Mythology

Chapter 221: Middle-level Yin Treasure [Treasure Bone Tomb]

The tripod expanded to half a meter, and soon the bottom layer of the exquisite pagoda began to dissolve, and suddenly the screams of countless dead souls were heard from inside.

When the golden color on the surface of the tower faded, what was revealed were piles of white bones.

Yang He had anticipated that the Buddhist karmic fire was the result of countless distracting thoughts, not to mention the exquisite pagoda refined by the Taoist Master Ran Deng. He estimated that the materials used were enough to amount to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Buddhism has not yet spread, where do the supplies come from?"

The tripod shook violently, but there was no explosion.

Although both are lower-grade spiritual treasures, the quality of the tripod is slightly higher than that of the copper coin sword. The spirituality it contains alone is extremely rare.

"continue."

When Yang He saw the bottom layer liquefy, he put the second layer into the tripod.

As soon as the cover was opened, countless skeletons emerged, and those bony hands desperately clung to the wall of the tripod, trying to escape.

Sun Qi had just woken up and his scalp started tingling.

If he didn't know that the corpse immortal had lived in Peibai City for a long time but had never harmed any mortals, he would probably have mistaken it as a blood sacrifice in the town to refine weapons.

Yang He nodded with satisfaction. The tripod was more sturdy and durable than he had imagined. He simply threw the remaining tower top into the tripod.

There were gusts of cold wind and ghosts howling in the narrow house.

The ghost-luring formation from the outside world has been mostly completed. Except for outside the central training room, several strange and inexplicable figures can be seen in the other houses. They are all evil spirits created by the influence of the formation.

Zhang Yu looked excited, as he had been preparing for this for many years.

"It's all worth it."

He stared at the sky. The head of the corpse boy would disappear in half a day, but it should be in time to set up the ghost-luring formation. He didn't want to wait any longer.

"Qingfeng, I see you've been feeling uneasy, what's the matter?"

"No...no."

Bian Qingfeng said with a wry smile that for some reason the burning of his body and soul not only did not stop, but became more intense as time passed.

Burning?

Where does the burning come from? Why does it feel like the yang fire is too strong?

Bian Qingfeng gave up the idea. Unless there was an immortal in the house, it was impossible for him to be hurt by the wall. It must be a whim. After all, Lord Zhang promised to help me revive four times.

As the ghost-luring formation became more and more perfect, the corpse boy's mind became restless.

The other monks hid in the practice room and dared not look directly. Bian Qingfeng also retreated several hundred meters away and heard Zhang Yu's crazy muttering to himself.

"If I have another twenty years of life, I will definitely be promoted to Hun Yuan."

"I have no shortage of talent or resources, the only thing I lack is a long life!"

“I hate it!!”

As they were talking, the ghost-luring formation began to gradually take effect.

A layer of fine moss emerged from the ground, and the pervasive stench was extremely pungent, but it was an irresistible smell for evil spirits.

Click click click.

The corpse boy's upper and lower jaws opened and closed, and his pupils focused.

His eyes were still cloudy, but he had instinctively developed an appetite, and his head was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the oppressive feeling it brought was as real as substance.

At the same time, Wenquxingjun was not indifferent, as there were spots of corpses spreading on the ground.

Zhang Yu couldn't wait to get closer, and watched the corpse boy's head rushing towards the magic circle. He was so nervous that he couldn't help but dry heave a few times, and barely activated the magic that the Grand Secretary Chaoting had arranged in the cabinet.

A crack of four or five meters spread out, and a giant hand appeared underground with its five fingers spread out.

It was like the clairvoyance of Jiazi Tai Sui flashing by.

"It's done!!"

Zhang Yu ignored the ghosts in his body that were attacking him, and quickly used a magic weapon to pull out the dandruff. The Tongtian Eye disappeared in a moment.

He picked up a piece of skin flakes, and the aura of Tao emerged inside and outside.

The corpse boy's head was unconscious and he greedily ate the Yin objects that were used to form the formation. His injuries were healed in just a few breaths. His unsatisfied appetite gave rise to endless malice.

