Mythology

Chapter 250: Mortals fight, immortals interfere
Teng Hanfei's face was filled with despair, and Zhao Gongming's message was like a bucket of cold water poured on his heart.

"Evacuate?"

The Chan Sect was clearly well prepared, and all the entrances and exits were sealed off, so how could they evacuate? !
Which link is the problem?

They seemed to be in control of the Ten Absolute Formations, but if you think about it carefully, it felt like they were passive everywhere, as if the Chan Sect had predicted the future.

In other words, it is as if the Jiejiao is developing step by step under the nose of the Chenjiao.

Is it a corpse Taoist?

That's impossible. How can the body and soul integrated into the Ten Absolute Formations affect the Ten Heavenly Lords?

suddenly.

thump.

There was a loud noise from the ceiling above Teng Hanfei's head. Fine cracks were spreading and sea water was dripping from the cracks.

dong dong.

The ceiling is showing signs of collapse.

Teng Hanfei realized that there was still hope. This move obviously came from Zhao Gongming's Dinghaizhu. It shouldn't take long to break through the platform.

Before he could get out of the crack in the wall, the Chan sect had already attacked.

"We must not let them escape unscathed! Kill all the Jiejiao demons!!"

Tuxingsun led everyone out of the underground.

Enemies blush when they meet, and Nezha has no intention of hiding his weakness. Flames exploded in the narrow space, and the tiles were melting.

He immediately revealed his small world, with tongues of fire dancing around it.

With a swing of the Fire Spear, more than a dozen Jiejiao monks were instantly reduced to ashes, without even having the time to scream.

"Just you."

Nezha did not choose Yuan Hong, and pointed his flaming spear directly at Ji Wen.

The platform was in chaos. Although the situation was one-sided in favor of the Orthodox Sect, it was indeed difficult to eliminate nearly a hundred people from the Unorthodox Sect in a short period of time.

Huang Tianhua rode the Jade Unicorn and Yang Ren rode the Cloud Beast, and the two of them cut off the retreat of the Jie Religion.

There was no way they would just watch the Jiejiao escape, so they all used killing moves and soon the railroad tracks were littered with broken pieces.

Yang Jian stood still, staring at Yuan Hong with a questioning look on his face.

"Yang Jian, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You will definitely die today."

The large vat shattered, and the seven hideous-looking monsters of Meishan crawled out. They all looked like beasts and ghosts, revealing a unique aura of souls.

"Yang Jian, do you... recognize us? We remember you. We have practiced for many years just to devour every inch of your flesh and blood."

"Some impression."

Yang Jian held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand and tilted his head to look at the Seven Monsters of Meishan.

"I remember now. Master once mentioned it."

Yang Jian ignored the approaching Seven Monsters of Meishan and continued, "When I was seven years old, I practiced the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Sutra. As a result, an accident occurred and the seven spirits backfired. Later, my master helped me reshape my soul and spirit to save my life."

"You should be the seven souls I lost before."

Yang Jian seemed to have touched Yuan Hong's reverse scale. The latter's facial features were distorted and he almost went crazy. His whole body exuded the same aura as Yang Jian.

"Ape, buffalo, dog, wild boar, centipede, white snake, goat."

He couldn't help but smile and said, "It really is you guys."

The Seven Monsters of Meishan were crawling on the ground, and no one knew what had happened to them, but they actually had mortal bodies. However, except for Yuan Hong, their intelligence was slightly inferior.

Yang Jian summoned Roaring Sky Dog and gently stroked its head. “Master warned me that no matter how good my aptitude is, I should not be greedy. So now I only practice Corpse Dog Spirit and have been very loyal for decades.”

"Yang Jian, you deserve to die!"

Yuan Hong suddenly jumped up, his body as fast as lightning, and rushed straight towards Yang Jian.

His arms expanded instantly and turned into ape arms three or four meters in size. His fists whistled and the aftermath caused several Jiejiao monks to fall to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian swung his three-pointed, double-edged sword. The sword flashed like a rainbow, and the platform shook.

