Mythology

Chapter 239: Transformation, Flesh and Blood Subway

"Tuxingsun, if you move a few more times, you can get closer to the tea garden on the outskirts of the city."

Yang He whetted the appetite of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple just like training a dog.

"no problem!"

Tuxingsun used the earth escape technique repeatedly to keep the Xuerou Taoist Temple as far away from Ping'an Hospital as possible.

Simultaneously.

The cracks on the carriage floor were widening, and dense fangs and sharp teeth extended like saw teeth, emitting a disgusting stench.

The carriage, which was already a bit narrow, was now even more crowded.

The monks were almost stuck together, but no one paid attention to these details. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang He.

Starting from Ping An Hospital, Yang He's every move was orderly, and he was even able to escape unscathed from Zhao Gongming's hands.

Even though he was being targeted by Zhao Gongming, Yang He remained calm.

The cultivators vaguely felt that Yang He and the Corpse Taoist had already made plans in advance, otherwise where would the Ghost Chariot come from.

"Junior Brother Yang He, what should we do next?" Yang Ren asked in a low voice, obviously already considering Yang He as his backbone.

Yang He did not answer immediately, and the Baogu Mausoleum hanging in the air shook slightly.

Suddenly, several evil corpses fell.

The crack opened to the extreme, and the tongue couldn't wait to roll up the corpse and swallow it.

The chewing sound was creepy.

Not enough! Far from enough!!

Yang He raised the corner of his mouth, and hundreds of evil corpses burst out. Not long after, the guardian god transformed by the pupil ghost was reshaped.

Of course, all evil corpses are headless.

There are more than 20,000 skulls in the Baogu Mausoleum.

Yang He looked around at all the true disciples, and then brought Yang Jian into the carriage.

Yang Jian is no longer a giant baby. Even though his yang fire is a little weak, at least his memory has been restored. Like Nezha, he seems to have realized the mysteries of the Dao from his experiences.

"Junior Brother Longxuhu, Yang Jian will keep this in mind and will definitely repay you in the future."

Amid the teeth-grinding bone hyperplasia in the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, Yang He suddenly spoke up: "My fellow Taoists, an immortal from Jiejiao has arrived. What is the attitude of the Twelve Golden Immortals towards the Ten Absolute Formations?"

The carriage fell into dead silence, and the outer disciples led by Yun Ziqian all swallowed their saliva.

"you……"

Feng Xuan couldn't help but blurt out, "Brother, are you planning to plot against the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

"It's a harsh calculation, but we can't always have to face Zhao Gongming."

Yang He knew that none of the Twelve Golden Immortals wanted to be involved in the Conferred God War, but the problem was that they would have to face the calamity sooner or later, otherwise Yuanshi Tianzun would never let them go.

Since the Twelve Golden Immortals are hesitating, I might as well help create favorable conditions so that they will willingly descend into the Ten Absolute Formations.

Yang Ren spoke first, his hands clenched in his eyes, "Master has passed on an oral instruction that the Ten Absolute Formations are the doom of the Chan Sect, but he did not mention whether he would personally take action."

Huang Tianhua nodded in agreement, and both of them became disciples of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

A stream of fire burst out from the tip of Nezha's spear, leaving scorch marks on the car window. "Old Taiyi was even more straightforward, saying that we should 'make our own decisions'."

Yang He smiled but said nothing. Taiyi Zhenren still felt sorry for his disciple.

Feng Xuan scratched his head, "Master can't bear to see the death and injury of the Chan Sect, he asked me to pay more attention."

Huanglong Zhenren should be willing to take the initiative to intervene, which is also in line with his nature of being kind and generous.

Tu Xingsun poked half of his head out from the seat and said, "Hey, don't say it, Master Ju Liusun did say something clear."

He deliberately pinched his throat to imitate the voice of an old man, "Everyone in the Ten Absolute Formation is dead, which is a perfect place for the newcomer Teng Teng."

Yang Jian said calmly: "Master Yu Ding once said that the Ten Absolute Formations will definitely be broken, and Master will also be paying close attention to it."

Hearing this, Yang He's eyes gleamed with a gleam of light, "It seems that the attitude of the Twelve Golden Immortals is much more 'open-minded' than I thought."

The cultivators are not fools and it is impossible for them to pin their hopes on the Twelve Golden Immortals to come on their own initiative.

Tu Xingsun changed his playful smile and looked at Yang He with a serious expression, "Junior Brother Longxuhu, what should we do specifically?"

Yang He secretly sighed, he was worthy of being called Tuxingsun.

In the original work, Zhongtu Xingsun often deceived his master. He stole Juliusun's immortal binding chain to help the Shang Dynasty, and then surrendered to Xiqi after being exposed.

"No rush, the time is not right now. Tomorrow will be the third expansion of the Ten Absolute Formation."

Click click click.

The monks were filled with thoughts as the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple underwent a new round of transformation.

A large amount of blood was gushing out from all over the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, the skin was rolling up, and countless flesh and blood fibers were entangled and reorganized like living things.

Tu Xingsun shrank back between the seats, watching the leather seats grow scales, "Dragon Whisker Tiger, let's not talk about anything else for now, is the incarnation of the corpse Taoist going to backfire?!"

As soon as Yang He thought about it, the Treasure Bone Mausoleum suddenly expanded to half a meter.

The evil corpse tilted more and more seriously.

"It's not a backlash, it's a transformation. Senior Brother Shidaoren's incarnation is rare."

As if to confirm Yang He's words, the roof of the car was suddenly pierced by the arched spine, and the twelve pairs of ribs opened like petals.

