Mythology

Chapter 265: The Corpse Immortal, the Ghostly Corpse Taoist Child

When Yang He heard what Chi Jingzi said, he realized that the other party still had a way out.

If possible, he wouldn't mind letting the Third Prince die in the tea garden, just to give face to Chi Jingzi. After all, a normal character could be resurrected inexplicably even if burned to ashes.

But the problem is that Yang He has already seen the opportunity for the Ten Sons of the Yang Family to replace the Ten Heavenly Lords.

If Chi Jingzi gets excited and burns the Third Prince to ashes, there is a high probability that he will not be able to play the role during the period of the Ten Absolute Formations.

This means that he has no useful cards in hand, and the Immortal Buddha does not have a corpse-transmigrating immortal body, so he is completely unable to gain the trust of the ten sons of the Yang family.

"Ah, uncle, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but I really have a bunch of orphans to support, I'm sorry."

The temperature in the tea garden began to rise. Large areas of tea trees withered and spontaneously combusted. The cracks in the ground revealed exposed roots.

And the giant brain inside the mountain.

Because of the attack by the red sperm, the brain is riddled with holes.

Yang He seemed to casually let go of the phone, which fell through the crack into the depths of the mountain. It was then up to Yang Jiulang to take its place.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

Yang Jiulang urged Yang He to leave the tea garden immediately.

Yang He paused slightly. As a drought dragon, his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched within half a breath. The blood in his beating heart was becoming increasingly scarce.

Then Yang Jiulang's anxious question rang in my ears.

"Father, let me take you there..."

"Don't worry about me, Jiulang, hurry up and take control of the tea garden. Be careful of Yao Tianjun's remaining consciousness. Your father will never die."

Yang He politely rejected Yang Jiulang, and the latter did not bother about it any more.

Yang Jiulang vented all his anger on Yao Tianjun. Although he was only ranked ninth among the ten sons of the Yang family, his strength was among the top three.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many telephone booths scattered throughout the Ten Absolute Formations.

Jingle Bell! ! !
The pavilions on the top of the mountain were transformed into telephone booths, and 20,000 tea pickers swarmed in and put the receivers to their ears.

Yang Jiulang absorbed the negative energy of the tea pickers and completely overwhelmed Yao Tianjun.

Before long, the mountain began to wriggle like a heart, the roots of the tea trees were turning into electric wires bit by bit, and sparks were flashing everywhere.

Yang He had no time to care about anything else and summoned the copper coin sword to fly towards the suburban tunnel.

As the result approached, the heat wave hit us.

The copper coin sword could not withstand the residual power of the Golden Immortal's dojo, and the red rope broke. Yin Bao was almost seriously injured and fell to his Yin organ.

"Master Corpse, you really should practice some fire magic. It's a waste of Hanba's immortal body!!"

"Thank you for the reminder, Master."

Yang He quickly put away the copper coin sword and landed on the road.

Sizzle
The skin and flesh charred and fell off.

The asphalt had melted and the road surface was bubbling hot, as if you were stepping on lava.

Yang He witnessed the horror of the Golden Immortal. The Taoist temple contained terrifying rules. It seemed like it was just burning, but in fact, no matter how much fire resistance you had, you could not resist the smoke and fire.

After just a few steps, the bones were already overwhelmed.

Yang He's Three Corpses small world faced the dojo of the Golden Immortal of Daluo, and even though it was dozens of times larger than that of the same realm, it still seemed vulnerable.

After the protective black light held out for a while, it was also defeated.

Yang He did not panic. He communicated with the Nuo ghost through his spiritual consciousness and could vaguely sense the Ten Absolute Formations that could accommodate four to five million people.

He was certain that he could escape unscathed, all because of the Nuoxiang ghost.

The corpse leans against the flag fluttering in the wind.

Nuo Xiang. Fa Xiang Tian Di can transform evil spirits into ghosts based on refining them. Although Yang He has never tried it, since he is refining a corpse Taoist child, the transformation technique is naturally related to the corpse Taoist child.

