Mythology

Chapter 318 He's Going to Become an Immortal
At 3:45 AM, Yang He staggered to the vicinity of the mortuary.

The sky was already showing a hint of dawn, and more than 60% of the shops were preparing to open, which actually brought a bit more life to this ghost town.

"Ahem, who's missing from the Twelve Golden Immortals?"

"Tai... Taiyi Zhenren".

Yang He walked through the streets, his leather Taoist robe tattered and torn, with thick black blood seeping out with every step.

Eleven consecutive times of feigning filth would cause great damage to the body and soul.

Not to mention that he has not yet become an immortal; his ghostly body was barely formed through complete resurrection, and his body and soul are constantly out of control.

Ugh...

Yang He gagged for a while, vomiting up nothing but minced meat and bone fragments. The situation with the Pupil Ghost and the Power Ghost was also not good, while the Nuo Xiang Ghost, who had been just playing a minor role, was relatively stable.

Just as dawn was about to break, the spiritual vision finally began to stir.

Yang He leaned against the wall. One moment he seemed to be losing consciousness, and the next his skin opened up with hundreds of eyes that locked onto Taiyi Zhenren. Four pairs of long, narrow ghost hands grew from his ribs to support his body.

Even if some of the pupils are cloudy and lifeless, even if the joints of the ghost hand are covered with white bone spurs.

"Giving up now would be a complete loss."

"Besides, the one who is lacking is Taiyi Zhenren. I have to give him a hand no matter what, so that I can get the immortality method that suits the power of ghosts later."

Yang He used all his limbs to reach Taiyi Zhenren from the top of the roof.

The location of Taiyi Zhenren was very convenient, only two or three hundred meters away from the mortuary, so it was impossible for him to keep it from the disciples of the Five Lights Buddha, led by Shoujing.

Yang He gritted his teeth and urged his Yin energy forward, regardless of what trouble might follow.

Become an immortal first!
There is only one shortcut to the Twelve Aspects Ghost Immortal Technique. If you miss it in the Nine Turns Ghost Realm, it will be impossible to get the Twelve Golden Immortals to cooperate with your cultivation later.

Once one becomes an immortal, all damage to the ghost body can be completely healed.

"The immortalization of a permanent character provides extraordinary assistance to the true body. Only by seizing the opportunity can one hope to become an immortal before the end of the Investiture of the Gods."

Yang He kept repeating himself incoherently, the excruciating pain already affecting his mobility.

Before long, the mortuary was within reach, and the faint sound of knocking on the black coffin could be heard.

The sound of the monks chanting sutras was like a bone-deep infection drilling into his ears, mixed with the crackling of burning karmic fire, making Yang He's temples throb.

Yang He suppressed his dizziness and avoided the ghost soldiers' gaze, while the three ghosts within his body concealed their auras.

The small world of corpses spread out.

Under the cover of night, Yang He completely merged into the darkness, and with the extremely dense Yin energy of Jiuqu Town, he was difficult to detect even with divine sense.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold shot up my spine and up my neck.

Yang He was both surprised and delighted. At the corner of the alley leading to the mortuary, a gaunt figure with three heads and six arms stood quietly. It was none other than the Immortal Taiyi.

Taiyi Zhenren's six arms were twisted at bizarre angles, and his other two heads were nowhere to be found. Flesh buds were wriggling at the severed ends.

Yang He didn't even need to retrieve the marriage certificate; a hundred meters away from where Taiyi Zhenren was, the corpse was found hanging in front of the coffin shop.

Blood dripped from the corpse's toes, but this did not attract the monk's attention.

"Good luck!"

Yang He was afraid that the corpse was in the mortuary, and that he was no match for Shou Jing at the moment.

Taiyi Zhenren tilted his head, watching Yang He approach.

Seemingly sensing the aura of the evil spirit, Taiyi Zhenren was relatively restrained compared to the other twelve Golden Immortals, allowing Yang He to approach the corpse.

Yang He dared not delay and took out his internal organs to fill them.

