Mythology

Chapter 194: Advancing to the Concentrated Mind Realm (Killing Ghost)

Yang He collected his corpse-reincarnation body and cancelled his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body. “I am Yang He, a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren from Jinguang Cave at Qianyuan Mountain.”

Nezha then restrained his breath and landed lightly on the ground.

Jiang Ziya smiled and was able to stop the Demon Child from being so domineering. Apart from Taiyi Zhenren, there was only one other corpse Taoist.

Huang Tianhua's Jade Unicorn turned into a foal, and he touched its head to calm it down.

Yang Jian closed his third eye and stood quietly beside Jiang Ziya.

The strange phenomenon that enveloped Jiulong Gorge disappeared, and Ji Fa and others stepped forward hesitantly. Four people and one dragon were no match for ordinary mortals.

"Lord Xibo, our Chan Church supports Xiqi in attacking Chaoge."

After hearing Jiang Ziya point out that the Chan Church was helping behind the scenes, Ji Fa felt relieved. "With all the immortal masters here, even if Chaoge has a million ghost soldiers, they can't break through the city gate!!"

Yang He couldn't help but complain in his heart. Not only did Chaoge have millions of ghost soldiers, but there were even two immortals in heaven, not to mention the monks of Jiejiao.

Yang Jian said seriously, "There has been a lot of movement on Jiulong Island recently. If I am not mistaken, the scout was killed by the demon king of the Four Saints of Jiulong Island."

Jiang Ziya thought for a few breaths, "Is Wang Mo good at the art of turning beans into soldiers?"

"kindness."

The scouts were just a test. Chaoge would never give up his life alone. The enemy would surely come in an overwhelming force when approaching the city.

Yang He seemed a little troubled as he probably only had one chance to play the permanent role.

Once a permanent character dies, the time required for resurrection will cause a disaster, so every step must be planned clearly.

"Since ancient times, those who are good at defense have never been defeated."

Ji Faming was obviously in his seventies or eighties, but he looked as vigorous as a young man. "Masters, please rest assured. The food and grass stored by the magic array in Xiqi is enough for the whole city to consume for more than ten years. The city walls are also built with solid earth and stone."

"Hou Xibo is wise and righteous."

Yang He was not as optimistic as Ji Fa. There was no rule that Chaoge had to attack the city in a fair and open manner. In the original work, even poisoning was allowed.

In essence, the key to victory or defeat is not Xiqi City, but the people of Xiqi.

Once all the people died, all the strategies of the Duke of Xibo would be in vain.

Jiang Ziya smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Baihe, how are these juniors of mine?"

Baihe Sanren's hair was messy, and he no longer had the Taoist demeanor he had before. "Master Jiang, please don't embarrass me. You are all disciples of immortals. I can't compare to you even if I practice hard for my entire life."

"What if I tell you that you all have the opportunity to join the Chan Sect?"

As soon as Jiang Ziya said this, before Baihe Sanren even opened his mouth, more than a dozen disciples were already interested. Who would be willing to be a casual cultivator if they could become disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals?

"rest assured."

Jiang Ziya continued, "You are only to refine the talismans in the city, and the third generation disciples of the Chan Sect will be responsible for facing the enemy head-on."

"Hey, okay."

Baihe Sanren could no longer refuse, as the consequence of refusing would be that all his disciples would disperse.

"Fellow Daoist Baihe, it just so happens that I am also good at drawing talismans. I will teach you a thing or two when I have time."

"Thank you, Master."

Jiang Ziya gained Ji Fa's trust, and the two began to discuss attack, defense and changing forms. Being of similar age, they seemed to have met each other too late.

Yang He called out to Nezha, and the black cat under his feet jumped out of the shadows.

Nezha was visibly happy, hugging the black cat and stroking its head, "Junior brother, it seems that you have not fallen behind in your cultivation over the years!"

"But you are still a little inferior to my brother."

Yang He felt warm in his heart when he saw Nezha. Both of them were transformed from Lingzhuzi, and were even closer than brothers.

Nezha has already reached the level of perfection in the state of concentration (killing ghost), which is one level higher than himself.