The Corpse Taoist Child is the core of the Ten Absolute Formation, so it should be possible to use him to fight against Chi Jingzi.

Just like the seventy-two transformations, Yang He called the transformation technique obtained by refining the flesh and blood of the corpse Taoist child... [Corpse Immortal].

"Corpse Immortal!"

Yang He's steps remained the same, but his posture had become extremely strange, as if he was performing a Nuo opera before a sacrifice. It was a bit bizarre, after all, it was the most clumsy imitation of a saint by a mortal.

Chi Jingzi frowned slightly and looked at Yang He's clumsy Nuo opera.

"How ridiculous! Master Corpse, you are the face of the third generation of the Chan Sect. How can you be so rude? Learning something that ordinary people have already abandoned."

He had noticed Yang He's unique magical power since he entered the tea garden. It seemed like a combination of the Law of Heaven and Earth and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, but it also revealed an indescribable flavor everywhere.

"Taiyi Zhenren would not tamper with the Taoist tradition at will. Was it created by the corpse Taoist himself?"

"nondescript."

"Originally, the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharmakaya and the Dharma Heaven and Earth have already complemented each other. Even if I don't practice the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, it is enough."

Chi Jingzi guessed that Yang He didn't want to practice too many magical powers at the same time.

Just integrate the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts into the Law of Heaven and Earth.

"It's unnecessary. With your immortal body and three magical powers, you can still handle it with ease."

"No matter what means you used to achieve enlightenment, whether it was the Dao Fruit of the Chan Sect or the Dao Seed of the Jie Sect, you should not be completely reverent..."

Chi Jingzi stopped talking abruptly, as for some reason he suddenly had an idea.

Yang He became more and more proficient in Nuo opera, and unknowingly, he had incorporated the two previous experiences of facing the saint into his performance.

"Master Taiyi...haha, he has accepted an extraordinary disciple!"

"What kind of Taoism did you create?"

Chi Jingzi deliberately restrained some of his Yin energy, and the firepower of the Taoist temple was reduced by half.

He stared at Yang He intently, the latter's body-protecting mysterious light became clearer and clearer, and then countless spiritual patterns burst out from the corpse flag behind him.

The spiritual patterns gradually gathered on Yang He's face.

The strange Nuo mask was taking shape, presenting a creepy beauty. The Nuo mask was blank, with only the three eyes clearly visible, but the eye sockets were filled with deep and boundless darkness, containing the lingering charm of the Great Dao.

The corpse qi filled the sky, and even Chi Jingzi’s temple was not completely cleared away.

What is Nuo mask?

It refers to the special mask worn by the shaman when performing Nuo opera. The Peking opera and face-changing in later generations were more or less influenced by Nuo opera.

Nuo masks are usually divided into three categories: righteous gods, evil gods, and secular gods.

Chi Jingzi had indeed watched Nuo opera and recognized that the one worn by Yang He was more like an evil god, and was commonly used to play the role of evil spirits who died at the hands of saints.

As the Nuo mask became completely complete, its texture felt like old sheepskin eroded by time, or like silk soaked in corpse water.

The dark yellow color is mixed with corpse spots, and there are rotten blood vessels spreading on the surface.

Yang He's head was covered with a Nuo mask, his Taoist robe looked lifelike, and the 'corpse' on the flag was constantly oozing blood, which was extremely weird.

"..."

"Even if you rely on the Dao Fruit and Dao Seed, you shouldn't be able to create such a weird magical power."

Chi Jingzi was stunned for a moment. As a Daluo Jinxian, he almost lost his composure. He wished he could come down from the clouds to the ground to spy on Yang He's true strength.

"Not simple, the second disciple of Taiyi Zhenren is not simple."

He counted with his fingers and found that the origin of the corpse Taoist was related to Lingzhuzi. According to the legend of the Chan sect, he was an ancient corpse that was enlightened by Lingzhuzi.