Roar! ! !
Zhang Yu was not in a hurry, and the ghost-luring formation worked again.

The corpse Taoist child swallowed the house with one gulp, and then crawled on the spot, as if savoring the taste of flesh and blood, which made people around shudder.

Zhang Yu hurriedly divided the dandruff into six portions and fed them to the head on the back one by one.

The six extra evil ghosts he accommodated were all good at tracing their origins, and with the help of a few special Yin instruments, as long as the place where the corpse Taoist was dormant was in the fifth level of hell...

"kindness?"

Zhang Yu stood there in a daze, looking full of disbelief.

It was an incredible thing like Ye Gong's love for dragons.

"Master Zhang, you said that you would help me revive four times after the matter is completed."

Bian Qingfeng noticed that Zhang Yu's breath was not right, and quickly added: "If it is not convenient for Master Zhang, there is no rush for the fourth resuscitation. I can wait until you prolong your life."

"Bian Qingfeng, who is... in the house?"

"Sir Zhang, this is Sun Qi from Jialiang Water Village, just an ordinary constable."

"I'll ask you one last time, who's in there?"

Zhang Yucai noticed that Bian Qingfeng's body and soul had a weak aura, which was clearly caused by seeing something he shouldn't have seen. An ordinary constable?
Damn, why would the dandruff point out that the other party is closely related to the corpse Taoist? ! !

He no longer dared to believe it, but the facts were already before him, and the immortal he had been thinking about seemed to be right under his nose.

The corpse boy's head remained motionless, and the hostility on his face slowly disappeared.

"Master Zhang, your subordinates..."

boom.

After a dull thud, Bian Qingfeng's headless body fell heavily.

Zhang Yu staggered towards the central training room, his mind full of mixed thoughts, and it seemed as if he had used up all his strength after just a few steps.

When he came to the head of the corpse boy, he found that the house was indeed not damaged at all.

Heat waves rolled. "Corpse... Taoist priest, it must be a corpse Taoist priest!!"

Zhang Yu moved closer like a madman, and the scene he saw made him guess with certainty.

There were two people in the house, or to be more precise, two people and a cat.

Sun Qi stood respectfully in the corner.

Zhang Yu was shocked. According to Bian Qingfeng, Sun Qi was just an ordinary constable from a small place, but now he has become an immortal.

He saw the snake-tailed tiger snake crawling inside Sun Qi's body, which was obviously the fusion of two ghosts.

His body and soul are in harmony with the Tao, and the legendary immortal body has begun to take shape. The future of this middle-aged successful constable will definitely not be simple.

Another man had his back to the window, holding a tripod in his palm.

There seemed to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood hidden inside the cauldron, and a terrifying pressure was exerted on this small area.

See the fairy!!
I'm seeing a fairy!!!

After twenty years of searching for the immortal, he is about to end up in hell.

Is it worth it?

worth! ! !

Zhang Yu burst into tears and knelt on the ground helplessly. It didn't matter even if he died the next moment. Seeing the immortal was enough for him.

Buzz~~

The tripod opened and the bone pagoda hung in the air.

The tower has thirteen floors, which symbolizes perfection and is the highest standard of the Baogu Mausoleum.

The appearance is slightly different, and unless one is a cultivator who also possesses the Treasure Bone Tomb, one would have no idea that this item is related to the Zishi Sect.

The aura of Baoguling no longer exists. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a low-grade vaginal weapon, and the lowest-grade one at that.

However, Yang He knew how terrifying the potential of Baoguling was.

No matter how outstanding the materials used are, and how ingenious the refining level is, it will still be a blank slate when it is first formed, and it all depends on refining the skull to improve.

"Photography."

Yang He's mind moved, and the corpse boy's head began to tremble slightly.

Only then did Zhang Yu see Yang He's appearance clearly. Because he had put away his Taoist robe, his facial features were fully exposed. He was indeed 30% similar to the legendary Taoist corpse.

