Mythology

Chapter 264 Yin Hong, I'm Here to Kill You
Yang He's attack completely unbalanced Yin Hong's mind.

Yin Hong opened his mouth slightly, but could not think of any words to refute. After all, it was impossible for him to take off the purple immortal robe, and without the protection of the treasure, he would probably be defeated in three moves at most.

Is it true that the gap between a mortal body and a natural immortal body is really unbridgeable?

Yang He approached Yin Hong with a sneer, the pupil ghost between his eyebrows flickered with light, guiding the insect eggs that had previously remained in Yin Hong's body to slowly hatch.

Although the treasure is powerful, Yin Hong cannot fully control it after all.

The insect eggs have already merged with Yin Hong, and the aura they emit is exactly the same. Zishou Xianyi is simply unable to respond in time.

Yang fire will also promote the reproduction of euglena, which can easily devour Yin Hong.

"Well."

Yin Hong groaned as the severe pain in his internal organs affected the circulation of his Yin Qi.

Yang He came within half a meter and pointed his index finger at Yin Hong's brow, intending to use the dragon claw as a sharp weapon to pierce the latter's Niwan Palace.

At this moment.

He had an inexplicable palpitation, and at a glance his spiritual vision had begun to surge.

The purple immortal robe suddenly glowed with spiritual light, and the insect eggs turned into ashes. Yin Hong also took the opportunity to move away from Yang He, and only let the dragon claws brush past his scalp.

Yang He had a grim expression on his face and let Yin Hong distance himself.

"Definitely red sperm."

"I didn't expect that Master Chi Jingzi would pay attention to Yin Hong while dealing with Yao Tianjun. Haha, he is using me as a whetstone, right?"

Yang He didn't think that the Twelve Golden Immortals were of one mind. Even if Chi Jingzi would not take the initiative to kill him, he might very well trip him up.

To kill or not?

Is it worth it to risk offending a Golden Immortal?
Yin Hong's facial features were distorted, and he no longer suppressed his obsession. In addition, with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror on his Yang Fire, his aura continued to surge.

"Dragon Beard Tiger!!!"

He stood there, the red-hot iron hooks extending from his back seemed endless.

Whoosh.

Iron hooks are everywhere.

The whispers of tortured ghosts could be heard in Yin Hong's ears. His own flesh and bones seemed to be torn apart, and the injuries indirectly affected his purple immortal clothes.

The Yang Fire burned stronger and stronger, and there was even an illusion that I was about to step into the Guixu realm.

Yin Hong couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. The backlash had long been forgotten. The only thought left in his mind was to tear Yang He into pieces. The Dharma image then merged into his body and soul, and its size began to expand and distort.

"As long as I have the treasure, I am immortal, even if my foundation is destroyed, so what? Master will rebuild my body and soul for me, and you!"

He pointed at Yang He, and a thousand-meter-wide cloud of fire gathered above his head.

"Today I will be annihilated!"

Yin Hong disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the light in the tea garden was blocked by the clouds.

Yang He transformed into a half-man, half-dragon, and knocked Yin Hong away with one punch. However, the latter was not injured. Instead, under the effect of the purple fairy clothes, his body became even bigger.

Gradually, Yin Hong was able to keep up with Yang He's physical strength.

The two kept crossing each other.

Yin Hong's body became more and more tense due to the influence of the Purple Immortal Robe, and soon reached ten meters. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, like porcelain that had just been taken out of the kiln and could break at any time.

His limbs became thick, with sharp bone spurs growing on the joints. The iron hooks extending from his back were like spider tentacles, dancing wildly, and a harsh metal friction sound was heard.

The originally handsome face was squeezed into a ball, the facial features were misplaced, the eyes were bulging, and the corners of the mouth were cracked to the ears, revealing uneven teeth.

"Longxuhu! I want you to die!!!"

Iron hooks were all over Yang He's body, as if he would be torn to pieces in the next moment.

