Mythology

Chapter 244 No, it’s the Twelve Golden Immortals!
The fire raged in Ping An Hospital.

The raging fire instantly engulfed the building, the grass and trees turned to ashes under the high temperature, the walls quickly cracked and twisted, and the pungent smell of burnt food accompanied by thick smoke filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

Yang He hid in the tripod and could hear the sizzling sound of flesh.

His connection with the incarnation disappeared.

Yang He's face looked grim, his consciousness attached to the tripod, and then he looked around the emergency room with the help of Yin Bao's eyes, and found that the incarnation had lost its vitality.

There were only twelve charred corpses on the hospital bed, and their physical features were gone.

"Damn it, there's a subway to attract Zhao Gongming's attention, but the Twelve Golden Immortals are unwilling to personally take action? It would be better to call..."

Yang He resisted the urge to curse and thought about what to do next.

If there were no Twelve Golden Immortals to restrain Zhao Gongming, he could not stay in the Flesh and Blood Subway. Either he had to sacrifice the Third Prince and fake his death to change his identity?
That’s fine too. Since the Twelve Golden Immortals are not powerful enough, just play the role of the Plague Taoist.

boom.

The flames flickered.

The temperature in the emergency room dropped sharply and the door was blown open by the draft.

Yang He narrowed his eyes and noticed a Taoist walking towards him. It was the Jiejiao monk who was setting up the magic array, and flames were coming out of his mouth and nose as he walked.

The Taoist stared at the tripod and couldn't help but marvel at it.

"This is a treasure born with spiritual power. After hundreds of years of nurturing, it can become an acquired treasure. It's a waste for a person like you to be a member of the Chan Sect. Why don't you give it to me, Senior Brother Liu?"

The tripod's eyes rolled around, and the Taoist liked it more and more the more he looked at it.

After the Taoist sensed Yin Bao's breath through the fire-inducing array, he immediately realized that Ping'an Hospital was a trap set up by the disciples of the Chan sect.

"I'll tell you why the evil spirits derived from the Ten Absolute Formations went out of control."

"It turns out that it was the misbehavior of the Chan sect that was causing trouble."

Yang He did not respond, but he had already remembered the identity of the attacker.

Liu Huan.

He also belongs to Jiulong Island. In the original work, he burned Xiqi together with Luo Xuan. How he died has been forgotten. He was canonized as the God of Fire.

Liu Huan smiled, he didn't expect to gain something extra from this trip.

This tripod was obviously transformed from an ordinary magical weapon. If I can obtain the method, my weapon refining skills may be able to be further improved in the future.

He moved closer to the tripod and lowered his voice and asked, "Are you here for the group of true disciples?"

There was still no movement in the cauldron.

"The true disciple of the Chan Sect is already a half-human, half-ghost madman. It's not worth it. It's better to tell me the method of refining the cauldron. I can turn a blind eye and let your remaining soul go."

"Neuropathy."

Yang He curled his lips. Shijue Town was full of evil spirits. The remaining souls would probably become food for the evil spirits before they even left Ping'an Hospital.

He was too lazy to waste time with Liu Huan and was ready to end his life and change his number.

Liu Huan's eyebrows revealed murderous intent, and he took out a candle from his arms, "Do you know how long the three souls and seven spirits can burn? A full forty-nine days, fellow Taoist, why bother?"

suddenly.

Unnatural increase in clairvoyance.

Yang He was stunned. The magic circle was still covering Ping An Hospital. The spiritual vision was definitely not caused by other evil spirits. Could it be...

The cover of the tripod kept shaking, as if it was afraid of something.

Yang He looked at the bed against the wall through the perspective of the tripod. His spiritual vision increased more obviously and his heart skipped a beat.

Liu Huan noticed something strange about the tripod and looked in the direction it was pointed.

The twelve charred corpses were motionless, yet there was a strange feeling about them.

Liu Huan thought that Yang He did not go to the second floor at all, and did not escape when encountering the Yin Fire Array, but stayed in the emergency room inexplicably.

