Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 99: Internal strife. (First update!)

Shujiabao.

Ghost fighting arena.

Looking at the girl ghost wearing a dull black dress with silver embroidery on the seat opposite, all the monks' faces changed drastically!
They couldn't see through the cultivation level of this ghost!

Even, it is impossible to judge whether this ghost is a "vengeful spirit", "evil spirit", "weird", "evil" or "evil"...!

Everyone wanted to escape immediately, but when they turned around, they found that the corridor they came from had disappeared without a trace. Only a solid mountain wall was left in its place. The mountain wall was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no trace of the corridor at all.

"Lu! Where's the Lu?"

A monk in a navy blue robe with long hair stared at the mountain wall and asked fearfully.

An atmosphere of fear quickly spread among the crowd, and the monks looked around in panic, trying to find other exits.

However, they found that the stepped seats that had just surrounded the side had disappeared at some point, and in their place was an incredibly high stone wall that curved in an arc, outlining a vague lotus shape, like a cage, framing them tightly, leaving them unable to see any way out.

Soon, a tall and thin monk pointed in the direction diagonally opposite and shouted hoarsely, "The road is up there!"

Everyone immediately looked in the direction the other person pointed, and saw that on the "high wall" diagonally opposite, a familiar-looking seat was gradually rising. On the mountain wall behind the seats, a secret door opened, revealing the corridor inside.

That's exactly where they just came in!

Looking at this scene, everyone's mind went blank.

It’s not that the corridor behind them disappeared, but that they fell into the ghost fighting arena!

The next moment, translucent figures began to emerge in the audience seats in the stands. These figures were tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, old and young, dressed differently, with strange shapes, and all wrapped in a thick layer of yin energy.

As the negative energy converged, it seemed as if the audience seats were covered with layers of black gauze, obscuring their faces and making them unclear. One could only feel the strong resentment and evil spirit.

In the ghost fighting arena, a cold and gloomy wind suddenly blew.

This gust of cold wind came suddenly, as if it was blowing from all directions, leaving no way to hide. In the blink of an eye, it made many monks feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar. The monks who had just been terrified and in a trance were immediately filled with cold energy and their expressions became extremely ferocious.

“Kill! Kill, kill, kill!!”

"You all must die! You all must die!"

“Hehehe…hahahahaha…”

Amidst the crazy shouting, the tall and thin monk suddenly drew his weapon, raised his hand and slashed directly at his friend beside him.

The monk in a navy blue robe with long hair also punched at the same time, hitting the companion closest to him hard.

A female cultivator in an orange dress plucked out her long hairpin and stabbed it directly into her friend's neck...

Ping Pong Pong...

Without any warning, a massacre broke out. The sound of metal clashing and fists and feet flying echoed throughout the lotus-shaped depression.

In just a moment, all the cultivators present, including Ying Yi, lost their minds and started fighting each other involuntarily.

As the monks fought among themselves, the smell of blood gradually filled the air. Warm liquid splashed like rain or dripped down, and the dark ground slowly gathered into a stream of flowing blood.

In the audience, the girl in a dark dress and a high bun stared fiercely into the lotus-shaped depression.

Seeing that more and more monks were dying, and their deaths were getting more and more miserable, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he suddenly let out a clear and cold laugh.

“Hehehe…” “Hehehehe…”

The laughter, which seemed innocent, sweet, yet filled with gloom, echoed for a long time throughout the ghost fighting arena.

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Shujiabao.

Underground mine.

Liang Yao's hands were still holding the storage bag open. Looking at the endless queue in front of her, she felt a piercing chill rising suddenly from her tailbone.

At this moment, Liang Yao's hair stood on end and without any hesitation, she instinctively wanted to escape.

But as soon as she thought of it, she found that her body had become extremely heavy, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on her, and she couldn't move at all.

Liang Yao's face changed, and she immediately realized that the ore she carried was too much and too heavy, preventing her from running!
She wanted to throw away the ore immediately, but suddenly found that the ore delivered to her hands did not enter the storage bag, but grew directly into her arms like living things.

click, click, click...

The long queue in front of her was still moving slowly in order, and one figure after another came over and handed her the [Red Blood Ore] they had dug out.

These figures were silent and docile, as if they were already accustomed to this scene. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, and they kept stuffing blood-colored ore into her hands.

Liang Yao looked at her arms. The original flesh and blood had been covered by minerals and turned into bright red rocks.

Realizing that something was wrong, she hurriedly wanted to call for help. However, when she looked around, she found that there were so many people in front of her that she couldn't recognize them at all. Which of these figures were the people she had just brought here?

Which ones are not?

As piece after piece of blood-colored ore was stuffed into her hands, Liang Yao felt herself becoming heavier and heavier.

The mineralization spread along her arms and towards her torso.

Seeing that if this continued, he would either be crushed to death by the ore or turned into a ore man, Liang Yao suddenly realized something. He immediately made up his mind, used all his spiritual power, and slammed his left and right hands on his shoulders!

puff puff!

Amidst the dull sound of shattering, blood fell like a torrential rain.

Liang Yao's arms were broken at the same time and fell to the ground. The wounds were covered with blood and flesh, revealing the white bones, which was shocking to look at!
The sudden severe pain woke her up.

Looking around again, I saw that this underground mine was just as empty as before. Where did all these crowds come from?

The rocks on all four sides were rugged and messy, exposing the black rock layers. Only some reddish stone chips remained on the ground. The pickaxes scattered on the ground were covered with thick dust. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time. It looked like the original [Red Blood Ore] had been mined out long ago, and this place was already an abandoned mine.

Her two arms that fell to the ground were withered and shriveled, filled with evil spirits, and were blue-black in color. They had completely transformed into two ghostly hands that looked completely different from human.

If she had moved a little slower, her entire body would have been enveloped by the Yin Qi, turning her into a half-human, half-ghost appearance...

"Hoohoho..."

Just as I was thinking about it, a low roar suddenly came from the side.

Liang Yao looked over and saw the fourth-level Qi training cultivators she brought with her standing crookedly not far away. They were all withered and decayed at this moment, surrounded by yin energy, with violently distorted expressions, looking more like evil spirits than ghosts.

These cultivators at the fourth level of Qi training seemed to have completely lost their minds. They all turned their heads and looked straight at Liang Yao.

(End of this chapter)