Mythology

Chapter 105 Nezha Yang He, the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea invites
Nezha roared towards the sky, and countless Hun Tian Lings spread all around him.

Although Li Jing is inferior in strength, he has long realized that Nezha will not let him go, and has prepared many ways to save his life.

Relying on the Five Elements Escape Technique, he tried many times to break through the Hun Tian Ling.

"No wonder he was able to survive until the end of Conferred Gods. Li Jing is really good at surviving."

Yang He leaned over and walked out of the top of the tower with the Chun Yin Coffin on his back.

He frowned slightly, wondering whether to go forward to finish off the enemy, but he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the exquisite pagoda was emitting a faint glow, and all traces of Li Jing's refining on its surface had disappeared.

The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures could be heard faintly.

"Randeng Taoist?"

Yang He looked nervous. The Linglong Pagoda was given to Li Jing by the Taoist Master Ran Deng. If the Taoist Master Ran Deng intervened, things would become very troublesome.

He waited with all his might, but saw the second floor of the exquisite pagoda turned into a speck of dust.

The wind blows.

The dust has disappeared.

Yang He had a sympathetic expression, it seemed that Master Ran Deng was gradually summoning back the Linglong Pagoda. Li Jing had no one to rely on, and he was probably going to die today.

"Why, Immortal Master! You said that burning the Linglong Pagoda would naturally subdue Nezha!!"

Boom!
The Hun Tian Ling smashed heavily.

Li Jing screamed and flew backwards, his skin and flesh burned black by the karma fire.

Yang He withdrew his gaze, and then the third and fourth floors of the pagoda turned into dust.

He couldn't help but come to the few remaining floors of the pagoda and said, "Let's finish the beginning. Since we already have the bottom floor, why not give me the top floor as well."

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He guided the blood to gush out, and at the same time, the yang fire burned fiercely, directly refining the top layer of the pagoda by consuming his yang life.

In an instant, more than 90% of the blood had been drained.

Yang He’s face was just pale, his yang fire turned into yin fire, and his corpse-transmigrating immortal body was far from being comparable to the storyteller’s, so blood was not a vital part.

The top of the tower became extremely mottled, and soon a connection emerged.

"Come."

Yang He's mind moved, and the top of the tower shrank and hung in his palm.

He stared at the top of the tower with seriousness, intending to return to the main world immediately to exchange it if Master Ran Deng took it back by force.

As a result, Master Ran Deng allowed Yang He to refine the top of the tower.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Nezha lifted up a large piece of land, and the noise became more and more intense. If he continued to stay in the Dragon King Temple, he would inevitably be affected.

Moreover, Nezha is restricted in his actions and it is difficult for him to perform well.

"It is definitely impossible to escape from Chentang Pass. This trip is to complete the allusion. Now that Nezha has rebuilt his body, as long as he finds Jiang Ziya, it should be a sure thing to stop the dragon disaster from getting worse..."

"kindness?"

Yang He stood at the gate of Dragon King Temple and realized belatedly that something was wrong with Chentang Pass.

First of all, the strange dragon statue at the door disappeared.

Secondly, there was only a commotion in the direction of the dock. Every household had their doors and windows closed, and there were hardly any figures to be seen in broad daylight.

Yang He opened his eyes and looked around.

As a result, the nearby street scene changes the moment your eyes move.

Behind him was no longer the Dragon King Temple, but in front of an unfamiliar mansion. That's right, as long as he lost his sight, he would be taken somewhere else.

The spiritual vision began to surge for no reason.

In just a few breaths, Yang He appeared in different places one after another.

But one thing is certain, he is getting closer and closer to the dock, as if there is an invisible force pushing him towards the dock.

The pupil ghost between Yang He’s eyebrows opened and closed, and then pupils appeared all over his body.

His vision no longer had any blind spots. He was only two or three streets away from the pier and could clearly hear the grand event taking place inside.

pat pat pat.

At the end of the street a hundred meters away from Yang He, footsteps were approaching.

The old man was carrying a load of goods and shaking a rattle in his hand. From the way he walked, it could be seen that he had come from the grand event at the dock.

"Needles and thread, rouge and powder, and fun little things~~"

The hawking sounds, which were so ordinary on weekdays, caused sobs to be heard in the closed house.

Yang He thought of Cailian Town. When evil spirits were lurking around, ordinary people could only listen to the strange noises outside at home.

"Young man, are you... coming with us to welcome the real dragon?"

The old man stayed where he was, but his neck began to extend towards Yang He. In the blink of an eye, it was five or six meters long, and a head that looked like a human or a dragon came closer.

He forced a smile from his upper and lower jaws, and said flatteringly: "Transform into a dragon with us..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man's face suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted with distorted features: "It's a foreigner, a foreigner is trying to trespass into the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea!"

puff.

The neck emerged from the body, and the human-faced dragon came towards Yang He to bite him.

"Has the dragon transformation begun?"

"He is so impatient. It seems he is afraid that Nezha will mess things up."

Yang He dodged sideways and grabbed the human-faced dragon with his ghost hand. Its body was struggling and its old face kept cursing.

"Outsiders will not have a good death!"

The life force was cut off and the corpse was directly exchanged for spiritual vision.

Only a shell of the old body remained.

Yang He looked at the dock from afar, then headed there without hesitation. He had to find out what the purpose of the East China Sea Dragon Palace was.

.........

The sea was rough, crashing against the shore and creating splashes of water.

The scene inside the dock is quite different.

Forty-five statues of patrolling sea yakshas are arranged in an orderly manner, with different expressions on their faces. Two or three hundred long-necked monsters are burning incense and praying beside them.

There were also groups of soldiers gathered in the open space at the dock.

