Mythology

Chapter 172 I can be careless, and the Shang Dynasty can also be without a saint
Ghost Emperor?

The sudden evil spirit was a murderous ghost.

Unlike Queen Jiang, the ghost domain of the giant head can be more flexible, and the large network composed of blood vessels in the sky is part of the ghost domain.

The people looked towards the palace and stared at the giant head in fear.

The Great Shang Dynasty will perish!!
It was too late to evacuate. The ghost realm enveloped Chaoge unknowingly, followed by dark clouds, and no light could be seen in the city.

Yang He came to his senses and realized that only the powerful ghost could barely resist the ghost domain, but he seemed helpless when facing a being with a higher realm than himself.

The speed at which the Yang Fire disappears increases, and death is getting closer and closer.

Yang He felt dizzy and a strong feeling of nausea affected his soul.

"No, once the Ghost Prince dies, things will change."

Unlike the previous suicide attempts that left no harm, if he died in the ghost realm of the giant head, he would most likely not be able to play the role of the Ghost Prince again.

Yang He raised his arm, and the surface of his skin was already covered with blood vessels.

The backward-flowing blood turned purple, and Yin energy suddenly flowed into the internal organs.

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He felt cold all over. The heavy load on Fa Tian Xiang Di was also a factor. The Ghost Prince would die at most after half an hour.

"The ghost realm seems to be changing blood? Replacing the living with evil blood?"

Yang He heard a shrill scream and a cultivator fell to his knees with his hands covering his head.

As the ghost realm eroded, the monk's hair began to fall out, abscesses formed on his skin, his organs rotted, and his joints broke uncontrollably.

In just a few breaths, the monk had turned into an evil spirit.

Yang He looked puzzled. The monk's heart was still beating and he still retained his consciousness. He stood there at a loss.

"Turn into a ghost."

The ghost realm of the giant head can actually transform living people into evil spirits.

Now, no one knew how many of Chaoge’s two million people had been killed. All he could hear were the wailing sounds in the wind, which made him shudder.

"Damn it, the Conferred God War hasn't even started yet, can the Shang Dynasty be destroyed early?"

Yang He's scalp felt numb, and blood vessels kept extending between the cracks in the ground and walls. The giant head looked up to the sky and howled. For a moment, it seemed like the end of the world.

"Could it really be that King Zhou transformed into... the Ghost Emperor?"

King Zhou's body and soul were still there when he escaped. Later, Bigan disappeared and the Lu Tower had become an ordinary building. It should have lost its function.

Yang He felt something was wrong, as there were signs of something strange happening in Zhaixing Tower very early on.

"It doesn't make sense, and it feels very deliberate everywhere."

Yang He opened his mouth and spit out a dozen ladybugs flying towards the giant head. He suppressed his suicidal thoughts and turned around to run towards Lutai.

The Ghost Prince has entered the countdown, and the most urgent task is to reunite with the Corpse Taoist Child, so as not to waste a good seedling for a permanent character.

"How dare you, monster!!!"

Jiang Ziya let out a roar, urging the apricot yellow flag to fall on top of the giant head, forcibly setting up a magic circle to suppress the ghost realm.

The giant head hit the apricot yellow flag, but the treasure did not move at all.

Jiang Ziya's heart sank. "This evil spirit has no intelligence at all, but the timing of its appearance is extremely coincidental. There must be someone behind it."

"We cannot let our nephew interfere. Prepare to retreat from Chaoge immediately."

"Photography!"

Jiang Ziya was holding a long whip, which was the precious divine whip bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun.

The divine whip is mainly aimed at those on the list, but it is also effective in expelling evil spirits. The giant head was hit with scars repeatedly.

Yang He did not dare to neglect.

He had long anticipated that Jiang Ziya would not sit idly by and wait for death. As long as it involved mundane matters, Jiang Ziya would choose to take action even if he was on the opposing side.

