Mythology

Chapter 263 He Has No Weaknesses

Yang He restrained his breath and waited quietly for Yin Hong to come up the mountain.

"Uncle Chi Jingzi, you have seen it too. It was your disciple who took the initiative to find me. Don't blame me if I help him get on the list."

In fact, he could just play the role of Plague Man and kill Yin Hong.

Maybe no one knows that it was me who did it, and I won't offend Chi Jingzi, but since the other party wants to kill me, there is no reason to hold a grudge overnight.

Ugh~

The black cat suddenly arched its body, opened its mouth and spit out the five people.

The main reason was that Liu Zhishang was in the process of his fourth resuscitation, and the mustard seed space could not accommodate a living person for a long time, which inevitably made the black cat uncomfortable.

The five people woke up one after another and couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

Du Chang wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wanted to rely on Yang He to leave the Ten Absolute Formation, but he found that he was worthless and didn't know how to start.

Liu Zhishang suppressed the turmoil in his internal organs, "Immortal, you..."

"Don't worry about the tea garden anymore. I will personally eliminate the ghost area here."

Yang He took out the telephone from his arms, and the shrill ringing sound continued. After placing it in the corner, a sinister energy suddenly filled the air.

For a brief moment, a telephone booth stood in the refire room.

"The phone booth will send you to the authorities. It's too dangerous to stay in the tea garden."

Liu Zhishang shook his head and said, "My Immortal, it is our duty as detectives to eliminate the ghost realm. We will not refuse even if it means death."

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He chuckled and said, "There are nine more ghost areas similar to the tea garden. They will bring great terror to millions of people in the future."

"Liu Zhishang, you have to make adequate preparations. The government doesn't have much time left."

Liu Zhishang's pupils dilated, and then a nameless anger arose in his heart. The strong sense of unwillingness made him successfully survive four resuscitations.

The two ghosts were lurking inside the body, and their strength had reached a level comparable to that of a person in the state of concentration.

"Thank you for the reminder, Immortal."

Liu Zhishang no longer hesitated and went into the phone booth with his companions.

The operation was a complete failure, and even the suburban tunnel had to rely on immortals, but the four revivals gave him a glimmer of hope.

There are already two ghosts in Liu Zhishang's body, and he will not encounter any bottlenecks before the sixth resurrection.

But it is inevitable to have a life-and-death experience.

Yang He watched the ghost rider disappear in the phone booth.

The corners of his mouth rose, and he leaned on the flag swaying in the Niwan Palace. Through it, he could vaguely sense the corpse Taoist boy and the... momentum of the Ten Absolute Formations.

The general trend is a very vague concept. To put it simply, it is the control of the Ten Absolute Formations.

Now the general situation is leaning towards the Ten Heavenly Lords, so the Corpse Taoist Boy's side is naturally restricted everywhere. But as long as the Ten Sons of the Yang Family can occupy the tea garden, the Corpse Taoist Boy can control the Ten Absolute Formations little by little.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

"Uncle Chi Jingzi, I don't care whether I will offend you or not."

Yang He didn't answer the phone, letting the ringtone echo in the mountains.

He looked out the window.

According to the rules of the tea garden, Grandma Yue will disappear for an hour after the tea making is completed.

So it didn't take long before tea pickers were everywhere in the mountains, and the tea trees were nourished by the blood and sprouted new buds again.

"Pick and pick until the dew is heavy at three o'clock in the morning."

"White bones are combed on branches, and red silk is wrapped around the new corpse."

"The tea basket is filled with severed human fingers, and Grandma Yue's copper pot is boiling human fat."

The long and melodious ballad echoed, mixed with heavy breathing.

Yin Hong could no longer suppress his own obsession, so he quickened his pace as much as possible. His skin was covered with scratches, and his bones made sounds of being unable to bear the weight, as if they were about to collapse.

"Dragon Beard Tiger!!!"

He clenched his teeth, his voice full of resentment.

If it weren't for Longxuhu, I wouldn't have fallen to such a state of destruction, nor would I have gone astray again. It's all because of Longxuhu! This person is hindering my enlightenment, and he must die!

A human face appeared behind the tortured ghost, and his body temperature began to rise rapidly.

The skin of Yin Hong's arms was covered with earthworm-like blue veins, and his nails had turned into sharp black claws, leaving scorch marks on the blue bricks with every step he took.

His second evil spirit is the Burning Ghost, and the two types of methods complement each other.

Thanks to Chi Jingzi's guidance, Yin Hong was able to achieve the cultivation level of Hunyuan Realm, ranking among the best even among his peers.

"Take away my opportunity!"

"Longxuhu, prepare to die!!!"

A roar came out of Yin Hong's throat, and dark red blood oozed out of his seven orifices. A distorted incarnation of a golden-armored god general appeared behind him. In just three or two steps, the golden-armored god general had turned into a strange ghost.

He felt more and more panicked, and felt that his own strength had increased exponentially.

This is definitely not good news, indicating that the backlash of the supernatural power has become very serious. In Taoist records, this is the last flicker of life.

If it is not suppressed in time, you will soon lose your mind.

Yin Hong could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart. He quickened his pace and came to the re-fire room, staring at Yang He in the room. The Yin energy that had just stabilized a little almost rioted again.

Yang He sat cross-legged like a bell, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His skin was covered with a layer of scales, and the burns left no traces. Instead, the ground and walls became cracked due to loss of moisture.

"It seems that the rumors outside are correct. The true form of the Dragon Bearded Tiger is a corpse dragon. No, it is an unprecedented drought dragon."

"Jiang Taigong has taken in an alien. This person may be a spy sent by Jiejiao."

Yin Hong thought of the actions of Yang He, Liu Zhishang and others, and became more certain that Yang He would rebel against the Chan sect, and his Dharma image expanded to over two meters in height.