However, Yang He is confident that with the help of Lei Zhenzi, he can advance to the state of concentration, and with the blessing of Fa Tian Xiang Di, his magical powers will not be weaker than Nezha.

Nezha hummed complacently and glanced at Yang Jian with fear out of the corner of his eye.

In terms of cultivation, Yang Jian is the highest among the four, having reached the Hunyuan Realm. His Taoist inheritance is top-notch, and his strength ranks first.

Huang Tianhua is older and his cultivation is just entering the state of concentration.

Compared to the three little strong men whose talents are enough to overflow the screen, he is a little mediocre, but he has five or six weapons and treasures given by Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, so his strength should be similar.

Huang Tianhua kept looking at Nezha with a smile on his face.

"Hey!"

Nezha drew out his flaming spear, "Huang Tianhua, you seem to recognize me?"

"I recognize it."

"We met during the Nuwa Festival. My father is Huang Feihu."

Nezha curled his lips in disdain and focused his attention on the Jade Unicorn.

Yang Jian clasped his fists and said, "So he is the old general's son. As expected, a good father will have a good son."

Yang He realized that Huang Feihu was most likely in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han, otherwise he would not have allowed Huang Tianhua to help in the battle of Xiqi.

"Brother Nezha, where are your elder and second brothers?"

"He hasn't come yet. He said there's no rush."

Yang He immediately understood that Jinzha and Muzha must have rebelled against the Shang Dynasty. When the thirty-six armies attacked Xiqi, it was an emergency, and Jinzha and Muzha could lead the soldiers to cooperate from inside and outside.

It can be seen that Jiang Ziya was not just fishing, his soul was probably traveling to heaven to find a solution.

"Pooh!"

Nezha opened his mouth and spit out a lotus seed, which fell into the Nine Dragon Stream. "I almost forgot that my master asked me to throw the lotus seed of rebirth into the Nine Dragon Stream."

The lake water was boiling, and the negative energy from a hundred miles around gathered into Jiulong Gorge.

Jiang Ziya hurried to the shore and opened the rag package. Dozens of negative objects contributed to the accumulation of negative energy, and dark clouds were already covering the sky above his head.

Yang Jian said doubtfully: "The evil spirit has appeared, but it is accompanied by thunder. Uncle Jiang, are you sure that this evil spirit can be used by us?"

"Have."

Yang Jian nodded and could see that the evil spirit in the lake was connected to Ji Fa's aura.

At the same time, the corpse dragon was also absorbing the bursts of thunder in the air. If it could have two more generals, it would not matter if it reduced some of Xiqi's good deeds.

Jiang Ziya's eyes were like torches. "I am a generation older than you, so I won't be polite."

"Huang Tianhua!" "Here."

"You are responsible for training the Xiqi army, and strive to have a group of brave and powerful troops."

Huang Tianhua agreed and rode the Jade Unicorn into the military camp.

"Yang Jian."

"exist."

"You take Master Qingfeng and his three disciples with you to set up a magic array around the Xiqi city wall, mainly relying on the Sky Eye to find weak points."

Yang Jian quickly left Jiulongjian.

Jiang Ziya couldn't help but feel his temples swelling when he looked at Nezha, as the latter seemed to only know how to fight.

Yang He suggested: "There are mostly mountains and forests outside Xiqi City. Why not let Brother Nezha burn them down to avoid affecting the vision."

He doesn't care whether it is environmentally friendly or not. If it wasn't too much trouble, he would have moved mountains and filled rivers.

"Set fire to the mountain? Let me do it!"

Nezha's face was filled with excitement, and every pore in his body was spewing out fire.

Jiang Ziya said helplessly: "Don't hurt the common people, try to give the birds and beasts time to migrate, twenty... forty miles outside Xiqi."

"Hahaha."

Nezha's wind-fire wheel drew a scorching trail, forming karmic fire that fell like raindrops.

Jiang Ziya retracted his gaze, "Yang He, where are you?"

"I am not far from the state of concentration, so I will stay in Jiulongjian to protect Junior Brother Longxuhu."

"Alright."

