Chapter 105 Nezha Yang He, please visit the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea
Nezha looked up to the sky and roared, surrounded by countless Hun Tian Ling.
Although Li Jing was inferior in strength, he had long realized that Nezha would not let him go, and had prepared many means to save his life.
Relying on the Five Elements Escape Technique, he tried to break through Hun Tianling many times.
"No wonder he can survive until the end of the Conferred Gods. Li Jing is really capable."
Yang He leaned out of the tower carrying the pure Yin coffin.
He frowned slightly, thinking about whether to step forward to finish the attack, but he noticed from the corner of his eye that the exquisite pagoda was emitting a faint light, and the traces of Li Jing's refining on the surface were gone.
The faint sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures echoed.
"Randeng Taoist?"
Yang He looked nervous. The Linglong Pagoda was given to Li Jing by Taoist Ran Deng. If Taoist Ran Deng intervened, it would be very troublesome.
He waited solemnly, but saw that the second floor of the Linglong Pagoda turned into a speck of dust.
The wind blows.
The dust has disappeared.
Yang He looked pitiful. It seemed that Taoist Ran Deng was gradually recalling the Linglong Pagoda. Li Jing had no one to rely on and he was probably going to die today.
"Why, Immortal! You said that Nezha can be surrendered by burning the Linglong Pagoda!!"
Boom!
Huntian Ling hit her hard.
Li Jing screamed and flew backwards, his skin and flesh burned black by the fire of karma.
Yang He withdrew his gaze, and immediately the third and fourth floors of the pagoda turned into dust.
He couldn't help but come to the few remaining floors of the pagoda, "There is a beginning and an end. Since there is already a bottom floor, why not give me the top floor too."
"Hey hey hey."
Yang He directed the blood to spurt out, and at the same time the Yang Fire burned fiercely, directly forcibly refining the top of the pagoda by consuming Yang Shou.
In an instant, more than 90% of the blood had been drained.
Yang He's face was just pale, the yang fire turned into yin fire, the corpse's immortal body was far beyond what the storyteller could compare to, and the blood was not the key.
The top of the tower became extremely mottled, and a connection soon emerged.
"Come."
With a thought in Yang He's mind, the top of the tower shrank and hung in his palm.
He stared at the top of the tower with serious anticipation. If Taoist Ran Deng took it back by force, he planned to return to the main world to exchange it immediately.
As a result, Taoist Randeng allowed Yang He to refine the top of the tower.
Boom!
Boom! !
Nezha opened up a large piece of land, and the commotion became more and more intense. If he continued to stay in the Dragon King Temple, he would inevitably be affected.
Moreover, it is difficult for Nezha to perform well with his hands tied.
"It is definitely impossible to escape from Chentangguan. This trip is to complete the allusion. Now that Nezha has reshaped his body, as long as Jiang Ziya is found, it should be certain to prevent the dragon disaster from getting worse..."
"Huh?"
Yang He stood at the entrance of the Dragon King Temple, and belatedly realized that something was wrong with Chentangguan.
First of all, the strange dragon stone statue at the door was missing.
Secondly, there was only a lot of noise in the direction of the pier. The doors and windows of every house were closed, and there were not even a few figures visible in the clear sky.
Yang He opened his eyes and looked around.
As a result, the nearby street scene changes when the gaze moves.
Behind him is no longer the Dragon King Temple, but in front of a strange mansion. Yes, as long as his sight is lost, he will be taken elsewhere.
The spiritual vision began to increase for no reason.
In just a few breaths, Yang He appeared in different places one after another.
But one thing is certain, he is getting closer and closer to the dock, as if there is an invisible force pushing him to the dock.
The pupils between Yang He's eyebrows opened and closed, and then pupils popped out all over his body.
There was no blind spot in his sight. At this moment, he was only two or three streets away from the dock, and he could clearly hear a grand meeting being held inside.
Snap, snap, snap.
At the end of the street a hundred meters away from Yang He, there were footsteps approaching from far away.
The old man was carrying a load of goods and shaking a rattle in his hand. It could be seen from the trajectory that he was coming from the grand meeting at the dock.
“Needles, thread, rouge and gouache, fun little things~~”
The usually unusual hawking sounds made sobs resound in the closed room.
Yang He thought of Cailian Town. At that time, when evil spirits were infested, ordinary people could only stay at home and listen to the strange and inexplicable movements outside.
"Brother, are you... coming with us to welcome the real dragon?"
The old man stayed where he was, but his neck began to stretch towards Yang He. In the blink of an eye, he was five or six meters away, and his head, which looked like a human and a dragon, came closer.
A smile appeared on his upper and lower jaws, and he said flatteringly: "Become a dragon with us..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man's face suddenly changed drastically, and his facial features were distorted and he shouted: "They are foreigners, and foreigners want to trespass into the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea!"
puff.
The neck came out of the body, and the human-faced dragon bit towards Yang He.
"Has the transformation into a dragon begun?"
"I'm really impatient. It seems I'm afraid that Nezha will disrupt the situation."
Yang He dodged sideways and pinched the human-faced dragon with his ghostly hand. Its body was struggling and its old face kept cursing.
"Foreigners will not have a good death!"
Life was cut off, and the corpse was directly exchanged for spiritual vision.
The old body of the human-faced dragon is only an empty shell.
Yang He looked at the dock in the distance, and then set off without hesitation. He had to figure out what the purpose of the East China Sea Dragon Palace was.
………
The water was rough and the waves splashed on the shore.
Inside the pier, it's a different scene.
Forty-five statues of patrolling Yakshas are placed in an orderly manner. The statues have different expressions. Two to three hundred long-necked weirdos are burning incense and praying nearby.
There were also groups of soldiers gathered in the open space of the dock.
