Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 103: The Outsider. (Second update! Please subscribe first!)

Shujiabao.

Ghost cellar.

In the dim secret room, dusty [Yin dishes] were arranged in a staggered pattern, the yin energy was thick and the chill was biting.

"Whoever moves will die!"

Wu Rushou's voice was chilling and reached everyone's ears.

Seeing that he was going to take over all the [Yin Dish] containing ghost servants here, Li Lian and other cultivators at the fourth level of Qi training were immediately furious, but due to Wu Rushou's cultivation level, they dared not say anything, and no one was the first to speak out at this time.

There was a sudden silence in the ghost cellar.

Wu Rushou exuded a cold aura, and his murderous gaze swept over everyone one by one. Seeing that they all subconsciously avoided his sight and no one dared to disobey, he nodded with satisfaction and walked towards a sealed [Yin Dish].

This is a black pottery jar with four handles and heavy ring patterns. It has a wide mouth and a bulging belly. A talisman is sealed on the mouth of the jar, and the original lid is pressed on top. The whole jar, including the corners where the talisman is exposed and the surrounding area of ​​the jar, are covered with a thick layer of dust. It is obvious that it has been stored for more than forty-nine days.

Wu Rushou immediately cut open his palm, dripped spiritual blood onto the [Yin Pan], and then cast a series of spells.

The spiritual blood was pulled into the air, surrounding the black pottery jar. It immediately turned into a puff of blood mist. After a few ups and downs, it transformed into a dense network of runes, which burned into the black pottery jar in order...

Not long after, the spell was completed, and Wu Rushou successfully put his own blood mark on this [Yin Dish].

Until this time, he finally reached out with confidence and untied the talisman that sealed it.

As soon as the mouth of the black pottery jar was opened, a strong yin energy immediately filled out from inside. This yin energy was like black smoke, visible to the naked eye, and it was chilling. In the yin energy, a tall and thin figure slowly emerged. Its body was as narrow as a line, and it was extremely tall, reaching the top of the ghost pit. Its two arms were weak and boneless and hung to the ground. On its neck was a head that was between a triangle and an oblate, with no eyes, nose, or ears, only a vertical mouth that started from the head and extended all the way to the waist.

This ghost was filled with yin energy, and it was actually the sixth level of [Tongue-Pulling Hell]!
Wu Rushou was immediately overjoyed. If all the [Yin Plates] here were of this quality, then as long as he collected all the [Yin Plates] here, he would definitely be able to win even if he encountered the Jia brothers and sisters joining forces!
With this thought in mind, he immediately walked quickly to a dark red pottery jar also sealed with a talisman, ready to refine the second [Yin Dish], but at this moment...

The tall ghost swung his arm and suddenly grabbed Wu Rushou's head.

puff!
Wu Rushou was caught off guard, and his head was instantly blown apart, exploding like a ripe watermelon!

As blood and flesh splattered, the blood in his chest wrapped in colorful internal organs burst to the top. The headless corpse paused in place before falling down weakly.

More blood continued to gush out from the wound, and in a blink of an eye, a pool of blood accumulated on the ground, and the bloody smell quickly spread.

In an instant, the entire ghost cellar was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Roar! !

After killing Wu Rushou, the tall ghost immediately raised his head and let out an angry roar, then attacked other living people around him without any hesitation.

Only then did everyone react to the sudden fear and immediately ran towards the corridor they came from in panic.

"Wu Rushou is dead! Run! Run away!"

"These [Yin Yuan] are traps! The ghosts inside haven't been refined at all!"

"Go find the Jia brothers and sisters quickly. Only the Jia brothers and sisters can deal with ghosts of this level!"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The crowd was in chaos, and everyone was trying every possible way to run forward, wishing they had more legs.

The two monks who were fleeing in the front saw the corridor in sight and just showed a little joy on their faces. Before they could step in, the wind suddenly blew behind them, and a tall ghost appeared in front of them silently. He stretched out his arms and took out two hearts that were still beating slightly with his bare hands.

The two monks felt a chill in their chests, and when they looked down, they saw the hole in their chests and the blood gushing out.

thump……

The bodies, still warm, collapsed instantly. The tall ghost's head slowly spun, scanning the entire area. It quickly stuffed the two hearts in its hands into its mouth, chewing them rapidly for a few seconds before turning its gaze back to the other surviving monks.

Seeing this, several monks with quick reactions hurriedly controlled their ghost servants and corpse puppets to pounce on the tall ghost, while they themselves quickly ran in the opposite direction.

However, Wu Rushou was killed, and his ghost servant, who was at the fifth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison], lost the restraint of his master and soon attacked the surrounding monks.

Ping Pong Pong...

In just a few breaths, several more monks died.

In the midst of the chaos, Li Lian'an's already pale face became even paler. He followed a few lucky monks and quickly fled towards the depths of the ghost cellar.

The light here is dim, and even a monk can only see the outline.

In a panic, they saw a stone door on the mountain wall deep in the ghost cellar.

bang bang bang...

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The sounds of fighting and shrill screams continued to be heard from behind, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, stimulating my instincts crazily.

Li Lian and his companions did not dare to look back at all. At the moment, they were running like wolves and rabbits, and they did not have time to think about anything else. They just fled in whichever direction there was a road. Suddenly, they saw this door, and without caring about anything else, they stepped forward, pushed it open, and rushed in desperately.

Several people rushed into the stone gate and were about to continue looking for a way to escape. After seeing the scene in front of them, they were all stunned.

Behind the door was a prison. Inside the fence made of red blood iron, some rotten grass leaves were randomly piled up, and a figure in tattered clothes was sitting cross-legged on top.

The figure had messy long hair hanging down, covering his face. His head was tilted and he was motionless. His limbs and waist were tightly bound with red blood iron chains. The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the mountain wall behind the fence.

Apart from this prison, there is nothing here. The only exit is the stone door they came in through.

At this moment, sensing someone breaking in, the chained figure in the cell slowly raised his head. Beneath his disheveled hair and face, a pair of dark green eyes swept over Li Lian and the others. He immediately opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse voice: "Outsider..."

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Shujiabao.

Go to the corridor of the ancestral hall.

The Jia siblings followed Ji Mingjia all the way and soon saw many figures in front of them. When they got closer, they saw a middle-aged male cultivator in gorgeous clothes in the front, followed by skinny cultivators with dark skin. They were the fourth-level Qi training cultivators who had traveled with Ji Mingjia before.

At this moment, these people were leaning against the mountain walls on both sides of the corridor, leaving the middle passage open. They all had stiff faces and stared at the Jia brothers and sisters who were approaching from afar without any expression.

Feeling everyone's gazes, the Jia siblings didn't notice anything wrong. Jia Bin looked around and immediately asked, "This is the way to the ancestral hall. Fellow Daoist Ji, is the banner there now?"

Ji Mingjia didn't reply, but walked forward with somewhat stiff movements.

However, the Jia brothers and sisters seemed to have heard a positive response. They were all cheered up and immediately followed Ji Mingjia, quickening their pace.

The monks on both sides also turned around immediately and followed the Jia brothers and sisters.

A group of people walked quickly in the corridor, their steps were surprisingly neat, and the team was very quiet, with no one making any noise.

Step, step, step...

As they walked, Jia Miaoniang felt something was amiss. After thinking about it carefully, she asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Ji, where is your ghost servant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mingjia, who had been walking in front, suddenly stopped. His body did not move, but his head turned stiffly 180 degrees, looking at the Jia brothers and sisters with empty eyes.

(End of this chapter)