Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 509 Scissors Hell. (Second Update!)

what?
Seeing this, Zheng Que was stunned. He had said that Xue Shuangzi should spar with him, not cooperate with his cultivation. How could she...?

Did the other person mishear?

Or did I just say something wrong?
Before he could think further, Xue Shuangzi walked over, clearly displeased.

So, he quickly activated the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Record] again...

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Time passed slowly, and three days later, at Blood Tong Pass.

The turbulence of the crimson mist gradually subsided, returning to its initial calm.

In the mist, the ghostly creatures that had been running rampant across the mountains and fields had disappeared as the ghostly tide subsided.

Deep within the Blood Pass, the ghosts no longer riot and try to escape.

However, the ghosts that had escaped to the outer area did not return to their lair immediately, but instead gathered on the outskirts and wandered around in twos and threes.

A significant portion of the resource points were razed to the ground by the onslaught of the ghost tide, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The entire Xue Tong Pass was unusually quiet at this moment.

Even the numerous ghosts lingering on the outskirts showed no sign of roaring or howling; beneath the blood mist, it seemed to have become a dead zone.

On the outskirts of Xue Tong Pass, at the foot of a small hill, a gigantic ghost was wandering aimlessly.

Its aura is described as "Scissors Hell," resembling a mountain of flesh, entirely bluish-black, with scattered arms and ears. The most striking feature on its layered abdomen is a large, crooked mouth filled with fine, sharp teeth. As it moves, it drips black water, which, after staining the ground, rises with wisps of yin energy.

Suddenly, the flesh mountain demon froze in mid-air.

The next moment, he knelt down, many arms clutching his stomach, his entire body curled up, revealing a look of pain.

puff!
In the blink of an eye, the belly of this mountain of flesh was ripped open from the inside, and a human hand wrapped in yin energy emerged from the opening.

Roar! ! !
The fleshy monster struggled unwillingly, raising its head and roaring angrily, but soon, dozens of spells shot out from its belly.

puff puff puff...

The flesh mountain demon of the [Scissors Prison] rapidly weakened, its Yin energy dissipated sharply, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in fine clothes carrying a sword emerged from the belly of the ghost.

He looked up and casually wiped his face, revealing Yan Dong's face.

After emerging from that "strange" place in Yuwen Market, he was immediately confronted by a massive horde of ghosts.

In the urgency of the situation, he had no time to dodge and was swallowed by a [Scissors Prison] ghost, hiding inside its belly.

Now that the ghost tide has ended, the [Scissors Prison] flesh mountain ghost beneath our feet is no longer of any use.

Thinking of this, Yan Dong glanced around, identified the direction, and then fled in one direction.

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Blood Tong Pass, outer perimeter.

The narrow mountain valley was filled with twisted, black, withered trees.

Beneath the withered tree, a dozen ghostly figures drifted and wandered endlessly.

One of the ghosts suddenly reached out and removed a mask with blue faces and fangs from its face.

The mask was like a demon. The moment it was removed, the originally translucent ghostly body twisted and quickly revealed the figure of a lady in a gorgeous dress.

It was Song Jiaoyin!
The other ghosts around them sensed the presence of the living and turned their heads in unison, revealing greedy expressions.

Song Jiaoyin remained calm. The ghost tide had ended, and there were no more ghosts from the [Iron Tree Prison] nearby. She could easily handle a few [Scissors Prisons]!
The next moment, she flicked her sleeve and charged towards the ghosts.

Boom boom boom...

※※※ Blood Tong Pass, outer perimeter, high above the blood mist, a pure white cloud floats incongruously in mid-air, half of it tinged with crimson.

In the stillness, the surroundings were unusually clean, with no other ghosts in sight.

After seemingly observing cautiously for a moment, the cloud suddenly descended and stopped three inches above the ground.

The moment it stopped, the entire cloud mass quickly dissipated, revealing five figures hidden within.

The five figures were vaguely led by a cultivator in a green robe. He was slender with bright eyes, wore a carefree headscarf, and had a belt hanging from his waist with many small trinkets strung on it. He looked around with composure.

Behind him were four people, three men and one woman. The three male cultivators were dressed in brown blouses, blue blouses and pine green robes, while the female cultivator wore a cherry pink short jacket and an orange long skirt, with a flame-like flower decoration on her forehead.

All five individuals possessed late-stage Foundation Establishment auras, and their combined power was formidable.

After landing, the group quickly looked around. The brown-haired cultivator immediately said, "This ghost tide came suddenly. Fortunately, we have Fellow Daoist Zang's [Traceless Cloud Banner]."

"Otherwise, given the suddenness of the event and the overwhelming force of the ghost tide, we might not have survived."

The cultivator in the blue robe smiled upon hearing this and smugly agreed, "Although this sudden outbreak of ghost tide was very dangerous and almost cost us our lives, as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining, so it can be considered a good thing."

"At least it helped us eliminate all our opponents."

"There were countless examinees on the snow-capped mountain before, but now, besides the five of us, who knows how many are still alive?"

Upon hearing this, the leading cultivator in green robes, Zang Daosun, shook his head slightly and replied calmly, "Fellow Daoist Ruan, you underestimate your opponents in this Immortal Examination."

"Zhuo Tingchen from Yanzhou; Qiu Chunzhi from Mizhou; Fu Changxin from Luanzhou..."

"Since I have the [Traceless Cloud Banner], which allows me to avoid the ghost tide, my peers, whose family backgrounds are no less than mine, naturally also have similar trump cards to rely on."

"Moreover, Yan Dong from Yinshan Prefecture in Hengzhou and Song Jiaoyin from Qinzhou were both after 'strangeness' from the very beginning."

"They will certainly be fine."

"As for Yin Congyi of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, Zhu Shifen of the Marquis of Dongchuan's mansion, and Mu Weifu of the Minister of Justice's family... these three people had been suppressing their cultivation before the Immortal Examination and had not yet established their foundation."

"All of this is to take advantage of the current immortal test to build a Heavenly Dao Foundation."

"I don't know if these three can successfully build a Heavenly Grade Dao Foundation, but they should have no problem surviving a ghost tide."

"This doesn't even include those candidates who, by chance, hid in the 'strange' places, those candidates with special opportunities, and those candidates who were simply lucky..."

In short, the world is a vast and wondrous place.

"The ghost tide will eliminate those useless and incompetent candidates, but it won't have much impact on those who are truly qualified to enter the three lists."

"Alright, the ghost tide is over now."

"Keep clearing the land!"

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In the dilapidated palace, Zheng Que looked at the second page of the Book of Life and Death.

On this page, the bronze patterns are very clear, and the unevenness of the seam in the middle is particularly obvious. The yin energy emanating from it also seems to have been refined again, making it exceptionally deep and heavy.

Zheng Que reached out and touched the crack in the door.

Beneath the steps, an endless darkness suddenly descended, and the nine portals reappeared.

Originally, apart from the first gate, the other eight gates were all blurred and indistinct.

And now, the second gateway is becoming clear.

On this gate, several burly, grotesque figures are carved, one of whom is pinning down a figure bound hand and foot, holding a huge pair of scissors aloft, ready to inflict the punishment of scissors.

This is scissors hell!

(End of this chapter)