Mythology

Chapter 379 The Ten Sons of the Yang Family Descend Upon the Immortal Slaughtering Formation

Yang Ren led Liu Hai and his group to Jiepai Pass. They did not encounter any danger along the way, but his eyelids kept twitching.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation may seem ordinary, but it is far less imposing than the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

However, the All-Seeing Eye could perceive that the formation had undergone a very subtle evolution. The All-Seeing Eye's arrangement of this formation was definitely not to block the Western Zhou's advance, but likely had another unspeakable purpose.

"I hope my junior brother can escape unscathed. Fortunately, there are quite a few immortals in the Chan Sect."

Yang Ren glanced at the thirty-two men behind him. They had washed up briefly and put on armor, but they still looked out of place with their surroundings.

Liu Hai was muttering words that were incomprehensible to him.

"The walkie-talkie signal is fine, which should prevent some accidents."

"Zhao Jiang, as the deputy captain, you will take over my duties if I die."

"Captain, I heard that the Ten Immortals Society is stationed in Ghost Domain No. 001. If we are careful, we should be safe."

Yang Ren shook his head, about to say a few words of advice, when he saw Liu Hai and the others had already entered the city gate on their own, and were working together in groups of two or three with great seriousness and perfect teamwork.

"Crazy as they may be, they were indeed able to fight against evil spirits in the Ten Deadly Formations back then."

A chilling wind swept through the area, and a gray mist hung over the streets.

Yang Ren turned and left. Along the way, a group of ordinary people dressed as ascetics were also heading towards Jiepai Pass. Their faces were withered, and they wore bone prayer beads around their necks. With each step they took, faint golden lotus marks would bloom under their feet.

"Lighting a lamp?"

Others might not have been able to discern the ascetic's origins.

Yang Ren's all-seeing eye could clearly see that there were wisps of karmic fire inside the ascetic monk's body, which was obviously a technique possessed by the Daoist Burning Lamp.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that the Taoist Ran Deng has manipulated mortals more than once or twice.

Since they settled in Jiepai Pass, there have been at least two or three thousand ascetic monks.

"Jiang Taigong is right. Randeng is a man of great cunning. Even the elders and teachers of the Chan Sect must be wary of him."

"kindness?"

Yang Ren's all-seeing eye felt slightly hot. Not long after the ascetic monk set foot in Jiepai Pass, the karmic fire within his body suddenly blazed fiercely.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the ascetic monks began to surround Liu Hai and the others.

Yang Ren grunted. His Heavenly Eye, having been focused on the karmic fire for so long, suffered a backlash, and he could no longer see the boundary marker clearly when he tried to investigate further.

He returned to the camp by the same route and tried to contact Yang He.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

.........

Lingjiu Mountain, the Taoist temple at Jiepai Pass.

The Daoist Burning Lamp sat upright on the lotus platform, with the Twenty-Four Heavens floating around him. Each of them reflected the phantom of a world, and the Daoist charm of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation seeped into the innate treasures like silk threads.

The phantom gradually solidified, and inside were thousands of monks chanting scriptures.

The monk's expression was fanatical; his body and soul had become the consumables for the refinement of the Twenty-Four Heavens. As his life force weakened, countless Sanskrit characters overflowed.

The twenty-four heavens were beginning to take shape, and their precious light could not be suppressed.

The Taoist Ran Deng paused his refining ritual, his gaze piercing through the many obstacles to land on Liu Hai and the others at the city gate, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

The thirty-two people were utterly insane, their every move eccentric.

However, since they were traveling on the edge of the Ghost Realm, and the fake immortals wouldn't attack mortals, they could quickly reach the Ghost Realm of the Fire God if left unattended.

The Taoist Ran Deng had already signaled to the ascetic monks to block the only way through.

Logically speaking, dealing with a group of ordinary people shouldn't be difficult.

Both are ordinary mortals, but ascetic monks, through their acquired spiritual practice, become vessels of karmic fire.

In Buddhism, ascetics are called "fire offering monks," as they can use some of the karmic fire, which is even enough to deal with the transformation of the elixir into an embryo.

