Mythology

Chapter 376 Immortals Compete for the Deer - The Immortal Slaughtering Formation

Yang He communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple and could clearly feel the desire emanating from the grotto-heaven, wanting to devour the pavilions and towers imagined by mortals.

hungry!
I'm so hungry!!
Unlike the reaction of the flesh-and-blood Taoist temple to the corpse, their reaction was hundreds of times stronger.

If it weren't for Yang He's intervention, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple would have already spread its roots out, and there would be a teahouse in the nearby neighborhood that could serve as a source of food.

I'm so hungry!!!
The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple let out a low growl, marking the first time it showed signs of losing control.

Yang He's expression turned solemn, and his spiritual vision trembled slightly. The gazes of the immortals and gods all turned to the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, with a hint of greed in them.

greedy?

Was it because of the Five-Colored Divine Light? Or because of the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple?
Yang He only knew that he had probably become the target of everyone's criticism; to put it another way, he was a sheep mixed in with wolves.

At the same time, Lu Ya Dao Ren learned that Yang He was at Jiepai Pass.

Yang He received an urgent telepathic message from Lu Ya Dao Ren.

"Fellow Daoist, leave Jiepai Pass as soon as possible. This place is the Immortal Slaughtering Formation set up by the Tongtian Sect Master. The formation is about to undergo a drastic change; non-immortals will almost certainly die. There is still a sliver of hope."

Lu Ya Dao Ren thought that Yang He had mistakenly entered Jiepai Pass, but he greatly underestimated the latter's recklessness.

"Thank you, Brother Dao."

Giving up the Immortal Slaughtering Formation means he will be unable to access the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the final story in Investiture of the Gods, which was his chance to become an immortal.

The main world has already found fragments of the story of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, but some parts are still missing.

Yang He communicated with the Green Ox Head again using his divine sense, and his request remained the same: self-preservation.

The green ox head grinned, "The fake immortals at Jiepai Pass are awakening one by one. You don't have much time left, only two days."

"There's a gambling den on Siji Street in the west of the city that has what you need."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. The green ox head seemed to be deliberately guiding his actions, and it was unknown whether Laozi was behind it.

"Oh shit."

He increasingly felt that he was in a dangerous situation, that everyone, whether human or ghost, was treating him like a pig.

They're going to fatten them up before killing them.

Seeing that Yang He did not react, Lu Ya Dao Ren transmitted his thoughts again, "I can send you away from the Zhuxian Formation. Most of the immortals and gods are currently at Jiepai Pass, so the outside world is actually more suitable for you to go into seclusion."

"Senior Lu Ya, I would like to discuss something with you."

"You said."

Lu Ya Dao Ren sensed something was wrong, and Yang He immediately sent a telepathic message: "Could you help me five times? I'm going to fill my stomach first."

"What a mess."

Lu Ya Daoist cursed under his breath, realizing the madness in Yang He's words.

be sick.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation is not only composed of dozens of true immortals, but also many imagined false immortals. How dare you, a mere Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator, act so recklessly?

Lu Ya Daoist didn't intend to pay attention to Yang He, but he couldn't resist the urge to try it.

Yang He's performance in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation was truly astonishing; he was practically favored by the Heavenly Dao, and his fortune was terrifyingly strong.

The Three Immortal Maidens inexplicably fall in love with Yang He; Kong Xuan, who used Yang He as a furnace, dies mysteriously; later, Yang He uses Kong Xuan's flesh and blood to master the Five-Colored Divine Light; once the magic array is broken, Yang He obtains the Primordial Treasure Hunyuan Golden Bucket.

Lu Ya Dao Ren witnessed the whole thing and felt that no matter what Yang He did, he wouldn't die.

He had incredible luck all along; those who tried to harm him were tricked to death. If it weren't for the intervention of Daoist Ran Deng, the Twenty-Four Heavens would probably have fallen to Yang He as well.

Lu Ya Daoist felt a chill run down his spine if he didn't agree to Yang He's request.

