Mythology

Chapter 275 The Second Heavenly Monarch

Seawater was gushing out of the aquarium's tunnel, and the glass was about to shatter completely.

In the dark and boundless sea, there were only some remains of water fish and the deformed elephant that the old man Kong Xuan transformed into.

The paint on the surface of the elephant skin has fallen off and it is no longer white. Instead, it is covered with dense pustules and the flesh and bones are gradually collapsing.

Moo~~

Under the impact of the sea water, the elephant turned into pus and blood, splattering everywhere.

The statue of Nuwa stood there, as if it had lost all its spirituality, until Yang He played the role of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha again, and the statue began to emanate vitality.

When Yang Heyi opened his eyes, he saw the tunnel that was about to be destroyed.

A very strange long cry came from the hall. The pink and white walrus was still at the entrance and would not let Yang He leave the tunnel at all.

The frequency that causes the increase in clairvoyance is comparable to an electrocardiogram.

"Damn it, Kong Xuan is really doing something evil. It seems he has violated the aquarium's taboo."

Yang He cursed in his heart, this trip was just for the sake of gaining merit. If he could use the help of the zoo to gain a thousand years of life, he might be able to break through to the fusion realm.

Although the Immaculate Ghost Buddha cannot condense a small world, it is enough to explore the way forward for cultivation.

"Kong Xuan, just wait and see. Anyway, there is plenty of time to deal with you."

"As long as you, the Ten Deadly Ghost, don't die, the Five Colored Ghost still has a chance!!"

Yang He understood that he could no longer remain immune to the problem. The Taoist Master Ran Deng had already targeted all the permanent characters, and he would definitely be restricted in every way from now on.

He hurriedly infused Yang Shou into the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Sutra, and immediately his realm returned to the initial stage of entering Guixu Realm, with the Three Souls God hanging behind him.

The three grass-headed gods of bear, lion and tiger protect against the erosion of sea water.

The seven spirits trapped in the zoo did not turn into ashes, but were instead confined to various parks because of the zoo's ghost zone.

Yang He could take it back at any time, but after careful consideration, he decided to let the Seven Souls God go.

The Seven Souls God stayed in the zoo so that he could keep an eye on the situation outside and at least know the progress of the ten sons of the Yang family in occupying the ghost realm.

Yang He continued to go deeper into the tunnel, intending to get a glimpse of the true nature of the aquarium.

He was also somewhat worried about the Flesh and Blood Subway.

He had informed Yang Jian and others in advance through the Flesh and Blood Metro that the monks of the Chan sect should be wary of Kong Xuan, but he was not sure whether the Flesh and Blood Metro could escape unscathed.

“I hope the Flesh and Blood Subway is okay. The negative energy accumulated inside is related to further progress.”

Yang He walked through most of the tunnel and before he could communicate with the flesh and blood subway, he noticed that the oncoming sea water had become extremely fishy and smelly.

How should I put it? It doesn't look like sea water at all. It's more like a formalin pool for soaking corpses.

"kindness?"

Corpses slowly floated over, all dressed like aquarium keepers.

The corpse looked like a giant, with its chest and abdomen open, its organs seemed to have been hollowed out, and its white eyes stared at Yang He.

Yang He's little finger fell off and turned into a snake ghost to block the corpse.

The corpse shattered at the slightest touch, and the flesh and bones were as soft as tofu. The sea water became even more filthy, and the fishy smell was almost suffocating.

As Yang He swam, his spiritual vision began to grow unnaturally.

He suddenly noticed changes in his surroundings. The originally smooth glass rippled with the water, and blood vessel-like lines appeared on it.

It seemed as if the entire tunnel was turning into flesh.

Yang He's heart sank, realizing that things were far more bizarre than he had imagined.

The end of the tunnel looks a bit strange, and it doesn't seem to lead to the White Elephant area at all.
He reached out and touched the wall. It felt warm and sticky, as if he was touching the inner wall of some living thing. He couldn't help but have an ominous premonition.