Is it...

Aren’t these miscellaneous members of the Chan sect here for the true teachings?

Liu Huan picked up a page of paper that had not been burned.

"Patient No. 4, formerly known as Taiyi Zhenren, suffers from congenital polylimb disease, with a third arm growing out of his chest, and cannot..."

"Master Taiyi?"

Liu Huan was stunned and looked at the fourth bed carefully.

The charred corpse did have three arms.

and many more! !
It's not just Taiyi Zhenren.

Liu Huan's Taoist robe was soaked with cold sweat and he retreated several steps in fear. Each of the charred corpses had features that were extremely terrifying when you think about it carefully, and there were twelve of them.

"The Twelve Golden Immortals? This person's arrangement in Ping An Hospital is for the Twelve Golden Immortals?!!"

He muttered that it was impossible, but his actions proved everything. He used fire escape technique without hesitation, trying to get away from this damn place.

"Notify Zhao Gongming immediately, the Twelve Golden Immortals are ready to intervene in the Ten Absolute Formations!!!"

"It seems that the Fire Inducing Array prevented the Twelve Golden Immortals from coming by chance. The right time, right place, and right people are all in our Jie Sect. The Xian Sect is nothing more than this after all."

Liu Huan disappeared into the darkness, and only when he was a hundred meters away did he feel relieved and took out the token to transmit his thoughts.

The moment he raised his eyes, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he was back in the emergency room, continuing to perform the Fire Escape Technique.

It was as if a real sense of oppression came over me, and the Yin energy in my body stagnated.

Liu Huan looked at the charred corpse again, and the scene before him had completely changed.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the twelve charred corpses lost their scorch marks at some point, turning into twelve figures surrounded by immortal energy.

The originally filthy hospital bed now looked like the cushion used by Yuanshi Tianzun when he preached, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Guang Chengzi sat at the first seat with a solemn expression, and glanced at Liu Huan coldly, "The Jie Sect is not worthy of being called a noble sect. All its disciples are people with fur and horns, or those who were born from moisture and eggs. All evil spirits can live together in the same group."

Chi Jingzi stood aside, with five-colored smoke rolling endlessly, "Brother, what you said is very true. This person is a fire spirit. I don't know how many lives he has burned during his cultivation. He can't distinguish between good and evil, and he doesn't understand the teachings. In the end, he will never achieve the right result."

The words of the two people contained the lingering sound of the Great Dao. Liu Huan was suppressed by the invisible mountain, and he crawled on the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth and nose. The jade pendant of transmission of thoughts shattered. Taoist Cihang wrapped the willow branches around his fingertips and said with a smile: "Master Taiyi, the disciples you taught are really good."

"Haha, that's natural. Everyone knows that I'm good at teaching and educating people."

Taiyi Zhenren clapped his hands and laughed, and used his third arm to pat the tripod hard.

Puxian Zhenren's ears drooped to his shoulders, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "My friend, your plan is very clever. You used our names to set up the trap. It's very interesting."

Huang Long Zhenren came forward and said, "Longxuhu is also your Dharma body, right? Don't worry, we won't tell Jiang Ziya."

Yang He was shocked. He didn't expect that he could be seen through so easily by the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Why does the panel’s effect of changing cognition fail?

wrong.

Yang He realized that after the initial integration of the characters, the background had begun to merge.

He quickly got out of the tripod and bowed, "Disciple Shi Dao Ren greets Master, and greets all the uncles and uncles."

"good."

"This evil spirit is bred in your flesh, no wonder it can possess and control you, it is truly extraordinary."

"The unprecedented and unparalleled corpse-reincarnation immortal body is indeed mysterious. Even if I can only glimpse a little, it has already made this old man deeply surprised."

"My friend, you can transform evil with your flesh. Such a character and understanding is truly rare."

"The corpse-transmutation immortal body is against the will of heaven. I didn't expect that you, my nephew, can control it so easily. It shows that you have a firm heart and extraordinary talent."