Will his luck be drained, and he suffer misfortune in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, ultimately dying and disappearing from the Dao?
As if possessed, Lu Ya Daoist telepathically transmitted a message to Yang He, "I can agree to your request, but... only three times, and it cannot be used against the immortals of the two sects. I do not wish to offend them."

"Row!"

Lu Ya Daoist felt a mix of regret and eagerness.

He was very curious whether Daoist Ran Deng could be an exception in the face of Yang He's unorthodox luck. Logically speaking, an immortal who was close to a quasi-saint should not suffer a setback in front of someone in the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

Lu Ya Daoist stopped being polite, "Yang He, don't be arrogant. Three chances to make a move should be enough for you to last half a month. Maybe there will be a turning point then."

"Oh."

Yang He rubbed his throbbing temples. The price of the Green Ox's head was already upon him, and the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation suddenly began to erode his soul.

It also indirectly affects the Corpse Wheel Small World.

In this small world, the vegetation withers, and thick, dark water gushes from the mountains.

"Brother, are you sick?"

Bi Xiao appeared slightly nervous. Vein patterns appeared on the surrounding walls, interspersed with spots of lividity, and densely packed sharp teeth and fangs grew out of the doors and windows.

"Bixiao, don't be afraid."

Yang He gently stroked Bi Xiao's hair, noticing the difference in how the Heavenly Tribulation affected the soul, which in turn affected the flesh and blood Taoist temple.

He threw the blue ox head onto the altar and leaned close to Bixiao's ear.

"Bixiao, watch your brother perform a magic trick for you."

Low key?

nonexistent.

Since I am already the weakest party in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, only by appearing strong can I make others hesitate to act against me.

Yang He placed his palm on the main beam of the Taoist temple, and the yin energy spread along the wood grain. The entire flesh and blood Taoist temple suddenly trembled violently, and cracking sounds came from the foundation.

puff.

Four thick limbs burst from the corner of the wall, their surfaces covered in scales. At the same time, the eaves twisted and deformed, transforming into a ferocious beast's head, and the doors and windows merged into a gaping maw.

In the blink of an eye, the Taoist temple transformed into a crouching behemoth!

"Let's go eat."

With a thought, Yang He began to crawl towards the teahouse, his flesh and blood Taoist priest spreading his limbs. With each step, deep claw marks were left in the ground.

People are rarely seen in the streets and alleys anymore.

Inside the house, one could see mortals kneeling and worshipping gods, making it seem somewhat deserted.

The commotion caused by the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was quite significant, noticeable throughout the entire Jiepai Pass. All the immortals watched coldly, except for Lu Ya Taoist.

"You've got some nerve! You think the Immortal Slaughtering Formation set up by the Sage is Mount Qianyuan?!"

dong dong dong.

Lu Ya Dao Ren's bungalow was in the same urban area. He witnessed the Blood and Flesh Dao Temple striding past, the stench of corpses hitting him.

More and more eyes were drawn to him with covetous intent, and many of the immortals present were rogue cultivators.

Even if they become immortals, their Daoist temples are only a thousand feet high, and the items in their grotto-heavens are generally just a collection of superior spiritual treasures. They have never seen living items in their grotto-heavens.

If it weren't for the fear of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, someone would definitely have tried to snatch it.

Lu Ya Daoist swept over the Blood and Flesh Dao Temple, lingering on Bi Xiao for a few breaths. "If you're going to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, go into seclusion and enjoy a comfortable time with your little wife in the deep mountains and forests."

"They came to become immortals and attain enlightenment right under the nose of the sage, and even revealed the treasures of their grotto-heavens."

"Are you mocking those rogue cultivators whose path to immortality has been cut off? Relying solely on their wives, they'll probably die without even knowing how they died in a while."

thump.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is located on a street corner, with its main gate facing the teahouse.

The teahouse was decorated extravagantly and was clearly a figment of imagination, with a dozen or so ordinary people inside enjoying tea.

