lcionline Chapter 506 The Number One in the Mosquito's Heart Isn't Me Anymore
Chapter 506 The Number One in the Mosquito's Heart Isn't Me Anymore
Yang Jiao felt that even if she became a saint in the future, she would not be able to achieve the Great Dao.
Because they are not selfless and ruthless enough.
The battle between Zhen Yuanzi and the Styx Ancestor had intensified, making the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation even more somber.
During this time, there was also a violent tremor within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, where the Tongtian Sect Leader was about to reopen the world!
The Styx Ancestor glanced at the figures of the Supreme Sage and the Primordial Heavenly Lord, who were both trying their best to stabilize the situation, and roared:
"What time is it! Send these little ones away from here first. We can settle our score sometime in the future."
Zhen Yuanzi swept away the dust with his whisk, and unleashed a palm strike imbued with the spiritual energy of the ginseng fruit tree and the roots of heaven and earth. The force was overwhelming, and he responded with a shout:
"Before the primordial chaos collapses, I will kill you many more times!"
The crimson lotus of karmic fire beneath the feet of the Styx Ancestor bloomed, burning the void, and he cursed under his breath: "Madman!"
The two forces clashed, scattering a large number of Taoist priests.
Master Yu Ding had to defend against the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation as well as these two Quasi-Saints. Fortunately, Daoist Lu Ya and Kong Xuan were there, otherwise they would have been blown away long ago.
Yang Jiao was so shaken by the aftershocks of their attack that she coughed up blood. Her body felt weaker and weaker. She looked around anxiously, wondering, "Why hasn't Ancestor Hongjun come out yet?"
Let alone the original work, even in the remake, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation should be coming soon.
She can't take it anymore.
Due to excessive blood loss, he even experienced hallucinations, and his legs became weak, as if there were endless mountains in front of him.
She secretly pinched the web between her thumb and forefinger, using so much force that she barely managed to stay awake.
The entire Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was in complete chaos, with fighting everywhere.
The Tongtian Sect Leader, having revived the Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire elements to their final stage, glanced up at Zhen Yuanzi and the Styx Ancestor, who were already locked in combat, and couldn't help but say again:
"I've already said it, I'm the villain!"
One by one, they're all trying to steal the spotlight.
Yang Jiao coughed lightly, needing to clear her head at this moment. She pulled over Maitreya and the others, and called out:
"Here, I'll give you something."
After speaking, Yang Jiao opened the Boshan Furnace, and a fragrant aura of spiritual energy wafted out.
The room was filled with several piles of various rare and precious materials.
Yang Jiao forced a smile, pulled Yun Zhongzi along, and rummaged through a large pile of magical artifacts, handing them over and saying:
"Daoist Yun Zhongzi, these are all the odds and ends of magical treasures I've collected for you. Combine them and refine a new body for yourself."
Yun Zhongzi looked down and saw that there were magical artifacts piled up to half a person's height at his feet.
Among them was even the Qiankun Ruler of the Burning Lamp Taoist!
Yang Jiao said 'piecemeal'?
If her odds and ends were taken out, the entire Three Realms would probably be fighting over them!
Looking at her pale face, Yun Zhongzi stammered, "Why do you look like you're dividing up an inheritance? Ouch! Who hit me!"
He turned around, looked into Master Yuding's angry eyes, and fell silent.
"Master Yuding, come here."
Yang Jiao waved and started searching inside again. Several times her hands were too weak, and she almost couldn't hold the ginseng fruit.
Yang Jiao picked out a fairly standard-sized one, poured in two Nine-Turn Golden Pills, and handed them to Jade Cauldron Immortal, saying:
“Master Yu Ding, you need spiritual energy the most. Take it and eat it. Don’t feel guilty. Anyway, I got it all by tricking and deceiving you.”
“Yang Jiao, you… really sound like you’re giving your last words.” Master Yu Ding muttered, then spat three times on the ground before continuing, “You look like you need nourishment more than I do.”
Yang Jiao took a deep breath and looked at Maitreya again, saying:
“Maitreya, your wish has always been to inherit the Western religion, but there are too many obstacles in the way. You still need Ksitigarbha’s help.”
Maitreya stared at Yang Jiao, unsure how to respond for a long time. Ksitigarbha, standing beside him, stepped forward and looked at Yang Jiao, who seemed to be struggling to breathe and couldn't help but feel anxious.
