Mortal Cultivation to Immortality: I Have 108,000 Techniques

Zhang Yi released his divine sense and scanned the surroundings, then reached out and grabbed downwards.

A storage bag flew up and landed in his hand.

This material is of excellent quality; it is a rare high-level storage bag that can be refined and bound to a master.

Despite the astonishing power of the skeletal corpse's self-destruction, it was not destroyed.

It's just that because its owner has been gone for many years, the divine imprint on the storage bag has long since disappeared.

Zhang Yi probed into the divine sense, but quickly and discreetly withdrew it.

Wang Ying had already subdued the armored corpse, put it into a leather bag, and hung it on his waist.

Guided by the magical artifact activated by the king, the group of five continued to venture deeper into Qinglin Mountain.

Despite Zhang Yi and Wang Ying harboring murderous intentions towards each other.

But they didn't show it.

More than ten days later.

Deep within the core of Qinglin Mountain.

In a depression surrounded by towering mountain walls.

Zhang Yi and four others were fighting against a large group of strange, monkey-like creatures with fangs.

This "Rotting Bone Monkey" is merely a low-level ghost, with negligible strength and not worth mentioning.

However, ghosts are not very intelligent, and once they have identified their prey, they will never give up.

Zhang Yi and his companions encountered a troop of monkeys; only by killing them could they escape.

After an incense stick has burned.

Zhang Yi raised his hand and unleashed a wind blade, killing the last bone-rotting monkey.

The corpses scattered on the ground quickly turned into green pus and blood, emitting wisps of black smoke.

Wang Ying searched the area but found no valuable materials.

He couldn't help but curse, "What bad luck!"

Zhang Yi also released the Corpse Banner, attempting to absorb the essence of the Corpse-Boned Monkey, but to no avail.

The Corpse-Boned Monkey is too weak, and its essence is weak. It will quickly dissipate after being killed.

"Where exactly is that cave? You haven't gone the wrong way, have you?"

Wang Ying stared at Wang Qian, his tone unfriendly.

Since the group entered the Bewitching Canyon a few days ago, they have been constantly encountering various ghosts.

Although most of them are just low-level ghosts, they can be easily killed.

But it can also be incredibly annoying.

In addition, the bewitching mist can disrupt one's consciousness.

The five had to be on high alert at all times, lest they encounter a powerful ghost.

Now...

Wang Ying, Wang Qian, and the others all became more or less irritable.

Only Zhang Yi was able to remain calm.

And even he inevitably felt tired.

Wang Qian took out the jade plate again, made a hand seal for a moment, and said with a smile, "We've arrived. It's just ahead."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wang Qian moved his feet and ran away.

Zhang Yi also began to use the Wind Control Technique.

In this bewitching canyon, there are countless ghosts and monsters.

therefore.

The five had long since given up on flying and instead proceeded on foot.

Fortunately, they were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, and with the help of their spells, their speed was not slow.

Wang Qian traveled at a rapid pace.

Finally, it stopped in front of a bluish-gray mountain wall.

In the crevices of the rocks, there are patches of dark red mottled marks, resembling dried blood.

Wang Qianyi urged the jade plate in his hand.

The spirit of the bluebird flew out again, chirping joyfully, and circled erratically in front of the mountain wall.

Zhang Yi released his divine sense to investigate carefully.

Not only were there fluctuations of restrictive energy within the mountain wall, but also a rich, lingering aura of blood.

Wang Qian looked at the mountain wall with a joyful expression, "As long as we break through this restriction, we will be able to see the entrance to the cave."

Wang Ying smiled smugly, "Let me, the young master, handle this!"

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal, slowly condensing a jet-black stone.

The stone continuously absorbed yin energy and magical power, growing larger and larger until it reached a size of about ten feet.

"go!"

Wang Ying gave a low shout.

The jet-black boulder crashed heavily against the mountainside.

After a loud bang.

