Mythology

Chapter 302 The Yin-Yang Masters Who Go Against Each Other

Wang Lan noticed Yang He's disdain and became even more respectful.

He gasped for breath for a moment, and then a crack appeared in the center of his skull, from which the human brain with facial features emitted a sharp laugh.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Ancestor. What I contained was a brain-eating demon, which is why I was able to retain consciousness even after my soul went out of control."

Yang He didn't say much. Wang Lan, as a product of a failed attempt to become an immortal, was already so bizarre. It was hard to imagine the group of cultivators in the Deep Level.

My art style is still normal, well, it's a breath of fresh air for later generations.

Everyone looked at Wang Lan's brain, and a thick yin energy seeped out. Then, a mirage seemed to appear in the main hall.

"No... I'm sorry, Ancestor, I went mad a hundred years ago. My memories of that time are very vague, and they were obtained from someone else's brain. There is only a figure in my memory."

A surge of yin energy appeared, and a two-meter-tall man was faintly visible.

Yang He raised an eyebrow. The man was not as repulsive as he had imagined. He had an otherworldly and ethereal appearance, and logically, he should have abandoned most of his body and soul.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe, had three heads and six arms, and exuded a very familiar aura.

"I know him."

Everyone was somewhat surprised by Yang He's words.

“Ancestor, he is only a thousand years old, it’s impossible for him to have any dealings with you.”

Wang Lan thought Yang He had misread it, but then he noticed that the old ancestor's smile was getting brighter and brighter, and his brows revealed a hint of hidden anger.

"Is his practice related to the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas?"

“Ancestor, it is indeed the Path of the Ghostly Power, and its source is the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas.”

The ghostly pupil between Yang He's eyebrows suddenly emerged.

boom.

A dazzling sun hangs in the background, its vertical pupils visible within.

The man's figure became clearer and clearer. He was six feet tall, with a face as white as powder and lips as red as cinnabar. He resembled Nezha somewhat, but his body was also covered with many evil features.

It is like a gaping mouth in the chest and abdomen, or strangely shaped superfluous limbs.

Yang He couldn't help but recall the glimpse of the Human Mother, whose appearance was strikingly similar to that of the goddess Nuwa.

It has an extremely awkward and disgusting feel to it.

"It is all show and no substance, and is rotten inside, which is disgusting."

Yang He realized that, following the path of cultivation that would lead to the revival of later generations, one would gradually approach the source of the Daoist tradition after becoming an immortal. The Human Mother was nothing more than a bastard imitating Dong Shi.

I wonder what lies deep within the endless hell?

Yang Heyi's interest was greatly piqued. Compared to the stagnant development of the Yang Realm Grand Master, the depths of the Endless Hell must not be so peaceful.

If his previous speculation is correct, there might even be ruins of the Heavenly Court in the Endless Hell.

Wang Lan maintained his memory, blood seeping from his pores.

He dared not cancel, and could only endure the backlash from his body and soul, his internal organs shifting as if thousands of ants were devouring him.

"Something's wrong. Is he about to suffer a qi deviation?"

Sudden.

It was clearly formed from fragmented memories, yet the phantom blinked inexplicably.

The man seemed to be looking through endless hell at the eight people in the main hall of the yamen. In an instant, Wang Lan and the others trembled as if struck by lightning.

Yang He sneered a few times; it was clear that this person had already become an immortal.

Only then would they sense Wang Lan's spying.

The man looked surprised and met Yang He's gaze.

"Ancestor!!!" Wang Lan's brain began to disintegrate, and the resurgence of the others was out of control, intensifying the transformation into ghosts without warning.

Yang He gave the illusory figure the middle finger, then unfolded the Corpse Wheel Small World.

The phantom disappeared instantly, but everyone was injured to varying degrees, especially Wang Lan, who was almost dead.

Wang Lan gasped for breath, but showed no resentment.