But Chi Jingzi couldn't figure out the origin of the ancient corpse.

at this time.

Yang He was also in deep pain, from the moment he put on the Nuo mask and transformed himself into a corpse fairy, he had lost control and couldn't even stop the process.

The five senses went blank, and then a shadow appeared in my mind.

Spiritual vision is skyrocketing.

Yang He couldn't help but think of swallowing the Tao Seed. It was the same situation when he faced Tongtian Sect Master, as if he was visualizing an indescribable existence.

It turns out that this indescribable existence is myself.

"Damn it, this is definitely not the corpse Taoist child from the world of allusions!"

"Even if the Corpse Dao Child has the blessing of the Ten Absolute Formations, it is impossible for him to reach this level, so the phantom is... the Corpse Dao Child three thousand years later."

As soon as Yang He had the thought, the phantom in his mind took over his body through the corpse mask.

He felt like a sponge filled with water. Even though it could no longer hold any more water, it was still pouring in.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air as he breathed in and out of his mouth and nose.

Chi Jingzi's spiritual consciousness lost track of Yang He, and then a shadow suddenly appeared in the depths of the thick fog, a giant of twelve or thirteen meters tall.

The real body of the drought dragon is clearly two hundred meters long, but it is far less oppressive than the phantom.

The shadow's figure appeared particularly slender, his face was blurry, and his gray Taoist robe was dragging on the ground, making a sound like human skin.

An invisible fear permeated the tea garden, and all living creatures found it difficult to breathe, as if a big hand was strangling their throats.

The bird flew crookedly for a few meters, chirping in despair.

Then they fell one after another.

"Saint? No, it's impossible that he is a saint."

Chi Jingzi's first reaction was a saint. Nuo opera is indeed a ritual to call upon saints, but the tall and thin shadow is not any known saint.

The aura exuded is far from that of a saint.

The Corpse Immortal's life lasted only a breath before it ended. Yang He felt severe pain in his body and soul, and the Nuoxiang ghost almost lost his soul, so he quickly hid in the Niwan Palace.

"What is the ghost?"

"It's obviously a transformed ghost!"

Yang He didn't know why it was so difficult to control the Corpse Immortal. He was just like a bystander from beginning to end, let alone displaying it in the state of Law of Heaven and Earth.

"Is it because the canonization of the Corpse Taoist Child is not yet a set history? Or is it that I simply cannot bear the slightest bit of the Corpse Immortal?"

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He didn't know what the situation would be if he was a corpse immortal in the main world.

Yang He did not dare to be negligent. The three ghosts had injuries of varying degrees, but it was all worth it, and the relationship with the Chan Sect was not strained.

"Thank you for your mercy, I will never forget it!!"

Chi Jingzi was shocked and confused, watching Yang He stagger into the tunnel.

"The ancient corpse that gave birth to the Taoist corpse is probably from ancient times."

"Is it related to...?"

Chi Jingzi did not attack again. At this point, he would not get angry and kill the younger generation. Moreover, if it were traced back to past and present lives, it would be hard to say who was more senior between the two.

He carefully recalled the tall shadow, and the related memories were fading.

The threat posed by the tall and thin shadow is not as great as that of an immortal. After thinking about it for a long time, he still can't figure out why he feels that a saint has descended.

"Ah."

"What a shitty luck Taiyi Zhenren has."

Chi Jingzi glanced at the tea garden, and Yao Tianjun's remaining consciousness tried to suppress Yang Jiulang.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He waved his sleeves to clear away the flames, and the mountains were filled with flames.

Yang Jiulang occupied the tea garden and officially took over.

Chi Jingzi transformed into a streak of light and was about to leave when suddenly a red light flashed between his eyebrows and he looked towards the city with deep eyes.

"Randeng has joined the game?"

"Ran Deng reacted as soon as the corpse Taoist showed up. Isn't this just a coincidence?"

The escaping light disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)