Mythology

Chapter 141 I Love Being a Spare Tire

Only Yang He was left guarding Nezha in the backyard, and the magic circle was already crumbling.

After Taoist Qingfeng and others left, the raging fire was mostly extinguished, and a very weak cough was heard from the cauldron.

Yang He shook his head. This was the true portrayal of Nezha.

Even when Lu Yue was blessed by the Plague Array, Nezha had to avoid its edge, not to mention that Nezha's injuries did not improve for a long time after being severely injured.

Meow~~

The black cat emerged from the shadows, and Nezha couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Civet cat, raccoon cat, you seem to be very relaxed. After ten years, you are still the same. No, you smell a bit more like stink bugs."

The black cat rubbed against the tripod, and Nezha stretched out his acne-covered arm to stroke its fur.

Yang He's eyes twitched, and Nezha's mood actually returned to calm. Because of the black cat, his injuries were actually alleviated.

"Junior brother, you don't have to pay attention to me. Uncle Jiang is more important."

Yang He consoled him, "Master, your situation is special. There is no better solution for now. I will try to treat your injury first."

dong dong.

Nezha knocked on the tripod unwillingly and didn't say a word for a long time.

Yang He maintained a steady supply of Yin energy to the tripod, but it could only barely ensure that Nezha's injuries would not worsen.

It seems that I have to mobilize more than 40% of the Yin Energy, which will inevitably affect my cultivation.

In fact, the karma fire can help to temper the Yin Qi, and the pupil ghost can complete its reconstruction, consuming a large amount of Yin Qi and even purify it.

"Junior brother."

Nezha sighed and said, "Tell the corpse Taoist not to come to Xiqi to wade into the muddy water. It is impossible to break the plague array."

"Alas, the corpse Taoist has been in seclusion for several years, and I don't know how he is doing now."

Nezha suddenly smiled and said, "Longxuhu, after I die, maybe half a spirit bead will be condensed. You can bring it to the corpse Taoist for me. It should be able to help him become an immortal."

Considering his age, Nezha, who is about seventeen or eighteen years old, has indeed reached the stage of being sentimental.

"Brother, you should have a good rest. I will take you out of Xiqi if necessary."

Yang He didn't say much, and Nezha fell asleep in the cauldron.

With a thought, the tripod changed to the size of a palm and was swallowed into his stomach. His yin organ appeared in the Niwan Palace, making it easier for him to mobilize his yin energy.

"Lü Yue said he would teach in person, but it's hard to say whether he will come. Just in case Nezha can't show up, so as not to let Brother down."

Yang He took out the Nine Dragon Island Seal again and hesitantly sent a message to ask for resources.

Karma fire is generated by the distracting thoughts of all living beings. In fact, many evil objects can fuel the fire. He only mentioned his own needs vaguely.

The seal was dim and Lu Yue did not respond at all.

"You're overthinking. Lu Yue is crazy right now. Jiang Taigong's influence is probably limited. He might have forgotten about it in a blink of an eye."

"It's better to go back to the main world and find a suitable Yin object."

Yang He’s mind moved, and a ghost body appeared behind him.

The shadows on the ground became extremely deep, and the smell of blood filled the air. The corpses of the plague messengers that had been eliminated earlier were still piled up in the mustard seed space.

The ghost body was ready to move, especially the second head, the corpse fairy head.

After getting Yang He's approval, the Corpse Immortal Leader transformed into a corpse flower and burrowed into the shadows, like a dead leaf falling on a mountain of mass graves.

With the help of the black cat, Yang He could see that more than a dozen huge corpses were emitting negative energy.

Followed by.

The corpse flower took root and sprouted.

The black cat was so scared that it kept panting. The Corpse Immortal Leader already possessed some of the qualities of an immortal, even if he represented the lowest level of corpse immortal.

While Yang He was comforting the black cat, he observed the changes in the ghost body.

The third arm of the ghost body grew rapidly.

Especially when the corpse flower absorbed Zhou Ji's body, the bulge on its ribs swelled, and it could be seen that the third arm was almost taking shape.

puff.

The bulge broke open.

Yang He closed his eyes and felt the feedback from the ghost body. His yang fire became vigorous and his physical strength increased by 20% to 30%.

He looked at the ghost body, which now had two heads and three arms.

The third arm is slightly thin, and because it is related to the Corpse Immortal Head, it is surprisingly similar to Yang He's corpse transformation.

The arms were covered in red hair, and the long, narrow nails were dark purple.

Yang He showed interest. The third arm did not have the ability to become empty or petrified, but the drought corpse poison contained in it had reached its extreme.

This is what it means to use the corpse-transmutation technique without reservation.

"It's better to call it... Poison Hand."

The fourth arm has already taken shape. After all, they are both bred by the Corpse Immortal Head, and the functions of the two arms should be the same.

As long as Yang He completes one more step, he will be able to advance to the Transformation Stage (Evil Ghost Stage).

In comparison, the pupil ghost can only proceed step by step.

Pregnant nest, forming silk, brewing poison.

Yang He had a headache because his foundation was too strong, which resulted in the area of ​​his Niwan Palace being four or five times that of other cultivators at the same level.

One can imagine how difficult it is to refine the Niwan Palace into an insect nest.

Yang He activated the Nine Refinements Gu Worm Technique, and a silver-white insect silk thread came out from the pupil ghost's mouthparts.

The insect silk was woven inside and outside the Niwan Palace, but after working for a long time, it only added a strand of silver, and it was unknown when the gestational nest would be completed.

Yang He suppressed his impatience. The difficulty of raising ghosts varied greatly. A potential ghost could make rapid progress if it had an evil corpse, but a pupil ghost would progress slowly.

