Mythology

Chapter 80 The Terrifying Nuwa Dojo
The night was eerily quiet.

When Yang He noticed something strange at the end of the rope, his whole body tensed up.

He could allow himself to die in the main temple, but it must not be a tragic death, otherwise who knows whether he would be able to make it in time for the festival of the saint's advent.

"Could it be that the end is Nuwa's dojo?"

"No, I have to find a way to fake my death to avoid the evil spirit's attention."

Yang He was on high alert, summoning a ghost hand and hanging it in front of him.

The other casual cultivators noticed Yang He's nervousness and couldn't help but look solemn, realizing that the opportunity to become a saint's disciple was not so easy to get.

Sudden.

One by one, straw ropes slid down from the beams, and there were unexpectedly thirty-four extra straw ropes in the hall.

Yang He's face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated to the wall, fearing that there would be a blind spot in his vision and he would be killed by the evil spirit at the end of the rope.

The casual practitioners followed suit, not daring to make the slightest sound.

"By the way, what would happen if a living person crawled to the end of the rope?"

Yang He licked his lips. However, the story was about to be completed. When the permanent characters were generated, the Nuwa Taoist Temple should be the same as Qianyuan Mountain.

pat.

There was a sound of joints colliding.

There was clearly only one sound, but when listening carefully, it seemed to come from each straw rope, and it was unclear where the evil spirit came from to descend upon the main hall.

pat pat pat.

The movements became more rapid, and the speed at which the spiritual vision grew began to increase.

"Well."

The hungry man facing Yang He suddenly groaned, and the straw rope was wrapped around his neck. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of it.

"Help, save me."

The straw rope was gradually retracted amid screams, and Hungry Man disappeared.

The two Hushan immortals were so frightened that their faces turned pale. At least the evil spirits were visible and tangible, but the weirdness of the main hall was beyond their understanding.

The fox-faced dwarf bowed to Yang Heyi and said, "Master Dao, I believe you are a disciple of the immortal. Can you ask the soldiers to open the main hall? I will give you the opportunity to become a disciple of the saint."

"Yeah."

The rat-faced dwarf had a distorted expression, "My fellow apprentice deserves to die. Even if you don't do anything, we have no intention of letting him go."

As he spoke, he felt warm blood falling on his head.

Crash.

The blood, flesh and bones of the hungry man poured down from the end of the straw rope, and even his face fell at the feet of the two Toyama immortals, who retreated repeatedly.

It was as if someone was disemboweling the corpse at the end of the rope.

Yang He ignored the two immortals from Hushan and focused on looking for the pattern of the straw rope.

Since nine people have become disciples of the saint, it means that the straw rope is not a dead end.

The fox-faced dwarf gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, this person has an extraordinary background. He must know the truth about Nuwa Palace. Why don't we get closer..."

The words are not finished yet.

A straw rope was tied around the rat-faced dwarf's neck and pulled him to the end.

Yang He felt his hair stand on end. With the help of his psychic vision, he heard muffled curses above his head. The words were unclear, but it seemed that the speaker was complaining about the dwarf being too thin.

boom.

The only thing that fell was the skinned corpse, which was the rat-faced dwarf.

The fox-faced dwarf covered his mouth and nose, freezing in place, unable to move forward or backward.

Then he noticed a straw rope wrapped around Yang He's neck, his expression filled with indescribable despair, and realized that the latter was also unaware of the situation.

Yang He was extremely calm. He first used the pupil ghost to guide the Yin energy to fight against the straw rope.

But the effect is not obvious.

The old woman was definitely not an ordinary evil spirit. She was unable to resist the erosion of the straw rope. In just a short moment, her limbs became paralyzed and her flesh and blood withered.

"Oh shit!"

Yang He activated his corpse-transmuting immortal body, and the yang fire turned into yin fire. Instead of loosening the straw rope, it became more and more intense. Faintly, one could hear an old woman breathing heavily at the end of the rope.

"Is Nuwa's temple so evil?"

Yang He no longer hesitated. He grabbed his neck with his ghost hand and forced it to become invisible. He barely broke free from the rope, but the sound of him swallowing saliva could be heard.

