Mythology

Chapter 380 The Green Ox Demon King
When Ma Shan heard the phone ring, his heart skipped a beat.

The phone booth appeared abruptly in the ruins, its paint peeling and its glass covered with cracks left by the fire.

But the aura emanating from him was unmistakable; he was a true immortal!

"The Ten Heavenly Kings?!"

Ma Shan's breath caught in his throat as he saw a boy of about seven or eight years old standing on tiptoe to take the microphone, his gaze sweeping over him indifferently.

The boy was wearing a faded blue cloth shirt, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, only his dark eyes were unfathomable.

"Not the Ten Heavenly Kings."

Ma Shan suddenly remembered Kong Xuan, who had been replaced by Bi Xiao, and squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth.

"The Corpse Daoist is... a thief of the Dao, and also a substitute for someone else."

"Could it be that Daoist Ran Deng is so wary of Daoist Shi because of the Twenty-Four Heavens? After all, this treasure was lost for a period of time."

"Impossible. Even if the Corpse Daoist had the audacity, he would never covet the Twenty-Four Heavens."

Ma Shan transformed into flames and rushed towards the phone booth, distorting the surrounding air.

The boy ignored Ma Shan and simply dragged the nineteen people who still had a chance of survival into the phone booth. After another brief ring, the nineteen people had vanished into thin air.

Ma Shan couldn't help but speak up: "Which kind of wandering immortal are you? Do you even know who my master is? I advise you not to associate with the Corpse Daoist, otherwise..."

Just as he was about to touch the phone booth, the boy suddenly turned his head.

The boy stared coldly at Ma Shan, his words laced with chilling malice, "Who am I? Yang Jiulang, and the Corpse Daoist your master is targeting is none other than my father!!!"

"you……"

A childish voice surged with overwhelming killing intent, "How dare you disrespect your father?!"

boom!
An invisible pressure, like mountains and seas collapsing, forced the karmic fire within Ma Shan's body back into his own. A crack appeared in the Earth God's ghostly domain, and a mournful wail echoed from the nearby shrine.

Ma Shan was sent flying backwards in a sorry state.

Yang Jiulang returned to the phone booth and ignored Ma Shan, who disappeared along with the phone booth.

Ma Shan belatedly looked towards the east city, his glass eyes spotting something amiss, and the giant cauldron that was cooking Yang He began to shake violently.

"not good!!"

He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts struggling with whether or not to take the risk.

He then realized that if he let Yang He go, he would probably die as well. The Taoist Ran Deng would not let him off easily, and he would probably be reduced to ashes.

Click click click.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the giant cauldron.

The Fire God was so excited that he danced with joy, as if he could already see the scene of sharing the great medicine, which made many disciples cheer and jump for joy.

"What a potent medicine! Haha, if we continue to cook it for a few more days, we're sure to reap the rewards!"

The Fire God continuously threw his fire-working disciples into the cauldron, and flames enveloped the giant cauldron, forming nine crackling fire snakes.

Ma Shan transformed into a streak of light and sped away. From afar, he saw the Kitchen God frantically making hand seals and chanting incantations, as the fire serpent was gradually becoming overwhelmed.

"If I actively join in and fuel the fire, I should be able to suppress the Corpse Daoist. Once the Burning Lamp Daoist awakens, regardless of whether he is one of the Ten Heavenly Lords, he will perish!"

"Step aside!!!"

Ma Shan crawled under the giant cauldron, and the firelight transformed into colorful karmic fire.

More than twenty fire serpents appeared, binding the giant cauldron tightly like chains, and the cracks that were about to collapse were gradually healing.

The Kitchen God and the Fire God were overjoyed upon seeing this.

They exclaimed repeatedly, "The karmic fire of Immortal Ma Shan is indeed pure!"

"With such a powerful fire, the great medicine will surely be successfully made!"

Ma Shan clenched his teeth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had no time to respond to the false immortal's flattery; all his energy was focused on maintaining the karmic fire. Although the fire appeared to be raging, one could actually sense a terrifying power accumulating within the cauldron.

Now, Ma Shan is in a difficult situation.

…The giant cauldron was engulfed in flames.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was almost completely burned down, leaving only the altar protected by five-colored divine light.

Bixiao's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. It wasn't that she was powerless to hold on, but rather that she was worried that the flames would spread to Yang He.

Yang He sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his eyes closed.

His skin was covered in charred black, and the aura of heavenly tribulation and karmic fire were tearing each other apart. The small world of corpse wheel had reached the edge of the transformation field.

"Brother! You should listen to me and leave this place of trouble."

Bixiao seemed at a loss. If the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple were destroyed, she could survive with the Five-Colored Divine Light, but Yang He would surely die.

She suddenly remembered something, and the five-colored divine light disappeared into the fire.

Immediately, the blue ox's head landed at his feet.

Without even needing to communicate with his mind, the green bull's head grinned, its fur instantly returning to normal, and shouted, "You want to save him! You want to save him?!"

Bixiao nodded, and the Green Ox Head spoke with a ferocious expression.

"Then let me devour him!! Next, I will tell you a few locations where my scattered physical organs are located. Find each organ and I will reconstruct this person's body and soul."

Bixiao retreated repeatedly, falling into immense despair.

The green ox head continued aggressively, "Only if I eat him will I have a chance to survive. If you don't agree, you will be the one who killed him!"

"Let me eat!"

"Let me eat it!!"

Bixiao was completely bewildered, tears streaming down her chin.

The allure of the green bull's head still echoed in her ears; she could only cover her face with trembling hands, unable to stop the voice from reverberating in her mind.

"Let me eat! Let me..."

The green ox head suddenly stopped, and the entire sea of ​​fire fell silent.

Bixiao looked up blankly, only to see the raging flames inexplicably freeze.

Ten figures had unknowingly surrounded the altar, protecting her and Yang He, and respectfully waiting for Yang He to emerge from seclusion.

The green ox's head showed resentment and venom, its eyes darting around, and it spoke to Bixiao in a low voice.

“Silly girl, do you really think these people are here to save your brother? They haven’t even put out the fire. You try to test them, and I’ll take the opportunity to devour your brother’s soul.”

Bixiao looked over instinctively and saw the ten sons of the Yang family standing silently and motionless.

"That's right, they want to devour your brother's flesh and blood!"

The green ox head moved closer to Yang He, greedily opening its upper and lower jaws.

"Si... Your Majesty."

The green ox's head stared wide-eyed, and in his daze, he noticed that Yang He had regained consciousness and was looking him over with a mocking expression.

"Was it called King Si or King Dou?"

Yang Hemei's mind sparkled, and her inner world seemed to be about to emerge.

The green ox head was incredulous and could no longer pretend to be mindless. "You... how do you know me? What is your relationship with Laozi?"

"So it really is you, you Green Ox Demon."

Yang He's understanding of Journey to the West far surpasses that of Investiture of the Gods.

I was deeply impressed by the Great King Si, the mount of Laozi. It used its Vajra Bracelet to take away the weapons of all the gods, leaving Monkey King powerless.

Yang He pointed his index finger to his brow. "Green Ox Demon, do you believe I'll complain to Laozi?"

"I..."

Yang He picked up the green ox head and kicked it into the sea of ​​fire. Yang Liulang took it and sealed it directly inside the mirror on his chest.

"My children, the altar is nearing completion. Help me to contend with those immortals!"

(End of this chapter)