He continued to retreat, not paying attention to the passage of time. Although he was unable to cure Nezha's plague, it would not be a problem for him to recover his intelligence.

Strands of silk merged into the Niwan Palace, and the silvery-white color spread.

suddenly.

Yang He smelled a faint stench of corpse.

He took the initiative to interrupt his practice, only to find that his eyelids were unusually heavy, his limbs were weak, and it seemed as if someone was whispering in his ears.

Meow! !

The black cat hissed and scratched Yang He's shoulder with its claws.

Yang He felt a pain in his consciousness, and a chill rushed to his head. After a simple calculation, he realized that the three days agreed with Lu Yue had arrived. When he regained consciousness, he saw an empty backyard.

"Something's wrong."

The alley outside the backyard was filled with dozens of ordinary figures.

Click.

The mortal heads fell to the ground at the same time.

Before they touched the ground, the heads grinned in unison, and then spider limbs extended from the broken necks.

Dozens of heads turned into human-headed spiders and pounced towards Yang He along the wall.

Yang He’s first reaction was the plague messenger from before. His poisonous hand quickly stretched out from behind him and grew wildly to four or five meters in the blink of an eye.

The poisonous dragon looked more like a python covered in red hair, with its mostly rotten mouth open.

Spit it out.

The grass and trees withered, spider-web-like cracks formed on the ground, the well in the corner collapsed instantly, and the water vapor in the backyard was drained out.

boom.

The human-headed spider that was hit first was crushed by the dragon's claws.

Yang He had a subtle expression as he noticed that the human-headed spider melted into foul-smelling pus after death, and there seemed to be countless faces twisted and struggling inside.

The tripod shook, and the human-headed spider seemed to be able to replenish the fire.

"Kuroko."

The black cat understood what he meant and swallowed the remaining human-headed spiders into the mustard seed space.

Yang He felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. There was a hidden gaze sweeping over him, mixed with a bit of malice, and the source was right in the lobby of the wine shop.

"Lv Yue really is providing resources. Could it be that he has already come to our door?"

Yang He knew he couldn't escape, so he walked towards the lobby cautiously.

Master Mingshan and his apprentice froze in place, and thin lines of blood could be seen on their necks. Once their heads fell off, they would inevitably turn into human-headed spiders.

They were still breathing, but did not dare to move rashly.

"Uncle Longxuhu, be careful with the package!"

Yang He looked around and noticed a rag package on the counter, which looked like Jiang Ziya's treasure bag, but seemed different.

The rags wrapped the body, which was dry and empty, and blood was flowing out.

The black cat smelled the stench and couldn't help but come closer to take a closer look.

Meow! !

The black cat let out a shrill scream, and only a little flesh remained on its neck. Fortunately, as it was an evil spirit, it had no vital parts, and its head and body healed accordingly.

"What the hell is this? Is this Lu Yue's personal instruction?"

Yang He didn't understand why. The rag package should have been left for him. Only because he got close to it, his head and body were not separated.

Snapped.

A bloody head fell out of the package.

To be precise, it was Lu Yue's child's head, with an expression as if he was dying, and his cloudy eyes were staring at Yang He.

The moment when Yang He's eyes met the child's.

The pupil ghost opened between the eyebrows and became extremely active.

Yang He did not stop the pupil ghost. More than a dozen ladybugs crawled into the child's mouth and nose, invisibly providing nutrients for the pupil ghost.

Originally, it could only produce one silk thread, but pupil ghosts began to be produced continuously.

There are more than a dozen silk threads at a time.

The Niwan Palace was transforming into a insect nest at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing into a silver-white texture, and the three souls and seven spirits could not help but be nourished.

In just a few breaths, Yang He's Niwan Palace was already one third complete.

The child's head gradually shrinks and wrinkles appear on his skin.

The facial features were squeezed together, and the mouth with exposed gums seemed to be grinning.

"Uncle!"

Mingshan clenched his teeth and held his head steady with both hands. The scene before him made his scalp tingle.

Yang He held the child's head unconsciously in his hands. His appearance became more and more unfamiliar, and his brows were already somewhat closer to the child's head.

"Master!!!"

Yang He forced himself to come back to his senses, and couldn't help but feel as if the world was spinning.

He was very familiar with it. It was exactly the same as the time when Jiang Ziya took over his body, but this time it was a bit like a case of the ugly woman imitating the ugly woman.

The child's upper and lower jaws were wide open, and there was also a vertical eye opened between his eyebrows.

The Immortal Slaying Flying Knife had split the eyeball in half.

"Dragon Bearded Tiger."

The child let out a piercing cry, "Master is teaching you how to practice the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique, why aren't you concentrating?"

"Longxuhu, don't you want to become an immortal?!"

Yang He said calmly: "Master, you don't want to take over your disciple's body, do you? Why don't you learn a few tricks from Jiang Taigong? Your skills are really unfamiliar."

"Longxuhu, the master will come back in three days. You are destined to..."

Yang He chuckled, and the pupil ghost once again absorbed nutrients from the child's head.

The Niwan Palace naturally completes the gestational nest.

Yang He's appearance has changed drastically, and his limbs have atrophied to a certain extent.

There was a flash of surprise in the child's eyes, and then he looked at Yang He deeply, and his head turned into ashes bit by bit.

"Master, welcome back."

Yang He watched the child leave with a bright smile.

"Lü Yue may not be trying to take over my body. He may want to refine me into an incarnation."

"Be a spare tire..."

Master Mingshan and his disciple listened to Yang He's strange laughter with shudders. They retreated dozens of steps, thinking that their uncle had gone mad.

"I love being the backup."

(End of this chapter)