Mythology

Chapter 220 I am a treasure trove of self-production and self-sales

The cabinet was dead silent, with the reflections of ten heads reflected on the ground.

Everyone held their breath, even their breathing became cautious, and they noticed a figure slowly approaching in the wind and sand not far away.

Bian Qingfeng stood respectfully outside the cabinet, his Taoist robe soaked with sweat.

Anyone with a little background would have known the origin of the Pacification Envoy. His name was Zhang Yu, and he had more experience than any other official in the court, having served for more than two hundred years.

The life span of the Killing Ghost Realm (Concentrated Spirit) is generally three hundred years, but because of the symbiosis between humans and ghosts, very few of them live to the end of their lives.

The same goes for Zhang Yu. His life span is already exhausted at 200 years old.

If nothing unexpected happens, as the murderous ghost in his body backfires, he will lose his sanity little by little, and eventually become a demon and fall into the fifth level of hell forever.

Zhang Yu was unwilling to give in.

His behavior in recent years has become increasingly crazy. Not only has he tried various methods to prolong his life, he has even accommodated multiple evil ghosts to balance the killing ghosts. However, it is of no use and no one can escape turning into a ghost.

"Master Zhang, it's been a long time since we last met. You look the same as before..."

The figure walked out of the wind and sand, Bian Qingfeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his face was extremely pale.

"Qingfeng, how's it going?"

Zhang Yu's words were full of malice, and his terrifying appearance made the monks shudder.

He was hunchbacked and bloated, with seven heads, his skin was covered with abscesses, and blood was constantly flowing as he walked.

Bian Qingfeng recognized at a glance that there were seven ghosts in Zhang Yu's body.

By accommodating the evil spirit to prolong his life, he no longer has any characteristics of a living person from head to toe, and the three yang fires show a strange glow.

"Qingfeng, lead the way. I am in a good mood today and will not kill you."

Zhang Yu looked up at the sky. The head of the corpse boy was looming. Many heads were staring at the corpse boy, visualizing that his almost collapsed body was gradually relaxing.

“It really works!!!”

He had been reading the files on the Ten Absolute Formations, but very little information had been passed down in the past three thousand years. However, all of it indicated that the eleventh head was most likely from a true immortal.

True Immortals are seldom known in history. It seems that all paper records have been deleted or modified, and the names are concealed when they are occasionally mentioned.

"Corpse Taoist, it's definitely a Corpse Taoist!!!"

As an ancient immortal, the Corpse Taoist has never transformed into a ghost or god in the endless hell.

Zhang Yu suspected that the Taoist corpse was still alive, and the cabinet's head was the evidence. Otherwise, why would the Taoist aura he exuded be so lifelike?

"I must find the corpse Taoist. Only he can extend my life."

"A mere two hundred years. I haven't lived long enough!"

"Next, we will set up a magic array to attract some of the corpse Taoist's skin flakes, and with the help of more ghosts, we should be able to find the corpse Taoist's hiding place."

Zhang Yu's pupils were red, and he could no longer suppress the murderous desire.

"Qingfeng, is there anything unusual in the cabinet recently?"

Bian Qingfeng hesitated and said, "Master Zhang, I failed in my duty."

Zhang Yu's face turned ugly, and he soon realized that something was wrong with the cabinet. The yin energy was more chaotic than before and was gathering towards the center.

"Master Zhang, it was a constable who came to a small place for retreat, and he broke into your practice room. Master, you know that the practice room cannot be opened once someone is in it."

"Oh?"

To Bian Qingfeng's surprise, Zhang Yu showed a playful expression.

Zhang Yu released his spiritual sense to scan the cabinet and found that there was indeed a constable in the central training room. He was in his thirties or forties and had just broken through to the evil spirit realm.

The ghost-luring formation that he had prepared could cause the corpse boy to temporarily lose control of his mind.

Zhang Yu didn't need to intervene, the corpse boy's head would collide with Wenquxingjun, causing more or less injuries, and naturally he would get the dandruff.

The central training room is the core of the ghost-luring formation.

Zhang Yu calculated that, to be on the safe side, there must be a living person in the center of the formation, so that the chaos can be quelled after the corpse Taoist child's head is eaten.

"Hehe, you are a coincidence, but it is an honor to be eaten by an immortal."

Zhang Yu kept sneering, and Bian Qingfeng was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Yu asked, "Small place, where is it?"

"Jialiang Water Village."

Bian Qingfeng did not mention Yi Qidong, on the one hand because he was afraid of being blamed by Zhang Yu, and on the other hand, if Sun Qiqian really had a background, he would not have barely achieved the realm of a fierce ghost at the age of forty.

It must have been just a coincidence that Yi Qidong appreciated it.

A seat in the cabinet may seem precious, but it is insignificant to the pacification envoy.

"Don't worry too much. Qingfeng, help me draw the spiritual pattern of the magic circle. Use that training room as the boundary and cover 130 meters."

"it is good!"

A head on Zhang Yu's back opened its eyes and spit out a dozen talismans that were pasted on the doors and windows of the central practice room, completely sealing the room.

All the monks took shelter in advance and were outside the range of the ghost-luring formation.

They couldn't help but show complicated expressions, realizing that Sun Qi was most likely dead, and it would cost nothing for the pacification envoy to kill an ordinary constable.

Not to mention, you, Sun Qi, are asking for trouble.

.........

Sun Qi's face was filled with anxiety. He saw through the window that the ghost-luring formation was taking shape. After a while, complicated spiritual patterns appeared on the ground.

He knew that he had the support of the Corpse Immortal, but he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"The Immortal Master is in seclusion now. If he is affected..."

The corpse immortal seemed to be completely focused on his cultivation, paying no attention to the noise of the outside world, even though the surrounding yin energy had become extremely chaotic.

