The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 131: Death to prove one’s ambition
"what!"

Zhao Mingyang looked around blankly, looking at the surrounding caves, trying to see where the exit was, but suddenly he felt something greasy on his palm.

He raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered with dark red blood and white rotten flesh.

When he looked down again, he saw a corpse that had been dead for who knows how long, with bones already faintly exposed, right under his body. He was immediately frightened, and hurriedly rolled and crawled to the bottom of the mountain wall. .

Holding on to the mountain wall, Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but vomit violently. His stomach was twitching as if it was spasming. Not to mention yesterday, even last week's meal would be vomited out now.

"What a pity. There is something in my stomach. Maybe I can survive for a few days."

Suddenly, a voice of regret suddenly sounded from the other end.

Zhao Mingyang turned his head and took a closer look, and saw a haggard man in his forties lying weakly on the mountain wall.

This man probably hadn't eaten much for a long time, because the short shirt he was wearing looked particularly wide at this time, as if it had been stolen from someone else.

"Where is this?" Zhao Mingyang asked warily.

Looking around, he suddenly discovered that he and the man in gray were not the only ones in the cave. There were actually nearly ten people scattered around the cave.

Most of these people are in a similar situation to the man in gray. They all have bloodless faces, are extremely thin, and are completely skin and bones. What's more, they can only have one breath left. If they don't take a breath, they may die immediately. A desperate death.

"I don't know either. I just know that this place is a place of death. The person whose chest was broken by your palm just now has been dead for nearly two months. And now that you are here, we should die too."

The man in gray said weakly.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Mingyang asked with fear on his face and trembling all over.

"Before our group came, there were still some people here, but now those people are dead, and even the corpses have been cleaned up. The one who caught us is a demon cultivator, and we are his food reserve. Now The arrival of your new food means that our old food will have to be dealt with."

"It doesn't matter if I'm dead. In these days when there is no food and even water, I can only live on a few drops of water seeping out of the mountain wall. I have lived enough."

The tone of the man in gray was full of unwillingness and relief.

Although they were still lingering on, he had had enough of living like a vulture all day long, and even if he could survive, how could he be a human again.

From the words of the man in gray, Zhao Mingyang quickly thought of something, his face instantly turned pale, and he couldn't help but vomited again.

According to the man in gray, there was neither food nor water in the cave, so it was self-evident that it was the only thing that could sustain them.

Turning his head and looking at the almost rotten, unrecognizable corpse on the ground, Zhao Mingyang felt his stomach churn again.

But this time, all he spit out was acidic water.

"You still have the energy to speak. It seems that you guys have eaten a lot of my little treasures recently."

However, at this moment, a cold and teasing voice suddenly sounded. Zhao Mingyang turned around and saw that the person speaking was the man he had asked for directions before.

Demonic cultivator!

When he thought of the meaning of these two words, Zhao Mingyang was so frightened that he trembled all over. He was about to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word.

For them, the magic cultivator was definitely an existence that could stop a child from crying. When he was disobedient when he was a child, his parents would scare him with the idea that the demon cultivator would take him away.

As he grew up, he naturally knew that he was just trying to scare him. There were no traces of demonic cultivators in Yunhua Star. It was unknown how many so-called demonic cultivators would appear in a year. How could he be so unlucky to encounter them?

And now the demon cultivator has really appeared.

The demon cultivator walked up to the man in gray clothes, took out a hammer from his pocket, raised the hammer with his hand, and hit the man directly on the heart.

The man fell to the ground instantly, twitched a few times on the ground, and then lost his breath.

Just like that, the demon cultivators walked up to these people one by one and hammered them to death one by one.

After a while, he walked up to Zhao Mingyang.

Looking at the demon cultivator in front of him with a cold expression, as if he were looking at a dead person, Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but his legs and feet went weak, and he collapsed on the ground.

He was certain that this demon cultivator was a pervert even among demon cultivators.

He believed that with the strength of this demon cultivator, he could not even use a single move to kill these people, but he insisted on using a hammer to beat all of these people to death with his own hands. If this is not a perversion, what is it?
"You're not very lucky. The bastard Orochi asked us to contribute corpses again, and this time he also gave us twenty fake four spirit roots, so my inventory is not enough."

Looking at Zhao Mingyang, who was horrified and heartbroken, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of the demon cultivator's mouth.

As he said, this place is his granary. Every time he practices or refines magic weapons, or when the big snake issues a mission and needs a corpse, he takes it from here.

Unlike some demon cultivators who don't even have the slightest sense of crisis, they will kill people by themselves if necessary.

