Mythology

Chapter 171: Powerful Ghost [Three Corpse Ghost Domain]

"Do each of you carry the Taoist inheritance with you?"

Yang He suddenly spoke.

Miao Ye couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at Yang He who didn't make any response, he just thought that the corpse baby was as stupid as Queen Jiang.

As the stalagmites approached the Phoenix Bed, the Yin Gathering Formation was torn into pieces.

Miao Ye was prepared to see Yang He in a state of brokenness, but he noticed that a tangible Yin energy was bursting out of the latter's body.

Yang He had no intention of holding back and directly used the magic of heaven and earth.

In an instant.

The Ghost Prince, who originally only reached the waist of an ordinary person, suddenly grew in size.

Tian Mingyu collapsed to the ground with fear, realizing that his guess was true. Then a huge shadow covered the entire bedroom.

Snapped.

Yang He swung his arms vigorously, and with a sharp whistling sound, he crushed the stalagmite directly.

Miao Ye's smile froze and he looked ahead in disbelief. The dead baby's head had already hit the beam of the house, at least six or seven meters away.

It is definitely not an evil spirit, it must be from the immortal family.

Otherwise, how could one master such supernatural powers as the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharmakaya?
Before Miao Ye could react, Yang He had already reached out and grabbed him. His arm tore through the air and came with a terrifying impact.

He quickly activated his genitals, and 30% of his flesh, blood, and bones flowed into the seal in his palm.

A lifelike stone statue replaced himself, and then Yang He pinched its head, the pupils opened on the surface of the skin, and the nails contained poison.

Miao Ye felt relieved. This Yin-traveling device was called Stone Man, and its texture was extremely hard. It could not be broken by the Taihua Realm. It would stick to the skin and flesh after contact, causing the person to be restricted in movement.

He glanced around and found that the other monks had already bypassed him.

"damn it!"

The monks wanted to take advantage of the corpse baby's lack of time to attack and kill Queen Jiang.

Kaka...

Suddenly, Miao Ye felt a sharp pain in his soul, and his consciousness lost the ability to sense the stone man.

He quickly turned his head to look, only to see that Yang He was twisting it hard as if he was holding a toothpick, and his penis could not bear the weight and cracks spread.

Snapped.

Yang He threw away the shattered penis, and the flying fragments pierced through the chests of three or four people, killing the cultivators who had not even reached the Zuodan realm instantly.

Miao Ye did not dare to be negligent, and a stone pillar grew out from the palm of his hand.

The evil ghost he contained was called the Corpse Ghost. Its magical power of earth-moving technique could be used for both attack and defense. If it was really defeated, it could also escape. So it was not panicking at all.

The stone pillar was extremely sharp and pierced through Yang He's shoulder with a "whoosh" sound.

Miao Ye couldn't suppress his joy. The erosion of the earth technique made it difficult for the wound to heal, and blood was flowing out all the time. According to Yang He's dim yang fire, he would soon die from this.

But then the joy disappeared and Yang He reached out and touched his shoulder.

What erosion?

The ladybugs rushed to block the wound, not giving the corpse ghost any chance to perform.

Miao Ye secretly thought that this was not good. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't hurt Yang He. So he simply escaped for the time being and came back when everyone was fighting.

He touched his forehead with his index finger and half of his body sank into the ground.

"What are you thinking? You want to burrow in front of me?"

Yang He leaned over and grabbed Miao Ye's neck, kicked his legs apart with his left foot, twisted and turned, and almost pulled his spine out.

"Bullying me because I was eight years old and weak?"

Eight years old?

You call this eight fucking years old?!
"Save me! If you don't...if you don't kill him, all of you will end up with nothing!"

Miao Ye begged for help heart-wrenchingly, but Yang He had already assumed a horse stance, treating Miao Ye like a sandbag.

bang bang bang...

Five arms beat on Miao Ye's chest and abdomen, and a dull sound like a gong was heard.