Pieces of gravel rolled down, revealing a dark red stone tablet.

The stone tablet is carved with a giant ape with a wide mouth and fangs, a single horn on its head, a powerful body, and a fierce look in its yellow eyes.

"Ghost Pagoda?"

Zhang Yi asked in surprise.

When he was selecting cultivation methods in the sect's library, he saw a relevant record in a certain book.

The Ghost Pagoda is a magical artifact made by refining the soul of a cultivator into a ghost, which is then sealed within the artifact to set up a grand formation.

A cultivator's soul must be willingly refined; there can be no resistance!

This is almost impossible!

Wang Ying looked solemnly at the stone tablet, examined it from top to bottom, and nodded, saying, "It is indeed the Ghost Pagoda."

Many elders in our sect have recognized the astonishing power of this secret technique, but very few have actually mastered it.

Wang Qian asked directly, "How do we solve this?"

"A strong attack will suffice."

Wang Ying spoke succinctly, then flicked his sleeve and released two ghostly corpses.

Zhang Yi also raised his hand and formed a hand seal, conjuring a golden spear.

The Golden Spear Technique struck the stone tablet hard, unleashing a blinding golden light.

The stone tablet trembled violently as the golden spear pierced straight through it.

The giant ape-like monster carved on the stele seemed to be alive, letting out a painful roar.

Blood flowed from the hole created by the golden spear.

immediately.

The ghostly creature suddenly moved, extending a large hand to grasp the golden spear and slowly pull it out.

"break!"

Zhang Yi changed the hand seals in his hand.

The golden spear suddenly exploded, transforming into hundreds of sharp blades that engulfed the ghost along with the entire stone tablet.

The roars of the ghosts suddenly became even more terrifying.

The Golden Spear Technique is incredibly powerful.

Wang Ying and Wang Qian couldn't help but look at Zhang Yi, their faces filled with shock.

As the golden light faded away.

The ghostly pagoda reappeared.

The original stone tablet was mostly broken, with only half of the base remaining.

The giant ape-like ghost was intact and had separated from the stone tablet, existing independently.

"Let's get started!"

Wang Ying urged the Yin-hai Ghost Soldiers.

Two white skeletons, wielding blood-red bone forks, lunged at the ghost statue.

The other two Ghost Spirit Sect disciples also released two skeleton ghost soldiers each.

They were clearly just ordinary disciples, unable to cultivate superior supernatural powers, and what they released were just ordinary skeleton ghost soldiers.

Whether it's strength or future potential.

Ordinary skeleton soldiers are far inferior to Yin skeleton ghost soldiers.

Wang Qian then released two throwing knives, slashing out with blades of light, creating quite a spectacle.

Zhang Yi made hand seals and occasionally released several wind blades and other spells.

Even though this ghostly pagoda was an extraordinary and powerful restriction, it could not stop the crowd from attacking.

The giant ape-like ghost that the stone tablet had transformed into quickly lost its vitality.

Not long after.

The two grotesque ghost soldiers used their bone forks to smash the giant ape ghost to pieces.

This ghostly creature was clearly formed from a stone sculpture. After it was shattered, it gushed out bright red blood, making it seem like a body of flesh and blood!

The remaining half of the stone tablet, too, lost all its spiritual light and shattered completely.

Behind them was a deep, dark passageway that seemed to lead straight down into the depths of the earth.

Wang Ying took a leather bag from his waist and made a hand seal to summon it.

The leather bag swelled to several feet in the wind, emitting an invisible suction force that swept away the giant ape's remains.

"The restrictions set up by the ancient cultivators are nothing special!"

After carefully putting away the leather bag, Wang Ying strode forward, thinking, "Hopefully, the next layer of restrictions will be more interesting."

Half an incense stick later.

"Another ghost pagoda?"

Wang Ying looked at the stone tablet in front of him, which was very similar to the one he had broken before, and his expression turned somewhat ugly.

but.

