Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 598 Clash. (First Update!)

At this moment, Zheng Que was completely baffled by Yin Congyi's question.

It's true that he's in cahoots with [Evil Shadow Play], but how did the news about the high-level cultivator's tomb become a trap he set for himself?
I came to this place to search for the tombs of high-ranking cultivators...

and many more!

trap?

The fact that Yin Congyi said this means that the other party did not find the tomb of a high-level cultivator in this vicinity!

Although the other party is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, his master Yan Bingyi is a true high-level cultivator. If there is really an opportunity here, Yin Congyi may not be able to find it, but Yan Bingyi certainly will!

In other words, there are no so-called high-level cultivator tombs here at all?

Just as he was thinking this, the Core Formation female cultivator charged over with a murderous look on her face.

Zheng Que snapped out of his daze and immediately said to the Shiqi Ancestor controlled by the [Evil Shadow Play] beside him, "Go!"

As he spoke, he summoned several ghost servants of the [Scissors Prison] from his Soul Nourishing Bag and went to meet the Core Formation female cultivator.

Upon seeing this, the Core Formation female cultivator was slightly taken aback.

She originally intended to deal with the ghost of the [Iron Tree Prison] first, but unexpectedly, this Heavenly Rank Dao Foundation cultivator charged towards her first?

Yes!

For her, it doesn't matter which one she deals with first.

Hopefully, that young man from the Duke of Dingguo's mansion won't waste his good background and can buy her some more time.

While pondering, the Core Formation female cultivator acted without the slightest hesitation, immediately striking Zheng Que with a palm.

The palm wind of the Core Formation stage cultivator howled and surged, stirring up the surrounding blood mist, roaring in like a raging torrent. In an instant, there was overwhelming pressure from all directions.

Zheng Que remained calm and his expression did not change. When he was dealing with Yin Congyi earlier, he was wary of Yin Congyi's master, Yan Bingyi, and dared not use his full strength. But now that he was only dealing with a Core Formation female cultivator, he had nothing to worry about.

So he raised his right hand and struck out with his palm at the Core Formation female cultivator.

As he made his move, a huge palm print phantom rose up. The palm print was surrounded by rolling Yin energy, which was terrifying, but inside it was pure true essence, which exuded extremely strong Yang energy. The black and white colors intertwined, as if Yin and Yang shone together.

This is the "United Ghost Hands"!
boom! ! !
The palm wind and the palm print collided without reservation. With a loud bang, the Core Formation female cultivator's palm wind instantly dissipated, while the black and white palm print formed by the [Heart-to-Heart Ghost Hand] continued to bombard the Core Formation female cultivator with undiminished momentum.

Seeing this, the Core Formation female cultivator was startled and immediately cast a spell, causing her body to once again be filled with dense corpse energy.

However, just as this tangible aura of death gathered in front of her, the [United Ghost Hand] swept over her.

The corpse energy was instantly forced back, just like ordinary mist, unable to withstand the black and white palm prints.

Feeling the fierce attack coming at her, the Core Formation female cultivator immediately raised her hand, and another pale, swollen corpse hand emerged from her sleeve, slamming towards the palm print of the [Heart-to-Heart Ghost Hand].

boom!
With a short, muffled thud, the black and white palm prints finally dissipated. At the same time, the Core Formation female cultivator was sent flying backward. Just before she hit the ground, she braced herself with her hands, performed a nimble backflip, and finally landed steadily amidst the fluttering of her skirt.

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as she stood still, the Core Formation female cultivator couldn't help but burst into a violent cough, then opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. A smear of crimson blood appeared on her lips, which looked rather shockingly beautiful in the blood mist.

Within her wide sleeves, the corpse's hand fell to the ground, already severed in half. When she turned her head to look at Zheng Que again, her previously indifferent face was now filled with shock.

This Heavenly Grade Dao Foundation cultivator is stronger than the ghosts in the ordinary Iron Tree Prison!

