Mythology

Chapter 500 The Nuoxiang Becomes a Demon, Once Again Playing the Yellow-Eyebrowed King

After Yang He returned to the main world, the inner demons that had been isolated in the world of historical allusions began to stir again.

It's not that inner demons transcend time, but rather that new inner demons are about to be born, which could very likely force the true body into the Three Difficulties.

He dared not delay and immediately went to the world of classical allusions.

"Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well leave the game running and see how the immortals and Buddhas deal with this."

[Common Object: Tian Sheng Ling]

[Related Allusions: "Daughter Ghost", "Ghostless Cave", "Drought Ghost"... Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"determine."

Yang He scanned the various regular characters, finally fixing his gaze on the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

[Child with the chime: You have mistakenly entered the Mother-Child River of the Women's Kingdom. Not only are demons eyeing you covetously, but your inner demons are also lurking in the shadows.]

"The Yellow-Eyebrowed King is indeed a breakthrough point, but there's no rush to play the role yet."

"hey-hey."

"Playing the role of [Ghost Lord] again."

.........

The moment Yang He opened his eyes, he was back in the present world, the Kingdom of Women.

To be precise, two full days had passed, and Ghost Lord had only just arrived when he noticed the growth of the inner demon during this time.

The inner demons have definitely reached the level of a Great Immortal.

In addition to his two great supernatural powers, he is not invincible, but at least most immortals and Buddhas cannot do anything about his inner demons, making him unrivaled among those of the same realm.

Yang He was walking down the street when he unexpectedly stepped over a step.

In that moment of stunned silence, Yang He's consciousness inadvertently merged with his inner demon, and the instant he stepped down felt as if he were stepping on a watermelon.

puff.

Yang He looked down but found nothing unusual. However, he soon discovered that someone had died at the hands of their inner demons.

The inner demon is like an uncontrollable incarnation, which can also utilize the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Yang He's sudden realization was that, through the connection with the Taoist temple, he was able to personally experience the events that his inner demons had gone through.

He swept across the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field and, as expected, found a headless corpse inside.

The headless corpse died by having its head crushed by being trampled, then swallowed by the inner demon, which could not digest it, and finally fell into the dojo.

Yang He frowned slightly, unsure whether the sensation of the inner demon was good or bad.

He looked around and randomly chose a restaurant to go to.

"Please come in, sir!"

The restaurant's signboard prominently displayed the name "Drunken Immortal Pavilion." Before Yang He could even lift his robe and step over the threshold, the waiter was already there with a beaming smile.

"Yes, a secluded spot."

"One person in the private room on the second floor."

Yang He chose a seat by the window. From this angle, he could see half of the magnificent Daughter Kingdom. Noble ladies were selecting rouge, children were laughing and playing around sugar figurine stalls, and in the distance, acrobats were drawing cheers.

"A pot of pear blossom white wine, and I'll also order your signature four-flavor appetizer."

The waiter quickly complied, his gaze involuntarily fixed on Yang He for a few moments.

I felt terrified when facing the customer directly.

Once the wine and dishes were served, Yang He picked up a celadon wine cup. Just as his lips touched the rim of the cup, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. In the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, there were several more corpses with tragically dead appearances.

His index finger trembled slightly as images of crushing countless Arhats flashed through his mind.

The inner demons have begun to wreak havoc, and the first to suffer are the Arhats and True Immortals. With a slap of their palms, which are wrapped in five-colored divine light, the immortals and Buddhas are annihilated before they can even react.

Yang He's expression was subtle. Inside the dojo, twenty or thirty corpses were piled up haphazardly.

It's clear that the inner demon's methods of killing are becoming increasingly sophisticated, even somewhat...obsessive?
Yang He was not mistaken; the inner demon was indeed obsessive. Apart from initially crushing the corpse's head, the inner demon continued to pursue the integrity of the corpse and was extremely cautious in taking it into the dojo.

"Inner demons are born from my malice."

"Huh? Has the idea of ​​picking up corpses really gotten so ingrained in my bones?"

Yang He chuckled a few times. Indeed, the more complete the corpse, the easier it is to refine the fruit position. The Investiture of the Gods also requires the corpse to be more than 60% intact.

"The status of Arhat is better than nothing, it's better than having none at all..."

Yang He muttered to himself, and the commotion from his inner demons abruptly ceased. Not long after, a Bodhisattva died, his corpse filled with astonishment.

"Well."

Yang He groaned, as if his inner demons were influencing him from the shadows.

The corpse was named Miaoyin Bodhisattva. Like Guanyin Bodhisattva, it had a male appearance but a female form, and its skin was covered with densely packed pupils.

"So...filial? Logically speaking, shouldn't the inner demon and the true body be locked in a life-or-death struggle?"

Yang He took a sip of the liquor, the sweet and spicy liquid sliding down his throat.

He was completely stumped and couldn't help but relive the process of killing the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Sound. During that time, he felt as if he were there, witnessing the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Sound using Buddhist treasures made from thousands of relics to block the attack.

