Mythology

Chapter 17 The Terrifying Alien Fairy

Click click click.

As Madam Yin dragged him along, Taiyi Zhenren's body became even more unrecognizable.

Yang He's yang fire became weak and could go out at any time. He kept throwing tonic pills into his mouth to boost his yang energy, and blood flowed from his facial features.

He doesn't care about the side effects, he just wants to live as long as he can.

"Ah ah ah."

The large number of corpses hanging on the tree branches were stimulated by the Yin energy and turned into ghosts. At the same time, they opened their mouths with their upper and lower jaws showing extremely exaggerated ranges.

Yang He looked around and saw that the originally dense forest had been covered with black hair.

Bang bang bang.

Madam Yin walked towards Yang He, her hatred seemed substantial. She threw Taiyi Zhenren's body into her thick black hair and devoured it all.

"Master..."

Yang He spoke tentatively, but the corpse did not respond.

"Taiyi Zhenren is at least a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, how could he be so unbearable? Is he really a fake?"

Yang He retreated again and again, his spiritual vision already reminding him of the danger of the situation.

[Spiritual Vision: 8.3 points]

The ghost pupil made a sound of being overwhelmed. After all, it was just an ordinary weak ghost. Facing the evil ghost... no, at least the fierce ghost Madam Yin, the ghost pupil would be scared to death at the first sight.

The black cat was not even a weakling, and his limbs had already begun to become stiff.

"It's okay to die. Anyway, it's worth the trip to get the method of raising ghosts."

Yang He retracted his pupil ghost to avoid being harmed by Madam Yin's negative energy, and stared at the tall woman who was already a hundred meters away from him.

"Something's wrong. Why do I feel that Madam Yin's ill intentions are not directed at me?"

Although Yang He felt suffocated due to the pressure, it was mainly because of the erosion of Yin energy.

Logically speaking, with Madam Yin's level of cultivation, he would have no chance to catch his breath. He might have died just after witnessing her.

and many more.

Is it possible that I was just affected and Madam Yin’s target is someone else?

Yang He turned his head belatedly and looked at the old postman.

The old postman was standing half a meter away, his eyes wide open, not saying a word. When he saw Yang He looking at him, he let out a strange laugh.

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He got goose bumps all over his body. The old postman's laughter sounded very much like Taiyi Zhenren.

"Master...Master, it turns out you are not dead."

The old postman grinned from ear to ear, staring at Madam Yin with burning eyes. Then a faint sinister aura emanated from him, and moles appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Yang He realized that a ghost was born in the old postman's body!

"Master, give me back my child!!!"

Madam Yin opened her hands, her black hair surged like waves, then spread towards the sky, covering the sky and the sun for a moment.

"Disciple, I didn't expect you still recognize me as your master."

The old postman's voice completely turned into that of Taiyi Zhenren.

He didn't move, only the extra sixth finger on his right hand was trembling slightly, and blue veins bulged along the blood vessels, spreading little by little throughout his body.

Compared with the other five fingers, the sixth finger is skinny and the nails are as black as ink.

Click.

The sixth finger broke away from the palm and actually moved between the old postman's skin and flesh.

Yang He's scalp tingled as he watched the sixth finger reach the old postman's chest, followed by the sound of bone growth.

"Hey hey hey."

In just a few breaths, the sixth finger grew into a new arm.

Still skinny and with corpse spots all over his body.

The old postman has become... an alien!
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, my disciple. I left Qianyuan Mountain in a hurry and only brought one arm with me. Next time I will bring all three heads and six arms."

The old postman twisted his neck exaggeratedly, and his facial features transformed into those of Taiyi Zhenren.

Yang He’s eyes widened.

"Seize the body?"

"This... is this the great magical power of the ghost sect after becoming an immortal?!!" "Master Taiyi can easily take over the bodies of others with his limbs!!!"

According to Taiyi Zhenren, only by using three heads and six arms can one exert his full power. No wonder the sense of oppression brought to Tonggui is not strong.

Yang He felt that Taiyi Zhenren was more like... a ghost than Madam Yin.

"Disciple, keep going. She won't attack you. Madam Yin doesn't kill children."

"Go to Cailian Town first and wait for your master to arrive."

Taiyi Zhenren flicked his sleeves, and thick fog came towards him in an instant.

Yang He couldn't see Taiyi Zhenren's movements clearly, but he felt that the yin energy was becoming more and more dense, and the air waves were carrying thick fog and sweeping across the entire mountain.

[Spiritual Vision: 8.9 points]

He gritted his teeth and used his psychic vision to vaguely determine the direction.

Then Yang He buried his head in the endless black hair, his pupils wide open, trying desperately to protect his already extremely weak yang fire.

Fortunately, Madam Yin had no ill intentions. Instead, she used her black hair to send herself to the outside world.

"Cough cough cough."

Only a flame remained of Yang He's yang energy, and his body, despite enduring the yin energy for a long time without dying, showed signs of inexplicable changes, and no one knew whether they were good or bad.

When the second Yin Meridian grew one third, his vision finally became clear.

"call……"

Yang He rolled and crawled out of the black hair. In the distance was the official road that went straight up the mountain. As expected, Cailian Town would be over the top of the mountain.

"I thought forty pills were too much before, but now it seems that they are not enough."

Yang He swallowed the remaining tonic pills in one gulp, which helped fuel his yang fire and restored his body temperature to normal.

He hurried away from the mountains and forests, and stumbled back to the official road.

Meow~~

Yang He noticed that the black cat had woken up, so he reached out to touch its head. However, as soon as the cat touched its head, its expression became extremely ugly.

"Oh shit!"

At the end of the right palm, a tiny sixth finger grew out at some point!

[Weak Ghost]

[Newly born demons usually disguise themselves as finger parasites. 】

After Yang He calmed down, he immediately considered the pros and cons, and suddenly felt that becoming Taiyi Zhenren's body was not a bad thing.

Taiyi Zhenren's move was probably just to be on the safe side.

The value of the Taoist boy is still Nezha’s spare body.

The sixth finger instead gave Yang He an opportunity to covet the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body!
Yang Hetong's method of raising ghosts only reaches the evil ghost stage, and the subsequent practice is confusing. However, it is different for powerful ghosts, which can be said to be pointing directly to becoming an immortal.

"But accommodating a second ghost is also a problem. I'm afraid I won't get an answer if I ask Master Taiyi. The relationship between master and disciple is really weak."

While he was thinking, Cailian Town was unknowingly at the end of the official road.

A drizzle of rain fell on the mountains.

Yang He stared at Cailian Town from afar. He hadn't seen it for a long time. The place was no longer dominated by living people. It was filled with a sinister aura in his spiritual eyes.

His nosebleed flowed uncontrollably and his brain felt dizzy.

The Taoist boy's physique became increasingly weak. Without the tonic pill, even though the Yin energy did not erode his body, his Yang fire continued to dim.

"There is no choice. Even if we stay in the wilderness, the Taoist boy won't survive for more than one night."

Yang He quickened his pace, trying to reach the yamen before dark.

However, the sky was overcast and he could not see his hand in front of him as soon as he stepped into Cailian Town.

Hey.

Yang He's eyelids were twitching wildly, and the Taoist boy's yang fire was about to go out.

"To ghosts, a person whose yang fire has gone out is no longer a human being, but a lamb to be slaughtered, the most delicious food."

Yang He touched his chin and sighed, either hoping that Taiyi Zhenren would come to the rescue.

Or just...get your money back?

"Well, it seems that making a profit and currying favor with others are not contradictory?"

(End of this chapter)