Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 237 How come my foundation lies with you?

The phoenix is ​​called Du'e.

It originally had the meaning of dispelling disasters and evil spirits in the world.

However, the originally gentle power to save people from disaster should have dispelled the calamity like a warm spring breeze.

However, after adding Yu Sheng's essence blood, the crimson-gold magma Dao patterns made this power become more ruthless and domineering. Rather than eliminating disasters and solving problems, it was more like clearing away the injustices in front of us!

Its broad wings slowly flapped against the void, each flap accompanied by swirling white light.

At this moment, Lin Shu appeared extremely dazzling.

The heat caused the Ghost King's eyes to turn red, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the other party.

Just as He hid in the gloomy atmosphere, the chilling white mist was shattered by the gale, as if an invisible hand had brutally torn apart His disguise.

Under the blazing sun, there is nowhere to hide.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The Cold Mountain Ghost King couldn't stop spewing out his tongue.

He is a noble immortal who has lived for half a lifetime.

This place is still His territory.

But now, the Ghost King was so nervous that he couldn't even control his own instincts.

The divine bird catches the snake and releases the ghost from its peril.

This lowly monk seemed to have completely restrained himself from every angle.

The Ghost King's most relied-upon underworld authority has been thoroughly figured out by the other party, who has even imitated similar methods, making it difficult for him to unleash his full power.

He is now somewhat regretful.

Those few clansmen who died, strictly speaking, had already submitted to the Dragon Palace and could not be considered confidants of the Cold Mountain lineage.

Unfortunately, trying to make peace now would not only be a huge loss of face, but also seem a bit too late.

The flowing crimson-gold magma on Lin Shu's body was clearly the binding Dao patterns of several profound immortal techniques. By revealing this thing to others, he had silently declared an inevitable and irreconcilable outcome!

"You dare challenge me to a fight to the death?!"

Forced into a corner, the Cold Mountain Ghost King stopped his retreating steps, his eyes turning ferocious and furious.

Even though His methods were restrained.

But between immortals and mortals, there is still a chasm that cannot be crossed no matter what.

That is, mortals are like mayflies, while immortals are immortal and indestructible.

The life-or-death struggle is like a gambling table, but He has countless chips, so He is naturally invincible.

"go!"

The Cold Mountain Ghost King, disregarding his heartache, opened his blood-red maw and spat out a deep purple bead.

This Ghostly Purple Jade is not yet fully refined. If it weren't for the interference of the lowly maid of the Ning family, this item should have already reached the level of a rare treasure of the mountains and seas, becoming one of His future foundations.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Born in the underworld and nourished by living souls, Ziji was practically a treasure tailor-made for the Ghost King. In His hands, its effects would be no less than those of a true rare treasure.

The bead slipped out and hung suspended in mid-air.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

The white light falling from the sky seemed to be frozen.

The yin energy that had been frantically avoiding Lin Shu, as if it had come to life, now seemed to have found its backbone. Not only did it stop dissipating, but it also actively rolled back.

They intertwined and transformed into a cage.

It seemed as if it wanted to forcefully suppress the great sun's shadow in the sky.

The smooth surface of the purple jade constantly flashed with ghostly faces, emanating boundless resentment, and its howling sounds carried a terrifying power.

The wings behind Lin Shu dimmed slightly.

The golden-red lava slowly stopped flowing.

The pupils, which were originally covered in white light, trembled slightly and dilated, but returned to normal in just an instant.

"After I've dealt with you, I will definitely find out who your master was!"

Seeing this, the Cold Mountain Ghost King felt a surge of resentment rising in his heart once more.

To be able to maintain his sanity so easily under the influence of the Ghostly Purple Jade, this fiend's understanding of underworld techniques far exceeds that of an ordinary cultivator.

Which underworld official taught this so completely? This is a serious crime!

Fortunately, extracting the soul is only one of the minor effects of Ziji.

He waved his hands repeatedly, pouring all his magical power into the bead. With his movements, the white mist in the sky moved accordingly.

