Mythology

Chapter 211 Yang He, a trustworthy man
The visibility in Xiqi Ghost Realm dropped sharply, and the only sound that could be heard was from the top of the city wall. The atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

Jiang Ziya quickly commanded hundreds of soldiers to transport the evil spirit's corpse.

The soldiers piled up the corpses in the streets and alleys near the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and then dense blood vessels extended from the bottom of the Taoist temple.

The corpse soon became nutrients for the Taoist temple of flesh and blood.

The soldiers looked shocked and doubtful, not daring to look directly at the strange and inexplicable scene.

From the vague outlines in the thick fog, it can be seen that the size of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is still expanding. In a short period of time, it has exceeded fifteen meters, and the decoration of the building is becoming more and more exquisite.

Yang He paid attention to the battle situation while seizing this rare opportunity.

Since one can only visualize the Heavenly Dao once every hundred days, the Power Ghost is stuck in the initial stage of Concentration due to lack of spiritual roots. But the Pupil Ghost does not have this limitation, as the Guardian Heavenly God has the Plague Eye spiritual root in his body.

By absorbing the corpses of evil spirits, the progress of the Plague Eye Spirit Root was extremely smooth.

Yang He had a hunch that it wouldn't be long before he could break through to the level of spiritual evolution and reach the level of branch growth.

"Unfortunately, there is no way to increase the number of buildings in the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple."

Yang He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was the most bizarre role he had ever played, as it could grow indefinitely by eating.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to build a second Taoist temple.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, Wen Zhong quietly appeared outside the city gate, and the thunder gathered into an ocean, falling indiscriminately on the ground.

Wen Zhong raised his eyes, his face, which had experienced many years, was full of confusion.

He would rather die than give himself an answer as to why the Shang Dynasty could prosper and last for two or three thousand years despite its perverse actions.

"Wen Zhong!"

Jiang Ziya felt nervous and didn't dare to be negligent in any way.

He quickly cast a spell, and the Five-Way God drilled into the mouth and nose of a mouse in the corner.

The mouse struggled frantically while screaming, and in a moment it turned into a three-meter-tall monster. It lowered its head and let Jiang Ziya ride on it.

Its head is shaped like a unicorn, with horns, its hair is colorful like a phoenix, its body is as strong as a dragon, its back is like a turtle, but its abdomen has no turtle shell.

Jiang Ziya held the magic whip in his hand and the four-legged beast rushed towards Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong’s Yin Bao is also a long whip, wrapped with thunder.

He uttered an obscure spell, and bolts of lightning hit Jiang Ziya head-on, leaving the southern city wall riddled with holes.

thump.

The two men crossed each other and the southern city wall almost collapsed.

Jiang Ziya's face changed slightly and he hurriedly led Wen Zhong away.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, affecting a wide area, and countless evil spirits transformed from ghost soldiers were reduced to ashes in the thunder.

Even the present world has been affected.

At the same time, in the present world, the sky over Xiqi was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, but there was no sign of rain, and the concentration of yin energy in the city increased out of nowhere.

"hey-hey."

Shen Gongbao appeared on the official road, stroking his beard and sneering.

Due to the multiple possessions in a short period of time, the brain healed extremely slowly, and black tissue could be seen in the mostly shattered skull.

Shen Gongbao stared at Xiqi, waiting for the city to fall.

According to his plan, whether Wen Zhong was dead or alive, most of the people would be killed or injured.

The Shang Dynasty only needs to surround Xiqi and wait for the List of Gods to be filled. Why would a saint care who the common ruler of the world is in the mortal world?
Suddenly, screams of terror rang out throughout the city.

Shen Gongbao nodded with satisfaction. As expected, the exorcism formation temporarily set up by Jiang Ziya could not be flawless. It was only a matter of time before the formation collapsed.

However, a moment later, the scorching flames illuminated Xiqi City.

Nezha descended on his Wind-Fire Wheel and with a powerful stir of the Hun Tian Ling, all the evil spirits that had not yet solidified themselves were reduced to charcoal.

The bodies were thrown onto the altar in the center of the city.

"Gone... gone?" Shen Gongbao was stunned, looking at Nezha sitting cross-legged in the air bored.

The exorcism formation unexpectedly became stable, and even the thunderclouds seemed to have dissipated. In this way, Xiqi might be able to hold on.

Shen Gongbao's facial features were distorted and he kept muttering "impossible".

"Could it be that Jiang Ziya has a backup plan? He can prepare one in just two or three days."

Shen Gongbao hesitated for a long time, then took out a yin-yang mirror from his arms, looked at himself in the mirror, and turned into an ordinary person.

The shadow under his feet cracked and drilled into the ghost realm of Xiqi through the crack.

Not long after his death, the Xiqi ghost realm had changed drastically.

There are a lot of traces of flesh and blood on the walls on the ground, and the grass and trees are like blood vessels and meridians. The pavilions and towers that were originally reduced to ruins have been re-attached into a whole in the flesh and blood.

Even the southern city wall is slowly healing.

"Yang He!!"

Ever since coming into contact with Yang He, Shen Gongbao has suffered repeated setbacks, as if every step he takes has been calculated by the other party.

Shen Gongbao looked at the towering Taoist temple of flesh and blood, whose volume had expanded to twenty meters, like a giant heart.

The statures of the two guardian gods also grew, exceeding fifteen meters.

Shen Gongbao knew clearly that the execution of the body possession technique would have to wait until the head was completely healed. If he acted rashly at this moment, he would only bring about his own destruction.

His gaze turned and fell in the direction of the South City Gate.

Deng Jiugong and his daughter were leading their soldiers to hold on, and the defense line suffered heavy casualties. If Yang Jian had not occasionally provided support, the army would have been defeated long ago.

"Deng Jiugong, I will send you to the Conferred God List and reunite your family."

Shen Gongbao murmured in a low voice, with a hint of viciousness flashing between his brows.

He crawled into the shadow at the bottom of the south city wall and used all his Yin energy to control the shadow to fall. Suddenly, the city wall made a sound of being unable to bear the weight.

Many soldiers on the top of the city wall fell to the ground, causing dozens of evil spirits to break through the defense line.

The southern city wall is already showing signs of collapse.

Deng Jiugong glared at him, but he couldn't even hold his sword steadily. He pushed away Deng Chanyu who wanted to escort him away.

"Chanyu, lead the soldiers back to the city."

"Father, you..."

"We are not legitimate. If I don't die here, the Deng family will not even have a foothold in Xiqi in the future."

Deng Chanyu opened her mouth wide, but didn't know what to say.

"go!"

Part of the wall began to collapse, and the four generals of the Demon Family happened to entangle Yang Jian.

Deng Jiugong rushed into the group of evil spirits. He caught a glimpse of Deng Chanyu retreating safely, and felt relieved. But then an idea came to his mind.

"It would be nice if my daughter could find a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect as her husband."

He figured in his mind that the people who shined brightly were all disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals, especially Yang He. Although his methods were strange, it was heard that his Taoist incarnation was some kind of profound immortal method.

Even Jiang Ziya praised Yang He many times, saying that he was the most talented disciple among the three generations.

"Chanyu has already met Yang He, maybe..." Deng Jiugong couldn't help but have wild thoughts before he died, and most of the three yang fires were extinguished.

boom! ! !
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the whole city shook as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

Deng Jiugong looked up in astonishment. The Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple actually rose from the ground, like a giant mountain suspended in the air, supported by countless blood vessels.

The blood vessels on the surface of the Taoist temple were pulsating violently, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

"He...he is a human?!!"

(End of this chapter)