The Secret Way of Immortality

As zombies appeared with increasing frequency, the pressure on the defensive line near the Corpse Mirror intensified.

To prevent the situation from collapsing, many Yang God realm cultivators participated in the alert, resulting in the town being virtually deserted.

The Lion Buddha monks were the most active, even the old monk Zongqing, a Yang God realm cultivator, would occasionally step in to rescue other cultivators.

However, it was clear to discerning eyes that Zongqing seemed to have ulterior motives.

Zongqing would deliberately take some of the dead zombies away from the stronghold, seemingly wanting to extract their memories and explore the secrets of the world within the mirror.

Unfortunately, Ren An's clone had the traces of the fungal soul erased, and even the brain had turned into a pulpy mass due to the erosion of Yin energy.

The situation at the stronghold gradually stabilized, and some Yang God realm cultivators even began to treat the zombies' flesh and blood as food to fill their stomachs.

When all of Ren An's clones sent to the world within the mirror were killed, the Corpse Mirror gradually became deserted, and the zombies that occasionally appeared were not as terrifying as they were when empowered by the fungal soul.

The Yang God realm cultivators all thought that the calamity brought by the Immortal Gate had passed, so they successively recalled the cultivators to the town, leaving only a portion at the stronghold.

With the display of methods similar to hatching insect eggs, the number of cultivators steadily increased, seemingly not much different from before.

But they did not know that the name of the Earth Immortal of Fortune had taken root among the various forces.

Apart from the more stubborn Lion Buddha monks, most of the other forces had cultivators who believed in the Earth Immortal of Fortune, and they even sculpted statues for him.

Several days passed, and the calm was broken by earth-shattering tremors.

Boom boom boom boom...

One after another, the white bone hills began to collapse, and massive amounts of corpses slid down from the heights, revealing the nests of carrion-eating insects buried deep underground.

These insects, with their extremely vigorous vitality, were like centipedes, unyielding even in death.

Normally, when their nests were damaged, they would immediately swarm away, but now there was not even the slightest movement, which seemed unusually strange.

Reclusive Molt narrowed his eyes and ordered his subordinates to go and investigate.

The result was that the huge nests were filled with dense masses of dead insects, all killed by corrosive corpse energy.

Before Reclusive Molt could react, the ground within a few miles around crackled and hissed.

A ghostly green corpse water gradually seeped out, and Yin energy formed into a tornado, surging towards the Corpse Mirror and disappearing into it.

The zombies' roars came from inside the cave, mixed with countless murmuring noises.

"What's going on?"

Old Monk Zongqing's face was flushed, and while summoning the monks to rush to the stronghold, he looked at the cultivator on patrol at this time with anger in his eyes.

"Bald donkey, how would I know..."

The cultivator, intimidated by Old Monk Zongqing's aura, said a few words and then stopped talking.

Old Monk Zongqing coldly said, "Gather everyone and rush to the stronghold, if you don't want to die, come here immediately."

The cultivator wanted to retort, but felt a murderous intent envelop him, so he had to obey.

Among all the forces in the Land of the Dead, only Zongqing's Lion Buddha Temple was Buddhist, the rest were actually Taoist and unorthodox sects.

Logically, the Lion Buddha Temple should have been squeezed out of the town long ago, but the fact was that Old Monk Zongqing faintly had a tendency to overpower the Yang God realm cultivators.

After the cultivator conveyed Old Monk Zongqing's words, almost all the cultivators rushed to the stronghold.

On the one hand, they did not want to offend the inexplicably powerful Buddhist sect, and on the other hand, they did not want the stability here to be broken.

A moment later, tens of thousands of cultivators gathered on the city wall, their eyes staring straight at the Corpse Mirror.

Heavy breathing came from inside, and it seemed that they could hear extremely familiar voices, gradually approaching the exit with each step.

The various forces began to send cultivators to investigate the situation.

But before the cultivators could get close to the Corpse Mirror, just as they came into contact with the corpse energy on the ground, their flesh and bones were mostly corroded by the corpse bones.

The magic weapons were even more不堪, just as they were driven into the Corpse Mirror, there were metallic chewing sounds inside, which made people shudder.

The Yang God realm cultivators all felt a little scalp-numbing, and they couldn't help but look at Old Monk Zongqing, who seemed to know a lot about the Immortal Gate.

"Amitabha..."

Old Monk Zongqing ignored them, just chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, with an explosion of corpse energy, the zombie's figure was finally revealed.

A shadow of twenty meters pressed on the hearts of the cultivators, and the aura it exuded was as substantial, making them a little creepy.

The one who came out of the world in the mirror was naturally Lingxiao Taoist's true form, but his appearance was completely unexpected.

Lingxiao Taoist could no longer be seen as human, and his huge body had become an indescribable mass.

He seemed to be pieced together from thousands of corpses, and countless people could be seen struggling in the flesh, their expressions desperate and terrified.

With each step Lingxiao Taoist took, limbs and pieces of flesh would fall off, but under the action of Yin energy, each body appeared to be zombified.

Even if it was only at the level of a green zombie, it was still an aggregate of thousands of green zombies, and the strength it displayed was enough to rival the Yin Messenger realm.

"Kill this zombie with me, or we will all be trapped here."

Old Monk Zongqing's eyes swept over the Yang God realm cultivators, his tone full of refusal, and rich Buddhist energy condensed in his palm.

The fact was indeed as he said, if they could not eliminate Lingxiao Taoist now, when the latter advanced to a white zombie, it would be enough to destroy the town.