"Damn it, is there some evil spirit inside the aquarium?!!"

"impossible."

"The Western Suburbs Zoo is led by one of the Ten Heavenly Lords. Isn't the Heavenly Lord's head deep in the man-bear's throat? How could there be such a terrifying evil spirit?"

Yang He thought about it carefully and found that some of the rules of the Western Suburbs Zoo were indeed very awkward, especially the aquarium which seemed out of place there.

At this moment.

The entire tunnel began to shrink violently, as if a giant creature was swallowing something. The incomparable suction force pulled Yang He to the end.

Yang He tried to struggle, but his cultivation in Guixu Realm was totally not enough.

Then everything went black in front of his eyes and he felt himself falling uncontrollably. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally reached the bottom.

When Yang He regained consciousness, he found himself in a pure white space, with half of his body immersed in sea water. The space around him was boundless, leaving him confused for a moment.

The sea water was filled with a faint fragrance, which was in stark contrast to the previous fishy stench.

"What the hell is this? It should be an evil stomach?"

“Perhaps the entire aquarium is filled with evil spirits.”

Yang He raised his right foot, and his limbs had already shown signs of dissolving. The acid water in the pure white stomach had extremely strong solubility.

He was not too worried. As long as his life span was not ended, he would be immortal.

Now, the ten sons of the Yang family can provide themselves with a continuous increase in life span, so they will not die, and they may even have surplus life span.

"The situation over at the Flesh and Blood Subway doesn't seem optimistic."

Yang He was not in a hurry to investigate the stomach and intestines. His consciousness was communicating with the flesh and blood subway. The most urgent task was to save the tool man, otherwise there would be heavy losses.

.........

The flesh and blood subway travels between platforms. Evil corpses are constantly thrown into the front of the train, and each carriage grows thick limbs.

Three of the twenty-four carriages were missing, and the rest were also covered in blood.

In the darkness behind the carriage, there was a red light following the flesh and blood subway. It was the incarnation of Kong Xuan dressed as a noble lady. At this time, the incarnation had grown to over five meters tall and was crawling on all fours.

“Hahaha, hand over the incarnation of the Corpse Taoist and I can spare your lives!!”

Kong Xuan's eyes were red, and he looked like a lizard covered with feathers. He seemed not to notice the five-colored divine light that Yang He had stolen. He opened his mouth and spit out fire feathers that fell on the carriage like a torrential rain.

All the true disciples of the Chan sect suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Nezha's lower body has disappeared, and he is only relying on the karmic fire to keep himself alive.

There was a gap on Yang Jian's forehead, through which one could see the gleaming Niwan Palace. The severe injury inflicted on the Grass-Headed God had affected his body and soul.

Yang He was unable to directly control the Flesh and Blood Metro, and he swept away the Chan sect monks inside, and their number dropped sharply by 20 to 30 people. At the same time, Feng Xuan was nowhere to be found, and he was most likely killed by Kong Xuan.

His face was gloomy. Although Feng Xuan was qualified to be on the list, he died before becoming an immortal, which would inevitably affect his future canonization as an immortal god.

"Kong Xuan!!!"

Yang He roared silently, and smoke billowed from the front of the flesh-and-blood subway car.

The monks knew that Kong Xuan came for the corpse Taoist, but they did not feel angry or resentful. After all, the reason why two or three hundred people of the Chan Sect survived was because of the flesh and blood subway.

The Jiejiao sect lacks shelter, and ninety-nine percent of its disciples have become nutrients for the List of Gods.

The Taoist corpse's reputation in the orthodox school is now slightly higher than that of Yang Jian, and he is somewhat regarded as the number one person below the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Yang He's expression was uncertain, and he no longer even cared that he was in the White Elephant District.

"No, if we don't make a choice, all the Chan sect monks will die, and there is a huge amount of Yin energy in the carriage."