Before meeting Yang He, he was blinded by greed and regarded Yang He as a way to become an immortal. Now he suddenly realized the truth.

"If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening." Yang He squatted in front of Wang Lan, feeling the latter's Dao heart sublimation. The others struggled to recover from their injuries, but their foundations were all damaged.

"Since you call me Ancestor, I will naturally not treat you unfairly."

pat.

One by one, fingers fell off, the severed fingers disappearing into the mouths of the cultivators present as if they were still alive.

Yu Zheng and the others, who already had incomplete immortal bodies, experienced a surge in their aura, gradually restoring their immortal bodies and deepening their connection with Yang He.

Si Nantu underwent the least change, only showing a faint trace of the characteristics of a corpse-dissolving immortal body, far inferior to Lei Dechang and Yi Qidong, who at least obtained one-tenth of the immortal body.

Ahhhh! !

Wang Lan let out a scream as the ghostly faces all over his body fought and devoured each other.

Tears streamed down his face as he deeply imprinted Yang He in his heart. Even though he clearly accepted that his immortal body was now under the control of the ancestor, he still made various Heavenly Demon oaths to show his loyalty.

The process of transformation of the cultivators who were watching Yang He.

"No matter how perfect the immortal body bestowed upon them is, it is still acquired and has no potential for advancement. In the future, I can erase them with a single thought."

Even if Yang Heyi dies, they will all be buried with him.

Even so, 99% of cultivators would flock to it, as the fact that the immortal body can suppress evil spirits within the body is enough.

"interesting."

All seven were branches of the immortal bodies derived from Yang He. The vast majority were corpse-dissolving immortal bodies, Lei Dechang and Chen Qian were plague-gu immortal bodies, and only Wang Lan was an exception, inheriting the Netherworld Ghost Body.

Wang Lan lowered his jaws to half a meter, and swallowed the ghost face into his stomach one after another.

A moment later, he reverted to a gaunt, disabled old man, with countless ghostly faces surging beneath his translucent skin.

Yang He originally intended to give Wang Lan just a token gift, but the latter was a perfect match for the Netherworld Ghost Body, and he obtained more than 50% of it in one go.

He was too lazy to investigate further, and he could even sense Wang Lan's thoughts at any time.

"Anyway, we need a top-notch enforcer, otherwise the main world will have to do everything itself."

After regaining consciousness, Wang Lan knelt before Yang He, saying, "Ancestor, the Grand Court has been in chaos for too long; it must be set right!"

"..."

Yang He's eye twitched; everyone was putting themselves in the shoes of the rebels.

He closed his eyes to rest, and the cultivators quickly absorbed the increase in cultivation brought about by the immortal body.

Si Nantu showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever. The immortal body was equivalent to proof of joining the ancestor's sect. So what if it was incomplete? It was a symbol of one's own people.

"I have a few points to make next."

Yang He scanned the crowd and said, “No matter what business the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce is in or what name it operates under, it must cover the entire territory of Dasi.”

"Yu Zheng, take control of the Zishi Sect as soon as possible, and minimize its influence on mortals."

"Wang Lan".

"My grandson is here."

"If necessary, you can help them overcome the obstacles. The world of the living will not be peaceful for long, and you don't have much time left."

Wang Lan has completely abandoned all past courtesy and is now like a snarling hyena, ready to do whatever it takes.

"besides……"

"Searching for mundane things."

Yang He reached out, and Yu Zheng quickly took out the brocade box from his storage bag.

Inside the brocade box was a sword blade.

[Common Things: Killing]

[Related Allusion: "Ghost Slaying Immortals"] Do you wish to consume 10 points of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?

With the assistance of the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce, Yu Zheng recently gathered all the necessary items, which are related to the calamity in the Investiture of the Gods.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

If the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is a grand melee of immortals, then the Immortal Slaughtering Formation clearly foreshadows... the personal involvement of sages, with Buddhism not to be outdone.

(End of this chapter)