The number of soldiers would increase from time to time, and they would arrive at the dock in a few blinks of an eye. They were all terrified and felt like livestock to be slaughtered, two-legged sheep deliberately selected by the patrolling sea yakshas to be slaughtered.

Jin Zha was sweating profusely, trying to find a way to break the impasse, but the forty-five statues of patrolling sea yakshas were also lifelike, and he had no idea where the true body of the evil spirit was.

"I hope Mu Zha is okay. I don't know what's going on with Nezha."

Jin Zha held the talisman in his fingertips.

Although he has not yet become a true disciple of Wulong Mountain, he has successfully become a disciple of Manjusri Bodhisattva and obtained many protective talismans.

Jin Zha noticed that all the patrolling sea yaksha statues would occasionally blink.

If we follow this rule, the true form of the evil spirit should be constantly changing, and maybe I can grab a glimmer of hope.

Jin Zha was hesitant, and his next move might very well determine whether they lived or died.

Sweat dripping.

"The twelfth statue on the left blinks more frequently..."

Jin Zha subconsciously turned his head and saw a Taoist boy walking towards the dock. He looked unfamiliar, had very little masculine energy, and was carrying a coffin on his back.

He had never seen a Yang Fire that was about to go out but still safe and sound.

"who is he?!!"

Some of the soldiers also noticed something strange, but they didn't dare to say anything. Judging from the way Yang He was dressed, he should be a Taoist priest with a special inheritance.

Jin Zha was extremely shocked. This Taoist boy was not a human being at all, but clearly a corpse.

that's the truth.

Yang He's entire body was covered in wild red hair, his breath was filled with corpse poison, and his sharp fangs and teeth were extended.

“Jin Zha, I am Yang He, the true disciple of Qianyuan Mountain’s Golden Light Cave. Stop nagging and help me force out the patrolling sea yaksha.”

"If we continue to wait, Chentangguan will be doomed."

Jin Zha was stunned for a moment and realized that this person was Nezha's fellow disciple.

He was in a dilemma.

You know, the Patrolling Sea Yaksha is at least a demon. Yang He’s aura is indeed terrifying, but it is only at the level of perfection in the Innate Realm.

Is there any other way? Otherwise, it would just be suicide.

Jin Zha also realized that what Yang He said was true. If they delayed, they would die. "Li Feng, take the brothers and stop the evil spirit!!"

The soldiers drew their swords, but the dragon ignored them.

Puff puff.

The strange dragons with human faces rushed towards Yang He. Most of them were weak ghosts that had just been conceived, but there were also many that had grown into the level of evil ghosts.

Yang He did not hold back at all and embedded the pupil ghost directly into the center of the ghost's eyebrows.

The ghost's body opened a crack.

When Yang He was at the top of the tower, he had already realized that he could use his ghost body. Sure enough, the power of the pupil ghost was amplified exponentially.

Wherever you look, you can see flesh and blood growing in the cracks of the ground and walls.

Buzz~~

Jin Zha covered his head, as if countless wails were ringing in his ears.

The human-faced monster dragons were all parasitized by a large number of eye pupils, and weak karma fire burst out from their bodies, and then they exploded at the same time.

After eliminating forty or fifty evil spirits, the remaining human-faced dragons stopped in their tracks.

Yang He's mouth and nose were bleeding, and it took at least ten years of his life for his ghost body to open its eyes.

Jin Zha's scalp tingled. There was no turning back after giving the order. How many times could Yang He use this costly method?
Doesn’t he know that Patrolling Yaksha is… a demon!!!

As if sensing the two-legged sheep's dying struggle, the statues' mouths stretched from ear to ear, and fine cracks spread out.

Jin Zha collapsed to the ground, without even the strength to cast the talisman.

Because there are a total of... eight patrolling sea yakshas.

Seven evil ghosts and one evil ghost!
Jin Zha's talisman can only seal away evil spirits at best. No one can deal with it, not even himself, not even Yang He. Everyone will die.

He didn't understand what Yang He was doing, it seemed like he was relying on something.

boom! ! !
The broken stone statue fell from the sky and landed heavily on the dock.

Jin Zha took a closer look and saw that the stone statue clearly came from the main hall of the Dragon King Temple. It smashed the evil ghost patrolling the sea Yaksha into minced meat all over the ground.

"Bah!"

The fiery clouds covered the sky.

Nezha is standing on a wind-fire wheel and has three heads and six arms. One of his arms is holding an urn commonly seen in temples.

With a stir of the Hun Tian Ling, many strange dragons with human faces turned into ashes.

The smile of the patrolling sea yaksha froze, and the Hun Tian Ling had already strangled his neck. Nezha sneered and pulled hard, and his head flew into the sky.

Yang He cancelled his corpse-transmutation and summoned the tripod to collect the remaining limbs and flesh.

Whether or not the storyteller can be resurrected, he is a rare resource.

Yang He saw that the patrolling sea yakshas had no power to fight back at all, and that Nezha, who had rebuilt his body, was extremely powerful, and his Taoism faith remained stable after killing his father.

"It's only a matter of time before the story is completed."

"But...where is Jiang Ziya?"

Yang He recalled the plot of Nezha's chaos in the sea. After the death of the sea-patrolling Yaksha, the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace skinned and pulled out his tendons, and finally the Dragon King of the East Sea forced Nezha to death.

Yin energy rises.

The sea level rose for no reason and in a moment it was above Yang He's ankles.

No, it’s not that the sea level is rising, but that the entire Chentang Pass is sinking into the East China Sea, moving towards the deep sea at a speed of half a meter per breath.

Nezha grabbed the broken sea-patrolling Yaksha.

The patrolling Yaksha let out a sharp and piercing cry.

"Yang He!!"

"Nezha!!!"

"East Sea Dragon Palace please!!!"

(End of this chapter)