Mythology

Chapter 37: The Creation of Corpse Immortals
Yang He saw through the pupil ghost that the resentment in the coffin had almost become a reality.

dong dong dong.

The knocking caused ripples on the lake.

Taiyi Zhenren did not seal the coffin, it was simply that the corpse was unable to be reborn, causing the corpse's resentment to continue to accumulate.

When the cover is lifted, what kind of evil will emerge?
Yang He couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you mean that the corpse fairy is in the coffin?"

Taiyi Zhenren picked at the gaps between his teeth with his fingernails, half lying down and said, "Do you still remember how your master helped you get started in cultivation? The coffin is just like the alchemy furnace. You only need to get inside to be reborn."

Can it be the same?

Yang He's scalp tingled, but he also realized that this move might very well involve permanent characters. Perhaps the creation of the Corpse Immortal was the reward for completing the allusion.

The purpose of the Corpse Immortal does not seem to be to accommodate ghosts, but to transform the body through the corpse.

The Taoist boy is originally half human and half ghost, and this time he is probably no longer a human being at all.

"My disciple, do not hesitate any longer. The body in the coffin was originally sent to Mount Lingjiu. I am not sure when Randeng will come to take back the body."

"Well, from now on, if you encounter disciples from Lingjiu Mountain, remember to stay away from them."

Without waiting for Yang He to speak, Taiyi Zhenren took out the talisman and stuck it on Yang He's chest.

"This is a water-avoiding charm that allows you to breathe freely in water."

"Don't forget to say hello to your senior brother. After all, the destiny is his corpse when he was alive. Now that he has given it to you, you two can be considered brothers."

Yang He felt a chill down his spine. Nezha was still in the flesh.

greet?
Don't be in a bad mood when you wake up. You'll scatter the ashes of your junior brother.

Taiyi Zhenren noticed that the copper coin sword on Yang He's waist had pits on the sword body and the red rope was almost torn off by Sanshan Niangniang.

The third hand directly took the copper coin sword away.

"What kind of rubbish is this? I wonder who made it."

"Master, this is the only magic weapon I have to protect myself."

Taiyi Zhenren picked up a strand of black hair and wrapped it around the copper coin sword. "Go with peace of mind. I will help you refine a few things. Although it cannot become a magic weapon, it can add a bit of spirituality."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang He let out a long sigh, then jumped into the clear lake.

The lake water has been replaced by black hair, but the biting coldness remains unchanged. The black hair wraps around Yang He's limbs and neck like a living thing.

The yang fire crackled.

The ghost hand stretched out, grabbed a handful of tonic pills and stuffed them into Yang He's mouth.

Groups of ghosts swarmed over when they saw Yang He, but just as they showed their malicious intent, they were pierced through by Madam Yin's black hair one by one.

Yang He took out a ghost eye and carried it with him, then continued to go deeper into the clear lake.

"Damn it, if I don't die, I'll lose half my life."

He clenched his teeth, his skin was already showing some corpse spots, the tip of his tongue was covered in blood, he pushed aside the black hair and moved closer to the fetus.

The solitary boat was right above the fetus, and soon a faint light came into view.

The two Madam Yins swam around the fetus, and when they saw Yang He they did not stop them, and even used their black hair to tidy up the latter's clothes.

Gulu.

The flesh fetus made a noise.

Yang He swallowed his saliva. Only at a close distance could he feel the horrific pressure brought by the flesh fetus. Even Madam Yin was not so horrified.

Countless lotus root arms pointed towards Yang He, and the flesh rolled at the bottom of the lake.

"Greetings, Master...Brother!"

Yang He ignored the black hair that got into his mouth and said quickly, "Junior Brother, I am Yang He, a second-generation disciple of Jinguang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain. I have long heard that Senior Brother Nezha is extremely brave. It is better to meet him in person than to hear about him."

The fetus did not react, but quickly crawled to Yang He's side, and Madam Yin gently opened a path for Nezha.

Yang He did not move, and his gaze as he looked directly at the fetus did not reveal any sign of abnormality.

Although it is curious, it is still within the scope of cognition.

Gulu.

The lotus root arm stretched out towards Yang He, and once it touched the flesh, it turned blue-purple, and the Yang Fire became dim and almost dead. Yang He swallowed the big tonic pill with great pain, and then took out ten pills and handed them to the meat fetus.

The fetus hesitated for a few moments before taking it, and countless lotus root arms began to scramble for the tonic pill, giving people the feeling that it was indeed an unborn baby.

Yang He was afraid that his flesh fetus might accidentally kill him, "Brother Nezha, since I have taken your body, I will take my share of the hatred for your death. I will repay you in the future."

Click.

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the meat fetus stopped playing and clenched its arms into fists.

The black hair swept over like waves.

Yang He staggered backwards, and then saw the fetus return to its original position, continuing to reshape its body as it rose and fell with each breath.

He seemed a little hesitant, not knowing what Nezha's attitude was.

At this time, the black-haired man extended a lotus root arm to Yang He.

[Unformed alien arm]

[The Yin object derived from Nezha's reshaping of his body, its quality is far from perfect, and can be used to refine Yin objects (corpse puppets).]

The alien arm was full of restrained yin energy and looked like an ordinary baby's arm, but the powerful ghost in Yang He's body was extremely excited by it.

Yang He chuckled. The alien arm can be used to fill the ghost hand with flesh and blood, and there are five conditions for a powerful ghost to be promoted to an evil ghost.

The next step is just to build the bones, create the meridians and wrap the skin.

Yang He's mind moved slightly, and the alien arm quietly disappeared into the ghost hand. However, it was just a temporary grafting and still required careful practice.

"Brother, I can't take back my words once they've been spoken."

In fact, Yang He was just talking. Behind Li Jing was the Taoist Master Ran Deng. In the original work, Nezha wanted to kill his father as soon as he was resurrected.

As a result, the Taoist Master Ran Deng appeared and accepted Li Jing as his disciple, and gave him a pagoda to subdue Nezha.

The saying "recognize the pagoda as father" comes from here. As long as Li Jing dares to let go of the pagoda, Nezha will kill his father without hesitation.

"Haha, the tower is still there as long as the person is there, Garen's original form."

Yang He complained a few words to himself, then swam towards the coffin with great effort.

He swallowed the tonic pill for free, and his yang fire surged. His organs were once again on the verge of collapse, and pus and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

Madam Yin seemed to have received instructions from Nezha, and she took the initiative to promote Yang He.

After a while, the tattered coffin could be seen. The wooden structure was full of holes, but it did not fall apart.

Li Feng and others were wrapped in black hair and did not suffer any damage.

Boom!
Yang He's head swelled and a fine crack appeared on his skull.

dong dong!

Yang He's ribs broke.

He did not retreat to a safe distance, but grabbed his black hair and crawled towards the coffin, his bones gradually shattered into pieces by the impact.

It's just a abnormal physique of half human, half ghost. If it were anyone else, they would have been dead.

Yang He's limbs were already limp, and he was relying entirely on his ghost hands to move forward.

"Well."

Yang He pulled with all his strength and finally reached the coffin. The knocking stopped, but he could feel the corpse ready to go.

The corpse hates everything and wants to kill all living things.

Why couldn't he be born, why could Nezha, who was in one body, reshape his body, and why did he have to suffer the torture of eternal damnation.

Why! Why ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

The ghost hand gave a middle finger.

Yang He grinned and murmured: "I know you want to be born..."

"So here I am."

The corpse couldn't help but pause, then the ghost hand lifted a corner of the cover and stuffed Yang He directly into it, then closed it again.

(End of this chapter)