The question is whether the person behind the scenes will allow Jiang Ziya to leave Chaoge.

Yang He's scalp tingled. The plot of Investiture of the Gods had already collapsed. He really didn't want to risk Jiang Ziya's life by staying in Chaoge for a long time.

Moo~~

The five-colored divine bull, which was seven or eight meters long, followed Jiang Ziya.

Huang Feihu's face turned pale, and a roar like a bull caused a hole to be opened in the ghost domain. Huang Feibao and Huang Feibiao were responsible for clearing out the new evil spirits.

The palace fell into chaos, and incense was burning in the air throughout the city.

After becoming evil spirits, the mortals still retained their spiritual intelligence. They all burned incense and prayed to the saint. Several abandoned Nuwa temples were crowded with people.

dong dong dong.

The two men and the ghost fought fiercely.

Jiang Ziya has many treasures to protect him, so he can fight the killer ghost on equal terms alone, not to mention Huang Feihu's help.

It's only a matter of time before the giant head is dealt with, but trouble will surely ensue.

Yang He frowned and quickened his pace, realizing the depth of the story of the heart-digging ghost.

Before long, Lutai was within reach.

There were no soldiers guarding Lutai anymore, and the abandoned building stood alone in the corner, but there was a faint candlelight inside.

The moment Yang He saw Lu Tai, his spiritual vision increased dramatically.

There are four people in the Lutai.

Yang He glanced around and saw the three monsters from Xuanyuan Tomb holding King Zhou captive and standing inside.

The three monsters no longer had any evil features and their looks were extremely charming, but the makeup on their faces was extremely strange and too heavy.

Squeak.

Daji walked out of the Lu Tai and stared at Yang He with a smile.

"Your Highness, the King would like to invite you to the Lutai for a gathering."

Yang He did not reply, so Daji repeated it again, but her voice became extremely sharp and harsh, and her almond-shaped eyes revealed resentment.

"Your Highness, the King would like to invite you to a gathering at Lutai!!!" "Where's Bigan?"

After Yang He said this, Daji's smile deepened.

At the same time, the ladybug was also approaching the giant head by a thousand meters, and a prompt appeared on the panel.

【Bigan's Five Internal Organs and Heart Ghosts】

"It's no wonder that the giant head is actually made from Bigan's heart."

The evil spirit looks similar to King Zhou purely because Bigan is King Zhou's uncle.

Yang Hemei's pupils opened wide and he immediately noticed something strange about Daji. There were traces of sutures on her spine, and a few wisps of cotton wool were coming out from the back of her head to her coccyx.

"who are you?"

Without waiting for Daji to speak, Yang He said again: "You can't be Daji. Daji is also a disciple of the saint after all."

Daji was stunned, shook her head and said: "If Daji was really a disciple of the saint, she would not have fallen into the mortal world, and should have gone to Nuwa Palace long ago."

"So that's why Daji climbed into the Heavenly Palace through the Lutai?"

Daji smiled but said nothing. The nine-headed pheasant spirit Hu Ximei and the jade pipa spirit Wang Guiren also came to the door. They tilted their heads slightly and looked at Yang He with chilling eyes.

Hu Ximei said: "It was Bigan who brought them to Taihuang Huang Zengtian."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, obviously his guess was correct.

When Nuwa returned to the upper world, she only took the Immaculate Buddha with her, leaving the Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb as her nominal disciples in the mortal world.

The three monsters in Xuanyuan Tomb wreaked havoc on the Shang Dynasty, but they were unable to ascend to heaven.

In the story told by Bigan and Yanghe, at the end it was mentioned that a voice kindly told Bigan not to communicate with heaven and to be careful of heaven.

Yang He asked, "Are you here to be deified?"

The three of them had no expression on their faces.

Yang He was secretly shocked. The three monsters in Xuanyuan Tomb had been possessed by Taihuang Huang Zengtian. It was unknown what the hell this monster was.