The prison had already taken shape, and the yin energy transformed into the outlines of ferocious beasts, all rushing towards it to fight.

If Lin Shu were to be possessed by a Yin beast, he would no longer be fighting against the Cold Mountain Ghost King, but against an inexhaustible supply of Yin energy from the underworld.

No matter how many heads or six arms you have, you'll be worn down and die in it!

"Tsk."

Lin Shu casually tore the two Yin Beasts to shreds, and his sharp, long claws gripped the edge of the cage.

Just as he was about to crush it with his strength, his fingernails quickly turned into ice crystals under the surging chill, and then dense cracks appeared on them.

He frowned slightly, forced to withdraw his arm, and turned to look at the thousands of Yin beasts surging towards him like a tidal wave.

The tide has turned; the prison cannot be broken!

A smile returned to the face of the Cold Mountain Ghost King; the situation was finally back under his control.

"I have already arranged a place for you."

"Join my Purple Palace, you will be my commander, we will walk the path of immortality together, and you will help me pave a bright future!"

This person can be considered half a ghost cultivator, far superior to those ordinary living souls.

Just as the Ghost King was about to enjoy this life-or-death struggle and then incorporate it into the Ghostly Purple Jade for his use in countless lifetimes, he discovered that the young man had turned back to his original form.

The fact that they could discover the endless stream of Yin Beasts shows they have some cleverness.

However, this is not something you can avoid just because you want to; it's simply a matter of choosing how to die.

"Your path to immortality is too filthy; you should probably skip it."

Lin Shu stood with her eyes lowered, then suddenly reached out and grasped at the void, as if trying to draw strength from something.

If Yu Zhanming were still alive, he would find this scene particularly familiar.

Unfortunately, the Ghost King had never witnessed what happened in Dragon Ridge, so he could only find it ridiculous and laughable.

This is the underworld, and I am the deputy commander of the underworld.

With Him watching over things here, what could a mere mortal cultivator possibly summon?

"Winds of heaven and earth, heed my command."

Lin Shu's voice was indifferent, and his large hands suddenly bent and exerted force.

The Mountain God who rides the wind, even the yin wind is still wind.

As he moved, a dark, raging wind suddenly swept around him, like sharp blades tearing through the bodies of countless Yin beasts.

The entire white mist cage, like a swaying boat, began to shake violently amidst the roar.

"Give me the magic sword—"

Lin Shu slowly raised her head, the white light in her eyes leaping like flames.

A dark, eerie wind rapidly gathered between his palms.

It was a sword that existed between the tangible and the intangible, its entire body woven from raging, eerie winds, appearing wide and ferocious, with an extremely long blade that was even half a head taller than him.

"Ha!"

The smile on the Ghost King's face froze instantly.

He actually saw a second kind of immortality in a cultivator, besides the authority of the underworld.

This scoundrel, just how many lineages did he cultivate?

What price did the other party pay to make those immortals give it their all?

His eyes suddenly froze, his thoughts in turmoil, for the figure, radiating a golden-white glow, vanished from his sight.

The sword light exploded like sparks.

The white mist prison was instantly torn open with a huge gap.

The Ghost King still couldn't catch a glimpse of the young man; only the increasingly loud wind in his ears told him that the man was getting closer and closer.

"Ziji, go!"

A strong sense of crisis welled up within him, and he dared not hesitate for even a moment longer, so he could only gamble on luck and throw out the Ghostly Purple Jade.

The Ghost King was lucky; he made the right bet.

Amidst the howling of the evil spirits, the moment the enormous, sinister sword appeared, the deep purple bead happened to block its path.

Before the Ghost King could even catch his breath, his entire body froze on the spot.

As the wings swept across, Lin Shu stood proudly high above, her sword tip striking Zi Ji precisely in the center.

when!!!

The airwaves, almost solidified, spread out with a roar.

The Ghostly Purple Jade lasted only a moment before exploding into pieces, its countless vengeful spirits wailing and fleeing in all directions.

