Mythology

Chapter 357 My Disciple!! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

To Yang He's astonishment, a golden light appeared above his head.

The constantly flashing golden light could penetrate the thick smoke and could not be dispelled by itself, which was clearly the work of the Golden Spirit Mother.

"Even a Great Immortal has the nerve to target a mere mortal like me."

Yang He looked grim, and he was already struggling to walk through the streets.

If the seven fairy attendants were to discover this, no amount of lives would be enough to kill them.

The only saving grace was that at least the four disciples weren't present in person, so choosing only the physical form of Taiyi Zhenren was the right decision.

"No, we need to figure out the distribution of the twelve mountains at least. The Immaculate Ghost Buddha may only have one chance to play the role, and Nuwa may not want her disciple to participate in the struggle between the saints."

Yang He transformed into a being with three heads and six arms, his ghostly hands laboriously climbing the eaves.

Almost every half meter, a ghostly hand would detach to prevent it from affecting the user, which was difficult even for someone with an innate corpse qi body to withstand.

Countless eyes emerged from the coral reef, their gazes filled with malice.

“Disperse!!!”

With each opening and closing of the pupil demon, the coral eyeballs parasitizing its body turned into pus, along with a large chunk of flesh falling off, leaving its body riddled with holes.

Yang He was unable to resist the influence of the sage; he was merely like a gecko cutting off its tail prematurely.

His goal is to go as far as he can. The Seven Immortals should all be near the twelve mountains, and once he learns of their arrangements, he can switch to the Immaculate Ghost Buddha.

"The Immaculate Ghost Buddha must find an opportunity to become an immortal. Even if he can reach the Tribulation Transcending Realm by consuming his lifespan, his strength is far inferior to that of the Three Corpse Daoist, and his agility is not as good as that of the Yin-Controlling Ghost Immortal."

Yang He crossed the street, getting closer and closer to the city wall.

At this moment.

dong dong dong.

Heavy footsteps approached, and the ground trembled.

Amidst the thick smoke, a colossal shadow gradually emerged, with an elephant's head and a human body, its fangs gleaming white, leaving deep pits in the coral reefs with every step.

Yang He sensed something was wrong. Lingya Xian didn't give him a chance to react before she was already within a hundred meters, and a sense of oppression, as if it were a tangible force, came crashing down on him.

Buzz~~~
An airflow swept in.

With a sudden flick of its trunk, Yang He was struck hard in the chest.

In an instant, he flew backward for more than ten meters, crashing into two or three houses before stopping. Fortunately, he managed to block the impact with his six arms crossed.

Most of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were torn to pieces.

Yang He barely managed to survive thanks to his innate corpse qi body, while also realizing how vast the gap was between him and a true immortal.

Even if they weren't in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, they would have no chance against the Spirit Tooth Immortal.

Not to mention the lingering aura of a sage, which prevents them from fully utilizing their strength.

Yang He remained calm, as he had anticipated this situation. The Seven Immortals could not possibly ignore the appearance of the True Man Taiyi, but he had not expected the Holy Mother Jinling to intervene.

"Hoohoohoo."

Lingya Fairy slowly approached Yang He, her ivory teeth extending further from her mouth.

He sized up Yang He, a fierce glint in his eyes. He had thought that the mortal cultivator who could serve as a warning to the Golden Spirit Mother would be Shen Gongbao, but it turned out to be a third-generation scoundrel from the Chan Sect.

"Another scoundrel who has achieved immortality despite being at the Integration Realm, but you are far inferior to Shen Gongbao, who has at least conquered the Ghost Immortal realm."

"And you, what kind of immortal are you?"

As Yang He retreated, he abandoned his flesh and blood, and while his corpse transformation intensified, he had already recovered most of his body.

Lingya Xian sneered, "A Corpse Immortal? Why is the Chan Sect so eager to become a Lower Immortal? No wonder there's such a foul stench of corpses."

