Mythology

Chapter 79 Immortal Disciples Are All Monsters
Previously, there were only seven or eight independent cultivators willing to enter the main hall every night. However, as the number of statues of young boys was about to be sufficient, the hesitant independent cultivators decided to take the risk and give it a try.

There were more than twenty people in front of the door.

Their cultivation is generally at the innate realm (evil spirits).

As time passed, the sky became darker.

Zhou Ji didn't dare to wait any longer and signaled his soldiers to open the door of the main hall. All the cultivators smelled the greasy smell coming from it at the same time.

There was no light in the deep hall. One could see nine statues of boys with different expressions, a statue of a gentle girl, and...

A bloodstained straw rope hanging from the beam.

"As long as you sit on the altar before early morning, one of you can become a disciple of the saint."

"The rest of them will die, it's not too late to regret now, this opportunity is not something we mortals can covet."

When some independent cultivators heard this, they felt that they had little hope and turned away.

Zhou Ji glanced at the scattered cultivators and noticed a few familiar faces.

They had committed crimes in Chaoge and had seen the posted arrest warrant not long ago.

"Xia Xinghuai."

Xia Xinghuai was dressed like a scholar, looking gentle and elegant, with three eyes on his chin. He slaughtered many villages for his own selfish desires.

"I'm hungry."

Although the name "Hungry" is a bit strange, he is actually a strange man who is nearly two meters tall, skinny, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, and he loves to eat people.

"The Three Immortals of Toyama."

Three dwarfs hid in the crowd, smiling without saying a word. Their faces looked like both humans and animals, like a fox, a mink, and a rat, and they had been committing crimes.

Zhou Ji frowned. If Huang Feihu had not clearly stated that the saint's disciples did not look at their backgrounds, he would have wanted to send them to jail long ago.

He waved his hand, and the wandering cultivators entered the main hall one after another with flickering eyes.

"kindness?"

Zhou Ji didn't know if it was an illusion, but he noticed that there was a Taoist boy about eleven or twelve years old following closely behind him.

It seems to be...Yang He?
It's impossible. Taoist Yang's body is still underground. According to Wen Zhong's estimation, he woke up just before the festival.

Besides, Yang He is destined to become an immortal, so why should he wade into this muddy water?

dong dong dong.

The soldiers nailed the doors and windows shut again, and it was too late for Zhou Ji to confirm again.

As soon as Xia Xinghuai stopped, he began to comfort the other casual cultivators, "Don't be afraid, everyone. Although only one person can become a disciple of the saint, you can still leave the main hall if you survive until morning."

"I happen to be proficient in formations, so you can help me set them up."

Several figures walked towards Xia Xinghuai.

puff.

The window paper cast the shadow of a fallen head, blood flowing. Xia Xinghuai chuckled morbidly, grabbed the body and dragged it to the corner.

Then the main hall was in chaos, and Hungry opened his bloody mouth and bit four people to death.

The three immortals of Toyama were also fighting for the corpse.

The stench was everywhere and the wide open space meant there was nowhere to hide.

Xia Xinghuai's exposed skin was covered with various pupils. "I will refine you into magical instruments to use. When you become the saint's apprentice, you will naturally benefit from it as magical instruments."

Hungry laughed and said, "That sounds nice, but I never show mercy when killing people."

The Three Immortals of Toyama laughed strangely.

They intentionally or unintentionally kept a distance from each other, dividing the power of the ordinary cultivators.

Before long, the main hall was covered in blood.

At this moment, Xia Xinghuai noticed a Taoist boy in the corner watching coldly. Judging from the aura he exuded, he was only at the post-natal realm.

But the Taoist boy's attitude was cold, he showed no fear, and his expression seemed as if he didn't care at all.

"What is his origin? If he has a master, why would he come to Nuwa Palace to try to find an immortal? No, I have to test it out."