Miao Ye's skin was torn and flesh was exposed, but his yang fire was not affected. He only felt sore and weak.

Yang Heyi let go and he fell to his knees.

Am I not dead?
Hahahaha, I’m not dead!
Miao Ye stumbled to his feet, only to be met with the astonished gazes of the monks.

"I……"

Miao Ye walked a few steps when a ladybug crawled out of his nostril.

At this moment, he noticed that there were countless ladybugs crawling between his skin and flesh. He tried to get rid of the Yin energy, and the overwhelming swarm of insects poured out of his mouth and nose, and his limp human skin fell off.

Who could have imagined that a living person would be eaten up in just a few moments.

"run!!!"

Faced with such a monster, the Zudan realm knew they were not qualified to threaten Yang He, so they rushed towards the nearest doors and windows without hesitation.

The other three people in the Taiyuan realm were a little hesitant and were in a dilemma for a moment.

Yang He grinned grimly and punched someone on the head.

The headless corpse was blown away, its flesh and brains splattered, its limbs twitching, but it still maintained the running posture for a long time.

Yang He was like playing whack-a-mole, hitting them one by one without giving them time to regret.

The advantage of having three heads and six arms is fully utilized in the narrow room. No matter how far away the creature is, it is only two or three steps away. Usually, the creature has become a corpse just when the genitals are taken out.

Tian Mingyu survived the disaster and hid in a corner alone.

He wanted to cry but had no tears. He should have stayed away from Chaoge earlier. Since he had already seen that something was wrong, why did he still continue to be greedy?

Tian Mingyu immediately noticed that Feng Jinsong, who was at the most experienced Transformation Stage, was not panicked.

Feng Jinsong reminded in a deep voice: "The corpse infant has innate magical powers, but its seven or eight-year-old body is too weak. It will be good for us to continue to delay. You two should cooperate with me."

He had his hands behind his back, his skin flashing with lightning.

Ghostland?

Tian Mingyu's heart was shaken, the weak spot of the corpse baby might be the ghost realm.

Perhaps three heads and six arms, supernatural powers, and spiritual pupils can all be born with us, but only the ghost realm requires a long period of practice to master.

He saw that Yang He was not evil at all, so he could not be immune. In the world of allusions, the ghost realm is usually called a great supernatural power, which is correct in a sense, and it is a manifestation of the great success of the Taoist practice.

Feng Jinsong became a disciple of Wang Mo, one of the Four Saints of Jiulong Island.

He is good at thunder magic, and the ghost realm naturally tends to thunder magic.

"It stinks like a corpse. It's something that is intolerable to heaven. Haha, even if it's not evil, it will definitely be restrained by thunder magic."

Yang He had already taken three or two steps closer, and Feng Jinsong calmly moved half a meter to the side.

"Photography!"

Feng Jinsong's tongue suddenly exploded in his mouth. There was a price to pay for using the ghost realm, otherwise the evil spirits in his body would backfire and cause him to go astray.

"thunderstorm."

Lightning flashed past.

Thick clouds covered the bedroom, and vaguely one could see a ghostly figure shaped like a monkey flapping its flesh wings and moving around inside.

Yang He stopped and recognized that what Feng Jinsong was accommodating was reggae.

Reggae are created when a vicious person who is about to be executed dies from a lightning strike. Reggae are extremely rare, at least he has never encountered one in the main world.

sizzle.

The majestic thunder formed bright golden threads that surrounded Feng Jinsong.

Two Transformation Realm monks, one on the left and one on the right, summoned their magical instruments to draw the lightning. Suddenly, the thread wrapped around Yang He, and light burst out from it! !
The thunder drowned Yang He, and he could smell a faint burnt odor.

Feng Jinsong chuckled, "It's a pity that a body that is good for refining medicine will no longer be of any use after being baptized by thunder."

Tian Mingyu was secretly amazed, it was indeed a great supernatural power.

In fact, many cultivators find it difficult to use the ghost realm even if they have reached perfection in the evil ghost realm, mainly because they are afraid of backlash.

