Mythology

Chapter 305 Infinite Dead Loop

Yang He's expression was solemn as he swallowed several pills that would boost his yang energy.

"It's highly likely that the Nine-Bend Ghost has arrived ahead of schedule!"

"The Five-Colored Ghost has been delayed because of the Three Corpse Taoist, but the plot of Investiture of the Gods will not stop. With Zhao Gongming dead, the appearance of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is a foregone conclusion!"

However, unlike the original work, the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao seem to have fallen into evil spirits, which involves the arrangements of the Jie Sect, but the specifics are unknown.

Yang He's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized the trickiness of the allusion; he had no cards in hand to deal with the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation.

The Three Corpse Taoist was used to restrain Kong Xuan, and the Immaculate Ghost Buddha was unable to cultivate.

If one wants to establish a foundation based on flesh and blood, similar to the Ten Deadly Formations, it is easy to become the target of both the Chan and Jie sects.

"Oh shit!!!"

Yang He took a deep breath, keeping a close eye on the rise of Ling Shi.

He entered the Jinting Taoist Temple.

The Taoist temple had a strong yin energy, but it was still within a reasonable range. A fresh, bloody smell filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.

"Is the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation a magic formation or not? Why is there not a trace of it?"

Yang He's array formation skills are limited, but he can still perceive the flow of Yin energy through his spiritual vision. So far, all array formations have been exposed, but he just can't see the clues of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Array.

He even suspected that the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation might not be a magic formation at all.

"Well."

Yang He arrived at the main hall of the Taoist temple, only to find two corpses in the passageway that came into view. To be precise, the corpses were those of the soldiers who had accompanied him.

The corpse was in a hopeless state of death, its open abdomen revealing no internal organs.

The bloodstains on the ground indicate that the organs were dragged out of the body, suggesting that the corpse suffered extreme torment before death.

"He must have died not long ago, his life ending shortly after entering the Taoist temple."

Yang Hehe remained calm, though he was not entirely satisfied with his current role as a ghost soldier, as his physique was even inferior to that of the Corpse Dao Child when his Yang Fire had been extinguished.

It's not worth wasting so many resources; the progress in cultivation is just too slow.

Yang He desperately wanted an ordinary character who could hold his own, at least at the Hunyuan Realm, even if it was obtained through a shortcut.

"First, search the Jinting Taoist Temple. Once you get some clues, switch roles."

"Refresh the page for the next character."

Yang He squinted, the image of Zhang Guifang flashing through his mind. He wondered if he could play the role, as she would definitely meet his requirements.

He followed the trail of blood from the corpse and inspected each room.

Soon, ten more soldiers' bodies were discovered, all with the same manner of death. Of the soldiers Zhang Guifang sent to scout ahead, only Yang He remained.

Yang He followed the trail of blood to the main hall, which was also the only enclosed place in the palace. Inside the empty room was an altar.

Incense smoke curled upwards, and twelve plates of offal served as offerings.

Yang He opened his eyes and noticed that the only missing part of the offering was the small and large intestines; the other organs were perfectly intact, and the blood vessels were completely undamaged.

The organs naturally came from the soldiers, steaming hot.

He instinctively wanted to back out, but then he felt a slight stinging pain in his abdomen.

how to say.

It's as if the small and large intestines are being stretched taut by an external force; if you're not careful, they could be forcibly pulled out of the body.

Yang He took a step back, causing his internal organs to be pulled by his small and large intestines.

As expected, trying to return the way they came would mean following in the footsteps of the soldiers; it seemed that once they set foot in the Jinting Taoist Temple, it was a dead end.

"Dao Xing Tian Zun?"

Yang He raised his eyes and stared at the statue in the center of the altar. The statue was covered with a white cloth, and blood had soaked into the facial features, leaving the white cloth speckled with blood.

He picked up the dark wood tablet at the foot of the statue.

The Position of the Celestial Venerable of the Jade Cave in Jinting Mountain

The side of the memorial tablet also has small characters engraved on it: "[Ranked as the second of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun by Imperial Decree from Yuxu Palace]".

A third arm burst forth from the body, directly ripping off the white cloth covering the statue. As the cloth was pulled, a large chunk of scalp fell in front of it.

"hiss."

Yang He gasped. The corpse had an otherworldly air about it, wearing a loose Taoist robe with auspicious cloud and crane patterns embroidered on the chest.

His gaze was fixed on the corpse's right arm.

The right arm is significantly longer and narrower than the rest of the limbs, with thick joints and straight bones like pestles.

At the same time, the four characters "Daoxing Tianzun" appeared on the panel, proving that even if this corpse was not Daoxing Tianzun, it should be an incarnation of him.

"Uncle-Master, you're one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, and you possess even more treasures than Jiang Ziya!!"

"Am I just going to die outside Qinglong Pass without knowing why?"

Yang He's impression of Dao Xing Tian Zun was based on the latter's treasures, such as the Hunyuan Banner, the Storage Treasure Pot, and the Jue Xian Sword, any one of which could serve as the ultimate treasure of the Daoist temple.

Even if Dao Xing Tian Zun was no match for the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, he wouldn't be completely powerless to fight back.

Yang He approached the body to examine it and found bluish-purple ligature marks on the neck and similar wounds on the abdomen, with the internal organs missing.

"Died by hanging?!"

Yang He thought of the Three Immortal Maidens who had hanged themselves, and a strange chill filled his heart.

"This is truly bizarre! If the Twelve Golden Immortals die in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, the next legendary Immortal Slaughtering Formation will undoubtedly lead to the defeat of the Chan Sect!!"