Xia Xinghuai was suspicious by nature, and when he saw that the Taoist boy was close to the Three Immortals of Hushan, he opened his eyes, controlled the long whip of the Yin Instrument and swung it at the Taoist boy, while shouting: "Three demons, you left me a fresh corpse to refine weapons? Not bad!"

The sable-faced dwarf snorted coldly, transformed his body into a beast and pounced towards the Taoist boy.

Xia Xinghuai fell back half a step and used the sable-faced dwarf to test the Taoist boy. Anyway, at most he would lose a corpse of a Xiantian realm. Well, at the age of eleven or twelve, his yang energy was not full and he would not be of much use in refining weapons.

He looked at the Taoist boy again, who seemed to be frightened and didn't move.

But just as the sable-faced dwarf's sharp claws were about to touch the Taoist boy, Xia Xinghuai's pupils shrank and an indescribable throbbing surged in his heart.

A ghost hand appeared behind the Taoist boy. It was more than two meters long, with blood vessels and blue veins covering its surface, and an open pupil on the palm.

"you……"

The sable-faced dwarf lost his composure, and Yin energy enveloped his claws, resulting in a sound of bones colliding, and his arms were instantly twisted and deformed.

"help me!!"

The ghost hand pierced through the sable-faced dwarf's skin and flesh and grabbed his beating heart.

It was not until this moment that Xia Xinghuai realized that the Taoist boy was definitely a disciple of an immortal, and only a disciple of an immortal could be such a... monster.

It's absolutely indistinguishable from evil spirits.

boom.

The sable-faced dwarf's heart exploded and his body fell on the floor tiles stained red by bloodshed.

Xia Xinghuai was on guard against the ghost hand and retreated several meters.

"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. If you want to become a disciple of a saint, I, Xia Xinghuai, will be there to assist you, even if I die for it..."

Before he could finish his words, the stone arm had already grabbed Xia Xinghuai's neck.

Click.

Broken neck.

Yang He ignored the other wandering cultivators and searched the two corpses for a while, and found that Xia Xinghuai was carrying two volumes of magic.

"When a cultivator in the anecdote world dies, the ghost inside him will just turn into ashes. What on earth has happened in the past three thousand years?"

He sat in the corner flipping through books, one of which was the book on Tonggui's Qi-gazing technique.

Xia Xinghuai's Taoist tradition is more complete than that of the Taoist priests in the martial arts world. It records the first two realms, but from Yang He's current perspective, it is full of loopholes.

Come to think of it, he was a disciple of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the triple-level Miaowei Heavenly Eye was said to have come from the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

The lack of Taoist heritage in the main world can be compensated by the combination of humans and ghosts.

The independent cultivators in the world of allusions are worse than dogs and will become cannon fodder when the Conferred Gods War begins.

Yang He was unable to achieve a dimensionality reduction attack against a cultivator of the same level, which only proved that his cultivation was in vain and he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

"The other volume of blood refining method is quite interesting."

The method is called "Blood Sacrifice Method for Weapon Cultivation", which is more comprehensive than the Three Hearts Blood Refining Method, and even involves how to sacrifice blood on living people to upgrade the Yin weapon to Yin treasure.

Xia Xinghuai killed people just to make his penis more powerful.

Yang He played with the whip, which could barely be considered a low-grade Yin weapon, and then exchanged it for spiritual vision to ponder the contents of the blood sacrifice weapon cultivation method.

"I'm just sitting there doing nothing. It will probably take a while for danger to come."

When the wandering cultivator saw Yang He staying in the corner by himself, he hurriedly made preparations.

Every now and then, a cold wind would blow through the hall.

The straw rope swayed continuously.

Before we knew it, the greasiness in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

Yang He put away the book, and felt a vague gaze sweeping over him, but it did not come from a few casual cultivators, but from the end of the straw rope.

Tong Gui subconsciously looked towards the end of the straw rope, and half of his face was looming.

She is an old lady with sagging lips due to missing teeth, an old lady who has nothing to do with Nuwa in any way.

Yang He's scalp tingled, and when he tried to check again, the old lady's face had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)