The Cold Mountain Ghost King felt an indescribable pang of heartache.

The treasures He had painstakingly crafted were destroyed just like that.

What a waste!

Before he could even feel angry, the overwhelming sword energy made him instinctively turn around and try to escape.

The sword slashed fiercely across His back.

Click!Click!

The black robe ripped apart, revealing the Ghost King's scale-covered back. The scales lost their luster and turned into a black, stone-like substance, before exploding under the sword's edge!

"roar----"

He lost a rare treasure and his immortal body was damaged.

The Ghost King was clearly a giant python, yet now it was emitting a wild beast-like wail.

Such a heavy price is completely unacceptable to Him.

Even if the immortal body can be reshaped, the passage of time will cause Him to be completely left behind by His colleagues.

When it comes to promotions, if someone else fills the vacancy, waiting for another opportunity is truly a matter of fate.

In order to protect his remaining immortal body, he could only roar in shock and rage.

"Don't chase after them!"

"Don't push me—if you ruin my future, I will exhaust my millennia of resources to drag you down with me!!"

This statement is extremely intimidating to most cultivators.

After all, immortals only lose their future prospects, but cultivators who die have no chance to start over.

Moreover, this is a ghost king. Death does not mean liberation. Falling into his hands is probably more tragic than death.

Defeating a seasoned immortal who has lived half a lifetime is a feat to boast about for a lifetime. Logically and emotionally, the young man has no reason to continue the fight.

It seems that way.

Lin Shu actually stopped what he was doing, dispelled the yin wind in his hand, took out a Heavenly Wolf Myriad Soul Banner, and began to collect the vengeful ghosts that had escaped from the Netherworld Purple Jade.

For some reason, when the fleeing Ghost King discovered this scene, he felt a strange sense of disbelief.

It is reasonable not to pursue a defeated enemy.

The problem is that everything this kid did was illogical, but now it's suddenly becoming normal, which makes Him feel a little uncomfortable.

I want to report to the Impermanence of Life—I want to file a complaint against your Master!

I, the King, will surely skin you alive and tear you apart!

The Cold Mountain Ghost King dared not look back. He cursed inwardly as he staggered and fled along the misty path.

But just then, He heard a rustling sound in His ears.

Two iron chains dragged along the path.

The silhouette of a three-zhang-tall figure was faintly visible in the mist, its pair of large, bare wolf claws slowly sinking into the icy...

ground.

It stopped in front of the stiff-bodied ghost king.

Immediately following, a wolf's head, its face brimming with greed, slowly emerged from the white mist, a glistening thread hanging from the corner of its lips, and silently surveyed the scene with its burning eyes.

"Night Wanderer—ah!"

Normally, if the Ghost King saw a colleague with less seniority than himself, he would look down on him, regardless of his outward appearance.

But now, He felt only an indescribable strangeness, and His severely injured and mutilated body collapsed uncontrollably to the ground.

Just when things were getting really tense, someone suddenly placed their hand on the back of His head.

"ah!!"

The Ghost King let out an even sharper scream, turning around in terror to meet a smiling, handsome face.

Lin Shu had already returned to her original form, half-squatting on the ground, rubbing the Night Wanderer's head, and said seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't have any thousand years of foundation, that's my thousand years of foundation."

Before he could finish speaking, two cold chains had already wrapped around the Ghost King's neck like venomous snakes.

They contracted tightly without any emotion.

"Crack! Crack!"

The Cold Mountain Ghost King held his head high, his hands gripping the iron chain around his neck tightly, his legs struggling and kicking on the ground.

He was cruelly dragged to the ground by the white wolf.

The next moment, the ferocious wolf spirit pounced into His body!

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Lin Shu stood up and clapped her hands haphazardly.

He listened with a hint of enjoyment to the faint screams.

The reason I didn't plan to act hastily was that even if I won, at most I would only destroy the Ghost King's immortal body.

The real show began when he started calling for the Moon-Eating Wolf, who was traveling with him, from the moment he set off for Cold Mountain.