The number of soldiers would increase from time to time, and they would arrive at the dock within a few blinks of an eye. They were all frightened so much that they felt like animals waiting to be slaughtered, two-legged sheep deliberately selected for slaughter by the patrolling Yaksha.
Jin Zaleng was sweating profusely, trying to find a way out of the situation, but the forty-five patrolling Yaksha statues were also lifelike, and he had no idea where Xie Sui's real body was.
"I hope Mu Zha is okay, I don't know what is happening with Nezha."
Jin Zha held the magic talisman between his fingertips.
Although he has not yet become the true successor of Wulong Mountain, he has successfully become a disciple of Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun and received many protective talismans.
Jin Zha noticed that all the patrolling Yaksha statues blinked occasionally.
If we follow this rule, Xie Sui's true form should be constantly changing, and he might be able to seize a glimmer of hope.
Jin Zha was hesitant, and his next move might very well determine whether they lived or died.
Sweat drips.
"The twelfth statue on the left blinks more frequently..."
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Jin Zha subconsciously turned his head and saw a boy walking towards the dock. He looked strange and had extremely weak yang energy. He was carrying a coffin.
He had never seen the sun fire approaching extinguishment and still remain unharmed.
"Who is he?!!"
Some of the soldiers also noticed something strange, but they didn't dare to say anything. Judging from Yang He's dress, he should be a Taoist with inheritance.
Jin Zha was shocked. This Taoist boy was not a human being, he was clearly a corpse.
And indeed it is.
Yang He had red hair growing wildly all over his body, his breath was filled with corpse poison, and his sharp fangs extended.
"Jin Zha, I am Yang He, the true successor of Jinguang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain. If you don't want mother-in-law and mother-in-law, work with me to force Xunhai Yaksha out."
"Continuing to wait will only make Chentangguan doomed."
Jin Zha was stunned and realized that this person was Nezha's fellow student.
He was in a bit of a dilemma.
You must know that Xunhai Yaksha is at least an evil ghost, and Yang He's aura is indeed terrifying, but it is only at the level of perfect innate realm.
Is there any other means? Otherwise, wouldn't it be to die?
Jin Zha also realized that what Yang He said was true, and delaying would only lead to death, "Li Feng, lead the brothers to stop the evil spirit!!"
The soldiers drew their sabers, but the human-faced dragon ignored them at all.
Puff puff puff.
The human-faced monster dragons rushed towards Yang He. Most of them were weak ghosts that had just been conceived, but many of them had grown to the level of evil ghosts.
Yang He didn't hold anything back, and the ghost pupils were directly embedded in the ghost's body between the eyebrows.
The ghost body opened a crack.
When Yang He was at the top of the tower, he had already realized that he could use the ghost body. As expected, the power of the pupil ghost was doubled.
Wherever you look, there is flesh and blood proliferating in the gaps between the floors and walls.
Hum~~
Jin Zha covered his head, as if there were countless wails ringing in his ears.
The human-faced monster dragons suffered from a large number of parasitic eye pupils, and weak karma fire burst out from the body, and then exploded involuntarily.
After forty or fifty evil spirits were eliminated, the rest of the human-faced dragons stopped moving forward.
Yang He's mouth and nose were bleeding, and the ghost's body had consumed at least ten years of his life with his eyes open.
Jin Zha's scalp was numb. After giving the order, there was no turning back. How many times could Yang He use this extremely costly method?
Doesn't he know that Xunhai Yaksha is... an evil ghost? ! !
As if sensing that the two-legged sheep was already struggling to its death, the statues grinned from the corners of their mouths to their ears, with fine cracks spreading.
Jin Zha collapsed to the ground, unable to even use the magic talisman.
Because there are actually eight patrolling Yakshas in total.
Seven powerful ghosts and one evil ghost!
Jin Zha's magic talisman can only block evil spirits at best. No one can deal with it, not himself, not Yang He, and everyone will die.
He didn't understand what Yang He was doing, as if he had something to rely on.
Bang! ! !
Broken stone statues fell from the sky and hit the pier heavily.
Jin Zha took a closer look and saw that the stone statue clearly came from the main hall of the Dragon King Temple, and it smashed the evil ghost Xunhai Yaksha into minced meat everywhere.
"Bah!"
Fire clouds came overwhelmingly.
Nezha stands on a hot wheel and has three heads and six arms. One of the arms is still holding an urn that is common in temples.
When Hun Tianling was stirred up, many human-faced monsters and dragons were wiped out.
Xunhai Yaksha's smile froze, and Hun Tianling had already strangled his neck. Nezha sneered and twitched hard, and his head shot up into the sky.
Yang He canceled the corpse and disassembled the immortal body, summoned the three-legged tripod and began to collect the remaining limbs and meat.
Regardless of whether the storyteller can be resurrected or not, he is a rare resource.
Yang He saw that Xunhai Yaksha had no power to fight back. Nezha, who had reshaped his body, had extraordinary strength, and his moral integrity was stable after killing his father.
"It's only a matter of time before the allusion is completed."
"But...where's Jiang Ziya?"
Yang He recalled the plot of Nezha causing trouble in the sea. After the death of Yasha who patrolled the sea, the third prince of the Dragon Palace was skinned and cramped. In the end, the Dragon King of the East China Sea forced Nezha to death.
Yin energy rises.
The sea level rose for no reason, and in a moment it was already below Yang He's ankles.
No, it's not that the sea level is rising, it's that the entire Chentangguan is sinking into the East China Sea, heading towards the deep sea at a speed of half a meter per breath.
Nezha grabbed the mutilated patrolling Yaksha.
The patrolling Yaksha let out a shrill, shrill cry.
"Yang He!!"
"Nezha!!!"
"East China Sea Dragon Palace please!!!"
(End of chapter)