Mythology

Chapter 143 Everything is going as planned

In the eyes of the spiritual vision, it was another bizarre scene.

The calm was only an appearance. The plague array had quietly caused drastic changes in millions of ordinary people. To be more precise, they were...becoming immortals!!

The mundane Niwan Palace is filled with maggots, densely packed with hundreds of them.

The maggots began to spin silk cocoons.

The more Yang He looked at it, the more he felt that the maggots were like the evil spirits of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique. The Niwan Palace had become a worm nest, and the maggots that replaced the souls had turned into pupae.

"Oh shit."

Yang He felt his hair stand on end. He saw with his own eyes that the peddler's skull was opening and closing with every breath. This was caused by the inability of the Niwan Palace to withstand the pressure.

At the same time, the skull looks like a pupa that is about to transform into a butterfly.

From Yang He's perspective, he couldn't understand Lu Yue's purpose at all.

He stared at Fan Su for a moment, his spiritual vision was already surging uncontrollably, the increase was even more exaggerated than when he was facing Lu Yue directly.

It’s hard to imagine what will come out of it.

"Junior brother."

The tripod was quietly opened.

Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, with his six arms on his waist, and said nothing.

After not seeing each other for ten years, Nezha still looks like a child, about the same age as the corpse boy, and his strength is at least above the level of Concentrated Spirit (Killing Ghost).

Compared to Yang He, whose realm seems to have stagnated because of his experience spanning ancient and modern times, Nezha has made full use of the magic of his immortal body and is not far from becoming an immortal.

"Thank you."

Nezha seemed to dislike others being taller than him, so he deliberately hung himself in the air.

He looked Yang He up and down, and said in a slow tone: "Junior brother, it seems that Lu Yue's possession of your body has not affected your foundation."

Yang He was stunned, not understanding why Nezha would say such nonsense.

He suddenly realized something, and the pupil ghost left his body and looked at him, only to find that his body had returned to its original state, without any signs of possession.

Nezha noticed the strangeness in Yang He's expression, "Junior brother, are you okay?"

Yang He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. He carefully checked with his spiritual sense and found a head hanging in the Niwan Palace. It was the head of middle-aged Lu Yue.

The smile on the middle-aged Lu Yue's head was unfathomable and was dissolving bit by bit.

Yang He's stagnant consciousness was fed back again, gradually approaching perfection in becoming a silk thread. Of course, the price was a more thorough fall into a Dharma body outside of the body.

It was impossible for him to speak now.

As soon as he had the slightest thought, he felt a sharp pain in his Niwan Palace, and it seemed as if Lu Yue's head might explode at any time.

Nezha didn't notice anything and looked away, "I'm glad you're okay."

"But Junior Brother, your realm is too low. You can't interfere with the plague array. You should meet up with Junior Brother Qingfeng and the others."

As he spoke, Nezha glanced enviously at Yang He's nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure.

"Well, how is the fortune of Da Shang now?"

"The centipede may die, but it is still alive."

Nezha glared at him, "If it weren't for the Plague Formation, the Shang Dynasty would have no chance to breathe. Lü Yue's crimes are extremely heinous."

Yang He understood that the time when the Plague Ghost disappeared was already the late stage of Conferred God.

Nezha narrowed his eyes, "I have a feeling that the plague array has another purpose."

"Brother, how are you injured?"

Yang He changed the subject, fearing that Nezha's unstable breath might hurt him accidentally.

"Once the fire of karma is reignited, it will only burn more and more vigorously. If it weren't for the plague array, the plague poison would have no effect on me at all."

Yang He was secretly shocked. The immortal body that Nezha gained after his rebirth from the fire was even more terrifying than he had imagined, and he had recovered in just a short time.

Nezha looked up at the sky, the karmic fire was accumulating.

Yang He informed Nezha of Jiang Ziya's situation. The latter remained silent, but the veins on his arm holding the Fire Spear were bulging.

