This is how immortals are cultivated

The energy of the underworld is exactly what the big man behind Wang Xiu urgently needs.

After this bead comes into contact with the underworld, it will automatically absorb the energy of the underworld. It only takes a quarter of an hour to absorb the amount required by that adult.

As long as you complete the instructions, you can immediately return to the company using the back-up plan.

But now there seems to be a problem.

As the progress bar of the bead absorbing the energy of the Yin world rapidly increased, a terrifying feeling of oppression descended.

This sense of oppression came from afar, and only penetrated through the narrow door of the hotel, but even so, it made Wang Xiu almost feel his own death.

A huge roar came from the dark world outside the hotel.

The ground was shaking, and the entire Xinghui Hotel was shaking.

Something extremely terrifying is coming here.

"This is..."

Wang Xiu's face turned extremely pale, completely devoid of blood color, and he no longer had the wisdom and confidence he had before.

"How could...how could it attract a ghost king!"

The Ghost King is the ruler of a certain area in the underworld.

He is the steward, yes, the person behind Wang Xiu, a terrifying monster that would make people run away immediately when they see him.

The Xinghui Hotel is just a low-level trial book, and it is a surprise that it can have the opportunity to connect to the underworld.

Even if it is connected, it is at the outermost part of the underworld, and it is impossible for the Ghost King to pay attention to it.

At the same time, on the twelfth floor underground, Ying Ling, who was following Fang Suichu, raised his head.

She seemed to be meeting the gaze of some existence and could not help but shrink her head:

"A big guy is coming..."

"Yes, got it."

"Perhaps the peak-level spiritual mystical creature is slightly weaker than the Eight Generals of the White Lotus Demon Sect."

"Finally... the feast is here..."

Fang Suichu's eyes flashed with coldness, and the bones of his body seemed to be glowing through his jade-like skin.

After mastering the bone forging...then, the two bridges between heaven and earth will be opened.

The innate state of mind will come naturally.

Fang Suichu swung a knife and slashed at the evil ghost with a human head and a snake body in front of him. The ghost had a very high intelligence and fled when it saw him.

The evil ghost was torn to pieces in an instant.

"Finally... I can use my skills again..."

The sublimation of skills, with many magical powers, can only be used after reaching the innate realm.

For example, the Taiyin Soul-Slaying Sword which has not been used for a long time.

Chapter 255: Ghost King

The inner world of Xinghui Hotel, the hotel lobby on the thirteenth underground floor.

The lobby door is the direct entrance to the underworld.

Tens of thousands of ghosts gathered here, crowding each other, trying to pass through here to the world of the living.

Screams and wails continued in the ears. The first batch of evil spirits had already entered the hotel, climbing up the floors and rushing towards the world of the living above.

However, the tide of ghosts that had been crowding into the lobby from outside the door and from the underworld began to disappear, and the eager roars of the evil ghosts outside the door also disappeared.

Instead, there were footsteps, soft but each step felt like stepping on the heart, slow, and with each step, the underworld in this area was shaking.

Wang Xiu looked at the door in front of him with despair. When he sensed the terror that represented complete death, he immediately wanted to use the mysterious spiritual weapon in his hand to control the builder of the world in the Xinghui Hotel, the evil Qin Shen, to close the door to the underworld.

However, his action was already too late.

A shadow appeared at the door of the hotel. When the dark shadow entered the hotel door, it froze everything.

A chilly wind, as if mixed with ice chips, blew into the hotel. Starting from the door, a layer of gray frost condensed and began to spread inward.

The gate was covered with gray frost, and then, as if unable to bear the weight, it broke and collapsed, leaving a pile of dust on the ground.

The marble floor of the hotel lobby collapsed inward like burnt paper money, turning into a dusty ground made of ash.

Anything covered by that gray, frost-like substance, even dead objects, will quickly collapse and eventually turn into the purest dead ashes.

In the lobby of the hotel, the entire building's frame was like a model made of candles. Under the contact of the hot object, a large hole was dissolved.

The Xinghui Hotel building itself was shaking, and a terrible force was rapidly dragging the hotel into a deeper underworld.

The external manifestation of this change is that the hotel's shell has been eroded, and the missing part has been completely clamped into the underworld.

The yellow paper talisman in Wang Xiu's hand was rapidly disintegrating.

This talisman was his only hope in escaping this trial. It possessed the ability to travel through space and could bring him directly back to the company.

But at this moment, the talisman's ability to escape into the air was like hitting some kind of hard shell. No... it was like some kind of huge monster was teasing an ant in the palm of the hand. When the ant in the palm of the hand tried to leave the palm, it would be caught back.

Shadows continued to squeeze into the hotel, and the power that corrupted everything continued to permeate the place.

The crystal chandelier in the dome began to collapse, the colors of the green plants in the flower pots were stripped away, and eventually the shapes disappeared.

When the dark shadow finally squeezed into the lobby, the outline of the shadow was a slender figure.

Following the shadow towards its source, a woman in white was standing at the damaged and eroded front door of the hotel.

She was wearing a flawless white dress, barefoot and with black hair, but her exposed skin was an extremely pale, deathly gray.

The woman's face was completely blank, without any outlines of facial features, except for eyes, nose and mouth that looked like they were drawn with charcoal. Judging from her appearance alone, she looked like a paper figurine whose craftsmanship was not very detailed.