The Twelve Golden Immortals praised him one after another, their words full of admiration.

Yang He's expression was numb. He didn't know how to respond so he simply kept silent. Some of the Twelve Golden Immortals' disciples were still going crazy deep in the hospital.

The Twelve Golden Immortals seemed to be gathering together as old friends, chatting with each other for a long time.

Guang Chengzi saw the sky getting brighter and interrupted, "Since the Jiejiao only has Zhao Gongming, there is no need for the twelve of us to come together."

"My fellow disciples, who among you is willing to join the battle formation?"

"Let me do it." Taiyi Zhenren said with a smile, "I have heard of Zhao Gongming's name for a long time. Let me meet this outer sect senior brother and see his magical powers."

Guang Chengzi nodded in approval, "Since Junior Brother Taiyi has this intention, then you can go."

Yang He was about to say something but stopped himself. Could Taiyi Zhenren alone defeat Zhao Gongming?

I hope my master won't embarrass himself.

Guang Chengzi turned to Yang He and said, "Nephew, you must keep your mouth shut about what happened today. You must not reveal even a single detail."

"Disciple understands that this matter concerns the overall situation. Disciple will keep it in mind and never spread it to others."

Guang Chengzi tapped Yang He's brow and said, "You are about to create your own small world. I will teach you a wonderful method to create a cave heaven fairyland. Your own Taoist temple is related to your immortality. Remember not to be reckless."

"Thank you, uncle."

The other immortals smiled and nodded, and then the strange scene in the emergency room came to an abrupt end.

Yang He came to his senses and found that only Taiyi Zhenren was left of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Eleven charred corpses were still lying on the hospital beds. It seemed like an illusion just now.

"what!"

Liu Huan had gone crazy. He covered his head and banged it hard on the ground.

When Taiyi Zhenren touched the mole at the corner of his mouth, he could no longer suppress his smile. His chuckle turned into a belly laugh, and he couldn't help dancing with joy.

"Hahaha!!"

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

"Master, you..."

Taiyi Zhenren's face was full of red light, "My dear disciple, you are in the Ten Absolute Formation like a fish in water. What about their extraordinary disciples? Many of them are still trapped upstairs and screaming."

The corner of Yang He's mouth twitched. He shouldn't offend the Eleven Golden Immortals.

"Master, this is purely luck."

"Luck? Even if it's the true teaching that helped me escape, it's all thanks to you, my disciple."

Taiyi Zhenren was so proud that his words could not express it. "Guangchengzi's creation method is called Qiankun Yanyue Pool, which was taught by Yuanshi Tianzun himself. After you become an immortal, you will have no shortage of resources just by relying on this pool."

"I……"

Yang He didn't have time to study the method in depth, he just felt it was extremely profound.

Taiyi Zhenren touched Yang He's sparse hair on his head and said, "It is mainly because of your great contribution, otherwise Guangchengzi would not have taught you such a method."

"Master, then... do you brothers want to continue?"

"Wait a little longer. We can't let Jiejiao find the incarnation of Ping An Hospital."

Yang He gave up the idea of ​​winning over the tool man.

Taiyi Zhenren took out a black pill and said, "Put it on the tip of your tongue. The ghost-transforming pill is for Yang Sanlang. This evil spirit is your disciple. I will help him regain the ghost realm."

"it is good."

Yang He immediately did as he was told. Some of the medicinal power of the Ghost-Transforming Pill flowed into his body, and his vitality began to fade.

"Disciple, don't worry about Zhao Gongming coming. I won't let him get away."

"Master, be careful."

[Your character "Dean" has died, and the role-playing story ends]

Yang Sanlang regained control of his body, and the hatred in his eyes was obvious.

"Intercept...Teach..."

Taiyi Zhenren walked slowly toward the door, "Yang Sanlang, I'll give you one stick of incense to take back Ping An Hospital and occupy the Taiwan Road subway station 300 meters north of the hospital."

"If you can't do it, I will kill you myself."

"Yang He doesn't need a disciple like you either."

Roar! ! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)