The purple immortal clothes protect the body and soul, and the treasure presents a seamless texture.

As Yin Hong walked, the light and colors surrounded the space. "Longxuhu, you colluded with Jiejiao, do you have anything to say before you die?"

Simultaneously.

Yin Hong used his small world, and within twenty feet there were red-hot iron hooks crisscrossing each other. Ravaging the small world could intensify the pain a hundred times.

He realized Yang He's background. As a drought dragon, he had never learned fire magic.

Haha.

Ridiculous.

The purple immortal robe is impervious to water and fire. Do you, a drought dragon, have any chance of turning things around?

Perhaps Yang He’s methods would not go so far, but they could not make up for the gap in strength at all!

"Brother, could it be that the black tea I stir-fried tastes bad, which has caused you to talk nonsense and accuse me of colluding with Jiejiao?"

Yin Hong's expression was distorted, and he broke through the re-firing room for a moment.

"Junior brother, don't blame me. Being on the list after death is not considered as burying me."

"Indeed, it is not buried."

Yang He sneered, and the Nuo opera patterns moved under his skin like living things.

The skin on his forehead suddenly cracked, and his third scarlet vertical pupil spun around, clearly seeing the chaotic flow of Yin Hong's spiritual energy.

Yin Hong didn't take it seriously, thinking he had figured out Yang He's methods thoroughly.

A reflection in the Yin-Yang mirror.

Yang Hesan transformed the Yang fire into Yin fire, and spots of corpse appeared all over his body.

Then the Yin-Yang Mirror swept over himself, and the Yang Fire burned fiercely.

The Yin-Yang Mirror is the most precious treasure of Mount Taihua. It can bring life when it is shaken and death when it is shaken. It can turn a living person into a corpse and revive a corpse.

Yin Hong was just borrowing it. Even if there was residual Yin energy from Chi Jingzi in the treasure, it would be difficult to exert its power. Otherwise, the Dragon Whisker Tiger would have no ability to fight back in front of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

"Ah."

Yang He looked at Yin Hong jokingly, his aura increasing instead of decreasing.

"Corpse-transmutation immortal body?" Yin Hong looked a little surprised. Corpse-transmutation immortal body should not come from a corpse Taoist, so why would it involve Longxuhu.

Yang He opened his mouth, his white teeth flashing coldly.

Yin Hong didn't know why he felt something was wrong. Even though the Dharmakāya was protecting him, he was still a step slow.

Yang He's right arm grew wildly, and in just a moment it turned into a dragon claw several meters long, which smashed towards Yin Hong, tearing the air apart.

The Dharma image paused for a moment, and half of his shoulder was torn off.

Yang He took the opportunity to hit Yin Hong in the chest with his left arm.

Boom!
"As expected of a real dragon, your body is really strong."

The purple immortal robe rippled, offsetting Yang He's strength, and at the same time turned into a warm current to nourish Yin Hong's three yang fires.

The Yang Fire burned more and more vigorously, and the twenty-zhang small world turned into thirty-five zhang.

"But no one is perfect. If you focus on honing your body, your small world will naturally have flaws."

Yin Hong's mind moved, and his Dharma image turned into a raging fire, which instantly approached Yang He and concentrated on the latter's neck, leaving a burning mark.

The iron hook that formed the raging little world pierced the neck.

Whenever Yang He suffered any wounds, he would be entangled by the iron hooks. Struggling would only make the pain more severe until he lost his soul.

Yin Hong has faced many powerful enemies, including some determined old men.

so what?

In the end, he had to beg for mercy and was willing to let him die.

But at the moment the iron hook touched Yang He's skin, the stench of corpse filled the air and a gust of wind and sand rose up from hundreds of meters away.

The hook could not move any further.

While Yin Hong was stunned, an arm stretched out from the ground and grabbed his ankle, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

boom! ! !
"They are so cute even though they are small. I thought ghost areas were generally around a hundred meters wide."

Within four hundred meters, countless plants and trees composed of limbs grew out, and the Three Corpses Small World seemed to have suppressed the raging small world without even having to exert any strength.

"impossible."

Yin Hong couldn't believe it. The raging small world was squeezed back to twenty feet.

"He... He is in the Primordial Realm, how could there be a small world larger than a hundred feet!!!"

"One hundred and twenty feet to be exact."

Yin Hong felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, as if a second consciousness had appeared in his body, fighting for his body, and extra limbs were growing on his ribs.

The purple immortal robe flickered with light, forcibly isolating the influence of the Three Corpses' small world.

The Yang Fire continues to burn.

Yin Hong suddenly felt that Yang He was extremely strange.

Jiang Ziya failed to become an immortal and set up a Taoist temple. Even though Long Xuhu was his direct disciple, he still belonged to the outer sect of the Chan Sect and was not qualified to master the true Taoist tradition of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

But why?
Is the gap between him and me as huge as the distance between heaven and earth?
My master said that I don’t have a natural immortal body, but my aptitude is not inferior to any true disciple, and my realm has always been at the forefront of the orthodox teachings.

Why... am I so inferior in comparison?
"Yin Hong, please be more serious. Don't try to force out my true form until you die."

Yang He raised a sinister smile, "Foolish brother, I don't know who gave you the confidence. To be honest, you have a realm but you don't have any clues."

"It's not just me. Looking at the true disciples, anyone at the same level can surpass you."

"Yin Hong, do you always think you can compete with Yang Jian and Nezha? What are you thinking? They don't even need three moves to kill you."

"You..." Yin Hong's face turned red and he held the Yin-Yang Mirror tightly.

"Of course, I mean that you don't use the treasure. Everyone is good at cheating."

(End of this chapter)