Mythology

Chapter 201: Beating Up
Jiulongjian has changed beyond all recognition, with thick smoke and dust covering the mountains and forests. The lush vegetation of the past is gone, leaving only a barren land.

Even the lake disappeared, replaced by a bottomless pit, from which low mutterings could be heard from time to time.

You can vaguely see that a huge object is constantly lifting up the soil.

"Impossible, there is no way he can escape from Jiulong Gorge!!"

It was obvious that there was something wrong with Yang Sen's intelligence. When he breathed through his mouth and nose, burrs like cotton wool floated in the mountain breeze.

He knew that the situation of the three brothers was not optimistic.

Huang Tianhua caused quite a stir, and it is very likely that Li Xingba has fallen into a disadvantage, and it is impossible for Yang Jian and Nezha to kill him in a short period of time.

If the stalemate continues, the Four Saints of Jiulong Island will all die in Xiqi.

Yang Sen believed that Yang He was the only breakthrough point, but he was unable to use his strength, and the impatience in his mind was affecting his mood.

"As cowardly as mice, all the Chan sect monks are a bunch of rats!!"

"You only know how to hide in a cave, corpse Taoist, what's the difference between you and a rat? If you have the guts, come out and face me!"

Yang Sen gritted his teeth, and his body made of mist was covered with thorns.

His head is somewhat similar to that of a Suanni, and his limbs are constantly changing. The ghost realm is making Yang Sen become a real evil spirit.

"Yang Sen."

When Yang Sen heard the call from the shore, he stopped what he was doing.

He slowly climbed out of the deep pit, and saw Yang He standing not far away, with a drought dragon wrapped around his arm and a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Meow~~

The black cat squatted quietly beside Yang He's feet, combing its fur out of boredom.

"Master Corpse, it seems that I, Yang Sen, have not treated you well enough, otherwise why would you be so reluctant to show up?"

Yang Sen's expression was ferocious, and the fog in the ghost realm was getting thicker and thicker.

Soon it became pitch dark.

He did not rush to attack, but instead remained calm when facing Yang He.

Logically speaking, as long as Yang He continues to hide in the dark, it won’t be long before the Four Saints of Kowloon Island are defeated one by one.

But Yang He chose to take the risk?
"Corpse Taoist, if you don't die, my three brothers will have to die."

"Yang Sen, I'm very curious. It's obviously your own ghost realm that trapped you. Why do you think you can escape unscathed after I die?"

Yang Sen had completely blended into the thick fog, but he couldn't help but hesitate because of Yang He's words.

"Yang Sen, is there a possibility that no matter whether the four of you succeed or not, you will not be able to leave Xiqi alive?"

Yang Sen's mood became uncertain and his breathing became heavy.

Yang He shook his head. The purpose of the Investiture of the Gods was to confer titles to immortals and gods. The Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island were just chess pieces and had no awareness of being chess pieces at all.

Roar! !

Yang Sen was quite angry and embarrassed, and arms extended from all directions.

Yang He stood still, controlling the drought dragon to spit out poison. In an instant, most of the thick fog within a hundred meters around him dissipated, and Yang Sen's arm had withered and broken before he could get close.

"Corpse Taoist, I thought you had great magical powers, but it turns out you are just playing with poison and other unorthodox methods."

Yang Sen let all his limbs fall off, and then the evil energy of the ghost realm surged.

puff.

Some thick arms grew back, and the hair turned purple.

Yang He could feel that the power of the drought plague had greatly decreased. Yang Sen had already adapted to the poison and his injuries were completely healed in just half a breath. The insect eggs in his body had all turned into nutrients.

In the thick fog, a shadow as long as seven or eight meters covered the shore.

Yang Sen had lost most of his limbs, bone spurs appeared in his joints, and he had even begun to inhale and exhale the drought plague poison.

"Master Corpse, if you were outside the Suanni ghost domain, you might be able to fight."

"Unfortunately, as long as I am in the ghost realm, I will be immortal."

Yang He raised his lips, "What a coincidence. I am also immortal. Why don't we compete to see who is the most difficult to die?"

Yang Sen didn't think Yang He could pose a threat to him, but he still took a half step back.

He disappeared in the thick fog.

Whoosh whoosh.

The sharp fangs and teeth shot out like sharp arrows, each one pointing directly at Yang He's vital points.

Yang He swung the drought dragon with force, and the Third Prince turned into forty or fifty meters. The huge dragon body blocked the sharp teeth and swept across the Nine Dragon Gorge in an instant.

Yang Sen clasped his arms together, but all the bones in his body still broke.

As a result, after the injuries healed, the scales and bones became thicker, able to withstand heavy blows, and the volume expanded again.

Yang He noticed that the mist was a little thinner, which meant that Yang Sen's adaptability had a limit.

boom.

The ground is sunken.

Yang Sen approached within ten meters and grew eight hideous insect legs to support his body.

With just one punch, the dragon horn of the Third Prince was broken.

Yang He controlled the copper coin sword and pierced Yang Sen's chest to prevent the Third Prince from being seriously injured.

Yang Sen shook his head, and the scales became more densely arranged, so that the copper coin sword could no longer penetrate the smooth surface of the scales.

"Hahaha, Corpse Taoist, do you have any other tricks?"

"Poison won't work, and your physical strength can't be compared to mine, and I'm far from reaching my limit under the influence of my great magical power!!"

Yang Sen opened his mouth and retched, spitting out countless insect eggs intact.

The structure of his internal organs became able to resist the infestation of eye worms, and the hot blood prevented the eggs from hatching, but the mist had also been consumed by more than half.

What made Yang Sen a little hesitant was that Yang He showed no fear from beginning to end.