He no longer hesitated, and the carriage where the Third Prince was placed moved.

No one noticed that the Third Prince's finger fell on the railroad track, and then the fire feathers in the sky disappeared, and the sound of chanting scriptures stopped abruptly.

Kong Xuan snorted coldly and stopped, bent down to pick up the finger, and after confirming that it was related to the corpse Taoist, he couldn't stop smiling and quickly left the platform.

The bloody subway returned to calm, and the dilapidated carriages slowly recovered.

All the cultivators were shocked and confused, except Yang Jian who seemed to be thinking about something. He glanced at the carriage where the Third Prince was, shook his head and said no more.

.........

Yang He realized that Kong Xuan came for the corpse Taoist.

"What is Kong Xuan's purpose? He has no grudge against the corpse Taoist boy in the past or in the present."

He had no other choice. Even if he held on to Kong Xuan, he would still succeed. It would be better to stop the loss in time, and even take advantage of it to trick Kong Xuan.

"Haha, as a permanent character, the corpse boy is a hot potato."

"If Kong Xuan wants to take over my body, I can reluctantly delay the creation of the Qiankun Yanyue Intestines character and take you in as my own."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and after a long time he turned his attention back to the White Elephant Area.

After a brief delay, a cold wind swept through the White Elephant area, and ripples appeared on the mirror-like surface of the sour water.

"Something's wrong."

Yang He took several steps back, then gave up his body below the neck without hesitation.

The remaining head fell into the water.

Without any signs, countless translucent umbilical cords fell from the pale and flawless dome.

In the center of the umbilical cord, stood a three-meter-tall pure white elephant, giving Yang He a sense of oppression comparable to that of a human bear as an administrator.

Yang He was slightly stunned, and repeatedly sensed the breath of the white elephant.

"Another Ten Heavenly Lords?"

Moo~~

The elephant skin looks like rice paper that has been soaked for thousands of years, with white blood vessels all over it, and acid water constantly dripping from its open mouth.

Whoosh.

Yang He's abandoned body was rolled into the elephant's mouth.

Its head had no soul and its aura was just like that of an ordinary dead rock. It just managed to avoid the white elephant and lay dormant in the water.

"Fortunately, we didn't bring Heizi here, otherwise he would have died for sure."

The white elephant chewed and neighed happily.

What concerned Yang He the most was that at the end of the trunk there was a distorted human face. The facial features looked like they were randomly put together by a child, with the left eye hanging upside down and the right eye standing upright.

[The remains of Bai Tianjun’s soul]

[Originally, it was part of the soul of Bai Li, the Ten Heavenly Lords. Under the influence of the Ten Absolute Formations, it has become a mindless evil spirit.]

"In other words, there are two remnants of the consciousness of the Ten Heavenly Lords in the Western Suburbs Zoo?"

"hiss."

"No wonder Yang Jiulang's occupation of the park did not attract the attention of the human bear. The two Ten Heavenly Lords are likely to be in a state of restraint with each other."

The erosion brought by the white elephant is becoming more and more terrifying, as if all the colors will be taken away.

Yang He’s life span was shortened rapidly, and he soon could not make ends meet. Soon all that was left was a bumpy skull, with only a hint of life left.

After his life span dropped to half a month, the white elephant gradually disappeared.

Yang He seemed a little helpless.

If you abandon the wreckage and return to the main world, it will be difficult to come to the aquarium again. If you don't abandon the wreckage, you will have to rebuild your body bit by bit.

Unless the ten sons of the Yang family make a big move, it will not be enough to live longer.

"Wait a minute, let's talk about it before the Ten Absolute Formation completes the reconstruction of the body after the sixth expansion."

"It would be best if we could kill both of them at the same time!"

The only thing Yang He could do was to communicate with the flesh and blood subway and let his comrades use the telephone booth on the platform to contact the ten sons of the Yang family.

But it is difficult to say how the ten sons of the Yang family will perform specifically.

(End of this chapter)