As a result, he was kicked to pieces by his inner demon, and then his head and spine were pulled out of his chest cavity.

"What a sin!"

Yang He tried to suppress his distracting thoughts, but he couldn't stop smiling, after all, what his inner demon was doing was exactly what he wanted to do.

"You should stop when you're at your inner demons. If the immortals and Buddhas join forces, it will be difficult to kill them."

"Hey Hey."

Yang He grinned, drawing astonished glances from the surrounding patrons, who assumed he was a mentally unstable hysteriac.

Little did they know, the inner demon had just bitten off the neck of a celestial immortal half a breath earlier.

Yang He looked out the window and saw a juggler dressing a monkey in official robes, which made passersby burst into laughter.

He smiled and shook his head, then picked up a piece of candied plum and put it in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste burst on his tongue. At the same time, the inner demon was chewing on the heart that Xuanxian had taken out of his chest.

"Damn it, I'm afraid I'm going to become a pervert sooner or later."

To Yang He's astonishment, the bottleneck in the three calamities and six disasters had actually loosened.

"It means that using immortals and Buddhas to overcome tribulations is truly effective."

He tried to stop resisting his inner demons, and his consciousness was deeply immersed in a subtle state, as if the inner demons were faintly transforming into extensions of his limbs.

"My inner demon is a bit strange. It seems I can't be greedy. After killing a group of immortals and Buddhas, I have to play the role of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King to refine it."

Yang He let his inner demon target the more malevolent immortals and Buddhas. The inner demon did not refuse at all, and directly abandoned the immortals and Buddhas, sending out the Arhats and True Immortals to take the hits, and traversed the streets and alleys of the Women's Kingdom.

His lips twitched, his inner demons targeting the Buddha of Julu Sun.

The inner demon's body had swelled to over ten meters in size, its rotting form covered with countless remnants of the flesh and bones of immortals and Buddhas, resembling a robe.

In just a moment, I heard my senior brother's familiar voice.

Immediately afterwards, Yang He heard Ju Liusunfo's screams. The old cunning man hadn't expected to be engulfed in flames and was cursing incessantly while trying to escape his inner demons.

Although Yang He couldn't see the specific scene, he could imagine how embarrassed Sun Fo must be.

"Well?"

Just when the inner demons had driven Julusun Buddha to the brink of despair, Julusun Buddha inexplicably disappeared, and his presence could not be detected.

Yang He was puzzled and stopped interfering with the inner demons.

As the days passed, the corpses in the temple piled up like mountains, but most of them were ordinary Arhats and True Immortals, and there were also quite a few Bodhisattvas and Mysterious Immortals. As for Buddhas and above, there were only some broken limbs and pieces of flesh.

Strangely, there were very few demons.

Yang He could sense that the real Kingdom of Women was becoming increasingly empty.

The immortals and Buddhas must have found a way to avoid their inner demons, most likely by escaping into the deeper parts of the so-called Mother-Child River. Of course, judging from the concerns shown by the immortals and Buddhas, the benefits definitely outweigh the drawbacks.

Upon seeing this, Yang He realized that there was little point in staying in the Women's Kingdom in the present world.

After returning to the main world, bring up the panel again. [Common Item: Tian Sheng Ling]

[Related Allusions: "Daughter Ghost", "Ghostless Cave", "Drought Ghost"... Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"determine."

“Playing the role of the bell-ringing boy.”

Please select the demon form of the bell-ringing boy after his descent to earth.

Yang He looked somewhat helpless. The limitation of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was that he had to choose a ghost as a vessel to transform into a demon, which made it impossible to use his two supernatural powers.

"Choose [Nuoxiang Ghost]".

Among the ghosts that Yang Herong could control, the Nuo Xiang ghost should have the highest potential, barely able to unleash some of the power of the Immortal Transformation Technique.

At the same time, in order to deal with inner demons, he carried all the innate treasures.

The children of the other regular characters were also cast, so that if they could play them, they wouldn't have to worry about the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's fighting strength.

"Now that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King can combine four elements, hopefully he can make up for his shortcomings."

.........

Hu Hu Hu.

A figure hurried through the market, turning back every now and then, his eyes filled with fear.

He was a minor demon, or more precisely, a stone demon that had recently taken human form. The demonic aura he emitted was very weak and barely perceptible.

Its shape resembles a roughly hewn stone statue, with a bluish-gray surface covered in moss, and sharp rock edges that are not yet fully concealed at the joints.

The skull is covered with a large number of severely weathered pebbles, and the facial features are indentations of varying depths, with cracks serving as eyes and holes as mouths.

The stone demon held a plain, unremarkable rock in its arms, refusing to let go.

He hurriedly arrived at a small earthen temple next to the market. After pushing open the door, a damp and musty smell hit him, mixed with the stench of wild animals.

suddenly.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, flickered in the darkness.

The stone demon looked closely and saw a group of small demons huddled together in the temple, their rough skin rubbing against each other, making an unpleasant rustling sound.

The little demons have different appearances; some have fangs and scales, some have many eyes, and some are covered in feathers.