He didn't care about the outcome of the Chan Sect's victory or defeat, but the plot of Investiture of the Gods couldn't be completely out of control.

suddenly.

The incense offerings became very popular.

The corpse had pus and blood flowing from its seven orifices, and its eyes were fixed on Yang He, exuding a tangible resentment. A chilling wind blew through the room.

The twelve plates of sacrificial organs began to show signs of decay.

"It's not mine."

"It's not mine."

"It's not mine. Where is my liver? My heart is also missing."

Yang He heard the corpse's murmurs, and it seemed that Dao Xing Tian Zun still retained consciousness, which indirectly meant that the corpse was very likely his true form.

The altar began to shake, and the organs and offerings had already turned to ashes.

"Where are my organs?!" An extremely terrifying sense of oppression surged forth.

Yang Helian took several steps back, when suddenly an unparalleled pain shot through his body, as if evil spirits were scratching at his internal organs, and he also felt a suffocating sensation in his neck.

He looked toward the altar, where the thirteenth offering had already appeared.

It is precisely one's own internal organs.

The small and large intestines are looped around the neck, becoming tighter and tighter over time.

Yang Hesan extinguished most of the Yang fire, and the ghost soldiers' physical constitution barely functioned, but it could only delay the extinction of their life force for a moment.

"Forget it, let him die. Let's try a different role."

He collapsed to the ground, his body motionless, yet one could hear hysterical murmurs, repeating his own thoughts about his internal organs.

"To prevent a repeat of the same mistake, I need to make some arrangements."

Having experienced the Ten Deadly Formations, Yang He knew that formations capable of threatening immortals were incredibly terrifying and could easily change one's perception.

He crawled out of the main hall through the ghost, and corpses were scattered haphazardly in the passageway.

at this time.

A dense clatter of hooves approached from afar.

Yang He glanced at the hillside not far away and saw the figures of thirteen soldiers, seven old horses neighing, and thick clouds obscuring the light.

"What the hell?"

The three ghosts could no longer hold on, and their life force vanished instantly.

Yang He gradually turned into a corpse.

.........

The soldiers rode their horses to the top of the hillside, and the leader of the guards was in his early thirties.

"grown ups!"

A young soldier pointed out, "There's a Taoist temple in the desolate mountains ahead."

Yang He frowned slightly, feeling a momentary discomfort in his body and soul, but it quickly subsided, and even the three ghosts could not find the source.

He glanced at his spiritual vision and noticed that the frequency of its increase was clearly unnatural.

It feels like a thousand points appeared out of nowhere.

"Strange. If it's a five-colored ghost, it should be in a Buddhist temple."

"There are people inside the Taoist temple!!!"

Yang He felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. He turned to look at the soldiers who were traveling with him. Two men and a horse had disappeared and appeared out of thin air inside the temple.

The soldiers were panicked and, without prior agreement, wanted to get away from the Taoist temple.

More and more figures appeared inside the temple, then it fell silent again, the lights went out one by one, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Yang He dismounted and walked, immediately noticing the plaque of the Jinting Taoist Temple.

"Dao Xing Tian Zun?"

"Something's not right, I've been here before!!"

Yang He held his breath and, as if expecting it, entered the passageway, where a corpse exactly like his own lay in the corner.

He searched the corpse and took out a pill from his tightly clenched palm.

【Remembering Pill】

[Information is infused during alchemy, and can be digested through ingestion. The medicinal properties can also nourish the soul; however, prolonged use may lead to mental confusion.]

The Mindfulness Pill can be infused with information through a simple secondary refining process using Yin energy. It was already refined to perfection in the Ten Deadly Formations.

Yang He took the medicine without hesitation, and the scenes of his first death flashed before his eyes.

"I almost got caught!"

"However, even without the Mind-Preserving Pill, one's understanding should not be clouded for too long."

Corpses don't lie. Inside the temple lay twenty-five corpses, all of whom, except for Yang He himself, looked like twins.

They died in the same way, only the despair on their faces was even more intense.

Soldiers are, after all, ordinary people. It is estimated that the moment they arrived at the Taoist temple, their random wandering caused their internal organs to be pulled out of their bodies.

How to break this deadlock?

"Why not try dying outside the temple? Maybe we can return to the main world."

Yang He couldn't understand the strange rules of the Jin Ting Taoist Temple. Why did he keep dying? And what did the corpse of Dao Xing Tian Zun signify?
He re-entered the main hall, thoughtfully examining the offerings.

The offerings were still twelve plates.

The fresh organs were still wriggling slightly, and compared to the previous internal organs, the organs themselves even had some evil characteristics.

Yang He did not tear off the white cloth; the white cloth slid down on its own.

"It's not mine!!"

"It's not my spleen!!!"

"Where are my organs?!"

Yang He turned and left, disregarding the fact that his internal organs had been stripped away, and still having the strength to loosen the large and small intestines that were strangling his neck.

Snapped.

After its second death, the Eye Worm flew out of the courtyard carrying the Mind-Preserving Pill.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed down the hillside again.

"Sir, there is a Taoist temple in the desolate mountains ahead."

Yang He remained silent, but after walking a few meters, his face showed surprise. A dead eye worm, along with some pills, landed in his palm.

"The Mindfulness Pill, this awful place will affect your perception."

After he had absorbed the effects of the medicine, he ripped open the armor on his chest.

The skin of his entire upper body was grayish-black; his own continuous deaths had invisibly aggravated the ghost soldier's physique.

"Hey hey hey."

"It seems pretty good? At least it's become much more sensitive to the yin energy in the outside world."

"Dying once or twice is not enough; dozens of times is the minimum. Creating an immortal body is unrealistic, but developing a ghost body is still a possibility."

(End of this chapter)