Old Monk Zongqing took the lead, turning into golden light and swooping towards Lingxiao Taoist.

The other Yang God realm cultivators, as long as they had the idea of leaving the Dead Man's Forbidden Zone through support, did not want the town to be destroyed so easily.

They followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the Corpse Mirror.

Lingxiao Taoist had a remnant of consciousness, and he said loudly to Old Monk Zongqing, "I...should...listen to you, there is a Yellow Spring Underworld...in the Immortal Gate..."

Old Monk Zongqing did not reply, and raised his hand to release a Buddhist golden lion.

Lingxiao Taoist was heavily hit, and at least a dozen corpses on his body turned to ashes, but it still could not hurt him.

He looked at Old Monk Zongqing angrily, and all the large and small human faces on his body opened their mouths, spitting out corpse energy like dark clouds.

Old Monk Zongqing dodged to the side, and waved his hand to suppress the golden seal-shaped Buddhist energy.

The resulting movement affected hundreds of miles, and the white bones turned into bone dust and scattered away, and ordinary people would be zombified and die just by breathing.

The Yang God realm cultivators all showed their magical powers, and various spells enveloped Lingxiao Taoist.

The rest of the cultivators could not participate in the encirclement at all, and they would die if they were hit by the aftermath.

Reclusive Molt floated in mid-air, and he couldn't help but look back.

The stronghold, which should have been in a state of panic, was now extremely calm, and even slightly strange in the contrast of the zombies' roars.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Reclusive Molt heard familiar insect nest language from outside the Lion Buddha monks' chanting.

It should be calling "Earth Immortal of Fortune."

He shuddered, looked around at the empty and boundless land of white bones, as if a giant worm spanning the Land of the Dead was coiling underground.

Reclusive Molt suppressed his distracting thoughts and manipulated his flying sword to join the battle against Lingxiao Taoist.

Lingxiao Taoist's body was constantly shrinking, and his volume of more than twenty meters returned to just over ten meters, showing how many fused green zombies had died.

But his aura did not weaken at all, but became stronger and stronger.

Old Monk Zongqing secretly thought it was bad, although the zombies contained in Lingxiao Taoist were decreasing, the remaining Yin energy could nourish his body.

If this continues, he will soon advance to a white zombie...

As soon as he had this thought, a crack appeared on Lingxiao Taoist's back, and thousands of spines drilled out of it, waving wildly.

After Lingxiao Taoist reached the white zombie stage, he could faintly confront the Yang God realm, and the spine could also release a rich corpse poison.

Faced with such a tricky enemy, some Yang God realm cultivators began to retreat.

Old Monk Zongqing's expression turned fierce, and he slapped the edge of the cultivator, and said sharply: "Do you know why I want to be in the Land of the Dead?"

Reclusive Molt was slightly stunned, but heard Old Monk Zongqing continue: "There is indeed a secret to becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha in the Immortal Gate."

Seeing that Old Monk Zongqing's actions and gestures were like he was going to fight Lingxiao Taoist desperately, it could be seen that there was indeed a reason to stay in the Immortal Gate.

After hearing that they could become immortals, their eyes were a little red, and they no longer thought about shrinking back.

Under the joint siege of the Yang God realm cultivators, Lingxiao Taoist's volume shrank again, but gradually bone armor covered everywhere.

"Immortal..."

He muttered in his mouth, and the few remaining hundreds of heads on his body moved closer to the middle, eventually forming a corpse brain that pulsed like a heart.

After abandoning the excess body, Lingxiao Taoist officially set foot on the green zombie.

Old Monk Zongqing, who was still clamoring just now, turned around and left without hesitation, and the other Yang God realm cultivators fled in all directions when they saw this.

But it was already half a step late.

Except for Old Monk Zongqing, all the Yang God realm cultivators were pierced by the spine, sucking nutrients from it, and hanging behind Lingxiao Taoist.

Old Monk Zongqing's face was twisted, as if a long-term layout had fallen short, and he gritted his teeth and fled into the deep Corpse Mirror.

But he didn't notice that a little disease seed was attached to his shoulder.

Lingxiao Taoist stopped, shook his head irritably, trying to recall the memories of his life, but his mind was blank.

And he didn't know why, he didn't kill the Yang God realm cultivators, but instead had the idea of using them as a source of nutrients.

Lingxiao Taoist did not choose to chase Old Monk Zongqing, and walked towards the stronghold.

He knew that he could increase his volume by devouring souls, and the tens of thousands of cultivators in the stronghold could be used as targets.

A mouthful of corpse energy spewed out, and the city wall around the Corpse Mirror instantly turned into ruins.

What puzzled Lingxiao Taoist was that the stronghold was close at hand, but the cultivators seemed extremely calm, and only the Lion Buddha monks fled away.

His stupid intelligence could not understand, but the faint sound of "Earth Immortal of Fortune" still made him inexplicably angry.

As for the Yang God realm cultivators hanging behind, they only had despair at this time.

Reclusive Molt found that his spine was completely pierced, and corpse energy suppressed the aura of spells, and he couldn't even move his little finger.

But his consciousness was extremely clear, and he could feel the flesh and bones liquefying and being absorbed.

Lingxiao Taoist walked a hundred meters into the stronghold, and under the drive of fear, the voice of calling the Earth Immortal of Fortune became hysterical.

True Void Master walked out of the shelter of the house without fear, standing in front of Lingxiao Taoist.

His eyes looked at the giant corpse Buddha, and he didn't know when a figure appeared on top of his head.

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