The mortal sat upright on the carved wooden chair, his posture stiff as a marionette.

Each of them had a lush green tea sapling growing on its forehead, with glistening dewdrops hanging among the leaves, and a fragrance wafting through the air.

Every time someone drinks tea, the tea tree on their forehead grows an inch.

There was a woman whose tea tree was three feet tall, with delicate tea blossoms blooming in her hair, the petals still covered with sticky brain matter.

Such bizarre scenes are quite common in Jiepai Pass.

The mortals have gone mad, their thoughts becoming increasingly wildly imaginative; it's as if tens of thousands of people are having a bizarre dream.

"eat!"

Yang He stopped suppressing the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and spittle flew everywhere from the doors and windows. The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple stretched out roots, forcefully breaking off the teahouse wall and sinking into the ground.

The sounds of chewing continued incessantly.

Bixiao's face turned ashen. She covered her ears and whispered, "Brother, be careful, there's a Kitchen God inside! Bixiao won't let anything happen to you."

All the buildings in Jiepai Pass nowadays have shrines to fake deities.

From the initial three or four statues, the number has gradually decreased to a single statue, as if dividing up territory, with the teahouse belonging to the Kitchen God.

Click click click.

The statue of the Kitchen God was enshrined in a corner of the teahouse lobby. With the sound of shattering, its eyes darted around erratically, staring intently at the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Bixiao, radiating five-colored divine light, stood in front of Yang He.

"Don't worry, my brother has a benefactor to help him."

Yang He bowed respectfully to the outside while simultaneously sending a message to Daoist Lu Ya.

"Ugh."

Lu Ya Daoist sighed deeply, feeling as if he had been dragged onto a pirate ship.

He thought Yang He would save his chance to save his life, but Yang He was already impatient and acted like a gambler who had lost everything.

It's somewhat driven by short-sightedness and a desire for quick success.

"A promise is a promise, after all, we've known each other for a while."

Lu Ya Daoist took out the red gourd and waved it, quietly activating the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. In an instant, the blade, radiating a cold light, flashed past.

The image of the Kitchen God gradually detached from the wall, its expression becoming increasingly ferocious.

Whoosh.

The statue of the Kitchen God stood frozen in place, its neck cracked open.

His head rolled heavily to the ground.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple took the opportunity to devour the teahouse, and any building that worshipped the Kitchen God experienced turmoil, but the Kitchen God was not destroyed as a result.

Yang He smiled but didn't say anything, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the grotesque-looking Kitchen God statue in the shop next door.

The fake immortal is not yet fully formed, but his actions have already offended the Kitchen God, and he will most likely face retaliation later.

But it doesn't matter, having a lot of debt is not a problem.

Yang He communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and the teahouse had only digested one-tenth of it, yet its internal space had already expanded tenfold, even feeding back into the small world.

He didn't have time to investigate further, and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple immediately rushed to the next building.

As for the gambling den mentioned by Qingniu Shou.

I'm not very interested; who knows what's hidden inside?

dong dong dong.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple continued its journey, growing larger and more bloated due to the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation and the added nutrients.

In previous anecdotes, Yang He had fed the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple on several occasions.

Some have transformed into towns, some into subways, and some into gardens. But this time, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple has a rather indescribable meaning.

It could turn into rotten flesh at any time.

In this way, the immortals' spying decreased significantly. Of course, the relationship between Lu Ya Dao Ren and Bi Xiao also played a role; at least they realized that Yang He had a Daluo Jin Xian behind him.

Before long, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple arrived in front of the mansion protected by the door gods.

Yang He didn't need to communicate; the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple had already begun to feed blindly.

"Senior Lu Ya."

Whoosh.

The door god statues were split in two.

When you get to the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, you can no longer see the exterior of the building.

Yang He smiled as he fed back the Ten Absolutes City. The ruined Immortal Court was visibly recovering, and the excess nutrients were left for the black cat. Hakimi had reached the perfect state of Integration.