Could it be that it was just... a test before?
Suddenly, he saw Yang He slowly taking a step towards him, with large shadows cast from the black cat under his feet. Yang Sen's vision was blocked, and then dozens of eyeballs grew on his forehead.

"Where is the corpse Taoist?"

Yang He disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, a huge monster suddenly fell to the ground beside Yang Sen.

Smoke and dust rose up, and most of the deep pit in Jiulongjian collapsed.

"Jiulongjian and Jiulong Island are perfect for burying your body."

Yang Sen reluctantly turned his back towards the giant creature. His spine grew into a thick bone armor that could not be broken by people of the same realm...

The bone armor suddenly felt a sharp pain without any warning.

The huge monster, about eleven or twelve meters tall, grabbed Yang Sen's head.

The other fists slammed into the bone armor, blood seeped out from the cracks. The series of attacks made Yang Sen stunned in disbelief.

boom.

The bones were shattered into pieces and Yang Sen's spine was broken 90 degrees on the spot.

I don’t know how many bones were broken and how many internal organs were squeezed together.

Yang Sen's skull became soft, and he forcibly broke free from Yang He's restraints. His body flew backwards with the help of inertia and fell heavily to the ground.

It slid for a hundred meters before stopping.

Only at this moment did Yang Sen see Yang He's true face.

His face was as blue as indigo, his hair was like cinnabar, his fangs were exposed, he looked hideous and ferocious, and he had an extra eye on his forehead with endless spiritual patterns flashing on it.

Its body is tall, with three heads standing side by side. The middle one is a corpse-like immortal, as if transcending life and death; the left and right sides are ordinary mortals, but one is sad and the other is happy, reflecting the various aspects of human life.

The six arms are arranged in sequence from the waist to the top of the head.

It’s as if the power of heaven and earth is concentrated in one body.

"Three heads and six arms, the laws of heaven and earth..."

Yang He came to a little over 20 meters away, and the blood vessels and meridians in his body burst. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and roots of nothingness grew behind the corpse fairy's head.

The roots are connected to the Big Sun Ghost Realm, forming a faint sun in the sky.

Yang Sen shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then his blood turned into gas, forcibly reducing the erosion from the Big Sun Ghost Domain.

Only 20% of the fog remains.

not enough!
There is no way I can adapt to the magical powers of the corpse Taoist! !

"Yang Sen, my magical powers are not a secret in Chaoge. Could it be that... Shen Gongbao or Bigan didn't explain it to you clearly?"

Yang Sen's face changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and black bone armor covered his entire body.

He tried to stand up clumsily, but Yang He had already come in front of him, and he couldn't even look directly at him. The Great Sun Ghost Domain was too dazzling.

There are disadvantages in every aspect, how can we adapt in time!

Yang He pinched Yang Sen's neck, and his neck suddenly contracted, but an incomparable force came, and even half of his spine was pulled out.

"Yang Sen, if I had known that your great magical power was so suitable for my taste, there would be no need to deal with Li Xingba first. Wouldn't it be easier to just kill you directly?"

Yang He grabbed his neck and pounded the ground wildly, while his other arms also moved left and right.

In terms of strength, Yang Sen is definitely superior to Li Xingba.

But Yang Sen could not compare to Li Xingba in terms of the amount of trouble he could cause to Yang He.

Yang He's three heads and six arms and his ability to control the heavens and the earth represent that his physical strength is superior to those at the same level. It is completely unrealistic for Yang Sen to adapt to this.

If the gap between top methods can be easily narrowed, why should everyone pursue becoming a saint's disciple?

The only flaw in his physical body was that he was a little weak in his normal state, and he lacked a body-refining method similar to the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
Yang He’s violent beating lasted for an unknown amount of time until there was no more mist in the ghost realm and Yang Sen was already a bloody mess.

The bone and armor fragments were mixed with a fishy smell, and the soil had already turned blood red.

Yang He felt relieved. All the deep feeling of powerlessness he had felt in the face of the way of heaven was vented out through Yang Sen.

Without waiting for him to search for valuable resources among the wreckage.

Gray and black smoke was drifting from it.

"A wandering soul?"

Yang He did not dare to be negligent, fearing that if the roots of the problem were not eradicated, there would be endless trouble.

As a result, just when he was about to defeat Yang Sen's remaining soul, an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart, and his spiritual vision unconsciously soared by nearly two hundred points.

"It's the saints who are watching. Damn it, the Conferred God List is gathering the remaining souls."

The List of Gods requires 365 immortals and gods, so the Four Saints of Jiulong Island are naturally on the list.

Not only the Four Saints of Jiulong Island, but any mortal who died in the war between Shang and Zhou, their remaining souls will become part of the List of Gods.

List of gods?
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is pretty good!!

Yang He did not risk provoking the saint to stop him. Being on the list is not a good thing, and everyone will eventually become ghosts and gods in the future.

After Yang Sen's death, the ghost realm in Jiulongjian gradually dissipated.

Yang He noticed that there was a continuous bloody rain falling outside, the temperature dropped sharply to zero degrees, and a layer of frost formed on the bare ground.

He looked at Xiqi City from afar. Dark clouds were hanging low and blood was raining down.

In the hazy rain, four huge heads were hanging high on the city wall, with hideous faces and empty eyes. They were the heads of the four generals of the Mo family.

However, what made Yang He even more horrified was that the headless bodies of the four generals of the Mo family were actually moving slowly through the streets and alleys.

Their steps were heavy, accompanied by slight tremors in the ground.

Yang He looked surprised.

There is actually... not a single living person in Xiqi City?
(End of this chapter)