Chapter 239 Transformation, flesh and blood subway
"Tu Xingsun, move it a few times more and you can get close to the tea gardens in the suburbs."
Just like training dogs, Yang He is a big show of the appetite of the flesh and blood Taoist temple.
"No problem!"
Tu Xingsun Lianlian used the earth escape technique, and tried to stay away from Ping An Hospital as much as possible.
at the same time.
The cracks on the ground of the carriage were expanding, and the dense sharp teeth extended like jagged teeth, exuding a disgusting smell of fishy smell.
The already slightly narrow carriage is now even more crowded.
The monks were almost stuck together, but no one cared about these details, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang He.
Starting from Ping An Hospital, Yang He's every move was orderly, and he could even escape unscathed from Zhao Gongming's hands.
Even though Zhao Gongming was targeted, Yang He remained calm.
The monks vaguely felt that Yang He and the Taoist Corpse had already planned in advance, otherwise where would the ghost car come from?
"Junior Brother Yang He, what should we do next?" Yang Ren asked in a low voice, obviously already taking Yang He as his backbone.
Yang He did not answer immediately, and Baoguling, who was hanging in the air, shook slightly.
Suddenly, several evil corpses fell.
The crack opened to the extreme, and the tongue couldn't wait to roll up the body and swallow it.
The chewing sound was creepy.
not enough! Far from enough! !
Yang He's mouth raised, and hundreds of evil corpses vented out. Not long after, the reshaping of the guardian god transformed by the pupil ghost was completed.
Of course, all evil corpses have no heads.
The number of heads in Baoguling has exceeded 20,000.
Yang He looked around and took Yang Jian to the carriage.
Yang Jian is no longer the image of a giant baby. Even though the Yang Fire is a little weak, at least the memory has been restored, and like Nezha, it seems that he has realized the mystery of the great way from his experience.
"Junior Brother Long Beard and Tiger, Yang Jian should remember it in his heart and will definitely be rewarded in the future."
In the flesh and blood Taoist temple, the bones are sour, Yang He suddenly spoke: "Fellow Taoists, the Immortals of the Jie Sect have arrived. What is the attitude of the twelve golden immortals towards the Ten Abyssal Formation?"
The carriage fell into silence, and the outer disciples led by Yun Ziqian swallowed.
"You..."
Feng Xuan couldn't help but blurted out, "Senior Brother, are you going to plot against the twelve golden immortals?"
"The plot is too ugly, but we can't always face Zhao Gongming."
Yang He knew that none of the twelve golden immortals were willing to involve themselves in the Battle of the Gods, but the problem was that they would sooner or later, otherwise Yuanshi Tianzun would not have let them go.
Since the Twelve Golden Immortals are hesitating, I might as well help create favorable conditions so that they can willingly descend to the Ten Abyss.
Yang Ren spoke first, holding his palm in his eyes tightly, "The master passed the oral order. The Ten Absolute Formation is a disaster for the Abhisattva Sect, but he did not mention whether he would take action himself."
Huang Tianhua nodded in agreement, both of them were apprenticed to the True Lord of Qingxu Daode.
A fire broke out from Nezha's spear tip, and scorched marks burned on the car window: "Old Taiyi is even more straightforward, and I'll 'reftly consider what I say."
Yang He smiled and didn't say anything, and Taiyi Zhenren still felt sorry for his disciples.
Feng Xuan scratched his head, "Master is afraid of death and injury in the sect, he asked me to pay more attention."
The true man Huanglong should be willing to take the initiative to intervene, which is also in line with his kindness and kindness.
Tu Xingsun drilled out half of his head from beside the seat: "Hey, don't say it, Master Yuliu Sun did say something clear."
He deliberately pinched his throat and imitated the old voice, "The Ten Absolute Formation is clean, just give the new entry-level Teng Teng position."
Yang Jian said calmly: "Master Yuding once said that the Ten Abysses will definitely be broken, and the master will always pay attention to it."
Upon hearing this, a trace of light flashed in Yang He's eyes, "It seems that the attitude of the twelve golden immortals is much more 'enlightened' than I thought."
The monks are not fools, and it is impossible for them to pin their expectations on the arrival of the twelve golden immortals.
Tu Xingsun changed his hippie smile and looked at Yang He with a serious expression, "Junior Brother Long Beard and Tiger, what should you do if you want to tell me about it?"
Yang He sighed secretly that he is worthy of being a Tu Xingsun.
The original work, Zhongtu Xingsun, deceived his master a lot, stole the immortal lock of the fear of Liusun to help the Da Shang Dynasty, and then was exposed and surrendered to Xiqi.
"No hurry, the time has not come, tomorrow will be the ten absolute formations expand three times."
Crack.
The monks were full of thoughts, accompanied by a new round of transformation of the flesh and blood Taoist temple.
A large amount of blood surging out everywhere in the flesh and blood Taoist temple, the cortex rolled up, and countless flesh and blood fibers were entangled and reorganized like living things.
Tu Xingsun retreated into the seats and watched the leather seat grow scales, "Dragon, beard, tiger, let's not talk about anything else, is the incarnation of the corpse Taoist going to backfire?!"
Yang He thought, and Baoguling had soared to half a meter.
The tilt of evil corpses is getting worse and worse.
"It's not a backlash, it's a transformation. The incarnation of the senior brother of the Corpse Taoist is rare."
As if confirming Yang He's words, the roof of the car was suddenly pierced by the arched spine, and the twelve pairs of ribs opened like petals.
The most terrifying thing is that a dragon horn grows at the top of the car.
The hot steam spewed out of the dragon horn, with the burnt smell of carrion.
