Mythology

Chapter 120 Plague Qigong Practitioner

Yang He's heart was shocked.

The corpse-reincarnated immortal body showed signs of abnormality, which was extremely consistent with the plague eye of Emperor Haotian.

He could feel that, in fact, Puhua Tianzun was slightly superior to Haotian Emperor, but his supernatural power eye was mainly based on the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder after all.

After the corpse-reincarnation body becomes flawless, the only weakness that can be considered is perhaps the thunder method.

Even if Yang He chooses the magical eye, it is unlikely to make up for the defect, but it is a foregone conclusion that the pupil ghost will devour the corpse's immortal body.

Moreover, at the level of ghosts and gods, supernatural powers are all in line with one’s own abilities.

It's hard to tell exactly which is better.

In terms of talent and aptitude, few people can compare to Nezha, but when he was subsequently canonized, Nezha was not even in the first tier of heaven.

Yang He’s ghost pupils are only auxiliary, and his corpse-transmigration body is also auxiliary.

The ghost body is the support for proving the truth.

Therefore, Emperor Haotian, who also possesses three heads and six arms, naturally stood out. Even Yang He was already considering that if there was a chance, he would find a chance to become Emperor Haotian's disciple.

Yang He stared at Puhua Tianzun for a few breaths, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.

It seemed to be the Wen Zhong I had met before. I didn't expect that Master Wen would be so terrifying after being deified. Fortunately, I didn't offend him too much.

Click click click.

Cracks spread across the surface of the pupil golden elixir.

If it weren't for the nourishment of Yang Energy, the golden elixir would not be able to withstand facing the phantoms of ghosts and gods, and without realizing it, fifty or sixty years of its Yang lifespan had been consumed.

Yang He did not dare to hesitate any longer and controlled the pupil ghost to swallow the pupil golden elixir.

Buzz~~~
There was a roar in my ears.

Yang He seemed to see the shadows of ghosts and gods approaching him step by step. An indescribable feeling of oppression came over him, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.

His entire body was itchy, as if countless poisonous insects were crawling among his flesh and bones.

Then I smelled a foul odor in my nose.

There was a sickening stench mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and blood, and before my eyes I could see a large number of seriously ill mortals struggling to death.

Emperor Haotian became clearly visible, while the shadows of the other ghosts and gods disappeared.

Yang He trembled all over.

He sensed that Emperor Haotian exuded the charm of Tao in his every move, his aura was withering, and his mouth and nose exhaled an overwhelming poisonous fog.

The spiritual vision was indescribable. The body of Emperor Haotian was actually made up of countless diseased corpses. It did not resemble a human form. Pus and blood dripped onto the ground, corroding into smoking, pungent pits.

The third eye appeared and disappeared, accompanied by waves of endless wailing.

Yang He could not help but dry-heave. The end of his life span had no effect on him at all. Instead, his Taoism faith was almost broken by a trace of the remaining power of Emperor Haotian.

"At the time of the sect's story, Emperor Haotian would not have become a ghost or god, right?"

He forcibly suppressed the vitality that was about to end, ignored the shadow of Emperor Haotian, and focused his attention on the transformation of Tong Gui.

However, the influence of Emperor Haotian is still like a thorn in the flesh.

Yang He was clearly sitting cross-legged, but his mind was spinning and he was tumbling uncontrollably in the retreat room, feeling a sharp pain in his internal organs.

Emperor Haotian seemed to be able to sense Yang He’s pain.

The ghostly figure let out a low, inarticulate laugh, as if being pleased.

It was not until the golden elixir in the pupil merged into the pupil ghost that Emperor Haotian gradually disappeared from his mind.

"Fortunately, he is a corpse Taoist child. If he were in the main world, he would probably go crazy."

Yang He was breathing heavily, his hair had turned gray due to the exhaustion of his life force, and the appearance of Emperor Haotian was deeply imprinted in his mind.

