Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 494 Without Intelligence. (First Update!)

The dilapidated palace.

"Chi Luming!"

Zheng Que's deep and authoritative voice echoed in the hall.

The next moment, a thick fog rose from the hall, and a charred figure suddenly appeared.

It was tall and thin, appearing extremely large to outsiders, but here it looked about the same size as an ordinary person, its entire body resembling charcoal, and dust constantly falling as it moved.

Suddenly appearing in such a place filled with yin energy, the charred ghost of the [Iron Tree Prison] immediately wanted to let out a defiant roar to declare its sovereignty over the place, but soon...

It felt an irresistible pressure surging in along with the overwhelming yin energy. Above its head, in the inverted sea of ​​blood, the mountain of corpses appeared and disappeared, and the bones floated up and down. In the darkness all around, the sound of chains rubbing together seemed to carry endless punishment, and malice surged and gathered around like a raging storm.

On the opposite Dan Chi platform, just a corner of a robe hanging low, the flickering light of karmic fire within the embroidery seemed to have captured its soul hundreds of times.

The charred ghost was overwhelmed with fear, trembling all over as it lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even turn its head.

It instinctively knelt down, the sound of its head hitting the ground echoing throughout the hall.

Looking at the ghostly creature that was trying so hard to show its submission, Zheng Que, sitting on the limping armchair, nodded slightly.

No matter how arrogant the ghosts of the Iron Tree Prison are outside.

Once you enter this underworld, even ghosts several levels higher will be so frightened that they will obediently kowtow!
Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately spoke with an imposing air: "Do you know your crime!"

His voice, like rolling thunder, echoed from the imperial steps, as if an irresistible decree had descended.

The charred ghost felt the violent tremor in its mind and body, which caused its soul to tremble. It immediately kowtowed even more desperately.

Dong dong dong dong dong…

The resounding kowtows echoed throughout the hall.

Zheng Que waited patiently for the ghost's reaction.

However, after a while, the charred ghost continued to kowtow, showing no intention of answering his question.

Seeing this, Zheng Que frowned and said, "You audacious brat, you dare to avoid answering my questions! Your crime is compounded!"

"He deserves to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, to suffer all kinds of tortures, and never be able to be reborn!"

dong dong dong...

In response to Zheng Que's question, the charred ghost increased its kowtowing frequency once again, its kneeling below the hall almost leaving afterimages.

After receiving no response to his two consecutive questions, Zheng Que immediately realized that something was wrong.

This charred, ghostly creature doesn't seem to be able to speak!
To be precise, beneath intelligence lies only instinct!
Zheng Que was immediately incredulous; this was a ghost from the Iron Tree Prison.

Back when Shu Yunying and Ku Lan were in the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], they were already able to awaken their own intelligence.

This [Scorched Soul] has reached the cultivation level of [Iron Tree Prison], but in terms of intelligence, it is not even as good as the ghosts of [Tongue-Pulling Prison].
Moreover, this was after he had already bestowed an imperial decree upon the other party!
If they hadn't received the imperial decree, they might not even have the intelligence to kowtow so forcefully.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que frowned deeply. Without intelligence, how could he intimidate the other party? How could he make the other party serve him like a slave or a dog in the real world?
Of course, if he can improve the other party's cultivation level now, he should be able to enlighten the other party.

However, since [Jiao Po] has done nothing right now, what if he enlightens the other party and improves their cultivation, but the other party runs away just like [Xie Ying Xi] did last time?
This is a ghost from Blood Pass, a ghost from Blood Pass with a history of crimes!

If this [Scorched Soul] is the same kind of thing as [Evil Shadow Play], wouldn't all the Yin energy he painstakingly accumulated be wasted?
In a flash, Zheng Que frowned. The problem of the [Iron Tree Prison] ghost had to be dealt with first. Otherwise, no matter how much the ghost kowtowed now, once it left the underworld and escaped the illusion, it might just use him as food.

Now that we can't get them to obey us, we'll have to change our plan...

So Zheng Que picked up the gavel beside him with one hand and grabbed the limping grand master's chair behind him with the other.

dong dong dong...

Below the hall, Jiao Po was still frantically kowtowing in fear.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party kowtowed, Zheng Que used the [Phantom Escape Technique] to rush directly to [Jiao Po's] side.

Bang! !

Zheng Que's gavel slammed solidly onto Jiao Po's head.

Having already made his move, he naturally wouldn't give the other party any chance to retaliate. Just as the gavel fell, the chair carrying the [Nine Netherworld Relic] swung down hard again.

Ping Pong Pong...

The gavel and the lame armchair took turns smashing down on [Jiaopo].

[Jiao Po] screamed twice. When he was hit a second time, he lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog. His entire head was rotten and began to turn into wisps of pure Yin energy, which slowly dissipated in all directions.

Zheng Que dared not stop for a moment, fearing that [Jiao Po] was pretending to be dead and would suddenly attack when he was careless, instantly killing him, the Underworld Lord who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage!
bang bang bang...

For a long time, the sound of blunt instruments striking repeatedly echoed in the dilapidated hall.

After a while, [Jiaopo] was completely destroyed, leaving not even ashes behind.

Looking at the empty floor, Zheng Que finally breathed a sigh of relief. Holding the gavel in one hand and the limping chair in the other, he returned to the hall and slowly sat down.

After settling down, he immediately glanced at the Book of Life and Death in front of him, confirming the record of "Chi Luming" and that he had already perished. Only then did he feel completely at ease and begin to seriously ponder a question.

The person who just used his own "law" is basically Yin Congyi's master.

When the other party borrowed his "law," they first gave him a fragment, which should have been a condition for the other party to use their methods.

Within the entire "strange" entity, the only people who possessed the fragments were Liao Zhanbo, Yan Dong, Song Jiaoyin, Yin Congyi, and the unfamiliar young cultivator within the "strange" entity.

Liao Zhanbo, Yan Dong, and Song Jiaoyin can be directly ruled out.

He knew better than anyone the condition of the fragments on these three people who had been trapped in their own illusion.

The unfamiliar young cultivator figure in the "strange" scene is also impossible.

If this is a method from the "weirdos," then when facing the attack of [Scorched Soul], it would have already destroyed that [Iron Tree Prison].

That leaves only Yin Congyi.

That fragment belonged to Yin Congyi!

Yin Congyi's master gave him the fragment from Yin Congyi's body, and then his "law" inexplicably began to go out of control...

(End of this chapter)