"Wait."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"I believe the Chanjiao immortals outside the formation will not remain indifferent."

Nezha restrained his breath, and karma fire emerged from his mouth and nose when he breathed.

"coming!"

Before Yang He could ask, the dark clouds over Xiqi suddenly dissipated a little, the golden sunlight illuminated the town, and the wind blew with warmth.

"Brother, who made the move?"

"He is from the lineage of True Lord Qingxu Daode. However, the person who made the move has not yet become an immortal. It will probably take a lot of time and effort to break the plague array from the outside."

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun is one of the twelve golden immortals under Yuanshi Tianzun.

boom.

A huge palm held up a sun and broke through the clouds.

Yang He saw an unbelievable scene: the sun was actually made up of seven corpses of divine birds, which looked extremely bizarre.

They are the phoenix, blue luan, peng, peacock, white crane, swan and owl.

An eye can be seen faintly in the palm of your hand.

Yang He recognized immediately that this person would be canonized as Jiazi Tai Sui later. Unexpectedly, he was actually a disciple of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

"It is the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, the most precious treasure of the True Lord Qingxu Daode."

Nezha said coldly: "It's too late to take real action now. Are you all afraid that the common people in Xiqi will never die?"

Yang He seemed to be thinking about something.

The essence of the Conferred Gods Battle is a chess game. It seems to be a fight between the orthodox and unorthodox sects, but in fact, there is also a hidden Buddhism involved.

Could it be that Buddhism was trying to put a check on the situation? To prevent Jiejiao from being defeated?

Theoretically speaking, the longer the two sects of orthodoxy and oppositionalism fight each other, the more it is in the interests of Buddhism.

Just as Nezha mentioned, if there had been no plague array, the Shang Dynasty would have been doomed. This shows that the game of Investiture of the Gods... still needs to be played.

As the temperature of the plague array rises, the content of yin energy decreases.

However, it still could not stop millions of mortals from becoming immortals. Suddenly, cold winds and a thin layer of plague mixed with yin energy swept across Xiqi.

Nezha raised his eyebrows, "Brother, I have sensed the aura of the old plague ghost. Take care, and we will discuss this in detail when we return to Qianyuan Mountain."

boom.

Smoke and dust billowed from the Wind Fire Wheel, and Nezha disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Nezha didn't notice that Yang He's expression was a little dull, and there were circles of ring-shaped patterns floating up and down in his eyes.

It's like a snail controlled by a parasite.

The deafening noise intensified. Before Lu Yue showed up, Chen Geng and Nezha fought.

Chen Geng was obviously not as strong as Nezha. He was already in a mess after just a few moves. The power of the karma fire was even greater with the help of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.

"Nezha is not dead, and he is becoming more and more difficult to deal with."

Chen Geng fully realized that when immortals fight, mortals suffer.

It seemed that the orthodox and evil sects were preparing to make a big fuss in the plague array. However, his magical powers were mediocre and he had no magic weapon, so he was definitely doomed.

"No, we have to find a way to lure Nezha away."

"And... the dragon-bearded tiger."

Chen Geng looked around Xiqi and saw Yang He was already near the city gate.

.........

Yang He felt his head was extremely heavy and his consciousness began to become blurred, but at the same time his spiritual awareness was gradually approaching perfection.

The instinct to ward off disaster and avoid misfortune drove him out of the wine shop and headed towards the city gate of Xiqi.

There are twenty or thirty similar figures.

It can be seen that Lu Yue foresaw that whether the plague formation succeeded or not, he would definitely suffer badly, so he refined a large number of external Dharma bodies in advance.

Yang He walked through the streets and alleys and arrived at the official road outside the city without anyone noticing.

As soon as we left Xiqi, a plague messenger followed closely.

Nanling Fei was missing half of his eight arms, with traces of burns from karma fire on the broken ends. He was almost killed by the impact of Nezha's attack alone.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he knew that the only person he could count on was Chen Geng.