When he recovered, the pupil ghost was already absorbing Yin energy to consolidate his cultivation.

"The Three Heavens Miaowei Heavenly Eye should be connected to Jiazi Tai Sui's Tongtian Eye. I...I used my spiritual vision to forcefully turn it into the Plague Eye of Emperor Haotian. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been tortured to death."

"Cough cough cough."

Yang Heyi touched his forehead and found that his temperature was extremely high.

"poison?"

“It’s more like a plague.”

"Damn it, I was just indirectly visualizing that Emperor Haotian would be infected with the plague? How terrifying are the true forms of ghosts and gods!!!"

While Yang He was in a daze, his internal organs began to fail.

The exposed skin was covered with acne, but the corpse-like immortal body showed no reaction at all, allowing the plague to corrode every inch of flesh and bones.

Yang He activated his corpse-transmutation body, and as a result, the plague became more active.

Corpses are the best breeding grounds for plague, and the immortal body of corpse is equivalent to a tonic. If it spreads in the main world, the entire Jialiang Water Town will become a living hell.

"Cough cough cough."

He reluctantly called the pupil ghost.

After the pupil ghost digested the golden elixir in the pupil, it has successfully been promoted to the realm of evil ghosts, which is what the world of allusions calls the realm of sitting on the elixir.

Yang He saw the yellow-green color of Taoism flashing in the pupils, as if two pupils, one big and one small, were intertwined and converged with each other.

Sometimes it turns into double pupils, and sometimes it turns into double eyes.

[Plague Qigong Practitioner: Pupil Ghost (Evil Ghost)]

Yang He murmured helplessly: "Plague Qigong practitioner, although it's just a prefix, it feels like the style of painting is completely different."

"Alas, I am the leader of the Chan sect after all, and I have fallen to such a state."

He was already extremely weak and was unable to delve into the specific changes in the evil ghost realm.

The retreat room echoed with a heartbeat like a drum.

"No, it would be a shame to die on the eve of the hanging. I have to hold on for a few days to see what the so-called hanging is like."

Yang He closed his eyes and rested, trying to keep the yang fire from going out.

His consciousness quickly fell into a trance. He could occasionally hear the daily bell ringing, but he no longer had the energy to confirm the number of times the bell rang.

After Pupil Ghost stabilized his cultivation, he immediately maintained Yang He's life.

A few short days seemed extremely long.

dong dong dong...

The twenty-eighth bell sounded like a death warrant. Before Yang He opened his eyes, footsteps approached from far away, and a pair of eyes that were assessing the situation were looking at him.

He was horrified. He never thought that there were still living people in Qianyuan Mountain.

The other party was mumbling something incoherently and came closer to check on Yang He. Yang He noticed that what he was muttering was the Taoist mantra for rebirth.

"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and I will be blessed by you all over the world."

"He who has a head will rise, and he who has no head will ascend!"

"Those with heads will rise, those without heads will rise!!"

The mantra of rebirth was hysterical, repeating the same words over and over again.

Yang He managed to get a glimpse through the pupil ghost, and saw a familiar old Taoist priest kneeling in front of him, applying a pungent potion all over his body.

"Master Taiyi?!!"

"wrong."

Yang He could tell the difference. The old Taoist priest's aura was completely different, he didn't have the iconic mole at the corner of his mouth, and his expression was a little dull.

The old Taoist priest was chewing flesh and blood in his mouth, and based on the medicinal aroma he could tell it was Daoji Dan.

Yang He realized that the old Taoist priest was not originally supposed to look like Taiyi Zhenren. After taking the Taoist elixir for a long time, his body and soul had been assimilated.

It won’t be long before it will completely become a new Daojidan.

"Dao... Daoist friend, what's your name?"

Yang He tried to muster up his energy and communicate with the old Taoist priest, but the latter continued to apply medicine and stick talismans on his limbs and forehead.

"Those with heads will rise, those without heads will rise!!"

Veins bulged on the old Taoist's forehead and he pinched Yang He's neck hard.