We can't hold back anymore!
Otherwise, she risked being ruined here today!
In the blink of an eye, the Core Formation female cultivator opened her storage bag and released two corpse puppets.

The two corpse puppets, the one on the left, was nine feet tall, clad in heavy armor, its exact appearance obscured. It exuded the murderous aura unique to veteran generals of the battlefield. Upon its appearance, it seemed to stir up the omnipresent murderous aura of Blood Pass, causing its aura to rise slightly. The corpse aura around its heavy armor rolled in, appearing dark green. Even before getting close, a strange fragrance wafted out, as if infused with some special medicine. The one on the right, on the other hand, was short in stature, wearing a wooden mask and a gray robe. Its arms were broken, and it moved with the lightness of a feather, appearing exceptionally agile. The corpse aura of this puppet had a faint purple tinge, hazy and indistinct, making its figure appear and disappear.

Both corpse puppets exuded the aura of the [Iron Tree Prison].

Immediately afterwards, the Core Formation female cultivator took out a pale bone whip from her storage bag.

This bone whip is like a scorpion's tail, covered with barbs, and exudes a faint spiritual energy. It is a magical artifact!
Seeing that the other party was serious, Zheng Que remained calm. This Core Formation female cultivator's strength was no less than that of the former Ancestor Shi Qi.

However, in a direct confrontation, his opponent was clearly no match for his "United Ghost Hands".

But they didn't know the strength of the other party's magic weapon or the two corpse puppets.
While pondering, Zheng Que channeled his energy into his right palm and struck out again.

boom……

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Just as Zheng Que and the Core Formation female cultivator were engaged in a fierce battle, Yin Congyi immediately wanted to step forward to help, but he was stopped by the Shiqi Ancestor, who was controlled by the [Evil Shadow Play], as soon as he took a step.

Whoosh!
Ancestor Shiqi's face was gloomy. He raised his hand and grabbed at Yin Congyi's head.

Yin Congyi frowned slightly. With his master's reminder, he dared not be touched by Ancestor Shiqi. He immediately used his escape technique to dodge the opponent's grab.

However, just as he was about to unleash his magic to retaliate after landing, a dozen shadowy "shadows" suddenly appeared behind him, silently reaching out to grab at the back of his head, neck, and back.

Realizing the situation, Yin Congyi hurriedly used his escape technique again to avoid it.

But just like before, as soon as he paused for a moment, countless figures immediately appeared in the surrounding blood mist, rushing towards him from all directions.

Whoosh...

As his clothes fluttered in the wind, Yin Congyi used his escape techniques to avoid being touched by the [Evil Shadow Play]. However, although this kept him safe for the time being, he could not find an opportunity to make a move and could only keep dodging.

Gradually, he realized that he was surrounded by shadowy figures, which blocked all his escape routes.

All the "shadow figures" who were just surrounding Zheng Que and the Core Formation female cultivator were all drawn over by [Evil Shadow Play] to deal with him alone!
Feeling the space around him shrink rapidly, Yin Congyi frowned. Just as he was about to continue using his escape technique, he suddenly found his body stiff and unable to move.

He was startled and immediately noticed that his shadow had been connected by a thin black thread at some point.

The black thread swayed gently, drifting high into the sky until it disappeared into the clouds above.

The clouds overhead, which were originally piled up thickly and showed no abnormalities, suddenly revealed a huge seven-fingered bone hand floating above the clouds. As it rose and fell, the seven fingers would occasionally make graceful hand gestures, pulling countless black threads that cascaded down like a waterfall.

The skeletal hand was enormous and pale, surrounded by a dense aura of yin energy, radiating a powerful pressure.

Yin Congyi's expression changed immediately, and he realized that it was the true form of the [Evil Shadow Play]!

But I wasn't touched by any "shadow" just now, so why did I still get hit?
The moment this thought arose, his consciousness seemed to be suddenly plunged to the bottom of a cold spring, and began to blur rapidly.

(End of this chapter)