“Ksitigarbha…” Yang Jiao forced a smile, “You have helped many souls from the sea of blood to be reborn and obtained a lot of Breath Soil, right? That Breath Soil has the power of regeneration. If you use it to fill the earth veins, it will be able to prevent the earth from breaking.”
“However…” Yang Jiao hesitated, then beckoned Ksitigarbha and Maitreya closer before continuing softly, “The Breath Soil is the best adhesive for filling the earth’s veins, but it can also be used to build high sacred mountains. The Western Sect is too chaotic there, so it’s better for you to go it alone.”
As she spoke, Yang Jiao reached into the Boshan furnace again and laboriously moved out the flowerpot where she used to grow the innate gourd vine.
“The soil and water here can be used by Dizang.”
Seeing her like this, Master Taiyi burst into tears.
The chubby body lay sprawled in front of Yang Jiao, howling:
"Young friend Yang Jiao, do you have any last words to say to this humble Taoist priest?"
"Taiyi!" Jade Cauldron Immortal suddenly roared.
They grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him away. Taiyi Zhenren struggled and cried out.
“Young friend Yang Jiao, if you die, I will definitely send you to the Six Paths of Reincarnation! Oh, senior brother, don’t push me away, I still have something to say to you.”
"Say it, say it, Yang Jiao lived longer than you!" Master Yu Ding dragged him away.
This time, even Nezha didn't go to the rescue; Master was still overthinking things.
Seeing Taiyi Zhenren crying so sincerely, Yang Jiao's spiritual power recovered somewhat, and she asked:
"Do I really look like I'm going to die?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Uh... I'll take a nap first."
"No, no, no!" Everyone started to worry again that she had really fallen asleep and wouldn't wake up.
Even though everyone understood that if Yang Jiao were truly in trouble, those sages would be restless, her current state was still worrying.
Maitreya smiled and steered the conversation by asking:
"Don't sleep, tell me more about the development of Western religions."
Yang Jiao managed to turn over on Mosquito Daoist's lap and muttered, "If I hadn't seen how miserable your two masters were in the illusion, I wouldn't have told you that the Breath of Earth could completely repair the earth's veins."
“Tell me more.” Maitreya’s tone changed, and his teeth turned cold: “If you don’t tell me, I’ll really think you’re going to be reincarnated.”
Yang Jiao's thoughts were redirected here, finding humor in her misery:
"It would be good if I really went to reincarnation. Just thinking about who sent me to the six realms of reincarnation would make me feel proud."
Wouldn't that make all the little devils inside green with envy?
They are all figures who can make the Three Realms tremble with a stomp of their feet.
Seeing that she actually dared to think that way, Maitreya immediately pinched Yang Jiao's philtrum to force her to become more awake, his tone becoming somewhat sharp:
"It would be quite a spectacle if you died, but none of the four of us can be sent to reincarnation. Let's stay alive."
Maitreya exerted force, and Yang Jiao felt her philtrum swelling up as she struggled to speak:
"It can't even liven up the atmosphere."
He then broke free from Maitreya's hand, looked up to the sky and sighed, "How much longer? I'm so tired!"
In the Myriad Immortals Formation, the Tongtian Sect Leader gathered all his magical power. With a single slash of the Qingping Sword, cracks appeared in the void, and chaotic energy poured in.
The primordial continent began to collapse from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and earth, water, wind, and fire were about to return to chaos.
Just moments ago, the Styx Ancestor and Zhen Yuanzi were engaged in a fierce battle, but now they both rushed towards Yang Jiao's direction without prior agreement.
The Styx Ancestor protected the Mosquito Taoist, while Zhen Yuanzi protected Yang Jiao.
After exchanging a glance, Zhen Yuanzi didn't hesitate. He stroked his whisk with one hand, the soft silver strands forming a sword-like shape. With a low growl, he swung it out.
"It's all something you owe Hongyun."
The Styx Ancestor moved, instinctively wanting to dodge, but he suppressed his instincts and accepted it calmly.
In an instant, the whisk pierced through the body of the Styx Ancestor.
Silver threads stained with blood,
Tick-tock,
Tick-tock,
The Styx Ancestor was unsteady and almost collapsed onto Mosquito Daoist, but he managed to hold on and fall to one side.
Mosquito Taoist reached out and quickly caught him. The movement was so sudden that Yang Jiao, who was resting her head on her knees, almost hit the ground with the back of her head.
Yang Jiao pouted:
"Oh no, I'm not the best person in the world in the mosquito's heart anymore."