Chapter 229: Take away the immortal's temple
The teahouse is brightly lit, revealing a strange atmosphere.
Two or three hundred short workers sat around the long table. They were picking a large number of broken pottery pieces during the day, and the color was as pale as bones.
The center is a complete pottery jar.
"Hehehehe."
A strange laughter came from the pottery jar, and there was a pungent stench.
"The employer said that it is up to me who can become a long-term worker."
"The employer said you must hand over eighteen tea cans tonight."
"The employer said that I can become the manager of the tea garden."
The narrow and haggard fingers gently stroked the edge of the pottery jar's mouth, giving the short-term workers an indescribable sense of oppression, and they dared not make a sound when they breathed.
The workers were desperately putting together broken pottery pieces, even adhering to them with blood.
The monks of the Ancestral Sect sweated coldly and looked up at the pottery jar from time to time. Although their memory was restored, their flesh and blood were covered with tea residue, and only 20 to 30% of the yin energy they could use was originally.
They couldn't imagine how terrible the employer mentioned by the Tao Weng people was.
But...
Staying in the tea garden will undoubtedly die.
According to the information found out, the tea garden recruits a group of short-term workers every three days, and more than 90% of the existing short-term workers are inexplicably missing.
Pick.
A crisp sound rang out, and a short worker accidentally fell and broke the pottery pieces.
He was so scared that he trembled all over. The bottom he had finally pieced together was split into pieces, and then he wanted to close it again in horror.
"Brother Zhuzi, I didn't mean it, don't be the boss..."
Not finished speaking.
The Tao Weng Man suddenly shouted loudly, "Zhou Sanshi, drink tea~~"
Zhou Sanshi opened his mouth wide and his uncontrolled extravasation of the tea soup with his mouth and nose became like a corpse of a giant in just a moment.
"After drinking tea soup, Zhou Sanshi, it's time to get into the jar~~"
"The new tea can is ready~~"
Crack.
Zhou Sanshi's flesh and blood collapsed, and he opened his mouth to swallow the broken pottery pieces.
The broken pottery pieces are embedded on the surface of the skin, while the broken parts are replaced by bones, and the whole person is constantly compressed in a very short time.
Including monks of the Ayurvedics, the forefathers witnessed the whole process with numb scalp.
Zhou Sanshi has become a tea pot covered with cracks, bleeding water seeps out of the cracks, and you can still hear the wailing sounds from inside.
"There are seventeen more."
The workers did not dare to neglect any more and continued to piece together the pottery pieces.
The monks of the Ancestral Sect slowed down at the same time. Their bodies were covered with tea residue, and the only chance they were left was probably only once.
Once you take action, the yin energy will be exhausted.
"Money, drink tea~~"
The Tao Wengren targeted another short-term worker, and his heavy breathing seemed extremely excited.
The monks of the Ancestral Sect looked at each other, and then stood up together.
"Kill!"
They accommodated the igniting ghosts, who were proficient in fire methods, and the moment they used the yin energy, the fire light gushed out became a line.
The flame exploded, but turned into blue smoke when it touched the pottery jar.
Then, the monks of the Analects splattered blood all over the body, and bones could be seen in the wounds. The roots of tea trees covered with mold spots extended out from it.
They took several steps in a row, and for a moment they were in a dilemma.
"The employer said that once you enter the park, you will all be reduced to tea cans."
Half of the head was poked out from the mouth of the pottery jar, and the humanoid monster with broken pottery skin was peeping at the outside world. He should have been a middle-aged man during his lifetime.
Just then.
A look of shock was added to his face, and the ground was slightly shaking. It was obvious that only by alarming the employer would cause such movement.
Tao Wengren explained panickedly: "Everything goes well, employers, they will never be the opponent of villains, never..."
The broken pottery pieces that were originally covered with tabletops disappeared without warning.
The next moment.
A figure blocked the moonlight coming through the window. A short beggar stood beside him, covering his mouth and pointing at the Tao Weng Man, "Uncle."