It takes a long time for humans and ghosts to get used to each other, which is the ultimate manifestation of supernatural powers.

Skill is close to Tao!
Tian Mingyu's mind became active again. That was a murderous ghost. He was not greedy. Two or three fingers would be enough...

"I see."

Tian Mingyu frowned slightly and heard a mixed murmur as the thunder burned.

Wait? The consciousness of the corpse baby was not obliterated by the ghost realm?
"Well, I still have to thank the seniors for sharing their experience, otherwise it would take me a long time to figure it out."

Feng Jinsong snorted coldly, feeling a little more doubtful in his heart. He subconsciously retracted the ghost domain, and immediately a familiar breath leaked out from it.

The dead baby was actually imitating the method of activating the ghost realm, and its movements were extremely awkward.

"hehe."

"When using a great divine power for the first time, one must endure unimaginable fear. The fear of losing one's soul if one is not careful..."

Yang He tilted his head, the yang fire was about to go out, the thunder did restrain the corpse baby, but Feng Jinsong's ghost domain was indeed a bit sparse and normal.

"Let me show you what great supernatural powers are."

The powerful ghost stepped into the small ghost domain, and a rib was shattered into pieces as a price.

fear death?

nonexistent.

Perhaps there are countless possibilities for the three ghosts to retaliate.

But the only thing that cannot be possible is fear of death, the three ghosts have already become numb to death.

Yang He cancelled the state of Fa Tian Xiang Di, and the breath of the powerful ghost spread. Everyone present could smell the creepy stench of corpse.

Or in other words, corpse fragrance.

They swallowed at the same time and heard Yang He's mumbling to himself.

"It is said that people have three corpses. If you cut off all of them, you will be immortal. The upper corpse is Peng Ju, which is in the Niwan Palace. The middle corpse is Peng Zhuan, which is in the abdomen. The lower corpse is Peng Jiao, which is in the stomach."

"Well, I talked about a lot of random things, mainly because of this."

"My great magical power should be able to involve the three corpses."

“So I call it the Three Corpses Realm.”

Feng Jinsong's face changed drastically. He didn't care about Yang He's nonsense, but the ghost realm was indeed appearing, and then his back felt inexplicably itchy.

He didn't know when a face appeared on the back of his head.

puff.

His face and eyes were filled with resentment. Then a pair of arms grew out of Feng Jinsong's ribs, tightly grasped his neck, and snatched control of his body.

It’s like another self suddenly appeared.

The most terrifying thing is that the other self can use Yin energy and even communicate with reggae. It is impossible to escape by relying on the power of both sides.

Feng Jinsong opened his mouth in despair, his arms propped up his upper and lower jaws, his skull unable to bear the weight.

"No!"

Yang He looked around and found that all the cultivators were in the same situation, like conjoined twins.

"Interesting, but unfortunately the Three Corpses Ghost Domain is limited by two mortal heads, and the small ghost domain is just beginning to develop, so the power is barely satisfactory."

"I don't know what kind of ghost realm the pupil ghost can give birth to?"

Yang He did not hold back and killed the monks who were killing each other one by one.

Queen Jiang is still sleeping.

This time, Yang He played the role of the Ghost Prince and carried a tripod. He then summoned the Yin instrument, comforted Queen Jiang a little, and put it into the tripod.

When he opened the door, the monks outside the palace had already disappeared.

Uh...

The wind was blowing hard and the falling leaves were sweeping across the city, bringing fear to the people.

Yang He looked towards the Zhaixing Tower.

"The Ghost Emperor is coming?!!"

Pages of the book flew all over the sky, and a giant bloody head rolled out of the Star-Picking Tower. The blood vessels connecting to the neck opened and closed, lifting the head into the air.

The blood vessels spread, weaving a large network between the buildings of the palace.

Yang He vaguely distinguished that the facial features of the giant head were very similar to King Zhou.

(End of this chapter)