Mythology

Chapter 252 The Sixth Level of Hell!
"It's not like there's no solution..."

An idea suddenly popped into Yang He's mind.

"The Qiankun Yanyue Pond can be used to raise ghosts."

"Once an evil spirit is put into the pool water, the same evil spirit will continue to spawn, but it is a bit too early to refine the Qiankun Yanyue Pool."

"What if we use the same method as refining the blood and flesh Taoist temple?"

The Taoist temple is composed of two parts. The first is the cave, which is equivalent to the eye of the magic array, just like the Jinguan Cave on Qianyuan Mountain of Taiyi Zhenren.

It usually extends from the dojo after swallowing a large amount of Yin objects, and its appearance is generally a building.

Yang He’s future cave will naturally be a Taoist temple of flesh and blood.

The secondary pavilions and towers in the Taoist temple are called the Fairy Court. The Qiankun Yanyue Pond is the Fairy Court, which can help the Taoist temple produce resources.

Yang He has always had an idea that he wants everything in the dojo to be a permanent character.

A long time ago, he began planning to use the big corpse to create an incarnation and refine a pond corpse with the function of the Qiankun Yanyue Pool.

Because only the Guixu Realm can be used to set up a fairyland, no attempt has ever been made.

Yang He could no longer control his impulse. At most he could waste the corpse of the evil spirit. If all else failed, he could just reap the profits in the endless hell of the main world.

He weighed the number of evil corpses and deliberately left enough food for six days in the subway.

"The corpse of Yanyuechi doesn't need to be perfected, just a rough outline is enough."

Yang He took out the tripod, and hundreds of corpses fell into it. Not long after, creepy howls came out from it.

As long as the Qiankun Yanyue Pond can be completed, it will be a Taoist temple of my own.

Well.

Just thinking about it makes me feel emotional.

It is even possible to use panels to integrate all the immortal courts into the flesh and blood Taoist temple, forming a flesh and blood town, which will become the foundation of Yang Heli's Taoism.

Yang He carefully constructed the bones and flesh of the Qiankun Yanyue Pool, and even the internal organs were indispensable.

Not long after, the subway happened to pass by Jianzhu Street Station. He told Yang Liulang the news of the possession and asked his children to help find the evil spirit.

Yang He continued to devote himself to refining the giant corpse incarnation.

He was quite optimistic at first, but soon the smile disappeared from his face. The complexity of the Qiankun Yanyue Pool far exceeded that of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

"Ugh."

The tripod shook violently, and the corpse refining process failed abruptly.

Yang He frowned, not wanting to believe it. He continued to blow up the furnace four times. Two or three thousand bodies turned to ashes, but he still had no clue.

There was already a bright light rising in the sky, and the purple light was faintly visible.

"My head hurts."

“As long as the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple meets the requirements of the panel, it will be fine.

"The Qiankun Yanyue Pond must be refined strictly according to the requirements of the method. The inside and outside of the pond must be divided into thirty-six layers, and each layer must be engraved with spiritual patterns."

"With thirty-six layers, it will be troublesome no matter where the organs are placed."

Yang He shook his head helplessly. If he wanted to refresh the panel to create the character Qiankun Yanyuechi, no matter how he refined it, it would have to have the body structure of a living person. It was really difficult to have both.

When Yuanshi Tianzun created the Qiankun Yanyue Pool, he did not consider that there was an unfilial disciple who planned to refine his own corpse.

"How about putting it aside for now? Anyway, there is no rush to learn the Eight-Nine Profound Arts right now."

"Or just use up the Tao Seed."

Yang He covered his forehead and said, "I still want to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. It's not worth using the opportunity to visualize the saints in the Qiankun Yanyue Pond."

He fell into deep thought, but the refining of the tripod did not stop.

Another thousand bodies turned to ashes.

At this time, the morning sun was hanging high in the sky. Although the subway station was pitch black and no one could feel it, the fourth expansion of the Ten Absolute Formations had already begun.

The speed of the Flesh Metro has been slightly reduced.

Gululu.

Yang He came back to his senses and immediately realized the hunger of the Flesh and Blood Subway.

After not eating for a long time, my stomach and intestines began to rumble and became restless.

Yang He slapped his thigh with sudden realization, "It's unrealistic to refine a corpse similar to the Qiankun Yanyue Pool. There's no need to go far." A crack appeared in the ground, and the intestines of the subway came into view.

"Why not just transform the stomach and intestines into the Qiankun Yanyue Pond? As long as it is attached to the flesh and blood Taoist temple, there is no need for any internal organs. The Qiankun Yanyue Pond has the vitality of living things."

Yang He looked relieved and immediately began to engrave the spiritual patterns. Unexpectedly, the process went more smoothly than he had imagined, and his stomach and intestines did not resist at all.

The thirty-six-layer stomach structure can imitate the black cat's mustard seed space.

The stomach is churning.

Compared to refining a corpse, engraving spiritual patterns seems easy.

Even if it fails, only a piece of intestinal wall will be lost, and it will heal in the blink of an eye.

Half a day later.

I saw the intestines and stomach stacked up layer by layer, and the spiritual patterns slowly disappeared into the stomach wall, while guiding the Yin Qi contributed by the tool man into the intestines and stomach.

Yang He looked at it for a long time, but he was not sure whether the Qiankun Yanyue Pool was formed.

However, it can be perceived that the stomach and intestines are attached to the flesh and blood, but seem to be independent. Perhaps only by entering and exiting the world of allusions can one know.

"At this stage, the Ten Absolute Formations, the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect should be testing each other."

"Before the two immortals are listed, the stalemate will last for a while."

Yang He waited silently.

After the Flesh and Blood Subway passed three platforms, Yun Ziqian brought a group of evil debris, which was the possessed ghost that Yang Sanlang found.

The possessed ghost only had half of its head left and was dying.

Yang He threw it into the stomach, and the possessed ghost recovered some flesh and bones, wandering in the gastric juice filled with thick yin energy, looking contented.

"It's a bit bizarre, but... still within a reasonable range."

After repeatedly confirming that nothing was missed, he cut off the Third Prince's chance of survival.

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

.........

After Yang He returned to the main world, he was about to take a short break before calling up the panel again.

suddenly.

Sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin.

Yang He was in control of the drought and plague, but he was sweating profusely in the warm wind blowing in his face. The early spring in February was hotter than July and August.

"What the hell?"

"wrong."

"It's... the Sixth Level of Hell!!!"

Yang He realized belatedly that his spiritual vision had exceeded 100,000.

[Spiritual Vision: 14.1]

[Your spiritual vision reaches 10, and you gradually see the extremely bizarre nature of the world. You begin to think about whether there is still a place for you in this world. Don't doubt it, as long as you are human, you will always fall into the abyss.]

Yang He pushed open the door and came into the green courtyard.

"Hee hee hee……"

He heard laughter coming from above his head, ten of them one after another, mixed with a piercing noise that was enough to drive a person crazy.

"Damn it, every level of the Endless Hell is refreshing my cognition."

"I originally thought that the King of Inspiration in the Fifth Layer of Hell was scary enough, but I didn't expect that he was just the beginning, hehe."

Yang He looked up with dull eyes, and ten suns tore through the entire sky.

The outline of the sun is not a circle, but a distorted, irregular shape.

Their eyes showed compassion, and their skin was like boiling wax that kept flowing. Occasionally, huge blisters would swell up and burst, spewing out foul-smelling yellow mucus.

Mucus is the sunshine that illuminates everything, so everything in the world will decay.

Yang He talked to himself.

"Yang He, welcome to the abyss."

(End of this chapter)