Mythology

Chapter 349 The Taoist Burning Lamp Treats Me Like a Son
When Ma Shan heard "Fellow Daoist, please wait," he felt inexplicably uneasy. Although Yang He's words were very calm, they revealed a strong sense of malice.

"Does Shen Gongbao really think he can escape unscathed?"

"Impossible, just a mere ghost immortal whose physical body no longer exists."

Ma Shan cultivated to become a Blazing Immortal, his body and soul entirely composed of karmic fire, which should be the most effective at restraining Ghost Immortals, especially since Shen Gongbao was only a half-baked one.

Even if I suffer severe injuries and am unable to unleash the power of a true immortal, so what?
It's not something you, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, can contend with.

Ma Shan cautiously looked around. The colorful corals were spreading, representing the progress of the Seven Fairies in controlling the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

It is evident that the half-hour time limit set by the Taoist Ran Deng was not without basis.

Once the coral covers the town, Ma Shan will find it difficult to leave the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and it is unknown how many of the immortals present will survive.

"Shen Gongbao, come with me!"

Ma Shan no longer hesitated and verbally gave Yang He a choice.

In reality, they simply didn't want to waste words.

He spread his five fingers, and crimson karmic fire surged forth like a raging torrent, heading towards tormenting Yang He, instantly engulfing his figure.

"Ghost fairy."

Ma Shan sneered. "Immortals who are good at escaping, aren't they just rat immortals?"

Flames raged, houses on both sides of the street twisted and collapsed in the high temperature, bricks and stones turned into flowing lava, and the wind howled.

Yang He remained motionless, letting the karmic fire engulf him.

The Yin energy dissipated, indicating that it was not Yang He's true form at all.

For some reason, Ma Shan thought of the Corpse Taoist, who had volunteered to die to cooperate with Lu Ya Taoist's Seven Arrows of Nailhead.

He was somewhat paranoid, fearing that Lu Ya Daoist might strike again.

"call."

Ma Shan withdrew the karmic fire to protect himself, and then his expression suddenly changed.

Yang He seemed to have anticipated that the karmic fire would not burn away all the yin energy. Just as the karmic fire subsided, a dense swarm of insects scattered in all directions.

"Gu worms? What kind of unorthodox methods are these?"

"You, Shen Gongbao, should become a Gu Immortal. Do you really think that a few poisonous insects can harm a Blazing Immortal formed from the Purifying Altar Karmic Fire?!"

The only response to Ma Shan was a strange laugh, and the swarm of insects formed a ball and burrowed into the karmic fire.

Ma Shan frowned slightly, discovering that the Gu worms had clearly been refined by karmic fire, and that a large number of worm eggs remained attached to the body after being burned.

A chilling wind suddenly arose.

Yang He's figure appeared out of thin air, and with a wave of his six arms, a wave of yin energy swept out.

The sky was filled with dust, obscuring the view, but the quality of the Yin energy was vastly different. Even if a cultivator at the Integration Realm accumulated it for a long time, it would be impossible for them to harm a True Immortal.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ma Shan sneered, and the karmic fire burned away the yin energy, turning Yang He's right arm to ashes, but the latter remained unmoved.

His expression changed, and a few insect eggs inside his body began to hatch.

"Heh, even if we were at the same level, your ghost immortal's yin energy couldn't harm me in the slightest, let alone other unorthodox methods..."

The eye worm then blessed Ma Shan, greatly enhancing his five senses.

Ma Shan was completely bewildered until he smelled the almost tangible stench of Jiuqu Town, and... the pervasive erosion from the Sage.

Rumble.

His gaze involuntarily drifted upwards.

The vast ocean was deep and boundless. Ma Shan felt as if he were gazing into an abyss, and he couldn't help but tremble all over, his eyes darting around wildly.

There may be some indescribable being in the abyss.

"Uh……"

Ma Shan let out a strange sound from his throat, then spat out a mouthful of blood, which was instantly vaporized into black smoke by the karmic fire in mid-air. "No, impossible! That's definitely not the true form of a saint!!"

