Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 261 The Main Hall. (Second Update!)

Just then, the main hall door opened silently again, and the two ghostly creatures that had just entered the main hall slowly moved out.

Zheng Que immediately looked at the two ghosts. After they came out, they stood obediently to the side, their appearance and aura seemingly unchanged.

Seeing this, Zheng Que immediately asked, "What's the situation inside?"

Qingli glanced at the two ghosts and quickly replied, "After Grandma let these two ghosts in, they attacked everything they could see."

"Since these two ghosts are alright now, it means there shouldn't be any major risks inside."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que was somewhat surprised. Chen Zhentao from Xuanyuan Pavilion wasn't inside?

Otherwise, if those two ghostly creatures attacked the disciples of Xuanyuan Pavilion, they would definitely be killed in retaliation...

Do not!
Those are disciples of the Xuanyuan Pavilion; they have plenty of methods to evade the perception of ordinary ghosts.

After all, what he sent in this time were just ordinary ghosts from the summoning banner, not ghost servants with underworld duties.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Que shook the soul-summoning banner, capturing the two terrifying-looking ghosts inside, and then said, "Let's go in and take a look!"

With that, he took the lead and walked towards the main hall.

Upon seeing this, the four ghost servants quickly followed.

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Wanshan Temple

main hall.

In the dim light, Chen Zhentao swallowed the Foundation Establishment Pill in one gulp. His aura surged and converged, causing his robes and hair to flutter wildly.

He unleashed a series of incantations, then suddenly shouted, "【Spirit Gathering True Technique】!"

In an instant, his entire body became like a leaky sieve, emitting wisps of white smoke.

After these white wisps appeared, they quickly rose into the air and condensed into strange runes.

Chen Zhentao's aura began to surge rapidly, expanding to an extremely powerful level in the blink of an eye.

He immediately took out a large number of spirit stones from his storage bag.

As soon as all the spirit stones left the storage bag, they transformed into streams of pure spiritual energy, which were frantically absorbed by the runes formed from the white smoke surrounding Chen Zhentao.

As the smoke absorbed more and more spiritual energy, Chen Zhentao's aura grew stronger and stronger.

His eyes were fixed on the Yao Guan Master not far away. He was a disciple of Xuanyuan Pavilion, and his resources and foundation were far beyond those of those rogue cultivators!

Even if I force myself to build a foundation now, I won't be able to achieve a Heaven-grade Dao Foundation, but at least I'll be at the Earth-grade level!
The abbess of Yao Temple wouldn't find it so easy to kill him now...

Before his thoughts had even settled, Chen Zhentao's aura suddenly became chaotic without warning.

"puff!"

Caught completely off guard, he immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of purplish-red blood. His surging aura abruptly stopped, his Foundation Establishment cultivation interrupted on the spot, and the white smoke runes floating in mid-air vanished without a trace in an instant.

As a result of the backlash from the technique, Chen Zhentao was seriously injured on the spot. He knelt on the ground, pressed his hand to his chest, and vomited blood continuously.

This……

What happened? Chen Zhentao's expression changed drastically. The steps of Foundation Establishment were correct, so why did it fail?

Before he could think any further, the abbot of Yao Temple's icy voice rang out from not far away: "Our temple not only accumulates merit and does good deeds, but also frequently gives alms. Our incense is also highly effective, and our fortune-telling is unparalleled, never making a mistake!"

"I said you wouldn't live to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, and you definitely won't live to see it!"

"Guards, escort this fellow Daoist on his way!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the palace doors suddenly opened, and two strangely shaped figures walked in from outside.

While coughing up blood, Chen Zhentao tried to open his eyes wide and look towards the door.

Those were two extremely tall and robust figures, much taller than ordinary people. The figure on the left had a horse's head and a human body; the figure on the right had a bull's head and a human body. Both were clad in armor and wielded weapons, exuding an imposing aura, and looked just like the legendary Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

At that moment, Bull Head held a sharp steel fork in his hand. After entering the room, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately thrust the fork towards Chen Zhentao's head.

At the same moment, Ma Mian raised his spear and thrust it into Chen Zhentao's stomach.

Chen Zhentao, who was seriously injured, quickly used his last bit of strength to dodge to the side.

boom! ! !
With a loud bang, the spot where Chen Zhentao had just stood was pierced through by the steel fork and spear, leaving a huge hole. Sand and stones flew all around, and large plumes of dust kept billowing out, swirling like a blizzard and filling the entire hall.

The entire main hall trembled violently, the aftershocks rippling around like waves, stirring up gusts of cold wind that filled the room. The furniture inside the hall was scattered and tilted, and even the tassels and crowns on the altar swayed slightly, making a soft, icy sound as they struck each other.

"Cough cough cough..."

Having barely dodged the attack, Chen Zhentao suddenly burst into an uncontrollable cough, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Without taking a break, he quickly cast another complex spell.

The next moment, his aura changed rapidly, and his aura began to rise steadily.

However, during the activation of the spell, his vital energy was being rapidly depleted. His once healthy and plump skin now appeared withered and dry, and his jet-black hair was turning white inch by inch from the tips.

In the blink of an eye, the once dashing and vibrant young man suddenly showed obvious signs of aging.

This is the [Sacrifice of Essence and Depletion Technique]. This technique can burn his primordial spirit, lifespan, yang energy, and even his fundamental essence to achieve a qualitative leap in strength in a short period of time!

This is a forbidden technique of the Xuanyuan Pavilion!
Unless it's a matter of life and death, none of the disciples in the sect will use it.

In this situation, he can't trust anything in the storage bag.

They can't even forcefully establish a foundation!
Only this technique is immune to illusions!
In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhentao's aura instantly surpassed the limit of the Qi Refining stage and reached the Foundation Establishment level!
In that split second, he suddenly realized that the so-called abbot of Yao Temple, who had been staring at him with malice in the hall, was just a blue and white porcelain vase as tall as a person in the corner.

The vase was elegantly decorated, with a white background and blue patterns that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The intertwined floral patterns created a cold and serene atmosphere. At this moment, the lush vines seemed like a well-woven net, tightly trapping everything in the hall.

The true abbot of Yao Temple is no longer here.

The two terrifying bull-headed and horse-faced demons who had just rushed in were merely two bizarre-looking ghosts with an aura of only the fifth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell].

The scene of destruction caused by the two ghostly creatures was reduced to a few faint scratches on the floor tiles.

At this moment, after these two ghosts, both at the fifth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], attacked Chen Zhentao once, they seemed to have completed some task and quickly fled from the main hall, showing no intention of continuing to entangle him.

Chen Zhentao was stunned by the scene before he could recover, and the palace doors were opened again.

A tall, imposing figure strode in, holding a soul-summoning banner in his hand. Behind him, graceful and elegant, were four beautiful female ghosts, each with their own unique charm.

(End of this chapter)