Chapter 233 Zhao Gongming, are you and I playing in one game?
Deal with it?
Yang He gave up his thoughts that Zhao Gongming was not an ordinary immortal. He began to practice since the Xuanhuang period of the Heaven and Earth, and his physical strength was extremely terrifying.
Zhao Gongming had no obvious weaknesses, and the artifacts he held were all top.
Yang He licked his lips. He was the third prince. If Zhao Gongming's dragon binding rope came out, he would have no power to fight back.
"It is unrealistic to deal with it, finding a way to leave the hospital is the best strategy."
"When the Twelve Golden Immortals enter the game, Zhao Gongming should not have the energy to pay attention to the hospital."
While Yang He was thinking, he heard a rapid cough coming from the side.
When he turned around, he saw Feng Xuan sweating all over, his face gripped the edge of the bed with an ugly expression, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
Feng Xuan's eyes gradually returned to clearness, but the yin energy was still disordered.
"Junior Brother Feng Xuan?" Yang He called out in a low voice, with a hint of temptation in his tone.
Feng Xuan took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother Longxuhu, I am ordered by Master to support Xiqi, but I didn't expect to almost fall into the Ten Absolute Formation and become an evil spirit."
The Magu Cave of Erxian Mountain mentioned earlier is the temple of the Twelve Golden Immortals Huanglong True People.
"It's okay. I believe my junior brother has already noticed that the hospital has trapped many fellow practitioners of the Academic Education. Next, I have to find a way to rescue them."
Feng Xuan's eyes were full of anger and gritted his teeth and said, "The methods of the Jie Sect are really vicious! The Ten Absolute Formation are full of strange things, and it is hard to guard against. What about Ping An Hospital? Their name can tell their sideways by their name."
After saying that, he spat hard, obviously very unwilling to the situation in front of him.
Yang He's eyes twitched. If it weren't for the influence of the corpse Taoist boy, perhaps the true teaching of the Anhui Sect would not have been so embarrassed, which was both pros and cons.
"Junior brother, have you ever seen a monk from the Jie Cult for a few days in the hospital?"
"No, but it seems that there is a peek at me, and it should be generally during the day."
Yang He realized that the monks of the Jie Cult are also afraid of Ping An Hospital and probably do not dare to enter the ward directly, but instead visited them from afar through the rules of the hospital.
"Junior brother, do you know how to get to the other wards?"
"I occasionally wake up and tried the doctor surnamed Zhang."
Feng Xuan paused for a few moments and added: "According to him, there will be a lift at midnight that can lead to other floors. Senior brother, do you know what the lift is?"
"As the name suggests, a staircase that can be lifted and lowered."
Bang.
Feng Xuan clapped his hands and suddenly said, "I am worthy of being a senior brother."
"How are you in good condition? If you don't work, you will rest in the ward. I will explore the situation on each floor tonight, and we will set off tomorrow night."
"No!"
Feng Xuan hurriedly interrupted, "Senior brother, don't leave me behind, there will be rounds later. If I were alone, it would be difficult to deal with."
"Okay, you and I can take care of each other."
Feng Xuan no longer neglected and moved his yin energy cross-legged. The nightmare ghost that almost merged into his body and soul was peeling off bit by bit, enduring the torture of severe pain.
Yang He did not help Feng Xuan rashly and secretly estimated the passage of time.
The night became darker, the light inside the house became dimmer, and the lights in the corridor flickered.
The two of them quietly waited for the arrival of midnight.
Feng Xuan's face was still pale and his body was even more skinny, but at least he had stripped away the nightmare ghost and his cultivation level returned to the point where he had just entered the state of concentration.
"When we were about to wait for a quarter of an hour, we went to find the elevator in advance."
Yang He whispered, his eyes swept out of the ward.
Feng Xuan stood up slowly, his movements were a little stiff, but it was no longer a big deal.
At night, the ward door seemed to be covered with rust, making a harsh creaking sound, and the smell of formalin came to my face.
The corridor was empty and the steps were particularly clear in the quiet hospital.
"I came out before, and there was no direct doorway to the outside world at all. The elevator would likely appear anywhere in the corridor."
"Senior brother, let's separate, or..."
"It is easy to cause trouble if you separate."
Yang He interrupted Feng Xuan's question. This ghost domain that is indecipherable and unpredictable is strange and unpredictable. If you are not careful, you may encounter danger.
The two walked slowly along the corridor. Compared to daytime, the corridor at night seemed like an infinitely extended aisle, and it never ended for a long time.
The spiritual vision began to soar, and the smell of formalin became more and more intense.
The two stopped talking, and the shadows placed by the black cat formed a veil to cover their body.
Dingling.
Yang He was excited and heard that it was a sound that only an old-fashioned elevator was in the corner about 100 meters away from them.
When he turned around, he felt a fishy storm blowing.
Huge shadows are reflected on the ground.
"No. 17, first bed with soul disease, No. 17, second bed with multiple limbs."
The two of them heard murmuring themselves. As the shadow approached, the terrifying outline could not be called a human being at all, but could only be described as a group of people.
That's right, a group of people.
The shadow has countless hands and feet squirming, and you can see a series of heads.
"It's Dr. Zhang, no wonder he always adds 'we' as the suffix."
Dr. Zhang is composed of countless identical twins, with stiff and weird movements, but his movement speed is faster than usual.
"Go!!"
Yang He grabbed Feng Xuan's arm tightly, and the latter came to his senses.
Feng Xuan's lips moved slightly, guiding the yin energy to flow within a hundred meters. The two of them were dazzling, as if they had come to an illusory latitude.
With the black cat's cover, the two headed straight for Dr. Zhang.
