Mythology

Chapter 229: Taking Away the Immortal's Dojo

The teahouse was brightly lit, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

Two or three hundred temporary workers were crowded around a long table. In front of them were a large number of broken pottery pieces picked up during the day, which were as white as bones.

In the center is a complete pottery jar.

"Hee hee hee."

A strange laugh came from the pottery jar, and a pungent stench was emitted.

"The employer said that it is up to me who will become a permanent worker."

"The employer says you must hand over eighteen tea cans tonight."

"My employer said I could become a tea plantation manager."

The narrow, withered fingers gently stroked the edge of the pottery jar, bringing an indescribable feeling of oppression to the temporary workers, who dared not even make a sound when breathing.

The temporary workers tried their best to piece together the broken pieces of pottery, even using their blood to glue them together.

The monk from the Chan sect was sweating profusely and looked up at the pottery jar from time to time. Although his memory had been restored, his flesh, blood, and bones were covered with tea dregs, and the Yin energy he could mobilize was only 20% to 30% of the original.

They couldn't imagine how terrible the employer mentioned by Tao Weng Man was.

but……

Staying in the tea garden would mean certain death.

According to the information obtained, the tea garden recruits a group of temporary workers every three days, and more than 90% of the existing temporary workers have disappeared inexplicably.

pat.

A crisp sound was heard, and a temporary worker accidentally dropped some broken pottery.

He was so frightened that he was shaking all over. The bottom that he had finally pieced together was torn into pieces, and then he tried to put it together again in horror.

"Brother Zhuzi, I didn't mean it, boss, please don't..."

The words are not finished yet.

The pottery urn man suddenly shouted loudly, "Zhou Sanshi, it's time for tea~~"

Zhou Sanshi opened his mouth wide, and tea leaked out of his mouth and nose uncontrollably. In a short moment, he looked like a giant corpse.

"Now that you have drunk the tea soup, Zhou Sanshi, it is time to enter the urn~~"

“The new teapot is ready~~”

Click click click.

Zhou Sanshi's flesh, blood and bones collapsed, and he opened his mouth to swallow broken pottery.

Broken pottery pieces are embedded in the surface of the skin, and the missing parts are replaced by bones. The whole person is continuously compressed in a very short period of time.

The temporary workers, including the monks of the Chan sect, watched the whole process with tingling scalps.

Zhou Sanshi has become a teapot full of cracks, with blood oozing from the cracks, and faint wails can be heard coming from inside.

"There are seventeen more."

The temporary workers did not dare to delay any longer and continued to piece together the broken pottery pieces.

The monks of the Chan sect all slowed down at the same time. Their bodies were already filled with tea dregs, and they might only have one chance left.

Once you make a move, the Yin energy will be completely consumed.

"Qian Gu, have some tea~~"

The pottery urn man stared at another temporary worker, and his heavy breathing made him look extremely excited.

The monks of the Chan sect looked at each other, then stood up in unison.

"kill!"

They all housed flaming ghosts who were well versed in fire magic, and the moment they used their Yin Qi, the gushing flames actually formed a line.

The flames exploded, but turned into green smoke the moment they touched the pottery jar.

Then, blood splattered all over the bodies of the Chan sect monks. The wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and there were tea tree roots covered with mold extending from them.

They took several steps back and were in a dilemma for a moment.

"The employer said that once you enter the park, you will all become tea cans."

Half of the head stuck out of the pottery jar, and the humanoid monster with skin covered with broken pottery pieces was peeking at the outside world. He should have been a middle-aged man when he was alive.

at this time.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and the ground shook slightly. It was obvious that such a noise would only be caused by alarming his employer.

The man in the pottery jar explained in a panic: "Everything is going well, employer, they will never be a match for me, never..."

The broken pottery pieces that originally covered the table disappeared without any warning.

next moment.

A figure blocked the moonlight coming in from the window. A short beggar stood nearby, covering his mouth and pointing at the pottery man, "Uncle."

