Chapter 242: Yang He’s blessings
Ping An Hospital is dilapidated and there is almost no complete place to be found.
The walls were riddled with holes, dark red liquid oozing out from the cracks, and footprints slowly walked past the ground from time to time.
Teng Hanfei stood in front of the gate, watching the drizzle covering the ten-descendant formations.
A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
The Ten Absolute Formation is becoming more and more real. Yesterday was still early spring. As a result, in just one night, the Ten Absolute Formation has arrived in the scorching rainy season.
"Senior Brother Teng, the evil spirit in Ping'an Hospital has woken up."
"Yeah."
Teng Hanfei responded, then walked into the half-open-air hall, and saw a fire in the center covering four meters, forming a spiritual cover like an upside-down porcelain bowl.
This magic circle is obviously to block evil spirits.
A total of twelve monks of the Jie Sect were waiting for him.
The so-called evil spirit is an old man in his seventies or eighties. His body is hunched over, his body is covered with abscesses, and his skin is mostly ulcerated, emitting a disgusting smell of rottenness.
The old man seemed to die at any time, and his turbid eyes were expressionless.
Who would have thought that the old man was the evil spirit behind Ping An Hospital that was comparable to the Nether Ghost (Guixu). It is said that he seemed to call himself something... Yang Sanlang?
Teng Hanfei thought about it, the old man whispered sadly.
"I have four sons who have different lives. One son buried the soil and disappeared. The loess covers the body and the soul returns."
"A son suffocated silently, his breath was cut off and his soul drifted away."
"A thousand knives cut bones into pieces, and the sword light stains the ground like snow and blood."
"A son beats the flesh and blood and collapses, and the shadow of the whip is like a snake's soul flying."
A monk from Jie Sect asked with a smile: "Senior Brother Teng, who are the four sons he said?"
"It is normal for ghosts to raise ghosts in the Ten Absolute Formation. The fourth son should be the rest of the evil spirits in the hospital. Haha, it is not worth jealous of death when encountering the senior brother."
Dong.
The old man's face was full of resentment and his head hit the magic circle with force.
Suddenly, the flesh and blood sizzled, and the five-colored fire lights were burning continuously. You could hear the old man's wailing sound.
"Let Yang Sanlang stop, this ghost is still useful at the moment."
Teng Hanfei looked at his head in fear, and blood kept oozing out of the ceiling.
According to Zhao Gongming, there are already a group of ghosts fighting for a safe hospital. Once Yang Sanlang dies, a new ghost will be born, and the hospital will inevitably become dangerous again.
Of course, you can also suppress the true teachings of the half-human and half-ghost.
"Yes."
The monks of the Jie Cultivation activated the magic array, and the fire continued to stir. The old man curled up on the ground and fainted, and most of the yin energy in his body dissipated.
They deliberately continued for a while, and then they immediately converged the array with satisfaction.
"Ahem."
Teng Hanfei raised his eyebrows and noticed that Yang Sanlang had already sat cross-legged, his expression was extremely calm, and he did not talk to himself anymore.
He suddenly felt that Yang Sanlang in front of him was a little unfamiliar.
"What time is it now?"
Teng Hanfei was stunned for a few breaths before realizing that it was Yang Sanlang asking him.
Then he discovered that Yang Sanlang had a faint yang fire rising, and his every move became more like a living person.
"Yang Sanlang, you are dying. You may be able to live a few more days if you move less."
The Ten Absolute Formation is not the present world, and the definition of humans and ghosts is very vague.
Teng Hanfei encountered a similar situation. Before his death, the evil spirit recovered consciousness and then rekindled the yang fire. Not long after, the breath was cut off again.
"I know, so I want to ask what time it is now?"
The other monks wanted to activate the magic circle, but Teng Hanfei reached out to stop him.
"Noon."
"Yeah."
Yang He nodded slightly and stopped talking. The dean was weaker than he thought.
Unlike playing a permanent role, he seemed to be drained of all his strength, and even the recovery of the five senses became extremely slow.
If he doesn't respond, it will be extremely difficult for him to survive until tomorrow.
The only thing that is, now that I don’t even need to remember the pill when I restore my memory, perhaps because I enter and exit the Ten Abyss.
Yang He could feel the cold peeping sweeping from all directions, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him in the dark.
He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and saw dense eyeballs surrounded by the dark cracks, like a bunch of rotten grapes, with greedy light flashing in his pupils.
The spiritual vision grows slowly.
"I want to replace it..." Yang He whispered to himself, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "But the strength is not enough."
Yang He has discovered the strange rules of the Ten Abyss Formation.
Usually the ghost domain is attached to evil spirits, but the Ten Absolute Formation is not the case. The ghost domain similar to Ping An Hospital is closely related to the array eye. The so-called array eye is the Ten Heavenly Lord and the Corpse Taoist Child.
The ghost realm that led to the Ten Absolute Formation will not disappear with the death of evil spirits.
Yang He showed mocking, so the rest of the evil spirits in the hospital were already ready to move and wanted to replace him as the new dean.
"The more chaotic the better, otherwise how could I take advantage of the troubled waters."
He did not carry the three ghosts during this trip, and the yin energy he could use was relatively limited.
But it doesn't matter, I'm more prepared than before.
Yang He swept through the Niwan Palace and saw that there were already smoke and dust coming out of the Three-legged Cauldron, and one or two thousand evil corpses were floating inside.
He has simply refined it in the main world, and now the twelve incarnations have taken shape.
In addition to the three-legged tripod, there is also a pure Yin coffin that is now slightly useless, as well as various elixirs, mainly considering that the situation in Ping An Hospital is relatively complicated.
Now, there are indeed opportunities to take advantage of.