Sun Qi tried to contact the outside world through telepathy, but his consciousness was unable to leave the practice room.

He knocked on the door hard, but only got Bian Qingfeng's gloating sneer, "Sun Qi, right? Practice well in seclusion, maybe you can ascend to heaven in the ghost-luring formation." Bian Qingfeng moved closer to the window and looked at Sun Qi's resentful expression.

"If you were willing to pay a small price at the beginning, why would you regret falling to the point you are now? Hahaha, don't worry, Lord Zhang won't let you suffer for too long."

Sun Qi was stunned, and then he realized that Bian Qingfeng was unable to detect Yang He.

He felt relieved, as it turned out that he was worrying too much. How could an immortal who had lived for three thousand years be careless? Everything was under control.

"He's crazy. I'm afraid he's been scared silly."

Bian Qingfeng noticed that Sun Qi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing in and out Yin Qi, and he immediately looked down on him.

He turned around and planned to walk out of the ghost-luring formation. The key spiritual patterns of the next formation were no longer something that he, a person at the level of a fierce ghost, could handle.

boom.

Bian Qingfeng inexplicably felt a burning sensation in his body and soul, but when he looked back he found nothing unusual.

It’s just that the talismans on the doors and windows have a slightly faster effect.

The yang fire above Yang He's head crackled, and his yang life was consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye. Blood was oozing from his skin, and it had turned purple.

The blood vessels and meridians were gradually replaced by spiritual roots, outlining a mysterious Taoist rhythm within the body.

The progress of branching has increased dramatically, and the two spiritual roots have shown signs of fusion, and the colors of the intertwined spiritual roots are gradually becoming unified.

His life span was five hundred and twelve years.

The spiritual roots begin to replace the capillaries, and the body experiences a transcendental experience.

The state of concentration is the first step to becoming an immortal, the spiritual root is the immortal foundation connected to the way of heaven, and the ghost realm is the immortal palace based on the way of heaven, which will eventually bloom into the Taoist fruit called the Three Flowers.

Yang He's practice has always been perfect.

Perhaps throughout history, there has never been another person who has reached such a level, even the insignificant acupoints and capillaries have not been spared.

His life span was 427 years.

Yang He raised the corners of his mouth, his body seemed to turn into tree seeds, and dense Tao aura extended from his pores, occupying the entire practice room.

Sun Qi had unknowingly been immersed in the inhalation and exhalation of Yin Qi.

Yang He used the Dao Yun to bless Sun Qi again, and as a bystander, he obtained a part of the immortal body and one twentieth of the ghost body of the underworld.

The tiger ghost lurks meekly at the spine, giving the illusion that blood is thicker than water.

The mixed beast technique can only solve the trouble caused by the fight between two ghosts. The Netherworld Ghost Body completely solves Sun Qi's hidden dangers. He can even live to the end of his life easily because of his immortal body.

Of course, as the source of the ghost body of the underworld, Yang He can decide Sun Qi’s life or death with just a thought.

If Zhang Yu knew about this, he would probably vomit blood. The opportunity that he could not get was not worth mentioning in Yang He's eyes.

"Well."

Yang He restrained his breath, and the Tao rhyme returned to his body in an instant.

He successfully set foot in Changye, and had 341 years left to live. The elixir of immortality from the Immortal of the South Pole would save him at least seven or eight years of hard training.

It seems that it is not worthwhile to exchange a thousand years of life for only ten years.

But Yang He has a long lifespan and his rare talent in ancient and modern times will not encounter any difficulties before becoming an immortal. What he lacks is time for cultivation.

"The cultivation of growing leaves involves the internal organs. The so-called growing leaves refers to the spiritual roots stretching out, with the spine as the stem and the refined internal organs as the leaves."

Yang He checked the status of the three Yin instruments, and the copper coin sword appeared in his palm.

The copper coin sword has emerged from its cocoon, and its sword body is still made of copper coins tied with red ropes, but a pair of transparent wings have grown on both sides of the sword body.

Buzz~~

The copper coin sword moved around the house so fast that the pupil ghost couldn't catch it.

If Yang He did not have a keen vision, he would have only seen the copper coin sword flashing in the air.

Next is the tripod.

Yang He raised his eyebrows. In addition to its original short legs, the tripod actually grew six arms, which looked like a pirated version of the Three Heads and Six Arms.

"kindness?"

He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he discovered that the tripod had three eyes.

The tripod is clearly imitating itself. Its arms are somewhat useful, but its eyes are purely decorative, a kind of alternative transformation.

“Forget it, don’t show it in front of others in the future, otherwise they will definitely think that I am crazy and have refined the magic weapon into a shape like this.”

"pity."

Yang He glanced at the leather Taoist robe. The potential of the leather Taoist robe was slightly inferior. It digested hundreds of evil furs but was stuck in the fake Yin treasure.

He took out the exquisite pagoda and dismantled it into three layers.

"go."

The bottom layer of the exquisite pagoda fell into the tripod, the cover closed, the temperature inside the tripod rose, and a series of crackling noises were heard.

"Fortunately, the Linglong Pagoda is not a whole, otherwise it would be too difficult to refine it again."

A huge amount of Yin energy was infused into the tripod.

Yang He glanced outside and saw that the ghost-luring formation was more than 30% completed. Zhang Yu's level of formation skills was quite good and he would not keep him waiting for long.

"The Treasure Bone Mausoleum needs a master to command thousands of heads. I was hesitant before, but you helped me solve a problem."

"No leader can compare to the head of the corpse Taoist boy."

"In this way, Baoguling will be at your fingertips."

Yang He's thoughts were opened, "Baoguling is too suitable for me. I can take away the character's head and refine it after each story ends."

"It will become a treasure sooner or later!!!"

(End of this chapter)