Mythology

Chapter 283 The Death of Zhao Gongming

Although Yang He's carriage was in a corner, cultivators would pass by from time to time.

They heard rustling noises inside, and blood was seeping out from the cracks in the doors and windows, as if the flesh and blood of the subway would collapse at any moment.

Not long after, Yang Jian ordered the surrounding area to be designated as a forbidden zone.

The effects of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha will continue to intensify, and it is only thanks to the fact that it shares the same origin as the flesh and blood subway that it has not caused any deaths or injuries among the cultivators.

Bang bang bang.

The proliferation of flesh and bone is intensifying.

Yang He's current appearance is incredibly terrifying; he has turned into a stone statue over three meters tall, with a growing tumor between his eyebrows.

His body and soul were on the verge of collapse, yet his divine sense remained incredibly strong.

It is even several times greater than other beings of the same level.

Through his divine sense, Yang He gradually understood the current state of the Ten Deadly Formations. Immediately, cries of agony echoed in his ears, as hundreds of thousands of people were praying.

Evil spirits roam the city, and the extreme cold and eternal night have caused civilization to vanish.

Only the Ghost Realm controlled by the ten sons of the Yang family is relatively safe, but the buildings inside are completely in the style of a wasteland, and the population has been reduced to hundreds of thousands.

"If my previous life's Earth had experienced a resurgence of evil spirits, it would have been a similar situation."

Yang He couldn't help but sigh, and then his divine sense reached its limit, and he immediately saw the twelve magnificent dojos in mid-air.

The temple grounds, like a mirage perched on the clouds, were filled with countless pavilions and towers.

Putuo Mountain, Qianyuan Mountain, Kongtong Mountain, Erxian Mountain, Taihua Mountain...

Such a magnificent scene was something Yang He had never seen before in his cultivation, and the Daoist temple of the Twelve Golden Immortals was set up for Zhao Gongming.

He also noted that many of the Twelve Golden Immortals' temples were damaged.

As it turns out, even the Twelve Golden Immortals would find it difficult to please this senior disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect, whose strength was enough to rank him among the top in the Investiture of the Gods.

Whoosh.

Zhao Gongming flew through the air, navigating with difficulty between the dojos.

He had long lost his former vigor and his eyes were filled with madness. Twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls surrounded him, blocking the erosion of the Daoist temple.

With his left hand gripping the Dragon-Binding Rope, and his right hand holding the Sea-Suppressing Divine Whip.

The two treasures must be protected from the supernatural powers and spells of the Twelve Golden Immortals every now and then.

"The Twelve Golden Immortals are truly a bunch of leeches!"

Zhao Gongming's brow twitched, sensing that someone was watching him, seemingly from the flesh and blood of the Chan Sect's headquarters.

He looked down and scanned the ground, sensing the strangeness of the divine sense.

Although his soul was close to becoming an immortal, his physical body seemed extremely disordered, and he would be annihilated once he encountered the tribulation of the Transcending Tribulation Realm.

While Zhao Gongming was stunned for a moment, the clouds transformed into a thousand-meter-long Heaven-Turning Seal and pressed down.

puff.

Zhao Gongming coughed up blood, and his body became even more emaciated.

His body was covered in gruesome wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and some still bleeding black blood. Irregular bone spurs protruded from under his skin, and his limbs were twisted at bizarre angles.

The injuries came not only from the Twelve Golden Immortals, but also from Daoist Ran Deng.

Zhao Gongming's long hair was disheveled, and a wisp of yellow light formed a flame on the top of his head, with wisps of smoke rising up, like an oil lamp about to burn out.

The Twelve Golden Immortals did not rush to attack Zhao Gongming despite his severe injury; as long as he did not reveal any flaws, they followed him from a distance.

Zhao Gongming was helpless; the Twelve Golden Immortals were truly working together seamlessly.

Time is running out for him.

“In the eyes of a sage, I am probably already a dead man.”

Although Zhao Gongming was revered by the outer disciples, he was essentially a member of the Jie Sect who joined halfway through his journey.

