Chapter 120 Plague Qi Practitioner
Yang He was shocked.
The corpse's immortal body has a strange appearance, which seems to be very consistent with the plague eye of Emperor Haotian.
He could feel that the Universal Heavenly Lord was actually slightly stronger than the Haotian Emperor, but after all, the supernatural eye was dominated by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
After the corpse's immortal body is flawless, the only thing that can be called a weakness may be thunder.
Even if Yang He chooses the magical eye, there is a high probability that it will not make up for the shortcomings, but the pupil ghost will eat the corpse and dissolve the immortal body, which is a certainty.
Moreover, at the level of ghosts and gods, magical powers and abilities are all in line with oneself.
It's hard to tell exactly what's good and what's bad.
When it comes to talent and qualifications, few people can compare to Nezha, but when it comes to subsequent canonization, Nezha is not in the first echelon of heaven at all.
Yang He's Ghost Eyes are only auxiliary, and his Corpse Revealing Immortal Body is also auxiliary.
The ghost body is the basis for enlightenment.
Therefore, Emperor Haotian, who also has three heads and six arms, naturally stands out. Even Yang He is already considering that if there is a chance, he must find an opportunity to become the disciple of Emperor Haotian.
Yang He stared at Puhua Tianzun for a few breaths, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.
It seems that Wen Zhong, who had been in contact with him at the beginning, did not expect Master Wen to be so terrifying after becoming a god. Fortunately, he did not offend him too much.
Click click click.
There are cracks spreading on the surface of the Tongzhu Golden Pill.
If it were not nourished by Yang Qi, the golden elixir would not be able to withstand facing the shadows of ghosts and gods, and it would have consumed fifty or sixty years of Yang life without even realizing it.
Yang He did not dare to hesitate any longer and controlled the pupil ghost to swallow up the pupil golden elixir.
Hum~~~
There was a roar in my ears.
Yang He seemed to be able to see the phantoms of ghosts and gods approaching him step by step. An indescribable sense of oppression came over him, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.
He was itching all over, and there seemed to be countless poisonous insects crawling among his flesh and bones.
Then I smelled a putrid smell in my nose.
There was a disgusting putrid odor mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and blood, and before his eyes he saw a large number of seriously ill mortals struggling to their death.
Emperor Haotian became clearly visible, while the other ghosts and gods disappeared.
Yang He trembled all over.
He sensed that Emperor Haotian exuded Taoism in his movements, his breath was withering, and his mouth and nose were breathing in overwhelming poisonous mist.
The spiritual vision was indescribable. Emperor Haotian's body was actually made up of numerous diseased corpses. It did not look like a human being. Pus and blood dripped to the ground, corroding into pits that were smoking and pungent.
The third eye was looming, accompanied by bursts of wailing.
Yang He couldn't help retching. The depletion of Yangshou had no effect at all. On the contrary, the Taoist heart almost collapsed because of the remaining power of Emperor Haotian.
"At the time of the sect's allusion, wouldn't Emperor Haotian have already become a ghost?"
He forcibly suppressed the vitality that was about to be extinguished, ignored the phantom of Emperor Haotian, and focused on the transformation of Tonggui.
However, the influence of Emperor Haotian is still like gangrene attached to the bones.
Yang He was obviously sitting cross-legged, but his consciousness was spinning, rolling uncontrollably in the retreat room, and his internal organs were tingling.
Emperor Haotian seemed to be able to sense Yang He's pain.
The ghosts and gods let out a low, indistinct laugh, seeming to be pleased.
It wasn't until the Eye Pearl Golden Pill merged into the Eye Ghost that Emperor Haotian gradually disappeared from his mind.
"Fortunately, it's a corpse Taoist boy. If he were in the main world, he would probably go crazy."
Yang He gasped for air, his hair turned gray due to the depletion of Yangshou, and the appearance of Emperor Haotian was deeply imprinted in his mind.
When he regained his composure, Tonggui was already absorbing yin energy to stabilize his cultivation.
"The Third Heavenly Miaowei Heavenly Eye should be related to Jiazi Taisui's Heavenly Eye. I...I forcibly used my spiritual vision to transform it into the plague eye of Emperor Haotian, otherwise I wouldn't have been tortured to death."
"Cough cough cough."
Yang Heyi touched his forehead, his body temperature was already extremely high.
"Poison?"
"More like a plague."
"Damn it, I just indirectly imagined that Emperor Haotian would be infected by the plague? How terrifying are the ghosts and gods themselves!!!"
Yang He was stunned, his internal organs were failing.
The exposed skin was covered with acne, and the body of the corpse corpse showed no reaction, allowing the plague to erode every inch of flesh and bone.
Yang He urged the corpse to dissolve the immortal body, and the plague became more active.
Corpses are originally the best breeding ground for plague, and the immortal body of corpses is equivalent to a great tonic. If it spreads in the main world, the entire Jialiang Water Village will become a hell on earth.
"Cough cough cough."
He reluctantly summoned Tonggui.
After Tonggui digested the Tongzhu Golden Pill, he has been successfully promoted to the Li Ghost Realm, which is the so-called Zuidan Realm in the allusion world.
Yang He saw the yellow-green Dao Yun shining in his pupils, like two pupils, one large and one small, intersecting and converging with each other.
From time to time it turns into double pupils, and from time to time it turns into double pupils.
[Plague Practitioner: Tonggui (Li Gui)]
Yang He murmured helplessly: "Plague Qigong Practitioner, although I just added a prefix, I feel that the style of painting is completely different."
"Hey, after all, I am also the upright leader of the Chan Cult, and I have fallen to this point."
He was already too weak to delve into the specific changes in the Li Gui Realm.
The retreat room echoed with a drumming heartbeat.