During this time, they stuffed pills and fruits into their mouths for free.

Although he managed to retain his cultivation at the Returning to the Void Realm, cracks appeared in his body and soul, and his eyes and fingers kept falling off, bringing him to the brink of collapse.

Before long, the corpse became full of organs.

The evil spirit that Taiyi Zhenren transformed into has disappeared without a trace.

Yang He shook his head helplessly. Not only was the rate at which the corpse was waking up slowing down, but the regrowth of its own organs was also becoming extremely slow.

"There's no way around it. Compared to the organs we've worked on before, the cheap doctors are already producing inferior products."

"However, it shouldn't be a big problem to get there before dawn."

Yang He closed his eyes to rest. He had finished eating the fruits and vegetables. Most of the pills had drawbacks, so he took a few to suppress his injuries and dared not act recklessly.

He glanced at the mortuary out of the corner of his eye, where the chanting of sutras was growing louder and louder.

"The appearance of the Five-Colored Flame Buddha in Nine Bends Town is definitely not related to the Twelve Golden Immortals. It is most likely related to the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl of the Burning Lamp Daoist. Could it be that he used the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation to refine the Twenty-Four Heavens?"

As Yang He pondered, a familiar murmur came from the mortuary.

Yin Jiao's voice was hoarse, filled with hysterical fervor, and at the same time, one could hear the charred skin cracking little by little.

“Namo Samanta Buddhanam, Om, Prabha, Ratna, Shari Samanta, Adha Adha, Adhu Adhu, Biridipi Biridipiye, Svaha…”

Yang He narrowed his eyes, when suddenly a glimpse of someone spying flashed by.

The doors and windows of the mortuary were wide open, and he immediately saw Yin Jiao, who was completely unrecognizable.

Yin Jiao still has three heads and six arms, but his body has turned into rock material, like the living immortal in the Nuwa Temple of Bailong Mountain. No, Yin Jiao is more like the Immaculate Ghost Buddha before he became a disciple of the sage.

The information on the panel refers to him as... Living Buddha.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Yin Jiao seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and he clasped his hands together, facing Yang He's direction.

The chanting abruptly stopped.

“Shen Gongbao, we can put Shouchen’s death aside, since he was impolite. Why don’t we discuss cooperation?”

Yang He deliberately distanced himself from Taiyi Zhenren's corpse and said coldly, "Cooperation? You'd better kneel down and call me father before I even consider it."

"Stubborn."

The wooden door shattered with a deafening crash, and Shoujing walked out of the mortuary, the air around her distorting.

The bluestone slab melted into crimson magma, and the karmic fire spewing from the ordination scar on its head solidified, weaving behind it to form a grotesque phantom. The face of the statue was none other than the Five-Colored Flame Buddha.

The flames surged, and the doors and windows of houses on both sides of the street shattered simultaneously.

Shoujing looked at Yang He. He was also half-human and half-ghost. The latter had gone mad and was on the verge of his soul being scattered, but he still retained his intelligence.

Shen Gongbao was undoubtedly a superior furnace for refining living Buddhas.

“Yin Jiao alone is not enough. At least four living Buddhas are needed to carry the coffin, otherwise Zhao Gongming cannot be suppressed. Shen Gongbao can be the head of the coffin bearers.”

"If all goes well, they might even be able to save their lives and become disciples of Ma Shan to cultivate the Great Dao, which would be a meritorious deed."

I silently recited Buddhist mantras, not intending to waste any more words.

The prayer beads on his wrist were flicked out, and 108 bone beads floated in mid-air, each one igniting with a lapis lazuli-colored karmic fire, causing smoke and dust to surge.

The area within a hundred feet was illuminated as if it were daytime.

Yang He knew he was in trouble. He rolled to the ground in a sorry state, his body covered in even more charred and cracked marks.

The raging fire sealed off the nearby streets and alleys, and the quiet little world seemed to have burned everything away, with the smoke and dust forming an array.

Shoujing clasped his hands together, a small world surrounding him. "Shen Gongbao, why resist so stubbornly?"

