Mythology

Chapter 112: Perfect Corpse Transmutation

The dragon lungs have extremely terrifying activities. Even if they are already inside a ghost body, they will still undergo indescribable changes. The exposed blood vessels and meridians will form dragon claws.

Then some of its eyes opened, and its organs were about to become a newborn dragon ghost.

Yang He had expected this. After all, the dragon lung came from Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea. The ghost body swallowed the dragon lung in time, otherwise it would have been difficult to subdue it.

The breath of the Dragon King of the East Sea blew over Yang He's head.

He emerged from the shadows and stared at Yang He with a loving expression. To be more precise, he was looking at Yang He's body. "My son Ao Bing..."

"Ao Bing, you are my most beloved son. At the age of 200, you are already a god who can create clouds, rain and give birth to all things. How can you die just like that?"

"My son Ao Bing, come back soon after eating the dragon's lung."

Nezha had a murderous look on his face, but he did not attack because Yang He was refining the dragon lungs. He secretly waited for the right moment to attack.

Taoist Yunze felt uneasy and lost a lot of weight.

The Dragon King of the East Sea didn't care about Nezha and turned his attention to the dragon and ghost monks who were fighting.

Yang He couldn't help but curse inwardly a few times, and felt something strange inside his body. He scanned his flesh, blood, and bones with his spiritual vision, and saw that they were all densely packed with insect eggs.

Insect eggs were everywhere, and dragon-like and insect-like fetuses were growing inside.

As the pupil ghost absorbs and exhales external Yin energy, the eggs may hatch at any time, and quite a few have even flowed into the Niwan Palace along the meridians.

Once hatched, the real Third Prince Ao Bing will take over Yang He's body.

"Jiang Taigong is right. The Dragon King of the East China Sea does have some intelligence."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea is not pretending to be crazy, but at the same time he is calm. It is hard to imagine what kind of terror he has experienced in heaven.

"I'm afraid that after the storyteller was resurrected, he has been targeted by the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

Yang He realized that even if the storyteller died, it would be the corpse boy's turn.

He controlled the Yin energy to corrode the eggs. With a snap, tiny maggots emerged, resembling a microscopic baby dragon.

The young dragons emit the unique aura of residual souls, and when they gather together they can form a complete soul.

"Just take over the body, I'm curious, can the panel be defeated by just the soul taking over the character?"

The Chan sect's body possession technique is to directly replace the body and soul, so the panel defaults to the character's death, but the soul does not seem to be the panel's weak point, right?

Yang He allowed the insect eggs to occupy his body and focused on refining the dragon lungs.

The two ghosts have already reached the perfect level of evil ghosts, and he can accept the loss of not being able to generate permanent characters.

As the lungs took shape bit by bit, the number of Dragon Ghost monks gradually decreased to six.

They have already achieved more than 70% of the characteristics of true dragons, but their behavior is like that of wild beasts, and they no longer have any intelligence.

They all want to devour their own kind and become true dragons.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea glanced at the Dragon Ghost Monk and murmured with satisfaction: "My son Ao Cheng, you are the most stable among the dragon sons of the East China Sea. When your father dies, you should be the new Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"Hey, how can you die just like that?"

Yang He sneered as he refined most of the dragon lungs, then started to act dirty.

【Lungs of the Dragon King of the West Sea】

[The Yin objects derived from the Dragon King of the West Sea can be refined through the "Powerful Ghost Path". Once the organs are installed, the three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya will "grow a mouth and nose". ]

Nezha looked at the Dragon King of the East China Sea and asked softly, "Junior Brother Yang, how are you doing?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You are born with spiritual pupils. Take a closer look at the shadow of the old dragon. I feel like there is something wrong with the old dragon. His aura is getting weaker and weaker."

As Nezha spoke, he scratched the flesh of his right arm with his fingernails and pulled out a maggot, but the maggot died as soon as it hatched.

The body reshaped by the karmic fire is far superior to that of an ordinary immortal body, so how could the remnant soul withstand it?

Yang He raised his eyebrows, and the pupil ghost hung in the air and swept across the shadows.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea seemed slightly unconscious. The half of his body hidden in the shadows was mostly rotten, and countless maggots could be seen gnawing at it.

He was using his own flesh and blood to feed the remaining soul of the third dragon son.

Rumble.

The tombs in the rear hall shook violently.

Compared to Ao Bing in Yang He's body and Ao Cheng who is still raising the Gu, the third dragon son conceived by the flesh and blood of the East China Sea Dragon King has been born.

"My son Ao Fu, even if you become an immortal, you still have a vicious nature. Your father knows that you will definitely have a big meal when you wake up."

"Don't worry, the Dragon Palace waiters are all your food."

Ao Fu turned over excitedly, and vaguely saw a dragon head emerging from the soil.

At the same time, bubbles were surging underground in Chentang Pass.

Jiang Ziya seemed to have found the lifeblood of the magic circle and was trying to break the center of the formation to free Chentang Pass from the constraints of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

The Dragon King of the East Sea was not in a hurry, and might even have intentionally exposed his flaw to lure Jiang Ziya away.

Clang.

The flaming spear was pulled out from the spine.

Nezha could no longer hold back. Seeing the East Sea Dragon King showing a flaw, he wanted to test him, regardless of whether the latter was originally a fairy or not.

He continued to accumulate karmic fire, with thick smoke coming out of his mouth and nose. "Junior Brother Yang, it's up to you and me to rely on our luck from now on. Hehe, it wouldn't be too much if I died in the mouth of the Dragon King of the East China Sea."

"Brother Nezha, we'll see each other after the dragon disaster is over."

Yang He groaned, and the hatching speed of the insect eggs increased. Ao Bing's consciousness had begun to affect his body, seizing control.

