I became an immortal in the mountains

Chapter 602: If I don’t like you, I’ll kill you!

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall immediately became quiet.

Ever since the invasion of foreign demons, the forces of good and evil have joined forces to fight against the foreign enemies, and some things have become taboo.

The Hades Festival is one of them.

Bei Mingchen sneered: "For a Yin-Yang cultivator, you are using the Underworld God Sacrifice. Do you know what you are talking about, Elder Sun?"

Sun Wuyou laughed and said, "Why is the sect master so nervous? We are not really asking the underworld gods to take action. For cultivators in the Yin-Yang realm, we only need to ask the ghost candidates to take action. The Ghost Mother of Wujian has an ancient contract with our Netherworld Sect. There are seven Yin Marshals and thirty-two prison masters under her. As long as we can ask one of them to take action, the Qianyuan Sect can be destroyed easily. If the sect master is unwilling to take action, then Sun will do it!"

Bei Mingchen said indifferently: "When did Elder Sun become so close to Gong Wuji?"

Sun Wuyou said: "It's all for the sake of the sect's plans."

Bei Mingchen laughed so loudly that the entire hall began to shake.

As the leader of the Netherworld Sect, how could he not know the temperament of the people in the sect? Including him, they were all heartless, selfish and self-serving.

Not to mention other things, among the major sects of both good and evil, the Netherworld Sect has the largest number of celestial beings remaining in the world of cultivation.

The Netherworld Sect was tainted with dark and yin energy, and it was the most difficult to survive the heavenly tribulation, so they were not as eager to practice in the spirit world as other sects. These days, the people used the ancestral land formation to cover up the calamity and survive.

If there were no agreement between good and evil, I'm afraid some great Yin-Yang practitioners would not be willing to go to the spirit world.

Sun Wuyou looked normal.

Bei Mingchen's smile faded and he stared at Sun Wuyou: "It seems that Elder Sun has gone to the underworld again recently."

Sun Wuyou put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "There is no other way. I am not like the Sect Master who is confident of achieving Yin and Yang. I have to find a way to survive. Otherwise, when my life is over, my soul will be devoured, right?"

The Netherworld Sect has an ancient contract with the Ghost Mother of Infinite Hell. With the help of this ancient contract, the disciples of the Netherworld Sect can form a contract with the Ghost King under the Ghost Mother of Infinite Hell, borrow his power, or even summon him into the cultivation world to fight. However, when their lifespan is over, they will become food for the Ghost King.

Bei Mingchen stood up and said calmly, "Since Elder Sun is willing to share the sect's worries, how can I not agree? However, I have to say this in advance. If you cause trouble, it is your own fault and has nothing to do with the sect."

"Don't worry, Sect Master. I will understand."

Bei Mingchen walked out with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "I am practicing the netherworld method and will be in seclusion for ten years starting tomorrow. If there is nothing important, please don't disturb me."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Sun Wuyou bowed. In order to perform the sacrifice to the God of the Underworld, he needed the Nine Nether Book. This book was offered in the Nine Nether Palace and was in the hands of the Sect Master. If the Sect Master did not agree, he could do nothing about it. Bei Mingchen's seclusion was to give him this opportunity, and the price was to deal with the Qianyuan Sect.

Bei Mingchen paused for a moment: "Brother Wuyou, take care of yourself!"

Then the figure disappeared.

The other figures also disappeared.

Sun Wuyou sat quietly in the hall for a long time before he stood up and left. When he came to the outside of the hall, he used the escape technique to move forward and suddenly stopped at the top of a mountain. A phantom suddenly appeared beside him, turning the phantom into reality.

"Brother Wuyou, are you really determined to do this? Trading with Commander Yin is like trying to get the skin of a tiger. Isn't it a bad idea?"

"With the aura of calamity on your body, if you want to survive after sixty years, you have to hide in a blood coffin and hide in the underworld, never to see the light of day again. You will linger like a corpse for five hundred years, only to wait for your soul and true yang to dissipate and become food for ghosts. Since this is the case, why not give it a try? Even if your life is controlled by others, at least you are alive, right?"

"Hey, Brother Wuyou... I wish you good luck!" The figure disappeared.

Sun Wuyou returned to his own cave, summoned his disciples, and said calmly: "Get started!"

The three Xutian monks looked at each other with serious expressions, but finally bowed and accepted the order and left quickly.

Five days later, Sun Wuyou went to the Jiuyou Palace, worshipped the Jiuyou Heavenly Book, and borrowed the seal of the contract with the Wujian Ghost Mother.

Inside a vast and gloomy cave.

On the altar is a stone statue of the Ghost Mother of Infernal Affairs, and below it are the Seven Yin Generals.

Sun Wuyou lit the corpse candle, bowed three times, placed the ancient sword in the statue of the Ghost Mother, and began the sacrifice.

The ghosts on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner sank into one of the statues of Yin Shuai. After a moment, the statue suddenly opened its eyes, which were cold and gloomy.