"Uncle, you...how did you become like this?"
A Ruan recognized Tao Wengren's original identity at a glance, and the pity mixed in her eyes deeply stimulated the latter.
The pottery jar man twisted and drilled out, and the sound of broken pottery pieces rubbing against each other was extremely harsh.
"The employer has promised me that it won't take too long to become a manager!"
"A Ruan, if you want, you can stay in the tea garden as a long-term worker, otherwise how can you live alone and lonely in the Ten Abyssal Formation!"
Ah Ruan didn't reply, and tears couldn't stop flowing.
Yang He did not give Tao Wengren a chance to continue speaking. The moment the black cat swallowed A Ruan, his right arm turned into a dragon and rushed out with a surging yin energy.
The giant dragon head roared through the walls of the teahouse.
After the laborers reacted, they rushed to escape to the foot of the mountain, even though they were so dirty that they fell because of the earth.
The monks of the Chan Sect were a little hesitant. Which disciple of the Chan Sect came?
Transforming dragon? Could it be the true teachings of Huanglong’s true master?
"Senior brother, there is another employer in the tea garden that has to be careful. We will help you set up a formation first, and then find an opportunity to surround and kill the evil spirits of Tao Weng together!!"
Yang He said nothing, his eyebrows opened and his eyes were raised.
boom!
The Tao Weng man squirted out an old blood and was knocked back by Yang He's dragon head.
The walls of the teahouse were split into pieces, and a deep pit was directly smashed into the ground. The man with the pottery jar's forehead was sunken, and the severe pain had spread throughout his body.
"Happy!!!"
Yang He's mouth raised. Even though his cultivation level in the Concentration Realm was borrowing the flesh and blood Taoist temple, he hadn't been unreserved for a long time.
He spitted and jumped up, and in a blink of an eye he was already three heads and six arms.
The pottery jar felt a terrifying threat, and the shattered frontal bones overflowed with black slurry, and the broken pottery pieces embedded in the flesh were like locusts flapping their wings.
"Why don't you listen to me? You can practice immortal methods by staying in the tea garden. Look at my appearance, it's not something that ordinary people can have. I'm alive, even if..."
Bang. Yang He had already arrived within half a meter, and his six arms were accumulating strength at the same time.
The six-headed monster dragon penetrated into the chest and abdomen of the Tao Weng man at the same time, and a large number of eye insects began to erode an inch of the body in the blink of an eye.
"Ahhhh..."
The Tao Weng man was in pain, but his expression was still arrogant.
"I'm immortal!!"
"Eternal Life?" Yang He grinned and tore open the spine of the pottery urn, and the bones pulled out appeared root-shaped, "It's just a puppet of the tea garden!"
An unparalleled force was passed from Yang He.
When did the monks of the Ancestral Sect see such a cruel fellow? Yang He grabbed the Tao Weng man's head and smashed it all over until his vitality was cut off.
The earth was shaking intensified, and the roots of tea trees as thick as water tanks broke out from the ground.
The so-called employer of the Taoweng people is a tea tree buried deep in the mountains. It is an evil spirit derived from the Ten Abyssal Formation, and it is only in its infancy.
"Create the three talent formation quickly!"
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As soon as the monks of the Analects clasped their fingers, the hot qi and blood directly interrupted the casting of the spell.
They watched Yang He's body size expand from the size of an ordinary person in a few breaths to over ten meters, and the ghost realm was shrouded in the sky, and countless limbs grew from the roots.
"Go!!"
Now, Yang He's identity is still unknown.
Three heads and six arms, the law of heaven and earth.
Only the Taoist corpse among the three generations of disciples of the Anarchy Sect.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong! ! !
Yang He kept tearing the roots and the mountains collapsed, and a faint fluorescence emitted from the inside, and the salty and wet smell mixed with the strange smell of protein decay.
The giant brain tissue is exposed, like the moon against the background of fluorescence.
"Hmm."
Yang He's cerebral cortex is itchy, as if young buds are about to break open. It can only be achieved by relying on spiritual roots to prevent the erosion of the tea garden from intensifying.