Teng Hanfei frowned tightly. Yang Sanlang was about to die, and his yin energy was obviously dispersed. His sudden awakening was actually more like a rebirth, but...but... why did he feel inexplicably afraid in his heart?
at this time.
Teng Hanfei suppressed his distracting thoughts and took out the jade pendant and vaginal instruments that the Jiejiao had connected to each other from his arms. His colleagues asked him to hurry to the subway station of Xiangshan Academy.
"You are guarding Yang Sanlang, the traces of the true teachings of the Anhui Sect have been found. Next, we need to focus on Xiangshan Academy."
"Senior Brother Teng, will Senior Brother take action?"
"Not yet. Senior brother has other plans. It is impossible to do everything with all his energy. I am the only one who has just gotten into the Ancestral Sect."
Teng Hanfei glanced at Yang He at the end of his eyes. The latter had no intention of concealing it at all. He listened carefully to their conversation, "Let it be like this, you will evacuate from Ping An Hospital once Yang Sanlang dies."
"Yes!"
Seeing Teng Hanfei turning and leaving, a monk couldn't help asking, "Senior Brother, Yang Sanlang's predecessor was a ghost comparable to that of Guixu Realm. Can we get some minced meat?"
Teng Hanfei waved his hand, "Yang Sanlang's yin energy disintegrates, and the body after death is probably equivalent to an ordinary killer. Let you deal with it."
After saying that, he hurried to Xiangshan Academy.
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Yang He lay on the ground wrapped in a broken quilt, "I don't know who this magic circle comes from? I guess it's not something you can untie it, right?"
However, no one paid attention to Yang He.
The monks of the Jie Cult are only concerned about discussing how to divide Yang Sanlang's body.
Yang He was thinking about something, and the magic array belonged to fire, and he couldn't help but think of another fierce man from the Jie Sect.
Immortal in the Flame, Luo Xuan.
He is also a disciple of the Jie Sect, and it is likely that he can be transformed into Samadhi True Cremation.
"The twelve golden immortals have not arrived, so Luo Xuan will not appear, right? But one thing is certain, the battle between immortals will begin sooner or later."
Yang He was too lazy to talk and was silently waiting for the arrival of night.
It can be heard that the monks of the Jie Cult are discussing the distribution of the corpse. After they are satisfied, they start to discuss how to maximize the utilization of the corpse.
"Although Yang Sanlang's body is not as good as before, it is still the remains of the Nether Ghost, and it is more than enough to refine it into magic weapons."
"That's right, bones can be refined into yin tools, and flesh can be used to feed spirit beasts. Even the pus in the abscess may be able to extract highly toxic!" Another person echoed.
Yang He sneered a few times, turning a blind eye to the noise and wrapping the broken cotton wool tightly to calm down.
Half a day passed in a flash.
Due to the rainy season, the sky darkened early.
The dark clouds pressed against the top and the rain drizzled on the dilapidated eaves of the hospital.
The corridor became gloomy and terrifying, the dim lights kept swaying, and rustling sounds came from the top of my head every now and then.
The monk stopped talking, and the atmosphere felt inexplicably depressed.
"It's almost the same."
Yang He whispered to himself, a hint of malice arose at the corner of his mouth.
He slowly stood up, and the broken cotton wool slid off his shoulders.
"Originally, with the protection of the magic circle, the doctors in the hospital would not act rashly, and they still have the patience to wait for the old dean to die."
"But it."
"If the old dean suddenly sees spring, it won't be sure."
A monk approached the magic circle, but he didn't know what Yang He was muttering.
In front of them, Yang He took out more than a dozen pills and stuffed them into his mouth, which was mixed with a black and gray corpse removal pill.
This pill was once given to Yu Zheng and his two incomplete immortal bodies.
【Corpse Exercise Pill】
[After taking it, you can restore the incomplete body and get a trace of the aura of the corpse and immortal body. 】
The pill melted immediately after entering his mouth, and the rich yin energy flowed in his body instantly.
Yang He's fangs were protruding, and his green hair continued to grow. The stench of the corpse spread out, and it suddenly crackled after touching the magic circle.
The role of the dean is indeed closely related to the corpse Taoist boy. He can easily get one or two corpse-removing immortal bodies. The yang fire is extinguished, and the thick yin fire is burning on his shoulders.
Yang He's feelings were wonderful. His realm had not improved, but he seemed to be using the ghost realm, and the hospital hall seemed to become a part of himself.
"Huh?"
The role of the dean seems to be...rescued?
Yang He's ears were no longer the sound of dividing his body.
The monks became panicked and immediately activated the magic circle, and a fire suddenly appeared.
Yang He compared a middle finger, then took out the pure Yin coffin in advance and drilled it inside. The fire was isolated from the outside, and the vagina was overwhelmed.
"Pure Yin Coffin, hold on for a while, and I will refine a PLUS Yin Treasure version for you another day."
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
The cracks in the ceiling were stretched open.
The doctors in the hospital would not sit idly by. With a creaking sound of teeth, four or five evil spirits poked out their heads.
I vaguely saw that my body was hunched, and my skin seemed to be soaked in formalin for a long time.
After Yang He restored control of some hospitals, the doctors were unable to enter the hall, but it did not hinder the attack on Director Guyou's magic circle.
The smell of blood is everywhere.
He silently absorbed the medicinal power, and after a while, the monk's scream stopped abruptly.
The magic circle gradually collapsed. After discovering Yang He's intention, the doctors retracted back to the ceiling and stared at Yang He through the cracks.
The scope of the hospital controlled by Yang He is becoming more and more intense, spreading to all parts of the bottom floor.
Suddenly.
The dull steps are from far to near.
"Father, you're back."
(This chapter ends)