Transmigrated into a Book as a Mole in an Immortal Sect
Chapter 167

Netherworld Ravine

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"Without a physical body, that means he can hit you, but you can't hit him? So how do you deal with this soul evil spirit?" the drunkard asked curiously.

"Who knows, I haven't killed anyone before, but everything in the world has a cycle of cause and effect. Where there is birth, there must be destruction. There must be a way." Di Ming said.

"If you don't say it, it's the same as never saying it." The drunk rat muttered in a low voice.

Di Ming said faintly, "In fact, not having a physical body is not the most terrifying thing. If a thing like Hunsha, which relies on resentment to survive, really cultivates a physical body, it will lead to the disaster of annihilation."

The drunk rat listened and shrank his neck in fear.

"Where is that soul evil now?" Lin Qingyang asked.

Di Ming said quietly, "He should be in Netherworld Stream, which is the dirtiest place in my body. For thousands of years, I have concentrated and sealed the souls of the dead in the Shadow Cave and the resentment that cannot be dissipated. The Yin Qi there is very heavy, but it is the most suitable for cultivation for Soul Evil."

As the ground rumbled and he finished speaking, the wall behind Lin Qingyang suddenly made a noise, and a deep passage appeared.

"From here, you can reach Netherworld Stream." Diming said.

Lin Qingyang stared at the dark passage, a chill seeping out of the passage.

"You wait here, I'll go first..."

Before Cang Mo finished speaking, Lin Qingyang had already stood up and headed to the cave. Cang Mo followed helplessly and grabbed his arm, but his words were blocked by Lin Qingyang's fierce and decisive eyes. He had never seen Lin Qingyang with such eyes.

Cang Mo paused and said helplessly, "Follow me later." After saying that, he took the lead and entered the cave, and Lin Qingyang quickly followed.

The drunk rat sat awkwardly in his position, glanced at the dark hole, shrank his neck, and whispered, "I'll wait for you two here."

The two figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The passage was completely dark, with only the rugged road beneath your feet. The further you walked in, the air around you became colder and biting, as if it could seep into the seams of your bones. It was not ordinary cold, but a sinister atmosphere with deathly silence and resentment.

Lin Qingyang couldn't help but shudder, and tightened the tight robe. A warm hand suddenly reached out and held his cold hand. The warmth spread along the palm to dispel the chill. Lin Qingyang subconsciously turned her head, unable to see Cang Mo's expression clearly in the darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a faint light finally appeared in front of them. The two people walked out of the cave entrance, but instead of seeing the sky again, they entered a larger underground cave. The dome was so high that the top was almost invisible, and only a few inverted stalagmites hung like sharp swords above their heads. In the center of the cave was a strangely huge cold pool. The water in the pool was a thick, inky black, without any ripples, like a huge black mirror, lifelessly reflecting the dark rock wall above.

There was no wind around, and the air seemed to be frozen. The thick, cold pressure made it difficult to breathe.

"Is this Netherworld Stream?" Lin Qingyang lowered his voice and scanned the surroundings with vigilance.

Cang Mo didn't say anything, but held his hand tightly and stared at the center of the cold pool. He sensed the demonic aura swimming at the bottom of the pool. He flipped his wrist and unsheathed the black sword Xiao Yue. A dark and domineering sword aura, packed with fierce demonic power, struck heavily on the dead water.

The jet-black pool water was forcibly split open, stirring up huge waves several feet high, and a disgusting stench filled the air. However, the stirred-up water curtain did not fall, but instead stagnated, twisted, and stretched strangely in mid-air.

Then, the black water in the sky turned into a huge anaconda in the blink of an eye, opening its mouth full of fangs, spitting out black messages, and rushed towards the two of them.

Cang Mo pulled Lin Qingyang behind him without moving his feet. He held the knife in one hand and quickly drew a sword in front of him. Then he swept the knife horizontally, and a black demonic power visible to the naked eye exploded in a fan shape with him as the center.

The sharp sword energy formed an airtight wall of wind and hit the anaconda that was coming towards me. With a loud noise, the huge anaconda was crushed to pieces the moment it touched the sword energy, and turned into stinky black water again, which splashed down. Cang Mo's evil energy formed a barrier, blocking off the falling black rainstorm.

As the mist in the sky dissipated, a thick gray mist rose from the water in the center of the cold pool. As the mist surged, a figure slowly emerged.

A wide black cloak wrapped around his whole body, and the hood was pushed down so low that his face could not be seen clearly. There was nothing under the tattered clothes, as if there was nothing, just suspended in the air so strangely, swaying slightly with the dark wind blowing from the abyss.

Lin Qingyang's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the figure that overlapped with that in the nightmare.

Above the cold pool, the black-robed figure was suspended in mid-air. Under the hood, there was still a void of darkness, but it made people feel that there was an extremely malicious sight staring at them.

Lin Qingyang stared at the figure, clenching her fingers tightly, with fierce hatred in her eyes, and her breathing became faster. Cang Mo's face was gloomy, and the black knife in his hand vibrated, revealing murderous intent.

Then there was a piercing scream from the floating cloak. The sound did not sound like a human voice, but more like the neighing of some kind of reptile.

"Lin Qingyang! You finally showed up!"

The sound was extremely shrill, echoing in the empty cave, making people's eardrums hurt, and it was filled with resentment and hatred.

Lin Qingyang was stunned and looked at the black figure with some doubts. Cang Mo also saw that something was wrong and looked at him with a questioning look. Apparently both of them realized that the tone of his voice was not Bi Yue at all!

"Excuse me, are you...?" Lin Qingyang asked.

Hearing this, the black shadow let out an even more furious roar. The black water in the cold pool became even more violent, and the churning water waves gradually took on the shape of a snake.

"Lin Qingyang! You caused my tragic death! How dare you ask me who I am!" the black shadow roared angrily.

Lin Qingyang looked at the ferocious water snake in the pool, and the familiar scene finally reminded him of something.

"The devil?" Lin Qingyang asked in shock, "You are the devil!"

The shadow burst out with a nervous laugh, "Hahaha, you didn't expect that I could come back! You insidious and cunning liar!"

Lin Qingyang was speechless for a moment. He really didn't expect that the unlucky ghost who had been nervous for a long time turned out to be the evil spirit. He also didn't expect that his resentment for being deceived by him was so deep that he actually turned into a ghost.

"So it was you who gave the Nine Heaven Sword fragments to Drunken Mouse!" Lin Qingyang asked.

"That's right! I did it!" The monster's voice became sharper and a bit crazy, "I just want you to fight and kill you all! None of you human beings are good, they are hypocritical, shameless, insidious and cunning, and you! What a bullshit Demon King! It's just a dog he raised! It's an embarrassment to the monster clan even if you live! You bastards, you all deserve to die!"

"How did you get these fragments? Did Bi Yue give them to you!" Lin Qingyang ignored his illogical shouting and asked.

"What Bi Yue, this was given to me by God, it was God's will! He asked me to take revenge!" Bi Yue screamed, and then laughed sharply, "Lin Qingyang, are you trying to fool me again! I won't be fooled by you again! Hahahaha!"

Lin Qingyang was a little speechless, and complained to Cang Mo in a low voice, "He seems to be in a worse state of mind than when he was alive!"

Cang Mo said nothing, but still gave him a look of recognition.

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