The most horrifying part is the front part of the car, with a dragon horn growing on the top.

Scalding steam spewed out from the dragon's horns, carrying with it the smell of burning rotten flesh.

Yang He had never interfered with the growth of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple before, but this time he took the initiative to influence it. The second-floor bus had gradually turned into...

The thing called the Steam Flesh Train, or more appropriately the Flesh Subway, fits perfectly with the style of the painting when placed in the Ten Absolute Formations.

Woo~~~
The whistle turned out to be a mixture of the sound of a baby crying and metal rubbing against each other, and then five flesh and blood carriages grew out from the end of the front of the train.

There are human faces embossed on the surface of the carriage, which acts like a Yin Gathering Formation, madly taking in and exhaling Yin energy.

"You call this transformation?!" Tuxingsun muttered to himself.

Woo~~~
The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple blew its horn and roared as it rushed towards the rock wall, but there was no obstacle and the subway shuttled through the underground as if it were flat ground.

"Haha."

Nezha was very interested and soon discovered the mystery of the locomotive. As long as he provided a steady supply of evil corpses, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple would never stop, ensuring that the Jiejiao could not easily track it down.

"My fellow Taoists, there are five carriages with twenty retreat rooms. No matter what, let's heal our injuries first."

Yang He pushed open the door connecting the carriages, and a strong yin energy hit him in the face, which was at least 40% more than that of a two-decker bus.

"You are at least sensible." Tuxingsun was the first to enter the retreat room.

The others did not refuse.

Yang He looked at Yun Ziqian and said, "Junior brother, you can take turns to rest in the remaining retreat rooms. At least five people must stay at the front of the car to avoid any unexpected incidents."

"clear."

Yang He’s current evil corpse is enough to sustain the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple for ten days.

But considering the terrifying growth potential of the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple, it will be exhausted in three days at most. However, by that time, the Ten Absolute Formations may have spread evil everywhere.

"Junior Brother Yun."

"Brother, please tell me."

"Choose two more people to collect clues in the city during the day. They will inevitably have to take risks, so they can get extra resources."

Seeing that his colleagues had no objection, Yun Ziqian nodded in agreement.

Yang He quietly released the eyeworm, mainly to ensure that they would not leak the news and to ambush spies. Next, he must find a closed environment to welcome the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"hey-hey."

"While the tools are in place, hurry up and attack the Primordial Realm."

When the monks circulated the Yin Energy, part of it would disappear inside the Taoist Temple of Flesh and Blood. They thought it was just to maintain the operation of the subway, but they didn't know that it was actually going into Yang He's own pocket.

Yang He walked into the last retreat room, and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was already giving back.

The five internal organs are full of spiritual roots, only the six bowels and the minor organs are missing. Once the leaves are grown, the bottleneck can be broken through by simply integrating the spiritual roots.

"It's a pity that the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique only has the fifth and a half realms. I have to go to Jiulong Island later."

"Well."

"Or use the Dao Seed of Master Tongtian to comprehend the Dharma?"

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts, and then all five carriages fell silent, leaving only the humming sound of the steam echoing deep underground.

.........

Ping An Hospital was suddenly abandoned overnight.

It did not cause any disorder in the city and the people accepted it naturally. At the same time, many small hospitals emerged in other urban areas.

Teng Hanfei stood at the hospital gate, where all the grass and trees had withered.

The walls were covered with mold in every corner, the iron decorations looked rusty, and messy objects could be vaguely seen in the hall.

"It doesn't look like it happened in just one or two hours."

Teng Hanfei realized that people were accustomed to seeing deaths and injuries, perhaps because any disaster that had happened was a long time ago for them.

pat pat pat.

He bowed his head respectfully and remained motionless, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

As the cold wind blew, Zhao Gongming appeared at the gate.

Teng Hanfei was breathing rapidly. No matter how many times he faced Zhao Gongming, he always felt an indescribable fear and didn't dare to look him in the face.

"Junior Brother Teng, from now on, please assign one or two people to look after Ping An Hospital."

"Big Brother, even you can't get rid of the evil spirit inside?"

Zhao Gongming reached out and grabbed the swirling breeze. "It's not necessary. Apart from the Twelve Golden Immortals, everything else is meaningless."

He didn't even deliberately deal with those crazy disciples.

What is a true disciple?
They don't have time to threaten themselves.

The Conferred Gods War is based on the change of dynasties, so it cannot last too long. It has been at most ten years since the Conferred Gods War ended, and the true disciples are still ordinary people without any trace of the Three Flowers.

Zhao Gongming showed a mocking expression. The Twelve Golden Immortals might have realized this, so they were willing to send their disciples into the Ten Deadly Formations to die.

"Junior brother, it's interesting to hear that the Third Prince of the East China Sea is actually hiding."

Teng Hanfei was extremely surprised that there was any mortal who could escape from the clutches of his senior brother.

He just found out that the news about Taiyi Zhenren was fake. Longxuhu was truly scheming and was worthy of being Jiang Ziya's disciple.

"The Third Prince of the East Sea wants to be killed! This person is closely related to the Taoist corpse master, and behind him is a Nanji Immortal and a Lantern Taoist."

Teng Hanfei retreated several steps, his mood almost overwhelmed by Zhao Gongming's sudden murderous intent.

"Yes, Big Brother, I will immediately ask the Jiejiao disciples to keep an eye on their movements."

Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back, a sneer on his lips. Twenty-four Dinghai Pearls were held in his palms, reflecting the scenes of various places in the city.

"No matter how much you plan, you can't escape fate."

(End of this chapter)