Mythology

Chapter 378 I Need You, Children of the Yang Family
"Wonderful, wonderful! Now it won't take eighty-one days, twenty days will suffice."

“After steaming and boiling, we will naturally set aside some delicacies for Ran Deng, or hold a banquet in our own temple for seven days and seven nights.”

The Kitchen God shook the giant cauldron, and the flames evenly scorched the container.

boom.

A cold glint flashed between Yang He's brows. He had seen what Daoist Ran Deng had done. The old schemer was indeed an old schemer, trying to deal with a junior like him.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple crackled and popped, its charred cracks spreading continuously, the roof beams creaking under the weight, and flames leaping wildly.

The corpse pills were undoubtedly fueling the fire, preventing Yang He from focusing on his cultivation.

Yang He looked distressed, feeling that he was only half a step away from becoming an immortal, and had already reached that point, but was abruptly interrupted by the sudden burst of fire.

Continuing like this is pointless; it's better to return to the main world sooner rather than later.

Yang He's mood was unpredictable. He tried to absorb the Corpse Pill, but as soon as the roots of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple got close, a burst of Buddhist light spread out.

The corpse pill had clearly been enlightened by the Taoist Ran Deng.

Yang He subconsciously looked at the blue ox head on the altar.

The green ox opened its mouth, its expression playful, as if waiting for Yang He to ask for help so that it could guide the latter's every move.

"Fuck you."

Yang He kicked the green ox head into the fire. That thing was definitely not Laozi; it didn't have the sage-like, servile look of a saint.

“Brother, let me escort you away from here.”

Bixiao's five-colored divine light trembled violently, and the black cat she was holding in her arms felt a tremor, but Hakimi was still in the process of breaking through the tribulation.

Her voice turned cold, carrying an air of unyielding authority.

In a daze, Yang He saw Bixiao transformed into Yunxiao. In essence, the three goddesses of the clouds should have come from the same source.

"No, let's wait a little longer."

"Brother!!"

"Hold on for another ten days. If not, do as Bixiao says."

Bixiao stomped her foot angrily.

Yang He ignored it and opened his pupil between his eyebrows, forcibly looking out through the giant cauldron. He vaguely noticed that batches of cultivators were continuously entering Jiepai Pass, and there were even ordinary people among them.

Even the immortals and gods are on guard against the calamity of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, and gathering manpower is just in case.

Yang He's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he summoned the Nuwa Palace seal once more.

The surface was covered with countless runes that shimmered with a faint light.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Zhou Silang to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Zhao Jiang to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to invite Li Zining to participate in "Ghostly Immortal Slayer"?]

.........

All the mortals invited by Yang He were survivors of the Ten Deadly Formations. They had no faith in the Immaculate Buddha, but they greatly revered the ten sons of the Yang family and had built temples for them.

"hehe."

"Since Bixiao can survive, there's no reason why Daoist's children can't."

Even if it's just temporary, it's fine.

Yang He stared at the dilapidated little world. The Ten Absolutes City had absorbed the nutrients, allowing more than 80% of the buildings to be rebuilt.

The same applies to the ten ghost realms of the Yang family's ten sons.

Not only has the area expanded several times, but unique evil spirits have also emerged within the ghost realm, though their cultivation levels vary due to the varying amounts of yin energy they possess.

"If all the children are still alive, the Ten Absolutes City might be able to unleash the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

"If one can help someone attain immortality in one fell swoop, the small world can be transformed into a Daoist temple."

"come on."

Yang He stopped cultivating and focused his energy on resisting the flames. While inviting mortals, he also informed them of the relevant information.

…Outside Jiepai Pass.

The Western Zhou army camps stretched for hundreds of miles, exuding a murderous aura, with the continuous military tents stained with blood.

Jiang Ziya stood atop the mountain, his white beard fluttering in the wind, gazing towards Jiepai Pass. He saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon, and strange phenomena were constantly appearing.

All the strange phenomena originated from the outward manifestations of the Daoist temples of immortals and gods.

"Uncle-Master, since Junior Brother is stuck at Jiepai Pass, why not let me go?"

"Nonsense!!"

Jiang Ziya glared at him and knew without even turning around that the newcomer was Nezha.

"Jiepai Pass is the Immortal Slaughtering Formation set up by the Tongtian Sect Master. Your junior brother is only alive because of his Corpse Dissolution Immortal Body. Ordinary cultivators would definitely die!"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Nezha rode his Wind Fire Wheels at breakneck speed, his Hun Tian Ling trailing a long red trail behind him, and his Fire-Tipped Spear already faintly carrying Samadhi True Fire.

He had only recently advanced to the Returning Void Realm, but his cultivation had clearly made another breakthrough.

"Nezha!!"

Jiang Ziya warned in a deep voice, "Once Jiepai Pass is breached, we will face a protracted and fierce battle. The Shang Dynasty has countless ghost soldiers and will not allow you to perish in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

Nezha opened his mouth but didn't speak. His temperament was much more composed than when he was at Chentang Pass, and he understood that Jiepai Pass was almost a life-or-death situation.

"Nezha, don't worry. My nephew contacted me a few days ago to tell us that we need to meet up with a group of mortals. I'll just have Huang Feihu set off."

Jiang Ziya calculated with his fingers and said, "Hmm, General Huang is already thirty miles away."

With a slight thought, the Five Gods burst forth from his body and arrived at the agreed location, where the Five-Colored Divine Ox was escorting more than thirty people.

"Uncle Master, how is it?"

Jiang Ziya's expression turned strange. After a few moments of hesitation, he explained, "The person my nephew wants has rather...peculiar behavior."

The Five Gods quickly moved more than thirty people to the front of the camp.

The situation suddenly spiraled out of control.

The group of people were dressed like beggars, with disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and a pungent, fishy stench, as if they had just crawled out of a swamp.

Not only Jiang Ziya, but even Nezha was astonished, which even attracted the attention of the patrolling soldiers.

Be careful!!!

The middle-aged man looked around warily and said nervously, "They... are very likely not human. Without orders from our superiors, we cannot use the resurrected evil spirits."

"Yes, Boss Liu."

Liu Hai said with a sigh, "I am no longer the captain of the Third Column's Ghost Tamers. You can just call me Old Liu."

"Captain, you are the backbone of us Ghost Tamers. We are heading to Ghost Domain No. 001, and it all depends on your command."

"Fine, fine, sigh."

In Nezha's memory, there seemed to be a ghost tamer within the Ten Deadly Formations.

He scanned the thirty-two people with his divine sense and found no evil spirits in their bodies. However, there were remnants of yin energy in their internal organs, indicating that they had been possessed by ghosts before.

Upon closer inspection, the beggars' outfits of the thirty-two men did indeed resemble trench coats, and the tobacco leaves were specially rolled into thin strips and tucked into the paper.

"Shhh!!"

Liu Hai noticed Nezha's gaze and let out a low giggle.

The others joined in the laughter; they were a complete bunch of lunatics.

Nezha couldn't help but feel pity. They must all be mortals who had mistakenly entered the Ten Deadly Formations. Their minds had been completely twisted. It was estimated that after the Ten Deadly Formations were broken, they had been wandering around the nearby towns.

However, because they have been possessed by ghosts, ordinary evil spirits dare not do evil.

"Nezha, you..."

"Never mind," Jiang Ziya shook his head and said, "You stay in the camp and guard it. I'll ask Yang Ren to escort them into Jiepai Pass."

(End of this chapter)