This beast is none other than Jingwang, one of the seven Yin generals under the Ghost Mother.

"Feast!"

At Sun Wuyou's command, all the boys and girls who had been unconscious for three thousand Yin years, Yin months and Yin times around the altar woke up and cried loudly in fear.

The statue of Yin Shuai had greed in its eyes. It opened its mouth and sucked. The children exploded and died one after another, and their blood, essence, and souls flew out and sank into its mouth.

Sun Wuyou looked calm. The Netherworld Sect was a top-notch sect. In addition to controlling a large area within the cultivation world, it also had many secret realms. All living beings in this country were consumables.

After a while, a figure walked out of the statue, his body covered in blood. The souls of three thousand children appeared and disappeared in his body, crying miserably.

Jing Wang licked his lips, looking as if he was still unsatisfied.

"Sun Wuyou, I have been waiting for you for a long time." His voice was harsh, neither male nor female, making people feel numb.

At this time, a wisp of Yin Qi condensed and transformed into the appearance of a ghost king. He looked at Sun Wuyou with angry and vicious eyes, and roared at Jing Wang in a cowardly manner: "Jing Wang, you have crossed the line! I want to report..."

Jing Wang opened his mouth and sucked, swallowing the ghost king into his stomach, and laughed: "How dare you, an ant, yell at me!"

Sun Wuyou groaned. This ghost king was originally his contracted ghost. His soul was also injured when he was killed. But his expression remained unchanged. He bowed to Jingwang and said, "Master Jingwang, under the ancient contract of the ghost mother, I hope you will abide by the agreement."

A cold light flashed in Jing Wang's blood-red eyes, and then he laughed: "Of course, I am also looking forward to having another person from the Netherworld Sect under my command!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a ray of blood light and shot into Sun Wuyou's brow.

The statue of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld on the altar seemed to open its eyes and look for a moment, and then the phantom of the ancient contract flew out and also sank into the center of Sun Wuyou's eyebrows.

In an instant, Sun Wuyou's blood boiled, his soul and heavenly world were changing, the magic circle in the cave flickered with dim light, and blood mist emerged from the blood pool that had been prepared long ago and sank into his body.

These forces intertwined in the body, and finally, with Gu Qi as the core, they transformed into the shadow of a gloomy stone door. The stone door slowly opened, and endless Yin energy poured in, condensing into a seed of power in Sun Wuyou's body.

Half a day passed.

When he opened his eyes, a voice that sounded neither male nor female laughed wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Sun Wuyou, I'll give you a chance. I'll watch you. You'd better go far away, otherwise...hahahaha..."

Sun Wuyou looked indifferent. Since it was a gamble, there would be wins and losses. As long as he won, he would have a chance of success!
If you lose, there's no way back, it's just... a little more miserable than death!
He opened his collar and looked down. A seed of a flower from the underworld was slowly growing, nourished by his soul and body.

"The first step is completed, and the next step is the second step. Offering a sect with a great yin and yang master as a sacrifice should be enough!"

He took a step outside the cave. Thunder rumbled in the sky. Even if the secret method was used to cover it up, borrowing the power of the underworld was still not tolerated by the way of heaven.

He glanced at the headquarters of the Netherworld Sect. It would be enough to sacrifice tens of thousands of Netherworld Sect monks.

But he didn't dare to do that. As an elder of the Netherworld Sect, he naturally knew how terrifying the Netherworld Sect was.

For the Netherworld Sect, death is never the end. Even being devoured by the contracted Ghost King is a relatively good destination!
This sect in the lower world seems to only have celestial cultivators, but it also contains great terror.

Or rather, all the top sects in the world are like this!
……

In Beiquan Cave, Gu Yuanqing felt something in his heart.

He came to the top of the mountain, looked at the Qianyuan Realm with his Dongxu Tianpu, and then looked at this world with the method of observing a mountain.

Well, nothing noteworthy.

Then he looked towards the Demon Realm and saw that there were no external enemies attacking and everything was peaceful.

Looking at the demon realm in the underground cave again, there are no demon beasts, only demonic energy that is constantly transforming into nourishment for the growth of Beiquan Cave Heaven. The spirit of the Lord of the Demon Sword is still unknown where it is hidden, and it seems that the changes he feels have nothing to do with this world.

"Could it be that the Ancient Divine Sect has freed up its hands to attack the Qianyuan Realm?"

Gu Yuanqing frowned slightly, but always felt something was wrong. He looked towards the cultivation world again, but still didn't find anything within his field of vision.

"Well, today, my cultivation has reached the peak of Yin-Yang Zhoutian, which is much stronger than before. The power of Beiquan Dongtian is also incomparable to before. Since I can't detect where this change comes from, I can just wait and see."

Twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

There was no change within the Three Realms, but Gu Yuanqing was still on guard and did not dare to get involved in deep practice. He just honed his state of mind and cultivation every day to perfect his own practice.

That day, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Chiyuanzhou.