They also didn't think about it. It would be fine if it was for their own use. But if the big snake issued a mission and needed corpses, and everyone would rush to kill people, wouldn't it be too big a movement, and they would ask the Yamen to attack them?

He has seen too many demon cultivators who, because of their collective activities, caused large-scale attacks by the Yamen, and then had bad luck and fell into the hands of the Yamen.

It would be better for him to trap a group of living people here and pick them up whenever needed.

Furthermore, the corpses treated in this way are obviously of better quality. The slow death of these people in such a cruel environment will greatly increase their resentment, hatred, and evil thoughts in their hearts.

Using the soul of such a corpse to refine a magic weapon is at least 20% more powerful than killing a random living person, and the effect is comparable to that of a centuries-old soul.

However, doing so will cause a problem, that is, these corpses will not only be messed up by the still living people, but will also gradually decay over time.

If you use it yourself, it doesn't matter, but if you give it to a big snake, you will be picked on.

So he could only try his best to preserve the bodies of the man in gray as well as possible, or else he wanted to knock them over one by one?

Time was tight and the task was heavy. The most important thing was that he wanted to be among the top twenty and get the place for the fake four spiritual roots. The demon cultivator didn't bother to talk nonsense with Zhao Mingyang. He raised his hammer and knocked directly towards Zhao Mingyang's heart!

At this moment, a white light shield instantly enveloped Zhao Mingyang's body, and the hammer bounced straight away.

It turns out that at this critical moment, when his life was hanging by a thread, Zhao Mingyang inspired the protective jade pendant Zhang Jingyuan gave him.

"Magic weapon? You actually still have a magic weapon? How can a sixteen-year-old child, who is only on the second level of Qi Refining, have such a thing as a magic weapon?"

The demon cultivator couldn't help but said in surprise. He suddenly felt like he had picked up a treasure.

You must know that even the worst magic weapon is worth about ten spirit stones, so this kind of thing is not something that mortals can possess.

"I am the son of the Lord of Yanyang City. If you can let me escape, I will be richly rewarded."

After coming back to his senses, Zhao Mingyang raised the banner and pretended to be calm.

"The son of the Lord of Yanyang City? Not to mention whether you are true or not, let's talk about what made you come into being. Do you think you have the qualifications to bargain with me? It's just a small yellow-level low-grade magic weapon. You think there's nothing you can do about it. me?"

As soon as the demon cultivator finished speaking, a middle-grade yellow-level magic weapon, the Soul-fixing Knife, appeared in his hand. I saw him slashing twice, the light shield was instantly broken, and Zhao Mingyang's body was instantly revealed.

Looking at the demon cultivator so close, Zhao Mingyang's face turned pale. The faces of his parents, Zhang Jingyuan, Sister Mei Hong and others flashed through his mind one by one.

Let’s not talk about Brother Jing. He is a monk with four spiritual roots, and he has also received some incredible inheritance. The Deji Hall he opened is making money every day, and his parents are under the care of Brother Jing. Even if he is gone, they will definitely be better. Having a good time.

So the only pity is Sister Mei Hong. He still doesn't know whether Sister Mei Hong is alive or dead.

But even if he is alive, he will never see Sister Mei Hong again in his life.

"Can you tell me now, who are you?"

Mo Xiu grabbed Zhao Mingyang's collar, pulled him in front of him, and said in a cold tone.

Zhao Mingyang could clearly feel the breath sprayed by the demon cultivator.

And most importantly, he felt a cold spiritual power full of evil thoughts rushing into his body, raging crazily in his body.

Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but scream.

"I'm……"

This feeling was so painful, even more painful than when he was carrying a 500-pound sack on the airship platform and being strangled by the rope. Zhao Mingyang couldn't help but speak.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing who you are. Anyway, I just need to know that you are a kid from a rich family."

Before Zhao Mingyang finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by the demon cultivator.

Zhao Mingyang can actually have magic weapons to protect him, and he can practice to the second level of Qi refining in a mortal body, with solid bones and long Qi pulses all over his body.

At first glance, it looked like he had taken a lot of pills and forcibly brought them up.

In addition, when he met Zhao Mingyang, he was right next to Sanpoji. If an ordinary mortal didn't have any confidence, would he dare to come to Sanpoji?

It can be seen that his family background is definitely good.

However, the only thing that made him a little strange was that there was a thick layer of calluses on Zhao Mingyang's shoulders and palms. Was this some kind of weapon training?

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out what kind of weapon it was. It would wear calluses on his shoulders and palms at the same time. Could it be a long-handled weapon like Guandao or Changge that needs to be carried on the shoulder?

Zhao Mingyang looked at the demon cultivator with vigilance. He was a little confused as to why the demon cultivator suddenly let him go.

