Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

Chapter 298: The Four Plague Envoys ascended the throne of deification, and the Plague God Lü awaited the return of his disciples

It is said that the plague god Lu Yue realized that the soldiers patrolling the city on the wall of Xiqi were all illusions created by the Xiqi immortal who cast beans to create soldiers.

It is conceivable that all the soldiers in Xiqi City must have been infected with the plague. Death is just a matter of days.

However, in order to prevent any changes, Lu Yue sent four disciples to attack Xiqi, hoping to capture all the Xiqi civil and military officials.

Unexpectedly, the Hunyuan Saint Lin Zhu was stationed in Xiqi City. He knew that Lu Yue would launch a surprise attack, so all the sects dispatched disciples to guard against it.

Zhou Xin, the eldest disciple under Lu Wenshen, rushed into the east gate and met Yang Jian, who had been waiting for a long time.

Zhou Xin took out the pan and hit Yang Jian with it, but it was ineffective. For a moment, he was extremely angry.

He took out the sword and stabbed at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian saw that Zhou Xin was accompanied by soldiers. He was afraid that the soldiers would enter the city and hurt the soldiers and civilians of Xiqi. So he decided to quickly deal with this evil Taoist. He could also kill the soldiers and go to support the other gates.

Seeing Zhou Xin's sword approaching him, Yang Jian secretly used his profound skills and did not dodge or evade.

With a "clang" sound of metal clashing, Zhou Xin's sword pierced Yang Jian's chest.

"Hey, you didn't hide, you can't blame me."

Zhou Xin grinned grimly and stabbed hard.

"Why should I hide? The one who should hide is you, a demon."

Yang Jian also had a wide smile on his face. He still held a double-edged sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword had already stabbed into Zhou Xin's chest.

Yang Jian, he has the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts to protect him. How can a long sword break the Mysterious Arts?

Zhou Xin, however, was not so lucky. At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, Zhou Xin saw the double-edged sword piercing his chest.

Blood flowed down like rain. "Ah," Zhou Xin screamed miserably for a day, and died.

A bit of heroic spirit, floating towards which deification platform.

Yang Jian rushed into the soldiers with a knife in hand and killed them indiscriminately. Roaring Sky Dog also cried out and pounced on them.

……

The South Gate was guarded by Princess Longji. Princess Longji was an expert in formations. She had set up a small magic formation early on, hidden at the South Gate.

Li Qi, the second disciple of Lu Wenshen, led 500 soldiers to charge into the South Gate. People were rushing in and out of the South Gate, shoulder to shoulder. When they saw the soldiers coming, they didn't know how to make way.

Li Qi was furious and ordered his soldiers to kill as many people as they could. Unexpectedly, they could never kill all the civilians. After killing one wave, another wave came.

At the South City Gate, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like a river.

Li Qi was standing in the mountain of corpses, just wanting to take a breath, when he saw King Wu Bo Yikao, Prime Minister Jiang Ziya and his party, talking and laughing, walking towards him.

Li Qi was overjoyed. Wasn't this a huge achievement that came to him automatically?
Without thinking too much, Li Qi took out a black banner and chanted a spell, waving it towards Bo Yikao, Jiang Zixiang and others.

Then they saw Bo Yikao and his group all fell to the ground, unable to struggle at all.

Li Qi was just about to cut off the head in order to ask for credit and reward.

Then he heard a sigh behind him, "He is also a murderer and greedy demon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Longji cut Li Qi's neck with the sword in her hand.

It turned out that Li Qi and his companions entered an illusion array as soon as they entered the south gate. Whatever they thought of would appear in the array.

It seemed to take quite a long time, but in just a flash of thought, Li Qi was already dead, his soul returned to the Fengshen Platform in Qishan.

When his soldiers saw Li Qi dead, they scattered and fled out of the south gate.

……

Zhu Tianlin, the third disciple of Lu Wenshen, led 500 soldiers and charged into the west gate. He met a monkey with a crooked face, wearing very bright armor and carrying a stick, standing in the city gate. "Hey, you evil Taoist, tell me your name. I am Shi Zongheng, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Come, come, let's get closer."

After Shi Zongheng finished speaking, he placed the Ruyi Jingu Bang in the middle of the road, silently chanting in his heart, "Big, big, big..."

The golden cudgel is naturally spiritual. It can move at will and become thousands of feet long or as big as a mountain.

This frightened Zhu Tianlin and other soldiers. With such a big stick hitting them, how could they find anyone? They would all be turned into meat patties, no, they would all be turned into crumbs.

Therefore, the soldiers behind Zhu Tianlin shouted and fled out of the city consciously.

Zhu Tianlin gritted his teeth, thinking that he would strike first. He pointed the long sword at Shi Zongheng a few times, and silently chanted a spell.

Seeing this, Shi Zongheng became curious.

"You evil Taoist, even if you are impressed by my handsomeness, you shouldn't swing your hands and hold up your sword."

"What do you mean by this? Are you worshipping me, or worshipping me?"

Zhu Tianlin was also filled with shame when he saw that his magic had failed to work. Similarly, he couldn't think of the reason.

How could this demon know that Shi Zongheng had eaten tens of thousands of raw and cooked elixirs, and refined them in the Xuandu Bagua furnace for 49 days.

His body had long been indestructible, so a small plague naturally could not do anything to Shi Zongheng.

Zhu Tianlin saw that his magic was ineffective and wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, the golden hoop fell straight down and hit him on the top of his head.

Alas, after thousands of years of hard work, it’s still just a pipe dream.

A heroic spirit floated towards the Conferred God Platform.

……

The north gate of Xiqi is not afraid of the sky or the earth. The trouble-making little tyrant Nezha is guarding here.

When Yang Wenhui, the fourth disciple of Lu Yue, led his soldiers to attack, he saw a very horrifying scene.

I saw Nezha, standing on the Wind-Fire Wheel, holding a Fire-Tipped Spear, with the Hun Tian Ribbon wrapped around his body and the Qian Kun Ring hanging on his arm..., staring at me ferociously.

Yang Wenhui mustered up his courage and shouted in a timid tone:
"You boy, get out of the way and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, I'll turn your body into dust and your soul will fly away."

"Really?" Nezha said with a smile.
"Come, let me see, how did you make me fly?"

Seeing this, Yang Wenhui had no choice but to take off his black whip and shake it towards Nezha several times, hoping to capture Nezha with the help of Taoist magic.

Who knows, Nezha is the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi, the incarnation of lotus, what soul does he have? Moreover, under his feet are two wheels of wind and fire, no matter what plague you have, it will be burned away by the raging fire.

"Interesting, it must be painful to whip someone with a small whip, right?"

Nezha stretched out his left hand and snatched the black whip. He thrust out with the fire spear in his right hand.

With a "puff" sound, the tip of the gun pierced Yang Wenhui's chest.

Yang Wenhui showed a look of disbelief, looked at his chest, and died.

A little heroic spirit went to chase after his three brothers.

After this night, Xiqi won a great victory. However, the plague god Lu Yue was still in the big tent, waiting for good news from his disciples.

"Report, report to the Imperial Master, something terrible has happened."

The defeated soldiers had already rushed into the camp, rolling and lying on the ground.

(End of this chapter)