Yang Hemo said a few times. After a coincidence, the old elevator suddenly appeared at the corner not far from Dr. Zhang.
Without any hesitation, the two of them sank into the elevator in the blink of an eye.
Dr. Zhang did not notice anything unusual and walked towards Ward No. 17 on his own.
"Senior brother, what?"
Naturally, there is no button on the elevator, just a blank yellow talisman is pasted.
Feng Xuan was confused. Before Yang He could find the mechanism, the iron door of the elevator was slowly closing, making a sharp noise.
"Not good!"
It was like throwing a stone down on the calm water. "Feng Xuan!!! Dragon Beard and Tiger!!!"
Dr. Zhang instantly appeared outside the elevator, his face twisted and ferocious, "The patient is not allowed to go out, the patient is treated!"
Yang He transformed into three heads and six arms, and his whole body was characterized by real dragons.
The six-armed dragon turned into a bombardment towards Dr. Zhang.
The moment he touched Dr. Zhang, more than a dozen twin bodies broke away from the group and rushed towards the elevator.
"Taste the taste of Yin Lei."
Three inches of Yin thunder burst out from Feng Xuan's fingertips, shaking his twin body.
roar! !
Part of Dr. Zhang's flesh and blood dissolved, turning into blood and pouring in through the crack of the door.
Yang He's pupils shrank suddenly, and all the gaps were blocked by eyeworms. The blood sizzled, and soon turned into blue smoke and disappeared.
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The elevator was closed, and Dr. Zhang was furious when he was isolated.
"Senior brother, you..."
Feng Xuan couldn't help but be shocked. Yang He's six arms seemed to have recondensed wax oil, which actually merged with each other, somewhat similar to Dr. Zhang.
"It's okay."
Yang He's face did not change and his heart was not beating, and he forced his six arms to fall off.
Immediately afterwards.
The brand new arms grew, but the qi and blood were slightly declining.
Feng Xuan's expression was complicated, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Senior Brother, you are a real dragon, and you have the supreme immortal body. If my master Huanglong saw it, I would probably be very happy."
"Master Huanglong is an alien immortal. I have long admired him."
"Hehe, senior brother has won the award."
Yang He remembered that in the original work, Huanglong Zhenren is a famous good person among the Twelve Golden Immortals, and if you have the chance, you can really make friends.
He leaned closer to check the yellow paper, and then his spiritual sense engraved the four words "Wait No. 2" on it.
After a slight vibration, the elevator began to rise.
bite.
The elevator stopped on a certain floor, and the yellow talisman was bleeding.
The moment the iron door opened, the first thing I felt was the heat. The unique burning of the karma fire spread throughout the corridors and the walls were already dry and cracked.
Both of them looked at each other, feeling relieved.
"It's indeed Nezha."
Yang He recognized Nezha at a glance, and looked around and saw no evil spirits.
The two of them walked one after another for a while and saw the charred ward gate, with sparks remaining on the edge, as if they would collapse at any time.
The ghost of the pupil was wide open, and Yang He saw through the door that there was a carbonized corpse inside.
The corpse has three heads and six arms, leaving a trace of vitality.
From the traces in the ward, it can be seen that there was a fierce battle not long ago, and the patients transformed by Nezha were almost dying.
Yang He pushed open the door.
The body shook, but there was no strength to stretch out his hands and feet.
Yang He picked up the medical records scattered in front of the door.
‘The patient in Room 2 has a serious spontaneous combustion disease and suffers from spontaneous combustion without reason every day. He often has skin and flesh that cannot heal, which is strongly aggressive. ”
Yang He looked at the body for a long time, and the latter showed deep resentment.
The upper and lower jaws are spreading, and the karma is accumulating.
"Senior brother, you should restore Nezha's memory as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid... he will fight us."
Feng Xuan took several steps in a row and was worthy of being the devil boy in the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. It is said that he and the corpse boy are both unscrupulous.
Yang He grabbed a handful of thought pill and stuffed it into Nezha's mouth.
He didn't question the authenticity of Nezha.
Yang He may have admitted his mistake of anyone, but he cannot have admitted his mistake of Nezha.
Just...
Will everything go too smoothly?
"Hmm."
The corpse's eyes became clear and the karma fire converged into the body.
Feng Xuan felt relieved. Not only did Nezha not hurt his foundation, he even took advantage of this disaster and went further and entered the Hunyuan realm.
Nezha's vocal cords were damaged and he nodded and showed up.
Yang He carefully recalled his experience entering the hospital.
All the monks of the Ancestral Sect were in a separate ward, but they were with Feng Xuan, and then they naturally learned about Nezha's traces.
That's a coincidence.
"Senior brother, the cultivators stationed in Ping An Hospital of Jie Sect are as strong as us. When Nezha stabilizes his cultivation and rescues Yang Jian, two Hunyuan realms will definitely be able to escape smoothly."
"It's time to come, don't worry."
Yang He knew that Zhao Gongming was also in Ping'an Hospital, so he rashly took action and died.
He did not tell Feng Xuan the guess that the hospital was a ghost domain, and even if the divine consciousness conveyed thoughts, it would probably not be able to hide the evil spirits behind it.
"The Interceptor may visit tomorrow, so we have to make full preparations."
"Senior brother, please make arrangements."
"Yeah."
Yang He was excited. It was right to face Zhao Gongming, but it did not mean that he could not let the other party get defeated. He had to figure out where this person was first.
Then a piece of fresh minced meat appeared in the palm of his palm, which was from Dr. Zhang.
The three-legged tripod fell into the house and the minced meat was thrown into it.
"Senior Brother Nezha, borrow the fire."
(This chapter ends)