"I don't want to die!"

The fox-faced dwarf rushed towards the main hall door, trying to break open the wooden blocks.

"Who can tell me why a saint would kill people?!"

As a result, he had only taken a few steps when his neck was wrapped three times. When the rope was lifted, half of his spine was pulled out.

Yang He's scalp tingled as he recalled everything that happened after the straw rope appeared.

Bang. The fox-faced dwarf's body fell, and the old woman threw it back to the main hall without skinning it.

The corpse had wide-open eyes and no wounds, as if it had seen an incredible scene before death, and its face had an absurd and self-deprecating expression.

While Yang He was stunned, another straw rope was tied around his neck.

"Is it...looking directly?"

"You can't look directly at the straw rope?!"

He closed his eyes, the old woman's murmurs stopped abruptly, and the straw rope loosened itself.

"It doesn't seem that simple. If not looking directly at the rope could prevent death, the boy's statue wouldn't have taken more than ten days to complete the nine-statue process."

"First, win the heart of the saint's disciple."

Yang Heyi patted the shadow under his feet, and the black cat spat out the living Buddha's corpse.

He carried the living Buddha's body in three or two steps to the altar.

I was just about to move the body up there.

The old woman started to act up again, and two blood-stained straw ropes came to Yang He's shoulders.

"No way to survive!"

Yang He increased the power of the ghost hand and pinched himself at the same time, causing the yang fire to dim, but the two straw ropes were still successfully broken free.

However, blood was already oozing from his mouth and nose, and his internal organs were in constant pain.

boom.

The living Buddha's body was successfully seated, and the pupil ghost attached itself to his heart, and through the wonderful method of eating yin and refining the internal organs, it guided the heart to transform into the heart of a saint's disciple.

The refining of the heart went smoothly, and Nuwa's face gradually grew.

pat.

This time it was three straw ropes.

Yang He's pupils dilated. He realized that even if he didn't look directly at the rope, it would fall within a certain period of time. If he wanted to break the impasse, there must be enough living people in the hall to serve as sacrifices.

The price he paid to break free from the ropes was getting higher and higher, and his internal organs had been severely damaged.

"Why does it feel like the old woman in Nuwa Dojo is fishing?"

The straw rope was not the most terrifying thing. An arm as white as mutton-fat jade had already stretched out, groping to take out the heart from the living Buddha's body.

"It should be in time."

Yang He felt the suffocating pressure and counted silently.

The moment when the heart of a saintly disciple is formed.

The ghost hand directly dug out the heart, and then restrained the aura emanating from the saint's disciple's heart.

Yang He let the rope pull him to the end, thereby avoiding the white jade arm, while his ghost body appeared behind him.

As he approached the end of the rope, he felt an inexplicable sense of trance.

Then a shocking scene came into view.

Yang He suddenly saw the Nuwa Taoist Temple.

In the thick fog, an old woman was fishing. Her skin was covered with wrinkles and she had thirty-four arms holding fishing rods, corresponding to the number of straw ropes.

Next to him were tools for gutting the fish.

The arm made of white jade extended from a distance, at least two or three hundred meters.

"hiss……"

Yang He took a deep breath, and the pupil ghost merged into the ghost body without hesitation.

For the first time, he tried to open the vertical eye between the ghost body's eyebrows.

Suddenly, three Yang Fires burned fiercely, and Yang Shou's speed visible to the naked eye decreased sharply, and a bright light leaked out from the gap of the vertical eye.

Yang He did not feel as if he was helped by God. Instead, his life span was exhausted in an instant.

Snapped.

The straw rope broke.

Yang He looked like a corpse, his skin and flesh tore apart after he fell to the ground.

The white jade-like arm seemed to have mysophobia and quickly retracted the end of the straw rope.

The old woman's mumbling became angry, but it seemed more like she was angry about the food being wasted.

After a while.

The main hall fell into deathly silence.

Yang He raised the corner of his mouth, and quietly put the saint's disciple's heart into the shadows. It seems that he still deceived the evil spirits in Nuwa's Taoist temple.

He closed his eyes to stabilize the yang fire and waited for dawn.

(End of this chapter)