"Uncle, you...how did you become like this?"

A Ruan recognized the original identity of the man in the pottery jar at a glance, and the pity in his eyes deeply stimulated the latter.

The pottery jar man twisted his body as he crawled out, and the sound of the broken pottery pieces rubbing against each other was extremely harsh.

"My employer has promised me that I will be able to become a manager in no time!"

"Aruan, if you want, you can stay in the tea garden as a farmhand. Otherwise, how will you survive in the Ten Absolute Formation alone?"

A Ruan didn't reply, tears just kept flowing.

Yang He did not give the man in the pottery jar a chance to continue speaking. The moment the black cat swallowed A Ruan, his right arm turned into a dragon and attacked with a tremendous amount of negative energy.

The giant dragon head roared and smashed through the wall of the teahouse.

After the laborers reacted, they rushed to the foot of the mountain, even though they were dizzy from the earthquake.

The monk of the Chan sect seemed a little hesitant. Which disciple of the Chan sect was the visitor?

Transformed into a dragon? Could it be the true teaching of Master Huanglong?

"Brother, there is another employer in the tea garden that we must guard against. We will help you set up the formation first, and then find an opportunity to kill the evil spirit in the pottery jar together!!"

Yang He said nothing, but opened his eyes vertically between his brows.

boom!
The man in the pottery jar spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked flying by Yang He's dragon head.

The walls of the teahouse were shattered into pieces, and a deep pit was smashed into the ground. The man in the pottery jar had a sunken forehead and severe pain spread throughout his body.

"happy!!!"

The corner of Yang He's mouth curled up. Even though his cultivation in the state of concentration was borrowed from the Taoist temple of flesh and blood, he had not been so unreserved for a long time.

He spat and leaped up, and in the blink of an eye he had three heads and six arms.

The Pottery Jar Man felt a horrible threat. Black pulp oozed from his shattered frontal bone, and the broken pottery fragments embedded in his flesh fluttered like a swarm of locusts.

"Why didn't you listen to me? You can practice immortal arts by staying in the tea garden. Look at my appearance. It's not something that ordinary people can possess. I'm already immortal, so even if..."

Bang. Yang He had come within half a meter, and his six arms were gathering strength at the same time.

Six strange dragons penetrated into the chest and abdomen of the man in the pottery jar at the same time, bringing with them a large number of eye worms. In the blink of an eye, they began to devour every inch of his flesh.

"Ah ah ah..."

The man in the pottery jar was in great pain, but his expression was still arrogant.

"I'm already immortal!!"

"Immortality?" Yang He grinned and tore open the spine of the pottery man. The bones pulled out looked like roots. "It's just a puppet of the tea garden!"

An incomparable force was transmitted from Yang He's hands.

When had the monks of the Chan sect ever seen such a brutal fellow? Yang He grabbed the pottery jar man's head and smashed it until he was dead.

The earthquake intensified and twenty-three tea tree roots as thick as water jars broke through the ground.

The so-called employer of the Taoweng people is the tea tree buried deep in the mountains. It is an evil spirit derived from the Ten Absolute Formations and is only in its infancy.

"Quickly form the Three Talents Formation!"

Just as the monk from the Chan sect was about to make finger gestures, the hot energy and blood interrupted his spellcasting.

They watched helplessly as Yang He's body expanded from the size of an ordinary person to over ten meters in a few breaths. The ghost domain spread out, the sun was in the sky, and countless limbs grew out of his roots.

"Walk!!"

Now everyone knows Yang He’s identity.

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

He is the most outstanding disciple among the three generations of disciples of the Chan sect.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Yang He continued to tear at the roots, causing the mountains to collapse. A faint fluorescent light emanated from the inside, and a salty and fishy stench was mixed with the strange smell of rotting protein.

The giant brain tissue is exposed, looking like the moon under the fluorescent light.

"Well."

Yang He's cerebral cortex began to itch, as if a bud was about to burst out. It was all thanks to his spiritual roots that he was able to prevent the erosion of the tea garden from getting worse.