Eighty thousand miles away, a short, skinny old man in black was seen standing on the top of a mountain. He was shrouded in yin energy, with bloodshot eyes swirling around him. His gaze was extremely cold, as if he was looking across the line of sight at Gu Yuanqing.

"The Netherworld Sect?"

Gu Yuanqing frowned slightly. The distance was too far to sense his cultivation level. But when Gu Yuanqing saw him, he suddenly realized that the strangeness he had noticed these days came from this person.

To be honest, this person gave Gu Yuanqing a strange feeling at this moment. He did not feel threatened, but the fact that this person could arouse his Tao heart from such a long distance was worthy of his attention.

Sun Wuyou did not sense Gu Yuanqing, but just looked in the direction of Qianyuan Sect determined by the sect.

His eyes fell on the Yunque Palace in front of him.

There are celestial beings and many cultivators there. If he can devour them, his strength will be able to be further improved. Along the way, he has destroyed several sects. In addition to hundreds of thousands of blood foods and living souls, he has not experienced the heavenly tribulation, but his strength has already climbed to the Yin-Yang realm.

Feeling the unprecedented powerful force within his body, greed and passion appeared in his eyes.

But after a moment, he finally suppressed the fear in his heart. After all, Yunque Palace and Youming Sect had a connection. If they were destroyed, there would be trouble.

Moreover, the commotion before was already big enough. If they took action again, people would see that the Netherworld Sect had used forbidden techniques, which would be troublesome.

Once the news got out, the Yin-Yang cultivators of Qianyuan Sect would be prepared and might cause trouble. If they escaped in advance, it would affect the overall situation and the loss would outweigh the gain.

After a while, two figures of Xutian monks arrived at the top of the mountain.

"Meet Uncle Master!"

"Where are the things?" Sun Wuyou's voice was cold.

The two Xutian monks from the Netherworld Sect were frightened, feeling that Elder Sun today was completely different from before. They did not dare to look him in the eye, but leaned forward to hand over the things they had prepared.

"The base of Qianyuan Sect in Chiyuan Realm is Longdong Mountain. Its main gate should be within 3,000 miles of the sea area west of Longdong Mountain. It is covered by a magic array, so it is difficult to find out its exact location. From what we explored in the North Sea that year, its base should be a cave, carried by a mountain-carrying tortoise. If we want to attack it, this is the biggest variable."

Sun Wuyou asked a few more questions, and the two Netherworld Sect cultivators answered hurriedly, then bowed and retreated. They did not dare to stay by Sun Wuyou's side for long. They felt as if they would face a catastrophic disaster at any time.

Sun Wuyou used the Yin Dun technique to travel through the ground.

Gu Yuanqing followed the lead with his eyes. After a long while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. He saw that in a mountain village where Sun Wuyou passed by, all the people and animals suddenly died. Their bodies turned into mummies. When the breeze blew, the mummies turned into powder.

Watching the wisps of blood and soul entering this person's body, his aura seemed to become stronger.

Gu Yuanqing's expression turned cold, and he whispered to himself, "The Netherworld Sect really deserves to die! No wonder Gong Xin and Zuo Qiu of the Holy Heaven Sect treated human lives as worthless and didn't care at all. It turns out that everyone from top to bottom is like this."

He is not a saint. To be precise, many people died at the hands of Gu Yuanqing, including the soldiers of the God and Demon Mountain in the Underworld, the monks of the Seven Sects of the North Sea, and even the deaths of billions of lives in the Xieyue Realm during the world conflict. They were all related to him.

But these were all enemies, completely different from what this person is doing today.

Gu Yuanqing actually didn't have much prejudice against good and evil, but humans are not plants, and they should feel sympathy for their own kind. Seeing such a scene really made him feel uncomfortable.

How dare a cultivator who is at most in the Yin-Yang realm be so unscrupulous?

Originally, he wanted to see what this cultivator from the Netherworld Sect was planning to do, but now he suddenly lost interest.

"Since he's an enemy and you don't like him, just kill him!"

When the murderous intent arose, Gu Yuanqing stretched out his hand, his mind merged with the Beiquan Cave Heaven, and he performed the Heavenly Fishing Technique using the Dongxu Heavenly Pupil as a guide.

Sun Wuyou went towards Longdong Mountain. He did not plan to rush directly to the Qianyuan Sect’s headquarters. Most sect headquarters have powerful magic arrays. Besides, if he went to the sea, it would be difficult to mess with the Mountain God Turtle.

He was planning to besiege Longdong Mountain and lure out the Yin-Yang masters of Qianyuan Sect. He also wanted to avoid revealing too much power during the siege, in case the other party saw the danger and cut off his arms to survive. While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt frightened, his hair stood on end, and a great fear emerged.

Tremendous pressure came from all directions, and all the true energy, soul, and even consciousness seemed to become stagnant in this moment!

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly realized that a master had attacked him. He roared, and used all his strength to activate his skills, shaking the world of heaven and man, and stimulating the flower of the underworld...

(End of this chapter)