"This thing is a juvenile body! It's so fucking outrageous!!"
"Once it is formed, it will inevitably threaten the immortal!!!"
Yang He's pupils were red, and his six arms were tearing the roots like a storm. Then he put them into the mustard seed space regardless of the matter, getting closer to the brain tissue underground.
The spiritual roots were severely damaged, and the erosion of tea residues had begun to turn against each other.
Sudden.
The wrinkles of the brain stretched out and became extremely smooth overall.
"Huh?"
Yang He's back felt cold and he realized that the tea garden had been sleeping all the time, and now his consciousness tends to wake up.
Whoosh.
His three arms turned into dragons, and he crossed a hundred meters to grasp the flesh and blood Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.
"The timids starve to death, and the bold ones to death!"
Yang He pulled out the rest of his arms, and the roots and part of the brain tissue fell into his palms, and then he evacuated in the direction of the flesh and blood Taoist temple without hesitation.
roar! ! !
The entire mountain bulged like a spasm, and the brain under the ground burst into dazzling purple light.
Yang He looked back and saw that on the smooth surface of the meninges, he was reflecting his terrifying appearance of being split by the roots of the tea tree!
Hiss.
Yang He's lower body turned into pieces, but he couldn't help laughing.
"Make a lot!"
【Yao Tianjun’s Niwan Palace Wreckage】
[It was originally part of the Niwan Palace of the Ten Heavenly Lord Yao Bin, which contained some fragments of the Taoist temple. It was a good material for refining Yin treasures and elixirs. 】
"Fellow Daoist receives the seal!"
The monks of the Anarchy Buddhism formed a formation and sprayed blood on their seven orifices to sacrifice the tortoise shell Yin Treasure.
The aftermath alone almost made them die.
The ground cracks were cracked.
Yang He took the severely injured monks of the Ancestral Sect to fall into the carriage. As for those short-term workers, perhaps they saw that the flesh and blood Taoist temple was too horrible and missed the only way to live and fell into the crack.
The wheels rolled, and the flesh and blood Taoist temple rushed into the tunnel.
………
Outside the array.
Ten Heavenly Lord stood on the edge and closed his eyes to rest. More than 40% of his body and soul had merged into the magic array, and the strange purple light became more and more intense.
"Uh? No!"
Qin Tianjun recovered from sane and noticed that Yao Tianjun covered his head in pain. After rolling for a few rounds, he bleeded in seven orifices, and the seal hall turned black.
"The little thief from the An Sect!!!"
"Junior Brother Yao Bin, the immortals have not yet come to an end, so why bother to make a fuss?"
"Qin Tianjun, a monk of the Chan Sect has recovered his memory. He took away part of the Purple Mansion while I was unprepared. Damn it! Damn it!!"
"Who is it?" Qin Tianjun frowned slightly, and then stretched out again.
As long as you are not an immortal, it will not affect the situation at all.
It doesn’t matter if the Niwan Palace is damaged.
Sanxian is also an immortal, and it does not harm the three flowers and does not affect the foundation.
"Three heads and six arms, do the heaven and earth?"
"Is it a corpse Taoist?!!!"
Qin Tianjun snorted coldly. The trouble caused by the corpse Taoist is far beyond ordinary, otherwise the Ten Absolute Formation would not have been able to generate those weird evil spirits.
"Junior Brother Yao, it's impossible. The true body of the corpse Taoist has been integrated into the Ten Abyssal Formation."
"Maybe it's an incarnation?"
"The Ten Absolute Formations are about to expand. After all, ordinary people are ants, including Nezha and Yang Jian who have just entered the formation, there is no threat."
Qin Tianjun suppressed his inexplicable uneasiness and really didn't want to waste his energy on the mundane.
Yao Bin's face was ashes, "It's broken, something in the temple...is lost."
"What?"
"The Taoist seed of the Master Tongtian Sect! Fortunately, that little thief cannot be refined!!"
(This chapter ends)