"continue."

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple devoured the mansion whole and continued on its journey.

The third building is also a door god. The flesh and blood Taoist temple has reached the extreme of eating, and as you walk, meat and bone fragments seep out.

boom! !

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was smashed to pieces. Located on the edge of the western city, it looked like a writhing mountain of flesh from a distance, emitting a putrid stench.

Lu Ya Dao Ren was quite helpless about Yang He's unbridled behavior.

"What exactly do you want? Do you think I'll keep saving him forever?"

"Humph."

Lu Ya Dao Ren looked displeased, but he was even more curious about Yang He's purpose. He hadn't seen anything so interesting in thousands of years.

On a whim, he simply slipped away and arrived near the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Through divine observation, it can only be confirmed that Yang He is undergoing tribulation, and the raccoon that inherited the Five-Colored Divine Light seems to be breaking through a bottleneck.

Lu Ya Daoist fell into deep thought for a while, until the dramatic changes at Jiepai Pass.

Including the fake immortals, each immortal god occupies more or less a block of land, and now they are gradually integrating their dojos into the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

There was no other way; even Daoist Ran Deng dared not hold back.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation has only just begun; the Sage has not yet descended.

Everything is unknown.

The temple exhibited unusual phenomena, with extremely dense yin energy forming a thick fog.

What appears to be a block of only a hundred meters actually contains a vast universe. The Daoist temple has created a world within it, which in turn has caused the area of ​​the Immortal Slaughtering Formation to increase by hundreds or thousands of times.

Lu Ya Dao Ren couldn't see clearly, but he could discern the positions of several Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The most striking place is Lingjiu Mountain, the Taoist temple of Ran Deng Dao Ren, where twenty-four golden full moons hang high in the sky, their surfaces burning with karmic fire.

The Taoist temple of Duobao, Wanbaoshan, is filled with pagodas, and the sound of chanting can be faintly heard, deafeningly loud.

The sacred site of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, Penglai Island, is filled with blooming lotus flowers, plunging the streets and alleys into eternal daylight, where no shadows are visible.

.........

Apart from the Taoist Ran Deng and the four disciples of the Jie Sect, all other Taoist temples paled in comparison.

Even false immortals have their own territories, forming ghost realms similar to Taoist temples. Like the Kitchen God, their neighborhoods are filled with delicacies from land and sea, an inexhaustible feast, with hundreds of obese mortals eating.

The God of Wealth is depicted as having mountains of gold and silver, while the door gods are depicted as having layers upon layers of architecture embedded in the gate.

Lu Ya Daoist withdrew his gaze and landed on Yang He. The Blood and Flesh Dao Temple was completely a pile of rubble in the cracks, surrounded by Daoist temples and ghost realms. Only Bi Xiao could barely preserve a small piece of land.

"Yang He, what can I say to you? If you had left earlier, none of this would have happened."

"otherwise……"

Lu Ya Daoist hesitated for a few steps forward, "Otherwise, I will use my Daoist temple to protect Yang He."

He immediately dismissed the idea. He wasn't Master Yang He, so why should he rush to clean up the mess? What did danger have to do with him?

Lu Ya Daoist flicked his sleeve, and the Daoist field was covered by a hundred meters.

As a Great Golden Immortal, he was even less conspicuous than a Loose Immortal.

After the Daoist temple was stabilized, the various deities once again summoned their disciples, and batches of cultivators arrived at Jiepai Pass, with varying levels of cultivation.

The ghost realm of fake immortals is filled with mortals, but they all dress up as Taoists, just like the disciples of the two religions.

They put on airs, placing statues of gods in their open chests, their bodies gradually transforming into non-human forms, as if they had already attained immortality.

The immortals are engaged in open and covert struggles, all vying to control more of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

Yang He was an exception.

After several days of digestion, the flesh and blood Taoist temple actually decreased in size instead of increasing.

(End of this chapter)