Mythology

Chapter 246: The Honest Yang Liulang

Yang He looked out the window. The darkness in the tunnel was so thick that it seemed real.

At some point, a light mist began to spread.

The candle lights along the road flickered, and the visibility was extremely low due to the light.

Yang He inadvertently noticed that the words engraved on the Qianyuan Mountain Seal held in Nezha's palm were actually mirrored.

"Jianzhu Street Station..."

He recalled that Jianzhu was another name for mirror.

"There really is a ghost. Is it something evil related to the mirror?"

Yang He thought to himself that it was terrible. The evil spirit that could trap Yang Jian and the others was at least a ghost of the underworld equivalent to the Guixu Realm. It was probably more difficult to deal with than the director of Ping An Hospital in its heyday.

After the Ten Absolute Formations have undergone several expansions, they would even be able to detect evil spirits at the immortal level.

Seeing that Yang He was still not moving, Nezha put away his seal and said, "If you don't believe me, you better stay in the carriage. We will hurry up and get rid of the evil spirit."

"but……"

The words seemed ordinary, but there was something indescribably strange about them.

Nezha still smiled, "But brother, please don't leave."

Yang He did not reply. The fog in the tunnel grew thicker and the speed of the Flesh and Blood Subway began to slow down, indicating that the platform was about to arrive.

Not long after, the flesh and blood subway slowly stopped.

'We have arrived at Jianzhu Street Station.'

"The next stop is Xiangshan Academy Station, and we will depart at 1:00 a.m."

When Yang He heard the words "Xiangshan Academy", alarm bells went off in his heart.

Shouldn’t Jiejiao ambush them at the next stop?

There is also Mao time? He repeatedly confirmed that the time was correct, but Xiangshan Academy should arrive at Zi time, and Jianzhu Street Station was full of weirdness.

Yang He stood up calmly, preparing to leave the Flesh and Blood Subway.

Nezha had already reached the adjacent carriage. After realizing Yang He's intention, he said without question, "The platform is very dangerous, Junior Brother, get back to the carriage immediately! Immediately!!!"

Tuxingsun blocked the entrance and exit, and the other monks also rushed over.

"Junior Brother Longxuhu, I, Tuxingsun, will not lie to you."

Yang He sneered in his heart and glanced at each person. Even if the time came, he still couldn't find their flaws, but from their words and actions, he was sure that they were not the same people.

"who are you?"

Nezha didn't reply, the Hun Tian Ling had already wrapped around his waist.

Yang He cursed inwardly, the protective Yin treasure was still exactly the same. No, to be precise, the Hun Tian Ling was a mirror image.

"Longxuhu, get back to the carriage, you will be fine!"

Nezha's eyes were empty and lifeless, like a bottomless dry well, and there was not a trace of the spirit of a living person in his pupils.

"Longxuhu, get back to the carriage!!"

"Dragon Beard Tiger!!!"

All the cultivators in front of Yang He grinned at the same time, with the corners of their mouths extending to their ears in an unreasonable arc, as if a wound was torn open on their faces.

"Go back to your mother!"

He no longer hesitated, and the copper coin sword was unsheathed in an instant, with the sword body extending several meters like a spirit snake.

A cold light flashed and went straight to Tuxingsun's forehead.

Whoosh.

Half of Tuxingsun's forehead was cut off, but what was exposed was not flesh and blood, but a silvery-white mirror material that faintly reflected light.

Half of the head fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, like glass breaking.

"It's not him." Yang He sneered in his heart, and controlled the copper coin sword with his spiritual sense, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Tuxingsun's chest.

Everyone had the same expression, as if they were all surprised by Yang He's move.

Tuxingsun muttered a few words, and yellow light enveloped his whole body. When the copper coin sword cut through the air, he had disappeared from the spot.

It's obviously not him, but he can perform the earth escape technique.

"Junior Brother Longxuhu!!"

Nezha let out a low roar, and karmic fire surged out, instantly filling the entire carriage.

The high temperature was enough to melt metal, the air was distorted, and the hellish fire turned into dense limbs, with all kinds of hands and feet everywhere it passed.

Yang He frowned slightly and noticed something strange.

The hell fire actually deliberately avoided his vital points and did not hurt his flesh and blood. Every move seemed extremely strange.

The inside and outside of the Flesh and Blood Subway were covered in silver powder, making it as smooth as a mirror.

"Photography."

Yang He endured the severe pain in his three dantians and opened his mouth to spit out a black gravel.

Black gravel fell to the ground.

The Three Corpses’ small world enveloped the carriage.

Suddenly, the surrounding walls and floors became like bones, with gusts of cold wind mixed with an indescribable corpse stench.

Yang He released the Three Corpses Small World that had just been formed, which affected many people.

The Three Corpses Small World made a sound of being overwhelmed.

“Those cultivators who have just entered the Primordial Realm probably wouldn’t dare to mess up the small world like this.”

Yang He suddenly grabbed the copper coin sword and stabbed it. A large number of limbs grew out of the sword body, and the Yin Bao, which was originally half a meter long, began to extend infinitely.

Puff puff.

The four figures in front of him were pierced through the chest, and silvery-white blood gushed out.

Immediately afterwards, arms grew out from their flesh and forcibly fixed themselves in place, demonstrating the power of the Three Corpses Small World to the fullest.

The flesh and blood subway split out several roots and threw Nezha and the others out of the car.

Yang He was originally worried that an evil spirit might have taken over their bodies. However, as soon as they came into contact with the thick fog outside, their flesh, blood and bones turned into mercury and they stood there motionless.

The fog began to roll in.