Yang He narrowed his eyes and his mind became clear again. Yin Hong would die sooner or later anyway, so as his brother, he might as well send him off in person.

"I'm here to kill him. What does this have to do with Chi Jingzi?"

"If Chi Jingzi bullies the weak, the Nine-Curved Yellow River Formation will be his death!!!"

Yin Hong took several steps back, sensing Yang He's murderous intent. He had not looked at him seriously before, and the half-human, half-dragon was not his true form. The Yin-Yang Mirror shook again.

Most of Yang He's yang energy was transferred to Yin Hong's body.

It's time! There was a sound like cloth being torn apart. Yin Hong had already come to 20 meters away. His torn bones and flesh were pieced together by iron chains.

Yang He was submerged in the iron hook.

"Finally he died. I thought I could continue fighting for a while."

Yin Hong looked relaxed. The state of his body and soul was worrying, but as long as he wore the purple immortal robe, he didn't have to worry about going completely insane.

Next, using the dragon corpse to make tea will definitely consolidate the foundation.

suddenly.

Chi Jingzi's old voice rang in Yin Hong's ears, "Back off!"

"What?!!"

"Disciple, step back, he is not dead!"

Rumble.

The raging small world was directly broken, Yin Hong vomited blood, and the chains broke at the same time. A shadow that was large enough to cover the top of the mountain came into view, and a dragon head of twenty or thirty meters high looked down at Yin Hong.

After performing the magic of heaven and earth, the land dragon transformed by Yang He was more than two hundred meters long.

Yin Hong seemed insignificant in front of the huge monster. Then he swept his dragon claws with force, and the purple fairy clothes burst out with a terrifying spiritual light.

He crashed heavily to the bottom of the mountain, breaking countless plants, trees and rocks.

"I... I'm fine? The Purple Immortal Robe blocked it? I knew it..."

Just as Yin Hong was about to get up, Yang He had already appeared above his head.

At this moment, he realized that what Yang He said was true. It was not easy for him to force out his true form. The Hanba Dragon was still not a complete form, and it still had three heads and six arms.

"You are not...Longxuhu, you are...you are the corpse Taoist from Qianyuan Mountain!!"

dong dong dong.

Yang He did not give Yin Hong any chance to breathe. His six arms transformed into dragons and bit the purple immortal robe madly. The Yin energy left by the red sperm in the treasure was dissipating visibly with the naked eye.

"No!"

The irresistible force has penetrated into Yin Hong through the purple immortal clothes.

The ground shook slightly, and Yang He grabbed Yin Hong and hit him hard. It was unknown how long it lasted until the nameless anger in his heart dissipated.

Yin Hong's soul has already returned to the List of Gods, and not even a drop of minced meat is left on the spot.

Only the purple immortal robe and the Yin-Yang mirror remained intact.

"Shi Dao Ren, you should have left him a way to live."

Chi Jingzi's voice was extremely cold and echoed in the tea garden. Then a figure appeared in the air, level with Yang He.

Yang He raised his eyes and glanced at Chi Jingzi, who was not as angry as he had imagined.

"Uncle Master, he asked for his own death. If he had a chance to live, why would he die?"

Chi Jingzi had a blank expression on his face, but he did have to admit that Yin Hong was not someone who could become an immortal, but it was a little too early for him to be included in the list.

It is very likely that this will influence Yin Jiao to rebel against the Chan sect.

"Corpse Taoist, you are here for Lord Yao, right?"

"As long as your incarnation can leave the tea garden safely, I will let you go this time. I can even give you the entire tea garden for your disposal."

"it is good."

Yang He agreed very decisively, and then, large patches of red clouds enveloped the tea garden.

"Master Corpse, if I don't take action, I will probably become a laughing stock of the Chan Sect. If you lose your incarnation, it will be a loss for both of us."

Yang He glanced at Chi Jingzi, and the corpse flag on his back fluttered in the wind.

(End of this chapter)