Yang He ignored Lingya Xian and activated the Tong Gui between his eyebrows to the maximum.

With the aid of spiritual vision, my gaze barely penetrated the thick smoke, revealing the mottled city walls and the gradually emerging face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable outside the city.

Twelve mountain ranges, appearing and disappearing, surround the winding Yellow River formation.

Yang He discovered that at the summit of the mountain where Dao Xing Tian Zun resided, a crimson array was slowly operating, with countless coral branches entwining the mountain. The head carved into the mountain had already been mostly obliterated.

Thousands of soldiers were affected, exploding one after another and turning into blood that was absorbed by the formation, halting the carving progress.

"The attendant immortals cannot attend to the mountains of the Taiyi True Man for the time being. As long as we lure away the Spirit Tooth Immortal, it won't be a big problem to fill the skin with flesh and blood."

Yang He dragged his limbs along, the coral branches already seeping into his spine.

Without hesitation, he chose to go to the Buddhist hall of the Yin Ghost Immortal. If the Burning Lamp Taoist wanted the Twenty-Four Heavens, he had to take the initiative to protect him.

Lingya Xian spewed white vapor from its elephant trunk, and the mocking look between its brows grew even stronger.

"Young man, do you think I can't see through your plans?"

The elephant stomped forward with its leg, and the ground immediately cracked. "I guess there's a Chan Sect immortal hiding somewhere. Are you trying to shift the blame?"

Yang He continued towards the Buddhist hall, which was located nearby.

After only a few steps, the aura of the Yin Ghost Immortal was sensed appearing to the west, indicating that the Taoist Ran Deng could move the location of the Buddhist hall.

Yang He paused slightly, the old schemer leaving no opening whatsoever.

"How about it? In the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, even immortals have to protect themselves, so why would they bother with a junior like you?"

Lingya Fairy let out a deafening laugh.

Two ivory tusks, pure white, were twisted and deformed, revealing a dense array of human faces on their surface. The faces had clear features, painful expressions, and mouths that opened and closed repeatedly, emitting silent wails.

"Let me show you what true immortal techniques are!"

Lingya Xian's two tusks emerged like white dragons, and its human face opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp teeth, as it bit towards Yang He.

Yang He's life force was already as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, clutching the straw figure given to him by Lu Ya Dao Ren in his palm.

"Even if Spirit Tooth Immortal dies on the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, it would still be a bit of a waste."

He wanted to use the Seven Arrows of Nailhead on the Taoist Burning Lamp, then forcibly returned the straw figure to the Niwan Palace and dodged to the side to avoid a vital point.

The ivory-derived human face is almost within reach.

boom.

Yang He clenched his teeth, feeling a sudden, sharp pain in his mouth.

His teeth grew back, and two gleaming white tusks broke through his gums!

The tip of the ivory tusk revealed countless human faces, which emitted silent screams that spread down Yang He's throat and into his body.

Yang He calmly protected Taiyi Zhenren's skin and straw figure.

He communicated with the physical body through the method recorded on the immortal's skin, thereby gaining control of it. He then voluntarily went to his death, preparing to change his identity.

But suddenly.

The Nuoxiang ghost felt a strange sensation and actively merged into the skin of Taiyi Zhenren.

Yang He's usually calm pupils suddenly contracted, and his physical form began to speak.

"Disciple, put it on."

"Who?!"

"Disciple, put it on!!!"

Yang He subconsciously used the Nuo Xiang Gui technique, and immediately the erosion from the sage decreased sharply, as if a Taoist robe was protecting him from the outside world.

Lingya Xian turned and walked several hundred meters away, not believing that someone at the Integration Realm could survive.

"Cough cough cough."

A hoarse cough echoed through the alley, the voice sounding incredibly old.

Lingya Xian looked back with surprise and uncertainty.

In the alley, a thin figure was stretching, his spine cracking. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly an elderly man in his seventies or eighties.

(End of this chapter)