"Take care of yourself."

Nezha was helpless when facing Yang He's possession, and he could only save himself if he wanted to survive.

Yang He realized it belatedly and added: "Brother Nezha, if you find that Ao Bing has taken over my body, don't rush to tear out my tendons and skin me."

"it is good!!"

Whoosh.

Nezha stepped on the Wind-Fire Wheel and used the Hun Tian Ling to directly break open the Zishan Palace.

"Old dragon, give me your life!!!" Nezha's three-headed, six-armed Dharma body appeared in an instant, but he did not attack the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Instead, he pointed directly at the dragon-ghost monks who were killing each other.

Roar!
The Dragon King of the East Sea tore off half of his body and spewed out a monstrous evil energy.

"Nezha, after you die, my eldest daughter will be able to come back to life from your corpse!!"

The man and the dragon fought fiercely.

Nezha was clearly at a disadvantage, but he managed not to show any signs of defeat.

With every move of his hands, the sea water boiled, the karmic fire burned the corals and water plants, and the three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya was constantly undergoing new changes.

The Dragon King of the East Sea is no longer the immortal god he once was. After he decayed, his cultivation was damaged, and he was willing to let his second son Ao Fu eat part of his body. He missed several opportunities to severely injure Nezha.

Boom! !

Most of the Zishan Palace collapsed, but the Dragon Ghost Monk was protected in the shadows.

You can see the last two men tearing each other's flesh.

Taoist Yunze was in a dilemma. He was about to ask Yang He what to do, but when he turned around, Yang He had become a stranger.

Yang He tilted his head, and the expression on half of his face was completely different.

Taoist Yunze then heard Yang He talking to himself.

"Yang He, you are very sensible. Why don't you do me a favor and eat the stinky catfish next to you?"

Taoist Yunze was horrified and collapsed to the ground with his limbs weak.

After Ao Bing took over Yang He's body, the real dragon body began to show signs of being revealed, and the fake dragon similar to Taoist Yunze had no power to fight back at all.

Yang He said cheerfully: "Ao Bing, don't worry, the soul possession should be almost done anyway."

"Hahaha, very funny."

"Yang He, Yang He, I want to refine your soul into a corpse ghost. There has never been a wonderful person like you in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea."

Yang He curled his lips nonchalantly, then took back his body for a few breaths and said, "Let's go quickly. I will be dead in a quarter of an hour at most."

"Thank you very much, Master Yang."

Taoist Yunze felt less pressured and fled from Zishan Palace in a panic.

"Yang He, you are such a kind person. You are about to die, but you still want to help the catfish spirit you just met."

Yang He's pupils were cloudy, "Ao Bing, can you satisfy my curiosity before you die?"

"Hahaha, what do you want to know?"

"Ao Bing, you were eaten by the Dragon King of the East China Sea, right?"

Ao Bing's face was solemn, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know, Yang He, I will definitely torture you before I take over your body!!!"

"After returning from heaven, the Dragon King of the East Sea went mad and swallowed you all?"

"Right, Ao Bing?"

Yang He's consciousness began to blur, and Ao Bing's hysterical voice came to his ears, "Yang He, you are a self-righteous idiot, you have no idea what happened in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea."

"Then tell me why the dragon son and daughter died."

Ao Bing couldn't stop trembling, and said uncontrollably: "You don't understand at all, we... were stuffed into father's stomach, without any warning!!"

He completely lost control of his body and covered his head in despair.

Yang He was extremely stunned, and a prompt appeared on the panel in front of him.

[Your character "Storyteller" has been possessed by another spirit, and the story is over.]

.........

Yang He regained consciousness in the main world, but there was still surprise in his eyes. He really couldn't understand what happened to the Dragon King of the East China Sea in Heaven.

Forced to be fed offspring? Is there evil in heaven?

Yang He was silent for a long time, and only uttered one sentence, "It's really weird."

"It's good news that the storyteller is alive, but... at least three dragons have come back to life. This is difficult, very difficult."

[Obtain the Lungs of the Dragon King of the West Sea]

[Obtain the Tripod]

Yang He exchanged them all, the lungs fell into his palm, and he handed the tripod to the black cat. While he was replenishing the number of times he buried the ghost with water, he started to put the lungs in again.

Most of the previous preparations for the ghost had been completed, and integrating it into the ghost body would be a natural process.

"Well?"

Yang He's mind was trembling wildly. Unlike the storyteller who pretended to be dirty, his own immortal body began to transform because all the internal organs were intact.

The flaws of the corpse-transmutation immortal body will soon disappear.

Yang He felt the hot yang energy pouring into his body from the top of his head. Then his red hair grew rapidly and his blood-red eyes flashed faintly.

"Kuroko!!"

The shadow under the feet stretched out a cat's claw and dragged Yang He into the mustard seed space.

A moment.

The red-haired man directly filled the mustard seed space, and the objects stored inside started burning, and in just a short moment they were reduced to ashes.

"Strange thing."

Old man Yang was clearing the weeds in the yard of his new home, and he was sweating all over.

He was just about to scoop a few buckets of clean water from the well to clean it, but he found that the water level had dropped significantly compared to half a day ago, and the rock wellhead had dried up and cracked.

A draft blew through the hall.

As Old Man Yang watched in bewilderment, the weeds turned to ashes bit by bit, and the soil became like a long-dried riverbed.

On the desk in the wing, several volumes of miscellaneous notes collected by Yang He were flipping through randomly.

The miscellaneous notes accidentally stayed on a page.

[According to legend, the name of the drought demon is Shiba. Wherever it appears, there will be a severe drought, with a thousand miles of barren land.]

(End of this chapter)