People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 988 Luo Hou is injured, Hongjun stops

Lü Yue remained calm.

Looking at the two facing off in the void, he paid no attention to Luo Hou's words. With the power of the ancestral spirit, he was not necessarily a match for Luo Hou, and he was temporarily injured.

They wanted to deal with the ancestral spirits.

They were willing but unable to do so.

In addition, he has a deep fear of the ancestral spirit's strangeness. If he acts rashly, it is very likely that the spirit will be resurrected and leave a hidden weapon in his body, giving him a worthy opponent.

Regardless of who devours whom?

to him.

There was no loss whatsoever.

As for the corner of the shattered foundation, given enough time, he can naturally repair it. How could he not be on guard when he sensed the presence of the ancestral spirit?

The foundation of his Dao that he devoured was nothing more than the remnants left behind by those three thousand demon gods.

Hehe~
The ancestral spirit transformed into a willow branch, hovering in the void, its verdant hues drifting by. Wherever it passed, it created a pure land, where the beings converted by Rahu resided.

It changed hands again.

They transformed into faithful believers of the ancestral spirits.

"Luo Hou, in my opinion, your plan to corrupt the world is ultimately a minor scheme. Why not have them worship me instead? I will grant them immortality and all their wishes."

All of these are achievable.

Luo Hou's expression hardened, and his gaze toward the ancestral spirit was filled with apprehension. This ancient relic was left behind from countless epochs ago, before the birth and death of countless universes.

The profoundness of Taoism.

Far beyond his imagination?

Especially the deep apprehension in Lü Yue's words: the gods and demons that existed before Pangu created the world, dormant in the chaotic sea. If only there were a choice.

He really didn't want to face it.

"Fellow Daoist Lü Yue, how about we join forces?" Luo Hou placed his hopes on Lü Yue.

Lü Yue shook his head.

The two were enemies to begin with, so how could he possibly help Luo Hou? If that sword strike had landed on the southern or northern lands, he wouldn't be so angry.

Perhaps, considering that we are all beings of this world, it wouldn't be unreasonable to injure the ancestral spirit.

pity!

He chose the West, which is where the Ancestral Phoenix Daoist Temple is located. His actions have almost severed the Ancestral Phoenix's path to enlightenment.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too preoccupied with your own troubles to do anything but submit to the ancestral spirits?"

"You severed the path of the Ancestral Phoenix, and I didn't even bother you. Yet you still dare to dream of getting my help. What are you thinking?" Lü Yue chuckled lightly.

This made Luo Hou jump up and down in anger.

That's absolutely shameless.

The ancestral spirit was caused by Lü Yue, who brought it into the prehistoric world. Now he still tries to laugh it off and ignore it, truly treating Luo Hou as a fool.

snort!
Luo Hou's figure flashed.

Having traversed countless dimensions of time and space, he arrived before Lü Yue and struck out with a palm, which sounded like the wailing of ten thousand demons. A terrifying black aura was about to fall at the last moment.

Zu Feng made his move.

He pulled a golden hairpin from his hair and stabbed it directly into Luo Hou's palm.

It was submerged within it.

Luo Hou let out a mournful cry.

Retract your palm.

Looking at the hairpin that had disappeared into his body, he revealed a look of apprehension. The Taoist magic within his body seemed to have vanished without a trace, and when he tried to use it, a faint stinging pain would spread through his eight extraordinary meridians.

"what is this?"

Zu Feng smiled coldly.

"Naturally, it is a magical artifact specifically designed to deal with you. It is made from the feathers of my Phoenix Clan and infused with the Great Dao of Fire. The golden hairpin contains the hatred of all the people of my Phoenix Clan."

Luo Hou swept his gaze away coldly.

Inside the immortal volcano.

The Phoenix Clan uses a secret method to inject their heart's blood into a strange formation. It's as if there are billions of fire phoenixes burning his Dao foundation within his body.

"A worm shakes a tree, and it does not overestimate its own capabilities."

Luo Hou smiled coldly. He used the Ten Thousand Demons Disintegration Technique, and his body instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist, within which golden threads crisscrossed the eight extraordinary meridians.

Deep within the foundation of the Dao.

A phoenix soaring through the sky let out a series of loud cries.

“Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, your resistance is futile. When you cleaved the western land with your sword, how many lives of my Phoenix Clan were transformed into demonic beings by you?”

"And so much resentment will be born."

Zu Feng closed her eyes, and a single tear fell.

Lü Yue gently patted Zu Feng on the shoulder.

The reason why demonic beings are attacked by everyone is mainly because they are bloodthirsty, and not because of any causal relationship in their killing, but because of their indiscriminate demonic taint.

Especially Rahu.

This guy is a cold-blooded weapon. Wherever he goes, he brings disaster and devastation. If only he hadn't committed this senseless killing.

No one will hold a grudge against them.

No matter what!

Luo Hou looked at Zu Feng with resentment and a mocking expression.

“Zu Feng, when you three spirits of the creation of the world were fighting for supremacy, the bloodshed you committed was no less than mine. Now you are showing the demeanor of a daughter. Don’t you find it laughable?”

Zu Feng's icy gaze swept over Luo Hou.

He sneered, "My Phoenix Clan has already suffered divine punishment for this, and what about you, fellow Daoist?"

Luo Hou was furious and dispelled the fire phoenix within his body.

The ancestral spirit, who stood aside watching the show, had no intention of letting Luo Hou go. He devoured him so that his cultivation could advance further, and perhaps he could even remain in this world.

He once again attained enlightenment, reaching the primordial state of Hunyuan Wuji.

It emitted a croaking sound.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, it seems you are injured."

As the ancestral spirit approached step by step, Luo Hou felt a dizzying sensation. It was utterly shameless. If he allowed the ancestral spirit to get closer, he would be doomed to be devoured.

He himself was the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.

Execute punishment on behalf of God.

"No."

The black mist that Luo Hou transformed into flew rapidly toward the direction of the Eastern Xuanmen.

“Fellow Daoist Hongjun, I hope you will lend a hand. Our conflict is a battle of Daoist principles, and are you not interested in the appearance of the Ancestral Spirit?” Luo Hou stood before Jade Capital Mountain.

He walked awkwardly up the steps.

Zu Ling stopped and looked at Zixiao Palace with apprehension. The old Taoist Hongjun inside gave him great pressure, as if he were an old acquaintance from ancient times.

Is it
An absurd idea flashed through my mind.

The gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Hongjun coldly surveyed Luo Hou below the mountain. In his eyes, Luo Hou was nothing more than a stray dog, who had been thwarted by Lü Yue's plan to corrupt the world with demonic influence.

His potential has already been exhausted.

However, the ancestral spirits at the foot of the mountain gave him a lot of inspiration.

In particular, as Lü Yue said: Ancestral spirits are beings from the depths of the Chaos Sea.

The universe is born and dies.

When a world reaches its end, it will be swallowed by the Chaos Sea, or absorbed into the Dao Fruit of a powerful being, and the living beings before it will be gone.

Since it flew out from the Chaos Sea.

His understanding of the Chaos Sea and the Primordial Chaos was naturally superior to his. If he were at his peak, he might not dare to be careless in the slightest.

But now he's injured.

It's still the familiar chaotic gods and demons.

Then it can naturally become its prey, allowing itself to see what the so-called secret of Hunyuan Wuji really is.
“Fellow Daoist Ancestral Spirit, why don’t we enter the hall for a chat?”

The ancestral spirit looked wary and shook its head with a wry smile.

"There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people. My skills are inferior to others, so I will not bother Fellow Daoist Hongjun any longer."

(End of this chapter)