"This thing is a larva! It's fucking outrageous!!"

"Once it takes shape, it will definitely be a threat to the immortals!!!"

Yang He's pupils were red, and his six arms were tearing at the roots like a violent storm, and then putting them into the mustard seed space regardless of anything, getting closer and closer to the brain tissue underground.

The spiritual roots have been severely damaged, and the erosion of the tea dregs has begun to take over.

Sudden.

The folds of the brain stretched out and the whole thing became incredibly smooth.

"kindness?"

Yang He felt a chill down his spine, realizing that Cha Yuan had been asleep the entire time and was only now beginning to regain consciousness.

Whoosh.

His three arms turned into dragons, spanning a hundred meters to grab the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

"Starve the timid to death and starve the bold to death!"

Yang He pulled out his other arms, and the roots and part of the brain tissue fell into his palms, then he retreated towards the direction of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple without hesitation.

Roar! ! !
The entire mountain bulged and convulsed, and the brain beneath the ground burst into dazzling purple light.

Yang He looked back and saw his horrifying image of himself being torn into pieces by the roots of the tea tree reflected on the mirror-smooth surface of his brain membrane!

Hiss.

Yang He's lower body was shattered into pieces, but he couldn't help laughing.

“Making a killing!”

[The remains of Yao Tianjun’s Niwan Palace]

[Originally, it was part of the Niwan Palace of Yao Bin, the Ten Heavenly Lords. It contains some fragments of the Dao field and is a good material for refining Yin treasures and elixirs.]

"Daoyou, take the seal!"

The monks of the Chan sect formed a formation, blood spurted from all seven orifices, and they used the tortoise shell Yin treasure to block the attack.

The aftermath alone almost killed them.

Cracks appeared on the ground.

Yang He fell into the carriage with the seriously injured monk of the Chan sect. As for those temporary workers, perhaps because they saw the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple too horrifying, they missed their only way to survive and fell into the crack.

The wheels rolled, and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple twisted and turned and rushed into the tunnel.

.........

Outside the array.

The Ten Heavenly Lords stood at the edge with their eyes closed to rest. More than 40% of their bodies and souls had been integrated into the magic circle, and the strange purple light became more and more intense.

"Eh? No!"

Qin Tianjun regained consciousness and noticed that Yao Tianjun was holding his head in pain. After rolling around for a few times, blood was coming out of all his orifices and his forehead was black.

"The little thief of Chan Sect!!!"

"Junior Brother Yao Bin, the immortals haven't even left yet, there's no need to make a fuss."

"Qin Tianjun, a cultivator from the Chan Sect has recovered his memory and took away part of my Purple Palace when I was not prepared. Damn it! Damn it!!"

"Who is it?" Qin Tianjun frowned slightly, then relaxed.

As long as you are not an immortal, you can't affect the situation at all.

It doesn’t matter if the Niwan Palace is damaged.

A wandering immortal is also an immortal, and as long as the three flowers are not damaged, the foundation will not be affected.

"Three heads and six arms, the law of heaven and earth?"

"Is it a corpse Taoist?!!"

Qin Tianjun snorted coldly. The trouble caused by the corpse Taoist was far beyond ordinary, otherwise the Ten Absolute Formations would not have been able to produce those bizarre evil spirits.

"Junior Brother Yao, that's impossible. The corpse Taoist's true body has already been integrated into the Ten Absolute Formations."

"Maybe an avatar?"

"The Ten Absolute Formation is about to expand. After all, ordinary people are just ants, including Nezha and Yang Jian who just entered the formation. They pose no threat at all."

Qin Tianjun suppressed his inexplicable uneasiness, as he really didn't want to waste his energy on mundane things.

Yao Bin looked ashen, "It's bad, something in the dojo... is missing."

"what?"

"The Taoist Seed of Tongtian! Fortunately, that little thief can't refine it!!"

(End of this chapter)