He was the first wisp of pure breeze in the world to cultivate and attain enlightenment.

When Zhao Gongming became a disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu, he had already become an immortal. Later, he gave up the opportunity to be promoted to an inner disciple, and in recent years his status in the Jie Sect has been gradually marginalized.

"I fear I will perish today."

The Chan Sect had already taken the initiative within the Ten Deadly Formations, and the Jie Sect had almost stopped deploying its forces.

The struggle between the two sects over the Ten Deadly Formations is like a game of chess.

But the chess player is no ordinary person; he is a sage with extraordinary abilities.

When the pieces were nearly halfway through, the two sages already knew the outcome of the game. They could either personally make a trip to increase their bets or start a new game.

Clearly, the sage has no intention of stepping down yet...

Zhao Gongming simply couldn't accept that he had become a pawn to be discarded.

He tried to transmit his thoughts to the outside world, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. It seemed that the several Jie Sect immortals who accompanied him had reached a consensus with the Chan Sect immortals.

They were even unable to contact their junior sister outside the formation.

Everyone had already accepted it, except for Zhao Gongming, who was unwilling to accept it.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!!"

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming sensed a thought in his ear. He belatedly looked towards a spot in the city and saw a beam of light shooting into the sky.

Rumble.

One hundred Jie Sect cultivators rode the Golden Dragon Scissors, a treasure that Zhao Gongming had deliberately left for them to protect themselves, so that they could live until the Ten Deadly Formations were destroyed. However, the Golden Dragon had clearly been sacrificed with blood.

"no no!"

Zhao Gongming's eyes turned red, and he swung out the Dragon Binding Rope in an attempt to stop it.

"I am already doomed, why should you all perish with me?!"

"Senior Brother, take care."

The hundred Jie Sect cultivators were extremely resolute, willingly offering their bodies and souls to control the Golden Dragon Scissors, becoming nourishment for the treasure to unleash its power for a moment.

Golden light flashed past.

The treasure's attack was undeniable, forcibly opening some subtle cracks. Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth, staring at the corpses, trying to memorize every face, until the cracks could potentially heal before abandoning his physical body.

His soul was riddled with holes, but he managed to maintain his rationality and avoid recklessness.

Zhao Gongming escaped with his life, but felt even more desperate, because it seemed that everything was as the Twelve Golden Immortals had predicted. They were like twelve suns, severing Zhao Gongming's physical life force.

Then they set up a trap around the physical body, directly using the physical body to annihilate the soul.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were not worried at all that Zhao Gongming would be out of danger. In essence, the Ten Deadly Formations was a prison, and they themselves had to stay inside until the formation collapsed.

Zhao Gongming knew he was doomed, but a thought still popped into his mind.

Corpse Taoist!!!
He already knew that Longxuhu was the incarnation of the Corpse Daoist, and that this person was no less threatening than an ordinary immortal. He could even change the Ten Deadly Formations on his own, something that even the Twelve Golden Immortals could not do.

Zhao Gongming had already foreseen that the Corpse Taoist would cause heavy losses to the outer sect of the Jie Sect.

This son must die!!!
The three souls and seven spirits roared and rushed into the subway station, appearing a step ahead of the inevitable path of the flesh and blood subway.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were tempted, after all, it involved the lives of the disciples of the Chan Sect.

However, they quickly regained their composure and hurried to deal with Zhao Gongming's physical body, because a figure had separated from the flesh and blood.

Yang He was extremely obese, yet he exuded an aura of transcendence.

"Oh shit!"

He had already communicated with the flesh and blood subway to slow down as much as possible, and was rushing toward Zhao Gongming. Because he was too big, his flesh and blood bones kept giving birth to little ghosts.

"Is this Zhao Gongming out of his mind? He's still thinking about me even now?"

Yang He didn't know how long the Immaculate Ghost Buddha could hold out, but he couldn't let Zhao Gongming affect the massive amount of Yin energy inside the flesh and blood subway.