The Six Monsters of Meishan joined the game one after another.

Roaring Sky Dog roared with a fierce light in his eyes. He stood in front of Yang Jian and fought with the Six Monsters of Meishan.

Teng Hanfei had no intention of supporting Ji Wen who was already retreating step by step. His eyes were fixed on Tu Xingsun who was trying to reinforce the ceiling. After all, only by breaking through the platform would they have a chance of survival.

But it’s strange, why did the Chan Church ignore itself?

At this moment.

Teng Hanfei staggered, and the ground turned into flesh and blood without him knowing, with spots of corpse spots appearing on it, and the saliva on the tip of his tongue turned fishy and sweet.

"poisonous?"

"It's Longxuhu!!"

Teng Hanfei cursed inwardly a few times, thinking that Longxuhu was worthy of being Jiang Ziya's disciple, he was extremely insidious.

He used his fingers as a pen to engrave spiritual patterns on the surface of his skin, with blood vessels and meridians as an aid. In just a short moment, he had formed a magic array that isolated the Yin energy, and the plague in his body instantly dissipated.

Teng Hanfei drew a few more strokes and engraved them at the position of his eyes.

His pupils flickered, and his eyes were fixed on Yang He who was hiding in the shadows.

"interesting."

Yang He couldn't help but sigh. The person Teng Hanfei was housing was the Painted Skin Ghost, and he actually used the skin and flesh as a tool to set up a magic circle.

Teng Han turned around, and the giant dragon head spewed out a large amount of plague from the shadows.

His magic array offset some of the plague, but his flesh, blood and bones were still inevitably corroded, and countless eye worms had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"you!"

Teng Hanfei was in a trance for half a breath, looking at the flesh and blood subway in disbelief.

"You are……"

"Ugh."

Yang He smiled without saying anything. He activated the Three Corpses Small World. His arms extended infinitely and directly pulled Teng Hanfei into the mustard seed space.

Meow! !

The black cat was trembling with fear, fearing that Yang He would rip its stomach open. Teng Hanfei's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at Yang He who had transformed into a dry dragon.

The terrifying dragon's body was over two hundred meters long, with three heads and six arms, and on each scale there was an eye that rotated wildly.

Although Teng Hanfei had never seen the corpse Taoist in person, how could he not know the magical powers that the corpse Taoist was good at? Moreover, why was Longxuhu's immortal body similar to the immortal body of corpse disintegration?
"Are you Dragon Bearded Tiger, or... Corpse Taoist?!!"

Teng Hanfei's voice trembled, his brows full of disbelief.

"Fellow Daoist Teng, why are you asking so many questions?"

Upon hearing this, Yang He sighed softly and was secretly glad that he did not take on too much.

As early as when he came into contact with the Twelve Golden Immortals, he discovered that the connection between the permanent characters could no longer be hidden from others. As a result, not only the True Immortals, but even Teng Hanfei who was at the same level could see the clues.

It can be seen that initial integration is not without disadvantages.

As time goes by, more and more monks will connect the three permanent characters together, and Jiang Ziya will know it sooner or later.

Yang He didn't know how to explain to Jiang Ziya, as this action would definitely offend the one who was to die.

“It seems that deep integration must be put on the agenda.”

"The Twelve Golden Immortals don't care that Longxuhu is the external body of the Corpse Taoist, but if they see the Plague Taoist, haha, I'm afraid they will kill me."

Yang He made up his mind to deeply integrate as soon as the Ghost Killing Formation was over.

Teng Hanfei's face was pale and he was in turmoil.

How many incarnations does the Corpse Taoist have?

He suddenly realized that Jiejiao had fallen into Yang He's scheme from the very beginning.

Whether it was the fall of Ping An Hospital or the failure of the encirclement and suppression, Yang He was behind them. The same may be true for the advent of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"What on earth do you want to do? You can't compete with the eldest brother at all!!"