"Yang He, is this all you're relying on?"

The Taoist Ran Deng felt impatient. Whenever he faced Yang He, he felt as if the situation was about to spiral out of control, and Yang He's actions were mostly unexpected and unpredictable.

The Twenty-Four Heavens trembled slightly, and the breach in their mental defenses almost affected their refining process.

"Ma Shan".

The Taoist Ran Deng lightly touched the glass lamp with his fingertip, and Ma Shan's head emerged from it, respectfully asking, "Master, what are your instructions?"

"You go there yourself and deal with those mortals that Yang He summoned."

Ma Shan's expression was subtle. Since Yang He was just a mortal, why let a celestial being deal with him? Did the Daoist Ran Deng think Yang He still had a chance to turn the tables? Impossible.

Yang He is about to be refined into a great medicine, but he is still far from becoming an immortal.

Death and the annihilation of one's spiritual path are already predetermined.

“Ma Shan.” Daoist Ran Deng’s gaze was gloomy. “Next, I will focus on the Twenty-Four Heavens. If your body and soul are destroyed again, you will be included in the Investiture of the Gods along with those disciples of the two sects.”

"Teacher, I will remember this in my heart."

After speaking, the Taoist Ran Deng flicked his hand, and a thick Buddhist light enveloped his body.

The chanting was deafening. The twenty-four heavens, who were hovering above the temple, could be faintly heard calling out the name of the lamp-burning beings.

Ma Shan wondered if he was mistaken, but the Taoist Ran Deng seemed somewhat... annoyed and embarrassed?
Having followed the Daoist Ran Deng in his cultivation for thousands of years, this was the first time he had ever seen such a thing.

Ma Shan dared not delay and transformed into a flame, quickly arriving at the ghost realm where the ascetic monk resided. The fake immortal presiding over it was actually the Earth God.

The Taoist Ran Deng had already tested all the fake immortals. The Earth God, knowing the risks, immediately gathered his disciples and chose to retreat into his shrine.

Ma Shan ignored the local earth god and focused his divine sense on Liu Hai and the others.

"It's just ordinary life, what's so special about it?"

The ascetic monk had forced Liu Hai and the others into a house.

The monks clasped their hands together, chanting sutras with a thunderous sound. Karmic fire scorched the houses, and the entire street was illuminated by flickering light.

In no time, the thirty-two people will be reduced to ashes.

Ma Shan couldn't understand why the Taoist Ran Deng was worried. Liu Hai and the others seemed to remain calm in the face of danger, but in the end, it was all in vain.

However, following the latter's instructions, he opened his mouth and exhaled a small amount of karmic fire. He then finished chanting the sutra.

Immediately afterwards, the ascetic's karmic fire suddenly went out of control.

The monks convulsed, their skin cracked inch by inch, their bodies and souls were devoured by karmic fire, and in the blink of an eye they turned into burning, charred corpses.

The charred corpse let out a deafening wail, its body pressed tightly against the wall.

Liu Hai and the others barely managed to remain calm. They took out the red ropes they had prepared beforehand and tied them to their middle fingers to stop their blood and qi and increase their connection with the Ten Immortals.

They were saying things that left Ma Shan completely baffled.

"001 Ghost Realm is not simple; it is impossible to accurately sense the Ten Immortals."

"Zhao Jiang! Moreover, our ghosts are suppressed and cannot be used!!"

"Show them all!!!"

Liu Hai tore open his shirt, slashed a wound in his chest with a dagger, and then forcefully pried open his ribs, exposing his heart.

The others followed suit. The former ghost-controller had developed a set of ten methods for seeing ghosts, which were specifically for communicating with the ten sons of the Yang family.

The most extreme form of this is the act of revealing one's heart; if one fails to see a ghost, one will die.

Liu Hai grinned, blood gushing out, but his eyes cleared. "I... I thought everything in the Ten Absolutes City was a dream. After living in a daze for several years, I actually had the chance to contact the Ten Immortals again before I died."