Yang He had never interfered with the growth of the flesh and blood Taoist temple before, but this time he took the initiative to influence the second-decker bus has turned into...
It is more suitable for something called Steam Flesh Train, or Flesh Subway. Putting it in the Ten Abyss Formation is naturally in line with the style of painting.
Wow~~~
The whistle was a mixture of baby crying and metal friction, and then five flesh and blood carriages grew from the end of the front.
The surface of the carriage is bulging with a human face, which is equivalent to a Yin-gathering array, and it is crazy about swallowing and exhaling Yin energy.
"Do you call this transformation?!!!" Tu Xingsun murmured to himself.
Wow~~~
The flesh and blood Taoist temple roared and rushed towards the rock wall, but there was no obstacle. The subway was like walking on flat ground and shuttled underground.
"Haha."
Nezha was in high spirits and soon discovered the mystery of the locomotive. As long as the continuous supply of evil corpses are provided, the flesh and blood Taoist temple will never stop, ensuring that the Intercept Sect cannot be traced easily.
"Friends of Taoism, there are five cars and twenty retreat rooms. No matter what, let's take care of the injury first."
Yang He pushed open the door connecting the carriage, and a rich yin energy rushed over, which was at least 40% more than the second-decker bus.
"It's still your kid who is on the road." Tu Xingsun entered the retreat room for the first time.
The others did not refuse.
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Yang He looked at Yun Ziqian, "Junior brother, you take turns to rest in the remaining retreat rooms. More than five people must be left on the front of the car to avoid sudden changes."
"I understand."
Yang He's current evil corpse is enough to support the consumption of the flesh and blood Taoist temple for ten days.
But considering the terrifying growth of the flesh and blood Taoist temple, it will be exhausted at most for three days, but by then the Ten Abyssal Formations may have been everywhere.
"Junior Brother Yun."
"Senior brother, you said."
"Then they selected two more to be responsible for collecting clues in the city during the day. They will inevitably take risks, so they can get additional resources."
Seeing that his fellow disciples had no objection, Yun Ziqian nodded and agreed.
Yang He quietly released the eyeworm, mainly to ensure that they would not disclose the news, and to ambush the eyeliner, and then he had to find a closed environment to welcome the twelve golden immortals.
"Hehe."
"With the tool man in place, seize the time to attack the Hunyuan Realm."
When the monks were running the Yin Qi, some of them disappeared into the flesh and blood Taoist temple. They only thought they were maintaining the subway, but they didn't know that they all kicked Yang He's own pocket.
Yang He walked into the last retreat room, and the flesh and blood Taoist temple was already feeding back.
The five internal organs are full of spiritual roots, which is less than the six internal organs and organs in the branches and branches. Once the growth of leaves is completed, just melt the spiritual roots and can impact the bottleneck.
"It's a pity that the Nine Refining Gu Insects only has five and a half levels of content, and you have to go to Jiulong Island in the future."
"Hmm."
"Or use the Taoist method of understanding by the leader of Tongtian?"
Yang He suppressed distracting thoughts, and then all the five cars returned to peace, leaving only the whimpering sounds of steam echoing deep underground.
………
Ping An Hospital was suddenly abandoned in just one night.
It did not cause any disorder in the city, and the people naturally accepted it. At the same time, many small hospitals emerged in other urban areas.
Teng Hanfei stood at the gate of the hospital, and the grass and trees had withered.
Mold spots on the walls crawled every corner, and the iron ornaments looked rusty, and the messy objects in the hall were vaguely visible.
"It doesn't seem to happen within one or two hours."
Teng Hanfei realized that the people are accustomed to death and injury, perhaps because of any disaster that has happened, it has been very long for them.
Clip-click.
He bowed his head respectfully and did not move, "I have met Senior Brother."
As the cold wind blew on his face, Zhao Gongming appeared at the gate.
Teng Hanfei breathed rapidly. No matter how many times he faced Zhao Gongming, he had an indescribable fear and did not dare to look directly at him.
"Junior Brother Teng, I will split one or two people to look at Ping'an Hospital in the future."
"Senior Brother, can't even solve the evil spirits inside?"
Zhao Gongming reached out to grab the breeze that was shaking the wind, "No need, except for the twelve golden immortals, everything is meaningless."
He didn't even deliberately deal with those crazy true disciples.
What true disciple?
They don't have time to threaten themselves.
The Battle of the Gods was based on the change of dynasties, so it could not last too long. The Gods ended for at most ten years, and the true disciples were still just ordinary people who never existed.
Zhao Gongming showed mocking on his face, and the Twelve Golden Immortals probably realized it, so they were willing to throw their disciples into the Ten Absolute Formation and die.
"Junior brother, it's interesting to say that the third prince of the East China Sea actually hid."
Teng Hanfei was shocked, and Fansu could escape from the palm of his eldest brother's hand.
He just learned that the news about Taiyi Zhenren was fake, and Long Beard Tiger was really scheming, and he was worthy of being Jiang Ziya's disciple.
"The Third Prince of the East China Sea is going to be killed! This person has a lot to do with the Taoist of the Corpse. Behind him is a fairy man from the South Pole and a Taoist of the Lanting."
Teng Hanfei took several steps in a row, and his mood was almost destroyed by Zhao Gongming's sudden murderous intent.
"Yes, senior brother, I will immediately ask the disciples of Jie Sect to pay attention to their movements."
Zhao Gongming stood with his hands behind his back, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and twenty-four Dinghai beads held in the palm of his palm, reflecting the scenes everywhere in the city.
"No matter how many calculations are made, you can't escape your destiny."
(This chapter ends)