The giant ape-like monster carved on the monument is holding a giant hammer in its hand.

"Let's get started!"

Wang Ying gave a shout and took the lead in making a move.

Half an hour later.

"Or is it a ghost pagoda?"

Wang Ying looked at the stone tablet in front of him.

The giant ape-like demon was covered in iron armor and held a demon-headed knife in each hand.

Three days later.

Zhang Yi and his companions broke through the nine Ghost Pagoda Stone Tablets one after another and arrived at a depth of nearly a thousand feet underground!

The deeper one goes, the stronger the restrictions of the Ghost Pagoda become.

The first forbidden object transformed into a ghost was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

By the time they reached the eighth stone tablet, the ghost that had been formed had actually reached the Pseudo-Core stage.

The ninth one even possessed the oppressive aura of the early Core Formation stage!

Caught off guard, a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect was immediately drained of his life essence and died!

Fortunately, ghosts have limited intelligence and limited methods.

After several attempts.

The four quickly figured out his background and each used their most secret methods.

Wang Ying used a secret technique called "Summoning Magic" to cause his magical power to surge, reaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Wang Qian then took out the talisman bestowed upon him by his family.

Zhang Yi simply took out a few intermediate-level talismans, which immediately drew Wang Ying's attention.

After breaking through the Nine-Layer Ghost Pagoda, there were no more restrictions ahead, revealing an underground cavern.

None of the four rushed in.

They had broken through restrictions and used secret techniques and talismans along the way, and their magical power had been mostly exhausted. They needed to recuperate first.

Another day later.

Zhang Yi slowly opened his eyes, his magical power and divine sense fully restored.

The yin energy here is too heavy, making it unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yi could only use spirit stones and pills to restore his magical power.

Fortunately, he was quite wealthy and had plenty of money.

As one of the young masters of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wang Ying naturally also possessed elixirs.

Wang Qian didn't know what method he used, but he was able to quickly replenish his true essence.

Let's go!

Wang Ying had been waiting impatiently for some time.

As soon as he saw that everyone had finished meditating and regulating their breathing, he couldn't wait to enter the cave.

Zhang Yi followed immediately.

To everyone's surprise,

The cave is more than ten miles wide, with a flat ground and countless stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

Right in the center of the cave, there is a tall stone platform, covering an area of ​​about one mile.

The stone platform has nine levels, with a very rugged style and a grand and imposing feel.

Zhang Yi's gaze swept over the area, and he was suddenly startled.

Each stone platform is engraved with dense patterns, layer upon layer, in countless layers.

Due to the passage of time, most of the spirit runes have become blurred and indistinct.

Only a very small number can be identified.

"This doesn't look like a cave dwelling; it looks more like..."

Zhang Yi's mind raced.

At this time.

Wang Ying's eyes were filled with fervor as he strode toward the stone platform.

"Hahaha! This young master wants to see what treasures are hidden within the mantle of ancient cultivation masters!"

Wang Ying walked along, laughing incessantly.

Wang Qian's expression changed slightly.

Zhang Yi also frowned secretly.

He always felt that Wang Ying had become unusually impatient and his condition was somewhat off after using the "summoning magic".

Although "summoning magic" is a secret art of the demonic path, it is bound to have hidden dangers and may change a person's temperament, but that is not a big deal.

but.

The changes in Wang Ying's camp before and after were far too great.

Seeing this, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciple sensed something was wrong and hurriedly followed, calling out, "Young Master, are you alright?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Wang Ying didn't even turn his head, "I'm perfectly fine!"

I have never felt so refreshed as I do today!

A muffled "plop" sound.

Without warning, Wang Ying turned and attacked, piercing through the arm of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciple who had chased after him.

He held a pounding red heart in his palm.

"Hehehe!"

Wang Ying let out a strange laugh, "Feels good!"

With a forceful squeeze of his five fingers, he crushed the red heart to pieces.

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