Ma Shan clutched his head with both hands, wisps of flame seeping from between his fingers. The karmic fire began to rage wildly, and the previously suppressed demonic possession spiraled out of control!

"Shen Gongbao, what the hell did you show me?!"

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Yang He, and his karmic fire hurriedly isolated the area within a hundred meters. His divine sense lost track of Yang He once again.

The karmic fire indiscriminately burns itself, forcibly burning away the damage at the cost of increased injury.

Ma Shan couldn't understand why the Gu worms could allow him to sense the residual power of the Tongtian Sect Master. How could Shen Gongbao, a mere Integration Realm cultivator, possess such supernatural abilities?
"Fellow Daoist Ma Shan, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg of terror in my eyes."

Ma Shan heard Yang He's murmur in his ear, but he couldn't find him anywhere.

He tried to concentrate, but he was still affected and couldn't control his demonic possession. He was exhausted in a short time.

Witnessing a saint is like gazing at the sun for a long time; even with your eyes closed, there will be a light in the darkness before you.

"How's it going? Want to deliver?"

Ma Shan wanted to say something more, but his skin cracked inch by inch, smoke and dust came out of his seven orifices, and his whole body turned into a twisted ball of fire.

Yang He appeared on the top of the adjacent rooftop, where the flames crackled and popped.

"Even a Corpse Immortal is useless against a True Immortal; only by relying on the Tongtian Sect Master can one gain power."

"Comfortable."

Yang He originally intended to test the waters once or twice. If Ma Shan did not fall for the trick, he would immediately extinguish his life force and return to the main world.

Unexpectedly, Ma Shan was so disdainful of the ghost immortal that he succeeded so easily.

Of course, there is also the reason that the Spirit Vision technique is too invincible in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation. When the Primordial Heavenly Lord descends, he can even trick the Burning Lamp Taoist and take the use of the fox borrowing the tiger's power to the extreme.

"So we've finally found our trump card."

"It's not just the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation; the upcoming Immortal Slaughtering Formation and Ten Thousand Immortals Formation will also involve sages. With Spiritual Vision, you'll be able to hit the target every time."

In the outside world, even if one's spiritual vision reaches tens of millions, it is impossible to directly face a sage out of thin air.

Yang He tried to take a few steps forward, and two or three tenths of the Yin energy immediately dissipated, secretly dispelling his idea of ​​possessing Ma Shan to take advantage of the situation.

"Let's go back to the main world. We've already taken the blame anyway."

He looked towards the city gate, where the Taoist Ran Deng was still standing in the same spot.

The Taoist Ran Deng carried a glass lamp and could easily retrieve Ma Shan's remnant soul with a little guidance, but a smile appeared on his face.

The old Taoist's lips moved slightly, and the karmic fire that Ma Shan was spreading out instantly surged.

"disciple……"

Ma Shan exploded with a roar, turning into a rain of fire.

Yang He noticed that Ma Shan's soul had vanished without a trace, while the karmic fire seemed to possess a spirit, converging on him without prior arrangement.

He had no time to dodge; the karmic fire directly enveloped his body and soul.

A strong burning sensation came over me.

Seeing this, Yang He immediately cut off his chance of survival, seeing no need for him to remain in the world of legends and suffer torment.

Thick black smoke seeped from his seven orifices. Just as he was about to give up, a flood of memories rushed into his mind, revealing a wondrous technique from the Celestial Court.

It is even more profound than the Qiankun Yanyue Pool taught by Guang Chengzi.

It is called the "Twenty-Four Devas".

"What does the Daoist Ran Deng mean? Does he think I'm a promising talent?"

"Could it be that I have misunderstood him? Has the Daoist Ran Deng always regarded me as a beloved junior, and that the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings were prepared for me? Does he even intend to recommend me as the leader of Buddhism in the future?"

Yang He was completely stunned, and his consciousness vanished along with the Yin energy.

Your character, the Ghost Immortal, has died; the story has ended.

(End of this chapter)