Mythology

Chapter 238 The Hungry Bus
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Yang He to give the result.

Tuxingsun collapsed to the ground in despair, muttering silently that it was over.

Veins bulged on Nezha's forehead, and he became more and more annoyed with Tuxingsun. If there was no way to escape, he planned to send this grandson home as soon as possible.

The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Zhao Gongming's ghost domain is gradually eroding the rules of the hospital.

If Ping An Hospital had not relied on the Ten Absolute Formations, the hospital would probably have become Zhao Gongming's back garden in just a moment.

Yang Ren was secretly shocked, not understanding what Yang He was thinking.

The all-seeing eye he possessed could see the heavens above, the underground caves below, and knew everything about the human world. Although it was not perfect yet, he could see much more than ordinary people. However, its effect was not obvious.

After all, Zhao Gongming has great magical powers, and the ghost domain has already formed a Taoist temple.

"Trust me, go!"

Yang He took a deep breath, and the frequency of his spiritual vision growth slowed down to a certain extent.

He took the initiative to walk into the elevator, followed by Feng Xuan, then Huang Tianhua and Yang Ren, and finally Nezha escorting Tuxingsun.

Tu Xingsun muttered, "If you were not Jiang Ziya's disciple, I would have suspected that you were colluding with Zhao Gongming to harm us."

Nezha snorted coldly, his murderous intent no longer suppressed.

Yang He was too lazy to pay attention and took the elevator to the lobby.

The elevator was running with difficulty, and its surface was covered with cracks, as if it would fall apart at any time.

The harsh sound of metal friction echoed in the narrow space, accompanied by blood oozing from the cracks, mixed with unknown debris.

"Thank you, my godson."

Yang He murmured in his heart and could feel the goodwill of Ping An Hospital.

The crematorium had already been destroyed, so how could the elevator be left alone? It was very likely that the dean did this deliberately, hoping that the evil spirit would not be in danger.

"Concentrate your breath."

Yang He reminded everyone, "Brother Shi Dao Ren will come to pick us up."

Hearing this, Nezha's mouth corners slightly raised, and he couldn't stop smiling: "Sure enough, I knew that Junior Brother wouldn't get into trouble so easily."

Yang Ren frowned and asked in confusion: "According to Uncle Jiang Ziya, the Corpse Taoist has already merged with the Ten Absolute Formation. How could he still come to help us?"

"We'll find out later."

Ding dong.

The elevator stopped and the door slowly opened, revealing a dark scene.

Everyone could not help but gasp in amazement. The entire hospital lobby had been destroyed, the walls seemed to have been torn apart by strong winds, and there was a series of footprints on the ground.

Looking around, there are densely packed words "Zhao" everywhere.

Zhao Gongming should be walking towards Ping'an Hospital step by step. All obstacles in front of him are reduced to ashes, and the ghost domain that is enough to trap the Hunyuan realm seems vulnerable.

thump.

dong dong.

A dull sound came from overhead, and lime powder scattered.

Everyone did not dare to delay and hurriedly left the hall through the hole. The Ping An Hospital, which was originally closed at night, was not blocked at all.

Suddenly, a peek passed by.

Yang He turned around belatedly and saw a figure at the window on the second floor.

The figure was only an outline, but it brought an indescribable sense of oppression. Only Zhao Gongming could make them feel powerless at the same time.

Then, the figure turned and disappeared into the depths of the hospital.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, feeling a little angry.

Although Zhao Gongming had already noticed their tracks, he did not take any action. Instead, he chose to ignore them. His attitude was clearly one of silent contempt.

Do they think they pose no threat? I guess that's one reason.

On the other hand, Jiejiao is the dominant force in the Ten Absolute Formation after all, and there is a high probability that Zhao Gongming will be able to find them again.

The joy on Tuxingsun's face faded, and he took silent steps with his short legs.

Being targeted by a Daluo Jinxian, even if Tuxingsun is good at earth escape techniques, the area of ​​the Ten Absolute Formation is limited, so where can he hide?

Yang Ren also found the situation very difficult, and after several estimates, there was no hope at all.

Only Nezha was heartless, and his spiritual sense was searching for the breath of the corpse Taoist.

Yang He had a hunch that before the next expansion of the Ten Absolute Formation, Zhao Gongming would come to deal with those of them who had escaped the net.

"Wait, Zhao Gongming."

Yang He didn't remember what happened to Zhao Gongming, but he definitely didn't live to see the end of the Conferred Gods.

In the original work, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation seemed to be set up by the Yellow River deliberately by his three younger sisters in order to avenge their brother after Zhao Gongming's death.

Junior sister’s name is…Sanxiao Niangniang?
Yang He couldn't help but want to complain, damn, another protagonist panel.

Nezha is a protagonist with deep hatred and deep suffering, Yang Jian is a protagonist with great luck, and Zhao Gongming is purely a protagonist with a strong will.

Not only is he the eldest senior brother of Jiejiao, his origins are also not simple.

It was transformed from the first wisp of fresh breeze in the world. It can be said that it has existed since the creation of the world, and it also has three loyal junior sisters.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. If Zhao Gongming didn't die, there would be big trouble.

It will definitely rewrite a lot of history.

Everyone was silent and walked quickly along the way. The streets and alleys were empty, and not even the shadow of the Jiejiao monks was seen.

In the middle of the night, there was only the howling of the cold wind, blowing up dead leaves and paper scraps, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally, a few shrill screams were mixed in the cold wind, coming from some dark corner, which made people shudder.

The building looked particularly eerie, with its windows closed and wreaths visible from time to time.