Yang He's life was already gone. Before the two ghosts could react, his neck was twisted off and his heart stopped beating.

"Those with heads will rise, those without heads will rise!!"

Under the old Taoist's gaze, Yang He's flesh and blood began to shrink.

Yang He felt no obvious pain. Under the influence of the mantra of rebirth, he even had the illusion that he was about to become an immortal.

After a long time, only white bones remained of his torso.

The head still retains its flesh, but its size is shrinking little by little, and thick red hair is growing on it.

Snapped.

Yang He’s fist-sized head fell off.

After the head becomes miniature, it looks like an ordinary ornament.

Yang He’s current condition is very strange. He is dead and cannot be deader, but his consciousness, which is about to dissipate, is attached to a miniature human head.

The power ghost has been destroyed, and the pupil ghost remains on the forehead in the form of a vertical eye.

"No wonder all the skeletons in the retreat room are headless. It seems that they were all taken away when they were hung alive."

The pocket-sized human head has the characteristics of a corpse-transmigrating immortal body and transforms into an extremely unique Yin object.

The old Taoist priest staggered to his feet, holding the miniature head, and slowly stepped into the wooden door in the wall. Outside the door was an endless corridor.

There are countless retreat rooms of various types on both sides of the corridor.

The old Taoist priest walked through the corridor with an expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing, and finally stopped in front of an iron door with a portrait of Yuanshi Tianzun on it.

The iron door opens.

Yang He looked shocked. The narrow room was filled with miniature human heads.

A large number of miniature human heads had iron hooks pierced through their jaws, half hanging with hideous faces, and their eyeballs were rolling around randomly.

"He who has a head rises above the rest, and he who has no head rises above the rest."

The old Taoist priest hung up Yang He's head and left the room.

Yang He could feel his miniature human head being tempered by Yin energy, slowly transforming into a Taoist golden elixir with the characteristics of a corpse-transmigration immortal body.

"Live and let's go, so this is the place where Dao Seed Golden Pills are mass-produced?!!"

[Your character "Corpse Dao Tong" has died, and the role-playing story has ended]

.........

Yang He returned to the main world and his mood could not calm down for a long time.

The weirdness of Qianyuan Mountain is still vivid in my mind.

[Whether you inherit the corpse boy's harvest, you will get the following benefits]

【Pupil Ghost (Evil Ghost)】

Yang He was not surprised to see that there were no Dao Seed Golden Elixirs among the harvest.

"The Dao Seed Golden Pill made from my own head must be compatible, but it will probably take some time to dry in Huodiao Temple. Next time I go to Qianyuan Mountain, I will go to Piyang Temple to take a look."

“Although Piyang Temple is only responsible for refining Taoist robes, the goal of refining weapons is the same. Maybe they have the method of refining corpse dragons and bone demons.

Yang He pinched his neck slightly uncomfortably and reached out to pat the black cat's butt.

Meow~~

The man and the cat were in perfect harmony with each other. Yang He fell into the mustard seed space of the black cat and began to welcome the promotion of his true body in the main world, the pupil ghost.

Emperor Haotian did not appear in Yang He's mind again, and everything happened naturally.

After two hours, he had left the mustard seed space.

Even because the pupil elixir no longer needs to withstand the erosion of ghosts and gods, the pupil ghost's foundation is obviously stronger and his body has also transformed.

However, Qigong practitioners mainly use Yin Qi, and the transformation of their physical body is subtle and gradual.

The next half month.

While Yang He was busy with his vegetable business, he was also distracted by thinking about the pupil ghost in the evil ghost realm.

The pupil ghost is different from the third level's Miaowei Heavenly Eye, so it is inevitable that some exploration is required, and the aura cannot be revealed, so progress is slow.

During this period, good news came from Fuyang Chamber of Commerce that Suwu Wenshengwen's other half was found.

It was being sent to Peibai City by escorts overnight.

(End of this chapter)