That was the key to his true form achieving the Return to Nothingness Realm.

A moment later, Yang He arrived at the dilapidated platform, where a figure stood atop a mountain of corpses, the ground covered with broken bones and blood.

Both of them were in a state of demonic possession, and their levels of depravity were equally severe.

"Immaculate Buddha, why are you stopping me? This is a dispute between the two religions."

Zhao Gongming had heard of the Immaculate Buddha, but upon meeting him, he couldn't help but find him somewhat absurd.

In his eyes, although the Immaculate Buddha's aura was at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, it was almost certain that he had no hope of becoming an immortal, and it wouldn't be long before he was completely devoured by the evil spirits inside and outside his body and soul.

"Heh, am I not a dead man myself?"

Zhao Gongming no longer paid attention to the Immaculate Buddha. Even though he was only a soul, he was not someone that a mere Transcending Tribulation Realm Immaculate Buddha could threaten.

He bypassed Yang He, intending to directly engulf the oncoming flesh-and-blood subway.

next moment.

But then Yang He stretched out his arms, and in an instant, his flesh and bones transformed into countless evil spirits.

The evil spirits piled up together, forming two giant arms that filled the tunnel and transformed into terrifying, grotesque faces.

Zhao Gongming's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Yang He.

The twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls forcibly opened up a surging sea of ​​blood, almost causing the tunnel to collapse, and tens of thousands of evil spirits flooded in.

Rumble.

The platform shook violently.

Zhao Gongming's soul was unstable, and Yang He's lifespan was further reduced.

The two auras mingled together, and the city was filled with yin energy. High-rise buildings were reduced to ruins. If it weren't for the fact that no one was in the ghost realm of the Yang family, the lifespan of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha would probably be cut off.

The ten sons of the Yang family immediately seized the opportunity to rush to the location of the only remaining Heavenly Lord.

"Zhao Gongming!!"

Yang He discovered that the Immaculate Ghost Buddha was more terrifying than he had imagined, but also more unstable, making it impossible for the Grass Head God to control it at will.

The immaculate ghost body frantically spawned grass-headed gods, instantly filling all the tunnels.

Even flesh and blood subways inevitably merge with Yang He.

"I see……"

Zhao Gongming's expression was subtle. Through the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, he came into contact with the flesh and blood subway and realized an unbelievable truth: the Corpse Taoist, the Dragon Beard Tiger, the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, and even their corpses were all one.

and many more.

Zhao Gongming carefully sensed the aura, comparing it with that of his junior brother Lü Yue, who had been silent for a long time.

Chan Sect, Jie Sect, Nuwa Palace...

You, Corpse Taoist, are incredibly bold and resourceful!

I misjudged him.

Zhao Gongming was affected by his physical body, and his soul had begun to dissipate. He simply stopped resisting and allowed the Twelve Golden Immortals to erode him.

"The Corpse Taoist".

Yang He was startled when he heard Zhao Gongming's address.

As it turns out, the immortals can sense the connections as the permanent characters merge with each other, especially when the characters are grouped together.

Zhao Gongming's expression was subtle. "Be careful of Yuanshi Tianzun, be careful of Tongtian Jiaozhu."

"besides……"

"We'll meet again in Heaven."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Gongming's soul disappeared and returned to the Investiture of the Gods in Xiqi, becoming another immortal on the list.

The fact that his treasure had vanished without a trace made Yang He somewhat envious.

But getting involved is unrealistic; it's better to hope that the sect's history and legends will lead to a treasure.

"Zhao Gongming, at least you died at the hands of the Twelve Golden Immortals. In the original work, you were ambushed and killed by the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. That's too frustrating."

Yang He was unable to move, but the grass-headed deities that made up his physical body continued to grow rapidly.

However, noticing that his lifespan was beginning to increase again, he forcibly suppressed the collapse of his physical body.

"I can barely control the Fusion Realm of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha, but the Tribulation Realm is completely out of control. I must be cautious in using it in the future."

Yang He was in a daze and soon fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)