"Master Uncle said that Master Lu no longer had time to take care of his Dharma body, so he let Longxuhu leave Xiqi on his own."

Nan Lingfei swallowed his saliva as he watched Yang He turn from the official road into the mountain road.

"It's a pity that Longxuhu is unwilling to cooperate with Uncle Master in refining the weapon, so his internal organs must be taken away."

"If I can find a way to keep my body alive for a few days, my uncle will be able to take me out of this hellhole. I won't have to worry about my life."

Nanling flew to within ten meters of Yang He and put his four arms together.

The sword light carrying the plague was brewing in the palm of his hand.

"Don't blame me, Longxuhu. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being born an immortal. You should stay in the mountains and practice until you become an immortal."

Nan Lingfei's facial features were distorted due to jealousy.

Whoosh.

The sword light flashed past.

There were crackling sounds on Yang He's back, and the bones were visible, but the sword light did not penetrate him, only breaking his ribs.

"The strength of his body is truly terrifying, he is indeed a natural immortal body."

Nan Lingfei walked towards Yang He in admiration.

"what?"

Sudden.

There was a black cat on Yang He's shoulder and he paused.

"He didn't lose consciousness? How is that possible? Master Lu would never fail."

Nan Lingfei heard Yang He muttering to himself: "After becoming a Dharmakaya, Lü Yue can make the brain rigid with just a little influence. Sigh, it's better to put the brain away for the time being."

"Heizi, remember to find a deserted place to bury it later."

The black cat opened its mouth and a dozen tentacles extended out.

Click.

While Nan Lingfei was stunned, Yang He's head had been swallowed by the black cat.

The headless body remained where it was.

The black cat leaped lightly, and the headless corpse instinctively sensed the threat.

The immortal body of the Third Prince is the true body of a corpse dragon, but after the initial fusion of the characters, it begins to contain some characteristics of a corpse-transmigrated immortal body.

The Yang fire turned into Yin fire, and the aura of the headless corpse became even stronger.

"What……"

Roar! ! !
The headless corpse swelled to seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye. The corpse dragon slapped it hard, and Nan Lingfei immediately vomited blood and flew backwards.

Nanling Fei threw out more than a dozen sword energies.

There was flesh and blood growing on the broken neck of the headless corpse.

puff.

The stone dragon transformed from the stone arm was actually grafted onto the broken end, and it opened its mouth to swallow the sword energy, even though its realm required it to do so with ease.

Poof.

Next are the poisonous dragon and the corpse dragon.

The image of the headless corpse turned into a hideous three-headed dragon.

Nan Lingfei screamed in agony, his blood dried up, and the hollow dragon corpse stirred among his organs, and any counterattack was digested by the stone dragon.

The three dragon heads collided with each other repeatedly, and the black cat watching the fight couldn't help but show pity.

After a moment, the black cat put away the body that had been turned into minced meat and took out Yang He's head again.

Without waiting for Yang He's spiritual consciousness to communicate with his body, the three-headed monster dragon, driven by instinct, flew directly into the clouds and tried its best to get away from Xiqi.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The black cat held Yang He's head in its mouth and chased the headless dragon.

Not until the Yin Fire was almost extinguished did the headless corpse dragon fall back to the ground.

Yang He's consciousness had fallen into coma again. The black cat approached the headless dragon cautiously, and the pupil ghost used the insect silk to slowly close its head and body.

"interesting."

The black cat took a few steps back before noticing a figure on the branch.

The man's temperament was neither Taoist nor worldly. He wore a cloud-shaped hat with a fan, a Taoist robe and a silk sash, and held a spear in his hand, pointing it at Yang He.

A bright light flashed in the vertical eye between the eyebrows.

Lu Yue's head in Yang He Ni Wan Palace turned to ashes, and then he regained consciousness.

"I am Yang Jian, a disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren from Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain."

"You don't need to thank me for saving you this time. We are in the same boat, so it's just a piece of cake."

"Your mother."

(End of this chapter)