In terms of immortal body aura, Yang He’s head is more vast and boundless than the corpse Taoist boy’s.

The precious bone tomb is suspended in the air.

The corpse Taoist child's head opened its mouth, and thousands of heads were immersed in the genitals.

The Baogu Mausoleum was radiant with light, and in just a few breaths it climbed up from the lower yin organs all the way up, and a large number of decorations similar to white bones appeared on the tower.

The muscles in Yang He’s right arm bulged, and Bao Gu Ling absorbed the Yin Qi crazily.

Baoguling has arrived at the lower Yinbao.

He stared at the corpse boy's head with interest. The latter did not resist at all, and disappeared into the Baogu Mausoleum like a young swallow returning to its nest.

The Baogu Mausoleum is a seamless whole, and then a human head pearl appears on the top of the tower.

Looking closely, it was the corpse Taoist boy.

【Baogu Mausoleum】

[Yang He refined the middle-level Yin treasure, which was integrated with 8,432 heads, and also had a corpse-reincarnated immortal body as the main head. Anything that falls into the Treasure Bone Mausoleum will have its head chopped off in a moment, and can be used as a cave-heaven item for the law-making of the Taoist temple.]

The introduction of Baoguling is plain and simple, but after being promoted to a treasure, it might be like the purple gold gourd of Taishang Laojun in Journey to the West.

“The treasure bone mausoleum can actually be transformed into a cave residence for the Taoist temple.”

No one stipulates that there must be only one cave in the Taoist temple. Although Yang Hecheng did not think of recruiting many disciples after he became an immortal, he could already foresee that the Taoist temple must be a vast small world.

Yang He's eyes fell on Zhang Yu who was dying in front of the door.

"Immortal...Immortal, please...see the old Taoist."

Yang He turned around and asked, "Sun Qi, what do you think of this person?"

"don't know."

Sun Qi touched his forehead and saw that Zhang Yu’s extra six heads were gradually swelling, and the physical features of a living person were almost invisible.

He couldn't bear it and said, "He should be an old man who is devoted to Taoism, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yu's eyes showed unwillingness. He used his hands and feet to crawl towards Yang He step by step, and tried his best to suppress the murderous ghost with his consciousness.

"Zhang Yu, what do you want?"

Yang He's voice echoed in Zhang Yu's ears.

Zhang Yu was in a trance and a kaleidoscope of thoughts flashed before his eyes, recalling the memory of his first encounter with cultivation. His master had asked the same question at that time.

"Immortals are mountain people. In ancient times, all immortals practiced in Taoist temples."

"Now that the path to immortality is cut off, you are no longer a human being if you give up everything. How can you talk about immortality? Zhang Yu, you have to think about what you want."

Zhang Yu was determined and said firmly: "Immortal, I want to see whether it is a ghost or an immortal after the body and soul are completely abandoned."

"As long as the immortal is willing to give me a glimmer of hope, I will serve the immortal forever, even if I am cut into pieces a thousand times!"

Yang He smiled without saying anything. The treasure bone tower drilled into Zhang Yu's body. The extra six ghosts were directly imprisoned in his tower. The heads of the six ghosts became part of the treasure bone tower, and the rest were preserved in the bottom layer.

Zhang Yu screamed miserably and was about to turn into pure evil.

Yang He did not grant him an immortal body, and a drop of blood from his fingertips fell into his mouth.

The remaining power of the elixir rekindled Zhang Yu's yang fire. It did not extend his life, but it allowed his body and soul to last for about ten years.

"You are different from others. You have been stuck in a bottleneck for many years without making any progress. Even if you were given an immortal body, it would be difficult for you to advance to the Primordial Realm (Yin Shen Gui). You have to overcome this difficulty on your own."

Zhang Yu regained consciousness, kowtowed to Yang Helian, and then quickly left the cabinet.

Yang He watched Zhang Yu leave, and the insect eggs attached to the latter's soul.

"Since my retreat is almost over, it's time to go to Jiulong Island and see the world."

(End of this chapter)