to the world in my stomach.

Ren Qing recalled the scene when the five arts were completely integrated, and the appearance of the old Heavenly Way came to his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Three old men stood in the clouds, their figures shrouded in mist, and they could barely be distinguished from the statues in the temple.

only……

Yuanshi Tianzun's neck was at a ninety-degree angle, and he looked down at his chest. The broken neck was filled with twisted and deformed granulation.

Ren Qing had a strange feeling, as if a new head was about to be born.

The jade Ruyi held by Lingbao Tianzun was already in pieces, with wounds all over his body, and dense tentacles squirming in the wounds.

There are still fist-sized tumors hanging from the ends of the tentacles. Something is struggling inside and may grow out at any time.

It is said that Lingbao Tianzun is the one who created the world the most among the three ancestors. He often saves all living beings and teaches all things.

In the end, it became a hotbed for the incubation of unspeakable things.

The Moral Goddess is the most terrifying. His body is so thin that it looks like the water has been squeezed out. The ribs on his chest are open, exposing his internal organs.

This is not an immortal deity accepting offerings, he is clearly using his internal organs as tribute.

Ren Qing was inevitably saddened by the death of rabbits and foxes. Even a powerful being like the Three Dao Ancestors died at the hands of evil spirits from outside the territory. Is it really possible for him to survive?

In other words, is it really possible for this world to survive?

Ren Qing let out a long sigh and glanced at Sanqingtian before canceling the information flow. This magical method was his only path to transcendence.

He dived towards the shelter while sorting out the trajectory of the spell.

The five arts take the creation of heaven and earth as the core, and merge with each other to form the three pure heavens, completely no longer bound by one level after another.

Sanqingtian does not have any content about breaking through bottlenecks. It is more about Dao Zhijian's breath transfer method, but the upper limit of the method is extremely high.

And Sanqingtian does not affect the use of the five magic techniques at all.

Ren Qing subconsciously raised his arm, and his skin and flesh kept changing in the blink of an eye.

In one breath, they were still rotting corpses, but in the next breath, a large number of mushrooms grew out of the pores, or cells activated into dragons...

He was thinking about the details of Sanqingtian, and at the same time, there was an aura that combined the five arts, flowing along the eight extraordinary meridians, blood vessels and bones.

Ren Qing was just about to enter the city when he suddenly looked up in hindsight.

The hot temperature is still rising, reaching hundreds of degrees.

The monks couldn't help but be in an uproar. Some low-level monks whose spells were incompatible with each other quickly fled into the world in the stomach to prevent themselves from going crazy.

"What's wrong?"

Li Tiangang saw Ren Qing stunned on the spot, left the shelter and came to his side.

"careful."

The ghostly shadow on the soles of Ren Qing's feet entangled Li Tiangang's body and dragged the latter directly back to the shelter, whereupon the ghostly shadow wrapped around the six walls.

Li Tiangang hadn't reacted yet, but he was quickly frightened by the scene in front of him, and a wave of scorching fire seeped out from outside the wall.

The mucus smeared on the outside of the wall immediately turned into ashes, as did the animals and plants in the cave. Fortunately, the dragons evacuated into the shelter in advance.

Under the protection of the ghost, the fire wave did not damage the shelter.

The monks patrolling the city wall all have Yin difference realm cultivation. They are not seriously affected, but their hair will inevitably be ignited by the high temperature.

Li Tiangang touched his hair, and it exploded like a ball of dead grass.

He looked at Ren Qing with a puzzled expression, and then the Taoist boy's voice sounded in his ears, accompanied by the roar of the vast earth.

"The Supreme Saint, the Highest Saint, and the Supreme Lord of the Great Way."

"The essence of Gai Yuchen is the purple smoke of Qingyun."

"Yu Hui Yao Huan, Jin Ying Liu Zhen."

"The knot transforms into a beautiful figure, and the Bao Ning establishes the spirit."

"The Tao Lord is the one who spreads the scriptures widely and spreads them to all generations!"

“Paging to all ages!!!”

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

He understood that Lingbao Tianzun had arrived, and with it came a disaster called "drought" that suddenly swept through this world.

The temperature of the shelter began to rise, and the walls turned red from the heat.

"The jailer listens to the order."

Ren Qing's voice echoed throughout the sanctuary, and the monks stopped panicking due to the disaster.

"If nothing else, within the next ten years, the temperature will reach 5,000 degrees, enough to dissolve the entire shelter."

Ren Qing's speculation comes from the increase in temperature per breath after the arrival of Lingbao Tianzun.

Five thousand degrees is equivalent to the temperature on the surface of the sun, and the world here will turn into a fireball, releasing indescribable energy.

Although the current temperature is not too high, it won't be long before even earth fairies can survive, let alone ordinary animals and plants.

What worries Ren Qing the most is that the heat wave also affects the world in the stomach.

Even if the warming effect is only half that of the outside world, it will still make the world in the stomach miserable, at least most of the animals and plants will die.

Ren Qing's hair stood on end, what on earth did the three evil gods want to do?

With the strength of the new Tiandao, it is easy to destroy this world, so why bother to create all kinds of disasters.

The Daode Tianzun is a disaster of thunder, and the Lingbao Tianzun is a drought.

The monk was afraid of the drought and couldn't help but feel his mouth was dry.

They did not react excessively in front of Ren Qing, but secretly they were already contacting their relatives and friends in the stomach world to buy anti-fire and anti-inflammatory elixirs as soon as possible.

And hoard enough supplies for hundreds of years.

When the temperature reaches thousands of thousands, even if the spell can stimulate plant growth, the environment will drastically reduce resource production to the point where it cannot make ends meet.

"rest assured."

Ren Qing spoke again, and the millions of monks in the sanctuary fell silent.

His voice was invisibly convincing, and his status as a prisoner, which was equivalent to that of Daozu, immediately stabilized the morale of the army.

"As early as eight thousand years ago in the calendar of the Three Realms, I asked the mortal world to stockpile food and resources. The total amount is enough for the Prison Hall to consume for hundreds of thousands of years."

The Three Realms Calendar is the calendar of the world in the stomach, which is deliberately distinguished from the outside world.

"Three days a week."

Zhou Zuosan walked out of the crowd, followed by dozens of gray-haired disciples, all of whom were the backbone of the weapon refiners.

"exist."

"On Wednesdays every week, you will be responsible for the follow-up improvement work of the shelter."

"yes."

Zhou Zuosan immediately agreed, already listing the insulation materials in his mind and how to draw the corresponding magic circle.

He has the authority to issue tasks, which is equivalent to giving orders to the prison hall in disguise.

Immediately, the shelter started operating efficiently. With Ren Qing's guarantee, the monks no longer doubted the problem of resources.

Ren Qing's expression was solemn.

In a hundred days at most, the temperature will soar to over 500.

There is not much time left in the Jailer's Hall, and the refining of the magic weapon has to be processed in the world of the stomach, so use the ten times more time flow.
To be continued...