Yang He stopped and was in a dilemma for a moment.

Countless tiny flashes of silver light could be vaguely seen in the mist, and countless figures came to the edge of the station, all made of the same mercury texture.

"go back!"

"Go back!!" Yang He became resentful when he heard the whispers echoing in the station.

He was secretly considering whether to let the Flesh Subway break free from its restraints, when suddenly, a rustling noise echoed from the direction of the front of the train.

Roar! !

The broken face came whistling and hit Yang He in the face.

Yang He swung his sword quickly, and the sword light from the copper coin sword split the man's face in half.

However, the fragments of the human face did not dissipate. Instead, they reassembled in mid-air and then turned into more human faces, continuing to pounce on him.

"Damn it!"

Yang He took several steps back, using his three heads and six arms to block the human face.

However, there were endless human faces, and every time they were shattered, they would turn into a large number of evil spirits, densely packed together, trying to force Yang He back to the carriage.

The Three Corpses' small world began to vibrate violently, and countless cracks appeared on the bone walls.

Yang Hedu felt severe pain in all three of his dantians. If he continued to release the small world, he might suffer backlash. If it affected the small world, the gain would be greater than the loss.

"receive!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, and the Three Corpses World disappeared into his mouth.

"What kind of evil spirit is this? It keeps trying to lock me in the carriage without harming my life. Is it mentally ill?"

Yang He's face was filled with depression, as he was unable to do anything because of the evil behavior.

"We can't waste any more time. Let's leave Jianzhu Street Station first and find a way to rescue Yang Jian and the others from Xiangshan Academy Station."

Yang He made up his mind not to hold back and the dragon horn pierced his scalp.

His upper and lower jaws were opened half a meter wide, revealing his sharp fangs. The three yang fires turned into yin fires, and he was about to transform into a true dragon with three heads and six arms.

Drought swept through the station and the thick fog began to thin.

Just now.

"Father……"

Yang He looked up in surprise, only to see a strange figure standing in the aisle.

The figure is made up of countless lenses, and due to the refraction of light, the entire body appears to be a glass color, making it difficult to see the appearance clearly.

"The father is me, Yang Liulang."

"Again?"

The corner of Yang He's eyes twitched. How many evil relationships had the corpse Taoist boy created?

Yang Liulang's body shattered repeatedly. Yang He noticed that some of the lenses contained monks imprisoned in them. Yang Jian and others were trapped in the lenses and were continuously impacting the lens space.

From what Yang He saw with his spiritual vision, Yang Liulang's breath was indeed gradually weakening.

Yang Liulang did not resist and allowed the monk to slowly destroy him.

"Yang Liulang, what do you mean?"

Yang Liulang laughed extremely exaggeratedly, and said with lumps: "Father...Father, Xiangshan Academy...is...in danger. Yang Liulang is protecting...you. You cannot go to the next stop."

Yang He had a complicated expression, and his spiritual consciousness urged the flesh and blood subway.

Woo~~~
The flesh and blood subway started moving, heading towards the deep and boundless tunnel.

As a result, just a hundred meters away, a mirror blocked the tunnel, and the flesh and blood subway drilled into the mirror and did not follow the planned route to Xiangshan Academy.

The station announcement appears.

'Welcome to the C584 train, which will soon arrive at Jianzhujie Station.'

'When getting off the train, please pay attention to the gap between the train and the platform, take your belongings with you, and get off from both sides of the door in order.'

Yang Liulang's ability is the mirror, which forms an infinite tunnel to prevent the flesh and blood from penetrating deeper.

"Yang Liulang, you can definitely explain it clearly."

Yang Liulang widened his eyes and stood there at a loss.

"never mind."

Yang He said helplessly: "Let my fellow apprentices out, there is no need to block the train anymore, I know what Xiangshan Academy has."

"Yang Liulang, don't call me father in front of them."

Continuing to delay is not a good thing. Jiejiao plans to get rid of them before the fourth expansion, and Yang He has the same idea.

Yang Liulang nodded, and more than a dozen lenses fell off.

"evildoer!"

The fire spear pierced Yang Liulang's neck.

Yang He stretched out his dragon claws to stop Nezha. At this moment, there was a commotion in the carriage, and more than 30 people were staring at Yang Liulang in full readiness.

"He is an evil spirit bred by the corpse Taoist, and he has no ill intentions."

"Junior brother, let me dig out his heart. If you still don't resist, then you are one of us!"

Nezha was somewhat annoyed and angry, and the wind-fire wheels were already accumulating.

"Nezha Junior Brother."

Yang Jian grabbed Nezha and thought carefully about his previous experience. If the evil spirit had malicious intentions, it would be impossible for it to deceive the Heavenly Eye.

It was because Yang Liulang had no ill intentions that Yang Jian and Yang Ren were hit at the same time.

"Humph."

Nezha restrained his breath.

After Yang He's explanation, the expressions of the cultivators all looked incredulous. They also learned that the Jiejiao cultivators had set an ambush at Xiangshan Academy Station.

"Yang Liulang, where do you usually go?"

"Mirrors are everywhere in the streets, and foreign mirrors are everywhere."

Yang Liulang gestured and said, "My elder...brother asked me to come to the station. I have been...delaying your arrival at Xiangshan Academy."

Yang He licked his lips and wondered how many offspring he had.

"Yang Liulang, who is your elder brother?"

"Yang Dalang."

"Okay, then how many brothers do you have?"

"I... have only met Yang Dalang."

The monks looked at each other and suddenly felt that Yang Liulang was not difficult to get along with. If you look beyond the surface, the latter was just an honest man.

(End of this chapter)