The wolf cubs didn't need to pass through the mortal realm; they could simply swagger over the path to the underworld and arrive in no time.

Lin Shu had also considered whether to simply follow the same method and recruit another half-life immortal.

After thinking about it carefully, I still felt it was inappropriate.

Firstly, he didn't know much about Da Shun's situation.

Compared to the "homebody" types like the Dragon Ridge Mountain God and the Night Wanderer God, the Great Shun Immortal was clearly bolder, plotting how to gain personal profit from the mortal world, and he was also close to the Dragon Palace.

This means that their connection must be even closer.

If an immortal's immortal body is destroyed, even if it is discovered, people will most likely assume that it was done by the Heavenly Demon Palace.

However, if the matter of rashly impersonating an immortal were to be exposed, it would inevitably lead to a thorough investigation, and might even implicate Dragon Ridge Prefecture.

In addition, to replace the Ghost King, Lin Shu would need to spend a large amount of merit and silver to cultivate a new phantom of the Cold Mountain Giant Python.

This thing and the wolf cub both belong to the underworld messengers. Even if their methods are different, their functions are roughly similar.

Training two at the same time would be somewhat wasteful.

It would be more worthwhile to invest the excess silver directly in the Moon-Devouring Wolf, which has already broken through its shackles and possesses the divine status of the Mountain and Sea Immortals.

"Eat it all up, don't waste it."

Lin Shu gave a word of advice.

Having absorbed the immortal's soul and accumulated incense offerings, the wolf cub would instantly become a seasoned night-wandering deity, gaining the opportunity to strive for...

He is not qualified for the position of Wuchang Yinshuai.

I also gained a lot myself.

Although "slaying" the immortal didn't bring in any ill-gotten gains, he did get a full belly of magical treasures, and he also received a generous sum of money as compensation for saving the two women.

Thinking of this, he raised his palm and exchanged it for the Heavenly Wolf Small Banner.

With the devouring of the vengeful ghosts within the Ghostly Purple Jade, the Soul Banner's reserves nearly multiplied several times over. After all, given the status of the Qi family's prodigy, collecting souls was far more convenient than that of the Ghost King.

Once these vengeful ghosts are converted into spirits by the Essence of Calamity, the power of this rare treasure from the mountains and seas will increase by at least three times.

"As expected of the Free and Unfettered Law, this is too domineering."

Lin Shu recalled her previous experience. The moment she revealed that other side of herself, she felt as if she had been reborn, something that other cultivators of the same realm could not compare to.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

Only with such power can the Reverse Heist be worthy of its preciousness.

"The Heavenly Demon Palace possesses at least twenty-seven techniques of this level."

"It would be such a waste to just hide like this."

Lin Shu put away his magic weapon and lazily stretched his arms. He had not received any benefits from the Heavenly Demon Palace, so there was no enmity between them.

This is actually quite good; you won't feel any psychological burden when using it.

If Hengshui and the Heavenly Demon Mansion don't fight, where will Lin earn money? Without enough ill-gotten gains, wouldn't the territory he and Yu Sheng worked so hard to occupy be wasted?

"I need to pack up and get back to Longji Prefecture. I have to make my escape now."

Lin Shu greeted him casually; he had no habit of staying at crime scenes to watch the drama unfold.

Having said that, he took a step to leave the underworld, but suddenly remembered something, reached into his storage ring and took out a Luo family waist token that he had gotten from Cangli, casually broke off a corner and threw it on the ground.

You, Luo Fengge, say it's fine, but secretly you're avenging your brother.

What a proud little thing.

Lin Shu nodded in satisfaction and disappeared into the white mist.

The underworld, once considered a dead zone, is now beneath his feet, and he strolls about as leisurely as if he were visiting his own backyard.

When the white mist dissipates.

Outside the cold mountain formed by the accumulation of gray and white stone sea.

Before Yuan Yuan, Su Xin, and the others could react, they saw the young man who had just left slowly walk back out.

"It's done, you can go back now."

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