Zhao Jiang was in a daze, vaguely remembering his experience of begging in various places and asking everyone he met about the Ten Immortals, as if it were a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

All signs indicate that the Ten Deadly Cities do not exist at all.

At that time, there were more than a hundred of them who controlled ghosts. In the end, they either couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion and hanged themselves, or chose to forget the Ten Absolute City and return to this world that was both familiar and strange.

Zhao Jiang's vitality waned, yet he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"It's not a dream! The Ten Absolutes City is definitely not a fake!!"

"That's the real Jade Palace in the heavens, we've seen it!!!"

Bang bang bang.

Thirteen of them were already on the verge of death, and collapsed to the ground after their hearts were exposed. The remaining nineteen stared fearlessly at the charred corpses.

Ma Shan hovered in mid-air, observing coldly, indifferent to the situation.

"Ten Absolute Cities? The magic array derived from the Ten Heavenly Monarchs? Heh, it seems these people were probably released by the Corpse Daoist to divert attention."

He disdainfully burned a group of mortals, then turned to leave.

Sudden.

The breathing of the nineteen people became heavy, and thick, ink-like yin energy surged from their seven orifices, intertwining and swirling within their internal organs.

A ghost is gestating inside her.

As the Yin energy emanated, their cultivation levels increased dramatically at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma Shan looked incredulous. The Immortal Slaughtering Formation could indeed make mortals' illusions come true, but it was only limited to the immortals and gods they imagined.

It's impossible to increase one's cultivation level out of thin air.

Unless their cultivation was bestowed by a false immortal, like those mortals whose chests have been hollowed out.

“There must be false immortals being born, but logically, false immortals must first be born from divine statues, but they don’t carry any divine statues at all…”

Ma Shan opened his glassy eye between his eyebrows, and golden light swept over the nineteen people.

This sight was quite alarming; it sent chills down his spine.

The distracting thoughts in the minds of the nineteen people were dissipating, and the source was indeed the invisible false immortal, who was not far from being fully born.

With his crystal-clear eyes fixed on the distracting thoughts, Ma Shan felt as if struck by lightning.

Ma Shan saw ten blurry phantoms awakening, some male, some female, some old, some young, all sitting upright on a mountain of corpses containing hundreds of thousands of bones.

How could he not know that the ten false immortals were conceived in very similar ways? Kong Xuan

By guiding the true spirit into the body, a fake immortal can possess the strength of a true immortal.

However, they originally planned to revive Kong Xuan in the Zhuxian Formation, but Kong Xuan had been tampered with by Lady Yunxiao, and it was Bixiao who was revived instead.

"It's the Ten Heavenly Kings?!"

Ma Shan frowned. How could the Ten Heavenly Lords be involved with Yang He?

"No."

A cold glint flashed across his face, and he immediately made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, spitting out a line of crimson fire from his mouth.

The doors and windows of the house shattered, and the charred corpses twisted and rose like marionettes, their bodies engulfed in raging flames, swarming into the house.

boom.

The flames burned fiercely, and the breaths of the nineteen people grew weaker.

Ma Shan looked around, his glassy eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty as he gazed at the giant cauldron, feeling as if the Ten Heavenly Lords of the Source were inside.

"Why is it that the Corpse Daoist can gain the assistance of the Ten Heavenly Lords?"

He hardly participated in the Ten Deadly Formations, never paid attention to the Ghost Tamers, and the ten sons of the Yang family never attracted the attention of the Chan and Jie sects.

"The Ten Heavenly Kings are members of the Jie Sect. After their resurrection, the first person they'll probably kill is the Corpse Daoist, right? Or do they have other plans?"

Ma Shan deeply understood the fear that the Taoist Ran Deng had.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "With those madmen dead, the Ten Heavenly Lords are now free from distractions and their efforts have been in vain."

boom.

Houses collapsed, and smoke and dust swept outwards in waves.

Ma Shan was slightly lost in thought.

Surprisingly, there was still one thing inside the house that had survived the raging fire.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rings.

(End of this chapter)