"No, it's a pity to die on the eve of being hanged. I have to hold on until a few days later. Let's see what the so-called hanging is."
Yang He closed his eyes and rested, keeping the Yang Fire from extinguishing.
His consciousness quickly fell into a trance, and he could occasionally hear the ringing of the daily bell, but he no longer had the energy to confirm the number of times the bell was struck.
After Tonggui stabilized his cultivation, he immediately kept Yang He alive.
Just a few days seemed extremely long.
Dong Dong Dong...
The twenty-eight bells sounded like a reminder. Before Yang He opened his eyes, there were footsteps coming within half a meter from far to near, and a sizing look was looking at him.
His hair stood on end, and he had never thought that there were still living people in Qianyuan Mountain.
The other party muttered something vaguely in his mouth, and he looked closely at Yang He. Yang He noticed that what he was chanting was the Taoist Rebirth Mantra.
"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and I will be blessed by you all over the world."
"He who has a head will excel, and he who has no head will rise!"
"He who has a head will excel, and he who has no head will rise!!"
The rebirth mantra was hysterical, repeating the same words over and over again.
Yang He reluctantly glanced at Tonggui and saw the familiar old Taoist priest kneeling in front of him, applying pungent potion all over his body.
"Taiyi Zhenren?!"
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Yang He could tell the difference. The old Taoist priest's aura was completely different, there was no trademark wrinkle at the corner of his mouth, and his expression was slightly dull.
The old Taoist priest chewed the flesh and blood in his mouth, and he could identify it as Dao Ji Dan based on the smell of the medicine.
Yang He realized that the old Taoist priest was not supposed to look like real Taiyi. After taking Daoji Pill for a long time, his body and soul were assimilated.
It won't be long before he will be completely reduced to a new Dao Ji Dan.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you call me?"
Yang Heqiang tried to communicate with the old Taoist priest, but the latter still applied potion and put the magic charms on his limbs and forehead.
"He who has a head will excel, and he who has no head will rise!!"
Veins popped up on the old Taoist priest's forehead and he pinched Yang He's neck hard.
Yang He had already lost his life, but before the two ghosts could react, his neck was twisted directly and his heart stopped beating.
"He who has a head will excel, and he who has no head will rise!!"
Under the gaze of the old Taoist priest, Yang He's flesh and blood began to shrink.
Yang He felt no obvious pain. Under the salvation of the Rebirth Mantra, his consciousness actually had the illusion that he was about to become an immortal and attain enlightenment.
After a long time, his torso was nothing but bones.
The head still retains skin and flesh, but its size is shrinking a little, and dense red hair is growing out.
Snap.
Yang He's fist-sized head fell off.
After the head was reduced into a pocket, it was like an ordinary accessory.
Yang He's current state is very strange. He can't die anymore, but his consciousness that is about to disappear is attached to the pocket head.
The power ghost has been destroyed, and the pupil ghost remains on the forehead in the form of vertical eyes.
"No wonder the skeletons in the retreat room are all headless. It seems that they were all taken away while hanging alive."
The miniature human head has the characteristics of a corpse decomposed into an immortal body, turning into a very unique yin object.
The old Taoist priest staggered up, grabbed the miniature head, and slowly stepped into the wooden door on the wall. Outside the door was an endless walkway.
On both sides of the corridor are countless retreat rooms of various types.
The old Taoist priest walked through the aisle with an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, and finally stopped in front of an iron door with a portrait of Yuanshi Tianzun.
The iron door opens.
Yang He looked shocked, the narrow room was filled with miniature human heads.
A large number of miniature human heads were pierced through the lower jaws with iron hooks, with ferocious faces half-hanging, while their eyes were moving randomly.
"He who has a head will excel, and he who has no head will rise."
The old Taoist priest hung Yang He's head and left the room.
Yang He could feel his pocket-sized head being tempered by Yin Qi, slowly transforming into a Taoist golden elixir with the characteristics of a corpse-dissolving immortal body.
"Was the living hanging and living hanging originally the place where Taoist cultivation of golden elixirs was mass-produced?!!"
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Yang He returned to the main world and couldn't calm down for a long time.
The strangeness of Qianyuan Mountain is clearly visible.
[Whether you inherit the gains from the corpse boy, you will get the following benefits]
【Tonggui (Fire Ghost)】
Yang He was not surprised when he saw that there was no Taoist elixir in the harvest.
"The Taoist golden elixir made from my own head must be suitable, but it will probably take a while to dry in the Huoshang Temple. Next time I go to Qianyuan Mountain, I will go to the Piyang Temple to see it first."
"Although Pi Yang Guan is only responsible for the refining of Taoist robes, the refining of weapons has the same goal. There may be methods for refining corpse dragons and bone demons.
Yang He pinched his neck slightly in discomfort and reached out to pat the black cat's butt.
Meow~~
One person and one cat have a tacit understanding, and Yang He falls into the black cat's mustard space and begins to usher in the promotion of the true form of the main world's pupil ghost.
Emperor Haotian no longer appeared in Yang He's mind, everything fell into place.
After two hours, he had left the mustard space.
Even because the Eye Pearl Golden Pill does not need to withstand the erosion of ghosts and gods, the foundation of the Eye Pearl is obviously stronger, and the physical body has also transformed.
However, Qi practitioners mainly use Yin Qi after all, and the transformation of the physical body is subtle.
The next half month.
While Yang He was busy with the Cai Jia business, he was distracted by thinking about Tonggui in the Ligui realm.
The pupil ghost is already different from the third level of the Miaowei Tianyan. It will inevitably take a while to explore, and the breath cannot be exposed, so the progress is not fast.
During this period, good news came from the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce, and the other half of Shiwuwenshengwen was found.
It was being sent to Peibaicheng by the escort overnight.
(End of chapter)