He believed it was a done deal; Shen Gongbao's possession was based on a head. As long as the latter was trapped in the sea of ​​fire and unable to get close, Shen Gongbao would eventually become a demon.

"Yes, the effect of evil spirits refining living Buddhas is slightly less, but it doesn't matter."

Shoujing controlled the prayer beads to fall into her palm, and the sea of ​​fire began to shrink. Yang He's skin could be seen melting, and countless arms emerged.

"Huh? The skin is a Yin treasure, which seems to be somewhat related to karmic fire."

He was overjoyed, never expecting to acquire such a useful Yin treasure.

呲la.

Shoujing frowned slightly as unusual movements occurred in the sea of ​​fire.

The flames flickered, and smoke and dust engulfed the center.

He opened his brow and saw that Yang He had torn open the leather Taoist robe on his chest.

What was revealed was not flesh and blood, but boiling, viscous shadows, with hundreds of ghostly hands intertwined, each palm inlaid with an eye of varying size.

"If the firepower were a bit stronger, I could still withstand it."

Shoujing took several steps back, a sense of astonishment rising in her heart for some reason.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

Yang He's killing intent was almost tangible. His body and soul, which had initially had some room for maneuver, were now on the verge of complete collapse.

The skin and robe peeled away inch by inch, like a cicada shedding its skin.

The viscous shadow expanded rapidly, instantly condensing into a gray robe that enveloped the entire body. Upon closer inspection, it was not fabric at all, but clearly woven from countless fibers of flesh and blood.

The Corpse Wheel Small World covered a hundred meters, the gray robe moved without wind, and a massive number of skeletons poured out from the cuffs.

All the skeletons wailed in unison, and wherever the sound waves passed, the ground bricks and stones cracked, and putrid black blood seeped from the cracks.

Yang He was in a daze, and the experience of using the Corpse Transformation Immortal technique through his ghost body was completely different.

The Three Corpse Taoist, formed from the out-of-control body and soul of the ghost, is naturally also out of control.

Yang He's original body shape was twisting and elongating, all his joints were making a sickening cracking sound, and his fingers were extending into sharp bone claws.

Most terrifying of all was the twelve-sectioned Nuo banner made of bone that rose behind him.

The vertebrae were as large as beams and pillars, and the characters and patterns on the banner were deliberately concealed by Yang He.

"Well."

Yang He, no, at this moment he should be called the Three Corpse Taoist.

The Three Corpse Taoist slowly raised his head; his face was no longer recognizable as human.

The light was unnaturally distorted, and heaven and earth seemed to resist its arrival.

puff.

A giant ghostly hand burst forth from its body.

Shoujing had no time to resist and was struck head-on by the giant ghost hand.

puff! ! !
What he spewed out was not blood, but burning golden lava.

A huge palm print was dented in his chest, all twelve ribs were broken, and the broken bones pierced through his monk's robe, revealing his charred internal organs. Flesh and blood continued to vaporize.

Yang He had only one strike left, and the giant ghost hand retracted into his body.

He forcibly canceled the Corpse-Transforming Immortal.

Shoujing did not die; seventeen screams came from behind her.

The monk, who was sitting cross-legged chanting sutras, convulsed violently and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their flesh and blood turned into golden threads, which passed through the doors and windows and wrapped around Shoujing's body. When the last bit of his life force was drained, the monk was a dried-up corpse.

Shoujing's eyes widened in disbelief. How could Shen Gongbao possess such terrifying supernatural powers?!
thump.

The black coffin was struck repeatedly.

Even though Shoujing knew that Shen Gongbao was on his deathbed, Zhao Gongming was more important, so she hurriedly led the remaining monks to chant sutras to suppress the black coffin.

Yang He looked slightly disappointed, then noticed that Taiyi Zhenren had already woken up and turned to leave.

"To die in someone else's place, what a pity."

What Yang He regretted was not that Shoujing was not dead, but that the next time they met, Shoujing would no longer be worthy of his attention.

because.

He's going to become an immortal.

(End of this chapter)