In the center was a gigantic demon, whose cultivation was far beyond that of lesser demons, so it already resembled a human in almost seven or eight parts.

It's barely discernible that it's a leopard that has become a demon.

"Big brother, the stone that the demon kings care about... we've found it!!"

The stone demon quickly handed the stubborn rock to the leopard demon, who held it high.

The rock was covered with scratches of all sizes. The leopard demon studied it for a long time in the flickering firelight, but found nothing special about it.

"Stone, are you sure... it's this stone?"

"determine."

The stone demon nodded quickly, "I stole it after replacing it with my own heart. If stones weren't indistinguishable, it wouldn't have been so easy to obtain."

"Will the Demon King find out?"

The leopard demon shrank back guiltily, the stubborn rock feeling like a hot potato, something it wished it could throw away.

"Well, as long as they don't shatter my heart, it won't be noticeable to the naked eye."

"That's fine."

"Big...Big Brother, can the stone really protect us from leaving the Mother-Child River?"

The weasel demon asked tremblingly, its ears twitching nervously.

"shit."

The leopard demon puffed out his chest, deliberately showing off his majestic figure. "The immortals and Buddhas have already fled to the upper reaches of the Mother-Child River. The reason why the Demon King is lingering downstream is precisely because of this."

He triumphantly tossed the stubborn rock, then said, word by word, "The Demon King has no intention of protecting us lesser demons; we must work together..."

The leopard demon kept muttering to itself, while the other lesser demons looked on with reverence.

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang came from outside the temple.

boom! ! !
The leopard demon was so frightened that it dropped the rock and then lay prostrate on the ground, motionless. All the lesser demons did the same without prior agreement, and their breathing temporarily stopped.

Dust fell softly from the roof beams, and a thick, gloomy aura spread out.

"is her!"

The six-legged spider demon murmured, all eight of its eyes turning toward the temple gate, "The Great Agricultural Office, a monster born at the end of the Mother-Child River."

"Shut up, you idiot!!"

The leopard demon growled in a low voice, its fur bristling and its tail tucked tightly between its hind legs.

He knew that the spider demon's supernatural powers could see through illusions and that the Grand Agriculture Bureau was indeed real, but how could he provoke the other party if he didn't make a sound?

"If she comes, we are doomed!"

Snapped.

The spider demon's eyeballs burst one after another, and thick yellow liquid splattered onto the leopard demon's face.

Outside the temple, the earth began to tremble rhythmically, not from footsteps, but from a terrifying sense of oppression brought about by something indescribable.

The sound of a woman's sobbing was carried on the wind, growing louder as it approached, filling the entire night sky.

The doors and windows were opened.

Upon seeing the Grand Minister of Agriculture, the lesser demons were so frightened that they reverted to their original forms.

The Great Agricultural Office was a thousand feet tall, woven from countless pale arms, which were intertwined with each other, each finger performing a grooming action similar to combing hair, drawing eyebrows, or applying lipstick.

On the chest of the figure, thousands of hands cradle an earthenware jar with a faded "double happiness" character pasted on it. The mouth of the jar is tied with a red rope, and it makes a series of muffled thumping sounds as it moves, as if something is struggling frantically inside.

"The Ministry of Agriculture."

Blood seeped from the leopard demon's ears, its gaze fell on the stubborn rock, then turned away in despair.

Just then, the stone egg shattered into pieces.

The stone egg trembled violently, slowly oozing a black, asphalt-like substance that twisted in the air into indescribable, misty tentacles.

The temperature inside the temple plummeted, instantly shutting out the oppressive atmosphere of the Grand Agricultural Office.

When the black mist completely emerged from the stone egg, all the lesser demons heard a shriek in their minds, and their demonic energy became unusable.

The black mist churned and expanded in the air, gradually outlining a blurry human figure.

When the human form finally materialized, the lesser demons couldn't help but vomit.

The black mist's skin was covered with constantly flowing dark patterns, sometimes resembling a star map, sometimes a cross-section of internal organs, and sometimes overlapping human faces.

The most terrifying thing was the head of the black mist, which should have been its face.

Now, however, it is covered with a tattered flag with four distorted characters written on it. The details are not clear, but the characters are so sharp that they seem to pierce the eye.

Yang He examined himself. Compared to the Yellow-Eyebrowed King who had devoured hundreds of thousands of people before, his second performance was terrifyingly weak. His only hope was that his Immortal Transformation Technique wouldn't be weakened too much.

"Unfortunately, there's no human flesh to eat in this godforsaken place."

He spoke without any pretense, and the leopard demon snapped out of his daze with a look of wild joy.

"Your Majesty!!!"

"The Zimu River has no shortage of human flesh. Let alone a thousand or ten thousand, even ten thousand would not be difficult to obtain with Your Majesty's abilities."

The leopard demon fawned over Yang He's toes, and the lesser demons didn't react for a moment.

"what's your name?"

"Your Majesty, I am a little demon named Drill Wind. Your Majesty may address me as Little Drill Wind."

(End of this chapter)