Yang He sat cross-legged on the ground, and the cultivation of the three ghosts in his body improved simultaneously.

Jiang Ziya hesitated for a long time, and waited until Ji Fa and the others left before asking, "Martial Brother Yang, how do you think the Great Shang will attack Xiqi?"

"People."

"Unless we make no mistakes, there won't be a chance for close combat between soldiers."

Jiang Ziya remained silent. The dark clouds above his head were so thick that they blocked out the sunlight, and there was faint sound of fine thunder like silver snakes dancing wildly.

Yang He swallowed more than 30% of the Yin energy, and his soul unconsciously grew stronger.

The state of concentration not only makes the ghost realm reborn, but also makes the soul more stable, and it is even enough for the soul to leave the body and travel freely in mountains and rivers.

"go."

Jiang Ziya released eighteen formation flags, surrounding the lakeshore.

The pool was filled with evil spirits, at least 20,000 to 30,000 in number, all of them looking like giant corpses swollen in water.

Their faces are extremely similar, almost identical to Jifa's.

"Draw thunder!"

Jiang Ziya snorted coldly, and a weak thunderbolt fell in the center of Jiulong Gorge, instantly illuminating the empty suburbs and killing two or three evil spirits.

The evil spirits shared the corpses of their own kind, gradually adapting to the thunder.

The remaining thunder was absorbed by the corpse dragon.

Yang He raised his eyebrows. He could feel that he was receiving feedback from the corpse dragon. Golden light was floating in his Niwan Palace, and his soul was showing signs of a breakthrough.

He originally planned to play the role of the Third Prince and advance to the state of concentration.

Now it seems unnecessary, the two permanent characters have already been initially integrated, as long as the distance is close enough, they can even be controlled with some difficulty.

Boom boom boom.

Another series of thunder.

Water splashed everywhere, and thunder filled the air with strong electric charges.

The number of corpses floating on the water is increasing, which benefits the other evil spirits greatly. A huge vortex has formed in Jiulong Gorge.

The corpse dragon curled up at the bottom of the water, its scales and skin torn apart, growing new flesh and blood.

Jiang Ziya no longer came closer and used the Apricot Yellow Flag to reduce the damage caused by the leakage of thunder.

Yang He's entire body was charred black, but his Yang Fire was burning stronger and stronger. His soul was emitting a faint Yang Qi, and he was already close to the state of concentration.

The thunder rumbled in the sky and continued for seven days and seven nights in Jiulongjian.

Gradually, only one evil spirit was left, and its image became more and more like the Lei Zhenzi in Yang He's mind, with bluish-purple skin and cinnabar-like hair.

Different from ordinary evil spirits.

Lei Zhenzi was born with intelligence and discovered that a man and a dragon were fighting for the heavenly thunder.

He spread his wings of wind and thunder, wanting to rush into the thundercloud to bathe.

"return!!"

Yang He stared at Lei Zhenzi coldly, with the pupil ghost between his eyebrows hanging in front of him, and the surroundings were distorted because of drought and plague.

"Well."

Lei Zhenzi let out a mournful cry and stayed quietly on the lake.

Yang He took a deep breath, and the pupil ghost guided the heavenly thunders. The yang fire was strong, and the three ghosts simultaneously crossed the bottleneck of the fetal transformation realm.

Only a hollow skin remained of the corpse dragon's old body, and the Third Prince's true dragon bloodline was further advanced.

The Third Prince's true body turned into a ball of black and gray smoke surrounding Jiulong Gorge.

From time to time it turns into a dragon, and from time to time it turns into mist.

Yang He stopped attracting the heavenly thunder, and Lei Zhenzi went into the dark clouds to devour the heavenly thunder. His realm was also fixed at the initial stage of entering the state of concentration.

He didn't have time to check on the three ghosts, and his soul quietly entered the Niwan Palace of the Third Prince.

With a thought, the lake water evaporated instantly.

[Dragon Corpse]

[After the drought dragon corpse is transformed, it needs to be buried deep in the Yin meridians and Yang acupoints for a thousand years before it can take shape. After the incarnation, the Yin energy in the water is endless and can bring about drought. ]

(End of this chapter)