"I don't have to kill you, but I need you to make a deal with me. You should be able to get ten spiritual stones, right?"

Mo Xiu said with a sneer.

Probably guessing what the demon cultivator meant, Zhao Mingyang nodded repeatedly and said: "I can take it out."

Now as long as it can keep him alive and prevent him from taking it out immediately, he dares to say that he can take out even a hundred spirit stones.

The demon cultivator looked at Zhao Mingyang and said, "As long as you can take it out, go back and give me ten spiritual stones. I will let you go, but there is one condition. You must practice the demon cultivator technique with me."

"Practice demonic cultivation techniques!"

The first half of the sentence was expected by Zhao Mingyang, but the second half really scared him. He had never thought about practicing magic cultivation in his life, even though Sister Mei Hong once told him that not all demon cultivators are bad people.

"That's right. Otherwise, if I let you go and you go back to Yanyang City and don't come out, I'll catch you somewhere."

The demon cultivator said sharply.

It would be a waste to beat a rich man like Zhao Mingyang to death. After all, a mortal corpse would not bring much benefit to the big snake.

So on weekdays, when he catches such a rich young man, he always wants to take advantage of him and drain his family bit by bit.

This is also the reason why he wants Zhao Mingyang to change the magic cultivation method. Once Zhao Mingyang starts to practice magic with him, he will completely join his pirate ship. Not to mention Zhao Mingyang alone, even the lives of his whole family will be under his control. .

If he dared to disobey him, he could find any boy to report to the Yamen, and Zhao Mingyang's whole family would die.

No one knows better than these demonic cultivators how harshly the Yunhuaxing Yamen will attack them.

Seeing Zhao Mingyang's hesitation, the demon cultivator continued to seduce: "You must know better than me how difficult it is for you to practice as a mortal, and you also heard it just now. I can turn your spiritual roots into four spiritual roots. In this case, you It's the same as those high-ranking monks. They won't dare to bully you or insult you anymore. You might be able to build foundations, golden elixirs, and even ask for immortality in the future."

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyang raised his head and looked at the demon cultivator in disbelief.

Well, yes, he is indeed moved now.

If he can really become a fake Four Spiritual Roots, and coupled with the "Ming Dao Foundation Building Technique" given to him by Brother Jing, then there will be no difference between him and a normal Four Spiritual Roots monk.

In this way, he can not only search for the whereabouts of Sister Mei Hong on Yunhua Star, but also ride on the interstellar dragon to other inhabited stars in the Yunhai Galaxy.

With such a large scope, it can be said that he will definitely be able to find Sister Mei Hong no matter whether she is dead or alive.

Furthermore, does he have a choice?

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Mingyang's mouth. If he didn't agree, he might end up exactly the same as the man in gray.

Seeing this, the demon cultivator secretly smiled in his heart. As long as Zhao Mingyang takes the bait, everything will be under his control. As for the four spiritual roots, let's just dream.

"I will teach you the skills now!"

Saying that, Zhao Mingyang could only follow the command of the demon cultivator and feel his spiritual power changing little by little.

About a day passed, and Zhao Mingyang slowly opened his eyes. He felt a sense of power that he had never experienced before, but he was at a loss in his heart. He had become a demon cultivator.

Immediately afterwards, the demon cultivator took him and rushed towards Yanyang City without stopping.

Zhao Mingyang found that he had really become stronger. The road that used to take four or five hours could now be walked in less than three hours.

The demon cultivator had no intention of entering the city, but asked Zhao Mingyang to go in by himself, and agreed to trade spiritual stones at this time tomorrow.

Yanyang City is not big. Zhao Mingyang walked to the door of his house in a few steps, but he hesitated and didn't dare to go in. He didn't know how to face his parents, let alone how to face Zhang Jingyuan later.

After hesitating for a while, he finally made a decision in his heart. After seeing his parents again and chatting with Zhang Jingyuan for a while, he went out and told the demon cultivator that he had lied to him.

After all, he really couldn't give ten spiritual stones to this demon cultivator, and it was already a very shameful thing for him to cultivate demons, so he was even less willing to ask Zhang Jingyuan for help.

"Forget it, it's good to die so innocently, so as not to let them know that I am a demon cultivator now. When the time comes, even if I die, I will have no shame to see them under Jiuquan. Anyway, I can come back this time. Originally It’s what you earn.”

The more he thought about Zhao Mingyang's heart, the more determined he became, and he wanted to die to make his determination clear.

However, at this moment, the door of his house was suddenly pushed open, and Zhang Jingyuan poked his head out and said loudly: "I just told you that there is nothing wrong with Mingyang. He was definitely not taken away by some demonic cultivator."

(End of this chapter)