From the moment the woman appeared at the entrance of Xinghui Hotel, Wang Xiu felt the air become as thick as glue, and his nasal cavity was filled with a suffocating feeling like drowning when he breathed.

In his hand, the spiritual bead that kept him alive was trembling, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

The woman in white, or rather the extremely terrifying one, who could be described as a combination of natural disaster and nightmare, walked into the lobby.

In an instant, as if a huge object had squeezed into a house that could not accommodate its own size, the hotel lobby was even more damaged.

Fortunately, the monster of the woman in white only took one step forward, and the other foot was still outside the door.

"You are very heavy..."

The hoarse voice echoed in the hotel lobby.

Although the nightmarish creature showed no signs of opening its mouth, everyone knew that the voice came from it.

Wang Xiu, who seemed to be on the verge of death, widened his eyes when he heard the voice.

Is this ghost... talking?

This ghost... has its own spirit...

From what Wang Xiu truly understood and witnessed, the strange creatures were basically like curses and memes, following specific rules. Therefore, he could use the various rules issued by the company to avoid strange creatures, or even eliminate them.

However, with the curse and the trickery, it can generate its own intelligence and become a true living being...

Should we say that he is worthy of being one of the rulers of the underworld, an extremely terrifying existence that can even completely destroy an entire regional branch?

Why would something like this find a small person like me?

Moreover, when the other party just spoke, was he talking to himself?

Very heavy... What does that mean?

"But...I am heavier than you!"

The White-Clothed Ghost King spoke again, his voice becoming sharp, as if he was shrieking or wailing.

At this moment, the well-preserved buildings in the hotel changed again. The floor tiles were corroded again, and the imported snow-white marble turned into paved dust. Under this layer of grayish-white dust, a black turbid liquid seeped out.

The liquid seemed to be a mixture of menstrual blood and corpse fluid, with an extremely foul smell.

The hall's load-bearing walls gave a dying groan, cracks covering the columns before exploding. Dust drifted in the air, then clung to the hall. The stained areas turned from off-white to gray, and a pitch-black liquid like corpse water rapidly seeped out.

These dark corpse waters spread forward with the white-clothed ghost king as the center.

Wang Xiu was unable to move and could only watch as this extremely filthy, foul, and deadly curse spread towards him.

When these liquids came in front of him, when these liquids soaked most of the hotel lobby.

An invisible line was drawn and an invisible wall appeared.

Smooth cracks emerged from the ground, spreading to the walls and the dome. Like a ring cut, or perhaps a simple flat cut.

It wasn't just the building that was cut; the curse was also cut. Even at this moment, Wang Xiu couldn't feel the chill brought by the curse.

"Heavy? It refers to the spirituality... or in my case, the amount of vitality..."

A voice came from behind Wang Xiu.

Familiar voice.

Having broken free from the curse of the white-robed ghost king, he is now able to move.

He turned his head and saw a figure that was unimaginable to him, a person who should have died long ago.

"Fang...Fang Xian?"

The madman who went directly to the tenth floor after entering the Xinghui Hotel is still alive?

And, you saved him?

What is going on here?

However, before he could figure it out and react, Fang Suichu had already walked towards him.

Wang Xiu immediately smiled ingratiatingly.

The path he took was the 'devil', and the ability of the devil was naturally able to control the mind and bewitch people.

It is easier to gain favor by using your ability to flatter others.

He subconsciously used this ability.

"square.."

However, Wang Xiu's words stopped abruptly, and what awaited him was a palm covering his face.

A cold palm that does not feel like human skin.

This palm grasped his face, and his face seemed to be pressed down, and no muscle on his face could move.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and his body was fixed by an invisible force.

And a huge force that he could not resist at all was being exerted with his head as the fulcrum.

The skin on the neck was torn, revealing the tendons, and the tendons were also torn, revealing the white bones of the spine. The spine was torn apart.

A head was pulled off in this way.

"Here, let me play with you..."

Fang Suichu handed the freshly picked Wang Xiu's head to Ying Ling as if he was giving a ball to a child to play with.

Ying Ling indeed harbored strong murderous intent and hatred towards Wang Xiu.

Because the other party had harmed the lives of many trial-takers and almost put himself in a desperate situation and death.

However, when she really saw the head of Wang Xiu in her hand, which was pulled out while he was still alive, with an extremely distorted expression on his face, the hatred and murderous intent in her heart instantly disappeared.

He just swallowed subconsciously and looked at the person in front of him.

Fang Suichu ignored Ying Ling and just looked at the ghost king in white in front of him. Suddenly, he grinned, and his facial muscles and tendons twisted and stretched violently, revealing his sharp white teeth and showing an extremely kind and sunny smile.

"After all, I just entered the Xiantian realm not long ago, and I don't have much accumulation yet."

"Although we are at the same level, in terms of quantity alone, you do have more."

"After all, I still haven't found my Gundam, and you're stuck in your own shell..."

"As for the difference in quantity, according to the theory of primordial magnetic rotation, your quantity is that of the tenth heaven, while mine is probably that of the third heaven."

"It's indeed a bit unfair, so I apologize to you. If this can make you feel a little better next time."

The White-Clothed Ghost King heard what Fang Suichu said. She could understand what Fang Suichu said, but she could not understand what the other party said.