Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 43: The Hour of Hai has arrived. (Third update!)

Next, Zheng Que experienced one familiar yet unfamiliar scene after another.

Every time when he was about to get lost, his extremely keen sense of death would always appear in time and pull him back from the edge of the cliff.

In contrast, Qingli was already immersed in the third scene and couldn't tell who she was.
After going through countless scenes, Zheng Que found himself kneeling in a dilapidated temple. A deep and indifferent voice rang out before him: "Disciple, today, I will teach you a method to save your life."

Hearing this, Zheng Que came back to his senses and immediately saluted the gray-robed figure not far away, saying respectfully, "Thank you, Master, for the Dharma!"

Taoist Qu's voice came again: "This technique is called [Spiritual Advent Technique]. After practicing it, you can make your shadow possess you..."

"Drink this bowl of poisoned wine, and you will be able to master this technique."

As he spoke, a ceramic bowl filled with wine was placed in front of Zheng Que.

Zheng Que picked up the bowl and was about to drink it all when the terrifying feeling of falling into an ice cellar and being enveloped by death came over him again!

He suddenly woke up and quickly let go.

Snapped!
The clay bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zheng Que looked up at Taoist Qu, and the appearance of the gray-robed old man gradually became clear. The other party had no body, no flesh and blood, no legs or feet, only white bones forming a seven-fingered palm, quietly floating in the air.

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Changfu Town, town entrance.

Zheng Que's body was covered in crisscross black and white lines, and the two heads on his neck were both looking up at the sky, with four identically empty gazes.

The shadow under his feet changed rapidly. The original two-headed figure suddenly separated and split into two figures, appearing on Zheng Que's left and right.

The shadow on the left quickly stretched out, and after a while of squirming, it turned into the appearance of Zhao Laoer; the shadow on the right began to shorten, and its outline became slender, and it turned into Sun Cuier.

But soon, the shadow on Zheng Que's left swayed again and turned into the appearance of Cui Fugui; the shadow on the right, after a violent contraction and expansion, revealed the figure of Cui Ni'er.

Next, the shadows on both sides of Zheng Que kept changing, and the black silk thread connecting his shadow became tighter and tighter, like a bowstring being stretched. In the end, it was pulled into a tight straight line, giving off an extremely sharp feeling, as if it would break at any time.

At this moment, the shadow under Zheng Que's feet changed again.

The shadows on both sides merged again in an instant, turning into the reflection of a seven-fingered bone hand, covering the ground.

Not long after the shadow appeared, the thread connecting Zheng Que's shadow suddenly broke.

Snapped!
As soon as the crisp and subtle sound was heard, Zheng Que's scattered vision suddenly focused.

Qingli, who was at the side of his neck, also woke up from her trance.

As soon as Zheng Que regained consciousness, he saw the shadow under his feet. It was tall, had two heads, and looked very normal.

My shadow didn't disappear!
Moreover, the thread connecting his shadow has been broken!

At this moment, Qingli's urgent voice rang in his ears: "Human child, don't be dazed! Go!"

As Qingli finished speaking, Zheng Que had already raised his feet, ready to rush out of the town again. However, the next moment...

The bony hand above the town suddenly moved again!

The seven finger bones tapped rapidly in the air like playing some invisible musical instrument. The second finger bone from the left suddenly stretched out and pressed towards Zheng Que.

The gloomy energy that lingered in the entire town immediately surged with the movement of the bone hand, as if a dark and turbulent wave had been set off in the air, bringing with it the howling of the wind and dragging out a hysterical roar through the streets and alleys of the town.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, Zheng Que's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he saw the sky of the entire town collapse!
A chill that penetrated deep into his bones rose from his tail vertebrae, and the howl of death almost resounded in the darkness.

This is the breath of death!
He could feel that if he really pressed this finger, the entire town would be reduced to ashes!
No matter how fast he is now, he can't escape!
Even if his cultivation level were several levels higher, even if he had ten more ghost servants like Qingli... under this one finger, it would all be meaningless! This was a desperate situation where death was inevitable!
A trace of despair suddenly flashed across Zheng Que's eyes, but soon, this strong despair turned into silent calmness.

I still have one last trump card, but I haven't had time to use it.

He can immediately confer a second title on Qingli!

Try to see if you can make Qingli's Yin energy more condensed...

No!

Even if he could confer the title a second time, even if he could now confer a Yin position higher than Yin Cha on Qingli, the huge gap in their cultivation levels would not allow him to influence the current situation at all!
Then I will try to confer the title upon myself and see if I can enhance my strength...

Do not……

His current cultivation level is only at the second level of Qi training. Even if the imperial edict can confer a title on a living person, it is meaningless!

In the blink of an eye, the pale, evil, cold and gloomy bone finger in the air had already fallen down.

Before the bony finger touched Zheng Que, an extremely terrifying force seemed to cut off the Milky Way and rushed down, pressing him so hard that he couldn't stand steadily. At this moment, the ground beneath his feet seemed to turn into a thin and crispy cake, with cracking sounds incessantly, and flying sand and rocks surged like the tide.

Rumble…

The earth was shaking violently, and the whole town seemed to be turned over by an earth dragon. The intact buildings, neat streets, and big trees that could be hugged by two people... at this moment, they were like miniature models, vulnerable to the majestic invisible pressure, and kept collapsing into dust and churning.

Amid the loud noise, a large number of strange-looking ghosts did not bother to fight and fled madly out of the town.

These ghosts are all surrounded by yin energy, and many of them have reached the eighth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison], or even the ninth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison]!
But in front of this huge bony hand, all the ghosts in the town were as tiny and weak as ants.

clack clack...

The stone tablet not far away let out a teeth-wrenching groan, and several huge cracks appeared on the tablet. The last few broken runes went out, and rubble flew everywhere. Zheng Que was crushed to the ground by this terrifying power, spitting blood and unable to stand up.

The dead end is certain!

The hour of Hai has arrived!

However, at this desperate moment, Zheng Que suddenly sneered, and with all his strength, he stretched out his hand and pressed the command on his forehead.

The next moment, he used the last spiritual energy in his body to draw out this decree, and without saying a word, pointed directly at the falling bony hand!
The decree, which exuded an ancient and vicissitudes of life, turned into a faint light as soon as it appeared and sank into the bony hand.

Just like when Qingli stood there in a daze when she accepted the imperial decree, the moment the bone hand received the decree, the falling movement was instantly frozen!

At the same time, the earth-shattering pressure from the bone hand also disappeared.

This bony hand is receiving an imperial decree!
During the imperial decree, his actions were forcibly interrupted!

"go!"

Zheng Que roared in a hoarse voice, and then his eyes went dark and he immediately fell into a coma.

The moment Zheng Que lost consciousness, Qingli immediately took over control of Zheng Que's body. Without any hesitation, he rushed out of the town at the fastest speed!

At the same time, the town was in chaos. Ghosts with strong yin aura kept emerging from the houses that had not yet collapsed and the dusty ruins. All the ghosts did not care about anything else at the moment. They took advantage of the moment when the bone hand was still and used all their strength to run out of the town.

The bony hand seemed unconscious and hovered in mid-air. The bony finger that pressed down stopped several feet above the town. Thousands of silk threads still hung down like waterfalls, like a scroll painting.

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