"What does it have to do with you? Just study hard and get your name on the list."

Before he finished speaking, Yang He had already pounced on Teng Hanfei.

Even though Teng Hanfei has been engraving spiritual patterns all over his body, the gap between the two is obvious. The natural immortal body alone can distinguish them.

The sharp claw wind rushed straight towards Teng Hanfei.

Teng Hanfei hurriedly used his magic weapon to resist, but all his ribs were broken. The strange dragon with three heads and six arms surrounded Teng Hanfei and attacked him frantically.

The black cat was vomiting outside and vomiting wherever it went.

The ground was full of acid water.

Then, Yang He summoned Baoguling to end the battle quickly, and 20,000 heads poured out.

The black cat suddenly felt full and burped repeatedly with a resentful look on its face. After a long time, the movement in its stomach stopped abruptly.

Meow~~

Yang He drilled out of the mustard seed space, and an extra head appeared in the Baogu Mausoleum.

The black cat was just about to claw at Yang He, but it sensed something strange and its fur stood on end, so it rushed into the shadow under Yang He's feet.

The situation has almost calmed down, and everyone except the Seven Freaks of Meishan has been included in the list.

Yang He raised his eyes to the ceiling. A little sunlight shone into the platform and fell right on Huang Tianhua's chest, causing his skin to sizzle.

The speed at which his spiritual vision increased was comparable to that when he was facing Zhao Gongming.

Huang Tianhua dodged to the side. His wound was so deep that the bone was visible. The remaining sunlight turned into maggots in his flesh and blood, trying to drill into his internal organs.

Yang He realized that Jiejiao was not without a backup plan. Another... immortal appeared on the scene, and the shining sunlight was just a ray of aftermath.

Yang Ren said coldly: "It's the Pilushian who serves the Seven Immortals of Jiejiao!!"

In Jiejiao, the status of the attendant seven immortals is second only to the four great disciples. This person has already joined the formation, and it is likely that he and Zhao Gongming are one in the open and one in the dark.

A huge eyeball approached the crack in the ceiling.

"Some insight."

Bilushian held the Buddhist beads in his palm and dispelled all the darkness on the platform.

The sunlight shone indiscriminately, the walls and the ground began to melt, and even the Seven Monsters of Meishan became scarred as they screamed.

"Return to the subway!!"

All the monks, including Yang Jian, rushed into the carriage without hesitation.

The Seven Monsters of Meishan rolled over and over, the blisters on their skin looked like insect eggs, and the burn marks looked like they were eaten by maggots.

However, the flesh and blood subway could not last long. The fragrance of medicine filled the air, and Biluxian seemed to intend to refine them into pills together.

"Junior Brother Longxuhu, the subway..."

Yang He made a gesture to keep quiet and hurried to the last carriage.

Two charred corpses appeared on the railroad tracks outside the window at some point.

"It's Master Juliusun and Master Yuding Zhenren."

"what?"

While everyone was stunned, the two charred corpses suddenly stood up, and the immortal light roared, forcibly blocking out the sunlight emitted by Bilushian.

In a trance, the two charred corpses shed a layer of skin.

Ju Liusun and Yu Ding Zhenren nodded slightly, then disappeared from the spot. The gap in the platform ceiling had been completely healed.

They could vaguely hear that the two Golden Immortals blocked the Viluxian.

"You are all people of Jiejiao who bully the weak and fear the strong. What's the point of dealing with a youngster?"

"Humph."

Yang He took out the evil corpse and threw it into the mouth of the flesh subway. "We can't stay here for long. We can't just watch the fight between immortals."

The flesh and blood subway restarted, and billowing steam vented out.

Woo~~~
When Yang Jian glanced at the platform, the Seven Monsters of Meishan had already fled into the waiting hall.

"Unfortunately, they will surely die next time."

"There won't be a next time."

Yang He received news that his daughter had controlled the Seven Monsters of Meishan.

(End of this chapter)