Yang He felt a chill down his spine. All the common people in the city were derived from the Ten Absolute Formations, and their number was estimated to be over a million. Yet he had the illusion that there were not enough deaths.

But the city still maintains order. In the real world, ordinary people would have already panicked.

Yang He stopped walking. Not far away was the bus stop on the next street. It was shrouded in thick fog.

The dull heartbeat was looming.

Yang Ren's pupils dilated, and he saw a huge creature next to the platform with his clairvoyant eyes. Even though it hadn't come close yet, he felt a little nervous.

“Is it… evil?!!”

Without waiting for Yang He to reply, Nezha took the initiative to say, "It is the incarnation of Junior Brother."

Tu Xingsun took several steps back, "What a mess of corpses! Where is the hiding place we agreed on? I think you and Zhao Gongming are in the same group."

Didi~~
A flesh-and-blood double-decker bus, more than four meters long, drove over.

Everyone gasped. The flesh and blood structure of the double-decker bus became more hideous than before, especially the front of the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple.

The two huge eyeballs emitted yellow light and the pupils rolled around randomly.

At the bottom is a bloody mouth with a long and narrow tongue half exposed, which can easily roll a mouse on the roadside into its mouth and chew it.

"Wait a minute!" Tu Xingsun murmured excitedly, "This thing is indeed an incarnation. The corpse Taoist really has great magical powers, haha."

He was ecstatic and saw at a glance that the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was part of the Ten Absolute Formations.

If you cover it up a little, Zhao Gongming may not come to you.

Including Feng Xuan, everyone ignored Tu Xingsun who was startled, and then a crack appeared on the side of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Yun Ziqian walked out of the carriage, accompanied by twenty-one fellow travelers.

"Greetings to all the True Disciple Brothers!!"

They had injuries of varying degrees, some had torn clothes, and some were covered in blood. It was obvious that during the time Yang He was away, they had been running around to rescue their trapped comrades.

Yang Ren sighed, with a slightly apologetic tone: "Hey, if we hadn't been stuck in the hospital for so long..."

Yun Ziqian waved his hand, "We are all from the same sect, why bother talking about this?"

Yang He glanced at Ping An Hospital, which looked particularly strange in the night. The entire building was charred black, as if it had been burned by a fire.

He urged, "Stop exchanging pleasantries and get in the car."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly got into the car.

In just a few days, the space on the second-floor bus had increased by 30% to 40%, and there was one more retreat room. However, compared with the number of nearly 30 people, it was still a bit cramped.

Yang He felt a little distressed as there were only two guardian gods left.

The pupil ghost was killed in the morgue, and at least two or three hundred more evil corpses would be needed to reshape it.

Feng Xuan touched around and said, "I heard that when the corpse Taoist's incarnation was in Xiqi, it turned into a Taoist temple, and now it can turn into a ghost car."

"That's it." Nezha raised his head proudly.

Tu Xingsun exclaimed: "My master Ju Liusun mentioned that the corpse Taoist is a rare genius. No matter which of the Twelve Golden Immortals accepts him as a disciple, he will surely become an immortal."

"I, Tu Xingsun, do not submit to anyone except the Taoist Corpse Master, and am willing to call him Senior Brother."

Yang He's spiritual vision fluctuated again, not giving Tuxingsun the opportunity to continue flattering him.

"Tuxingsun, immediately take the ghost car and us to a hundred meters underground."

"What?"

"quick!!!"

Tuxingsun restrained his smile and opened his mouth to expel evil energy.

Huang Tianhua raised his eyes and stared at the sky in horror. A meteor was falling. He then used the ghost domain to protect the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple.

In the center of the fire was a crystal clear gem.

"Dinghaizhu!!!"

Yang Ren's eyes widened, "That is Zhao Gongming's treasure!"

"Bah!"

Nezha threw out the flaming spear, and the flames penetrated the carriage and hit the Dinghai Pearl head-on.

thump.

The Fire Spear exploded, and the speed of Dinghaizhu slowed down.

Nezha groaned, fortunately the Fire Spear was condensed from his own spine, and only his body suffered considerable damage.

Tuxingsun used the earth escape technique to attack the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple before the Dinghai Pearl approached.

The aftermath of the Dinghai Pearl was transferred to Huang Tianhua himself, causing his ribs to break.

A flash of yellow light passed by.

The next moment, the double-decker bus had arrived deep underground.

Dinghaizhu fell to the ground due to inertia, directly destroying half of the street.

Yang He looked around the carriage and saw that the monks were stumbling all over the place. Huang Tianhua was seriously injured, and Nezha's strength was also reduced to a certain extent in a short period of time.

They sat down on the spot and guided the Yin energy to heal their injuries.

Yang He was not surprised by this, as Zhao Gongming was not someone he could defeat at the moment.

In the original work, this man beat the Taoist Master Ran Deng and made him flee in panic. Nearly half of the Twelve Golden Immortals were severely beaten by Zhao Gongming.

Well, Feng Xuan’s master, Huanglong Zhenren, seemed to have been captured alive by Zhao Gongming’s Dragon Binding Rope.

"If you want to deal with Zhao Gongming, you must use the Ten Absolute Formations."

"Think about it first."

While Yang He was thinking, he took out the treasure bone tomb, and a long and narrow crack appeared on the floor of the carriage.

Gurgling.

Everyone felt that the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was ready to make a move.

The Xuerou Taoist Temple has indeed been fed by Yun Ziqian and others in recent days, but they are often hungry and have not lost much weight after a long time.

It wants a good meal so badly!!
I’m so hungry!!!

(End of this chapter)