He sorted out his thoughts and suddenly understood the cause and effect from beginning to end.

Bi Gan should have learned about the List of Gods through Shen Gongbao, and used the event to make a deal with the existence of the Heavenly Court, and then brought the three monsters from Xuanyuan Tomb into Lutai to act as his bodies.

For the beings in heaven, the List of Gods is simply an opportunity to ascend to heaven in one step.

Taihuang Huang Zengtian is at the bottom of the Thirty-Six Heavens. Now that he has a chance to become one of the Eight Gods of Heaven, how can he not be tempted?

Yang He felt that he was almost certain and realized that Chaoge was not a place to stay for long.

Bigan was so desperate to continue the fortune of the Shang Dynasty that the ghost domain of the giant head was most likely deliberate.

"Your Highness, why don't you come in?"

King Zhou's instinct for survival burst out, and he moved closer to the window, "Save me! Save me!!!"

Yang He didn't even turn his head. The three monsters from Xuanyuan Tomb should not be able to leave the range of Lutai. If they waited a little longer, Bigan might arrive.

He activated his ghost hand and sank into the Pure Yin Coffin underground.

[Your character "Ghost Prince" has died, and the role-playing story ends]

.........

Not long after Yang He died, a figure slowly walked towards them.

The Night Wanderer was wearing fox fur, muttering, "Where is the saint? The Great Shang capital is already littered with corpses, where is the saint?!!"

He was extremely disappointed that the millions of mortals who had become evil spirits had not attracted the attention of the saints.

"How can the Shang Dynasty count on a saint? Since Nuwa is not coming, can we only watch ourselves die? How ridiculous."

"The Saint has abandoned Da Shang!!"

The moment the Night Walker spoke, the giant head repeated in the same tone.

The sound was like thunder in Chaoge, and millions of ordinary people were like children abandoned by their mothers, and they couldn't help but cover their faces and sob.

"Da Shang will not perish."

After knocking on the door, the Night Wanderer walked into the Lu Terrace and came before the frightened King Zhou.

King Zhou was stunned, and pointed at the Night Wandering God in disbelief, "You...you are..."

"uncle?"

The Night Walker took off his fox fur, his body became thin and emaciated, his chest was open, and his internal organs were nowhere to be found.

"Emperor Xin, the saints have abandoned the Shang Dynasty. We can only survive by saving ourselves!"

"Uncle, Da Shang can still be saved. Wait until the Grand Tutor returns to the court..."

Bigan shook his head, pointed at his open chest and said, "I can live without a heart, so why should the Shang Dynasty perish without a saint?"

King Zhou stood there in a daze. He wanted to refute several times but no words came out. Bigan's words blasphemous to Nuwa made him shudder.

Nuwa is a mortal mother!
Even if the saint abandoned the Shang Dynasty, it is unreasonable for a son to betray his mother.

King Zhou hugged Bigan's thigh and begged bitterly, "Uncle, the Grand Master will return to Chaoge soon. We can discuss it in the long run. Please spare the lives of the people of Da Shang!"

Bigan looked at King Zhou quietly and reached out to stroke his head.

"Emperor Xin, it's not that your uncle won't give you a chance, it's that there was no chance in the first place."

King Zhou fell to the ground and felt that his uncle had become extremely unfamiliar.

“Hahahaha, Emperor Xin, the Great Shang will not perish! Remember, the Great Shang will not perish!”

Bigan was laughing, but his expression was chilling to the bone.

Because he knew that since the chess game of Investiture of the Gods began, there was no turning back for the Shang Dynasty, and a change of dynasty seemed inevitable.

Emperor Xin, we are just lambs to be slaughtered.

Even if the Shang Dynasty begged for mercy, it could not change its fate.

"Emperor Xin, why don't you smile?"

Bigan turned his back to King Zhou, who also turned into an evil spirit amid screams.

(End of this chapter)