I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 117 Fellow Daoist, You Lost
Lu Wujiu said, "When we, the immortals of calligraphy and painting, want to ascend the steps, we can either add ink and paint a new picture, or embrace all rivers and seas. Fellow Daoist, you have chosen to embrace all rivers and seas. How can I dare to agree to this?"

Yuan Mochan said, "The position of Earth Official will forever belong to you, fellow Taoist. Isn't that enough?"

Lu Wujiu said, "As a slave to others, I wouldn't even bother to look at the position of Earth Official, let alone the Jade Emperor!"

Yuan Mochan sighed: "Trouble!"

Before he could finish his words, Lu Wujiu sat down on the cushion and suddenly turned into a pool of ink, trying to drown him.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wujiu was well prepared and his figure flashed and appeared in the air.

Yuan Mochan was not annoyed. He sat cross-legged silently. Everything around him melted into a halo of ink, spreading in all directions. It looked like ink poured into white paper, smudged wildly.

"Rumble..."

At the same time, the Nine Heavens Palace, which was hanging in the depths of the cloud vortex, was like a black iron dragon pillar piercing through the clouds, and the thousands of jade steps turned into chains hanging from the sky, sinking with the posture of crushing the stars.

It was as if the gods from the thirty-three heavens wanted to turn the palace into a paperweight, pressing it inch by inch onto the pages of human books.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu was neither sad nor angry. He looked up indifferently, his five fingers like a dragon, supporting the sky!
Thousands of golden seals suddenly blossomed between his fingers, like a river pouring down from the sky, transforming into a gilded net that covered the entire Nine Heavens Fairy Palace. The trembling sound of the golden seals was like the sound of thousands of swords, shaking the glazed tiles to the ground.

At the same time, the void behind him collapsed, and thousands of auspicious clouds burst into life, accompanied by Buddhist chants.

The hundred-foot-tall image of Acala emerged majestically from the vortex of light, shedding thousands of rays of Buddha light, which collided violently with the black halo that was growing wildly on the surface of the earth.

"It's pointless to try to shake a tree with an ant!"

Yuan Mochan laughed grimly upon seeing this, his magic power bursting out. Although the ink under his feet was eroding slowly, it was advancing inch by inch, and the palace in the sky was sinking bit by bit.

Lu Wujiu's expression remained unchanged. The shadow cast in the void was like a demon seed taking root. As it spread wildly and grew, it turned into a fairy-binding vine and rushed towards Yuan Mochan.

"The Taiyin Form Refining Dao that borrowed the power of Chi Qi? That's quite interesting!"

Yuan Mochan took a glance and recognized the truth at a glance. His figure quickly rose from the ground and hovered in the air.

If he were in the world of the living, this shadow really wouldn't be able to do anything to him!
However, this is the pure land of the mandala, and the laws of physics follow Lu Wujiu's will. Suddenly, the shadow vines stand up, as if they have substance, and catch up with Yuan Mochan's shadow.

The shadow chased the master, and in the blink of an eye, it spread out from around Yuan Mochan and tied him up tightly.

"How does this ant shadow feel?"

"Guarding a golden mountain while practicing an unorthodox path, I'm impressed! But, so what? Let's see whether you kill me first or my world swallows you first?"

Yuan Mochan made a comment and simply let himself be haunted by the shadow, and the erosion of heaven and earth became more and more intense.

"Then we'll see!"

Lu Wujiu responded with a sneer and said no more. The golden scrolls in his sleeves rushed out like a swarm of spiders, turning into webs to strengthen the net of heaven and earth. However, Yuan Mochan's realm was far beyond his.

No matter how hard he tried to stop it, he could only let it sink little by little.

‘Damn it! ’

Almost in an instant, Lu Wujiu suddenly pulled back the golden spider webs in the sky, twisted them into a golden whip, and lashed it towards Yuan Mochan.

"Well done!"

Yuan Mochan shouted loudly, and the palace in the sky no longer had any resistance, roaring towards the human world! The filthy black underground was like a raging wave, swallowing up the embankment of the human world.

All hopes are transformed into the "divine whip"!
"Snapped!"

The divine whip hit Yuan Mochan, and in an instant, Yuan Mochan's expression froze.

Incredibly, he said, "This isn't Jiazi's power!"

Before he finished speaking, his body, like a piece of finely carved jade glass, shattered into pieces, like flowers scattered by a fairy, splashing all over the world.

Dead?
Before Lu Wujiu could confirm the results of the battle, a deafening clanging sound came from behind him.

"Boom..."

Looking back, the Nine Heavens Palace plunged into the earth with the force of thunder, cracking the labyrinthine mandala into spiderweb-like cracks wherever it passed. Black magma gushed out, marking the fall of the world.

"Daoyou, you lose!"

At the highest point of the palace, on the flying beast on the eaves, Yuan Mochan quietly appeared and looked at Lu Wujiu with a half-smile on his face.

The Sishu Keyilu once recorded:
——The book is immortal, and the spirit is immortal.

If that’s the case, how could Yuan Mochan die?

This nine-story palace is the real body!

Lu Wujiu took a deep breath and smiled, "Have you seen the underworld?"

Yuan Mochan was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: "This... isn't this your book world? Impossible, you didn't lie, how could this not be?"

Lu Wujiu chuckled and said, "Think about it carefully, fellow Daoist!"

After the words were spoken, the figure disappeared.

The next second, Lu Wujiu appeared in the main hall of the farmer's house. In front of him was an old altar, and on the altar was the second silver coin that had just been placed there.

Lu Wujiu looked up and saw that the portrait of "Xuanmen Laolu Wujiu Du'e Zhenjun" on the wall had turned into the God of Wealth holding a gold ingot and grinning.

Hey!
Lu Wujiu couldn't help but roll his eyes.

That's right, what great good things had he done to make the people down the mountain spontaneously offer him tributes? It was pure wishful thinking.

He picked up the second piece of silver, turned around, and turned into a shadow, escaping into the distance.

The mountain road is more than ten miles long and you can reach the destination in a blink of an eye.

After returning to the private room of Lao Lu Temple and making sure that the talismans placed there had not been touched by anyone, he took out Guangxuan's skin.

At this moment, the human skin was like falling into an ink pool, as black as ink, but there was a faint glow inside it, and under the flowing light, it showed a colorful black.

Lu Wujiu stretched out his hand and pressed on Guangxuan's skin. Countless dark golden talismans emerged from deep within the skin, traveling along the blood and flesh meridians, like a formation of golden armored soldiers, deducing the Buddhist seal at the junction of reality and illusion, suppressing the villains.

After a long time, the golden scroll stopped moving and turned into a complicated array, disappearing into the human skin.

"call--"

Lu Wujiu let out a sigh, and a sense of fear emerged from the bottom of his heart.

If he didn't have Guangxuan's human skin, he could only fight this devouring battle with the human skin book!

He didn't know whether the status of the human skin book, and even the reality raised by the enthronement of several generations, could withstand Yuan Mochan's devouring?

Even if he could bear it, he didn't want to take any risk.

Fortunately, he had a trick up his sleeve and did not show the human skin book. Fortunately, he also got Guangxuan's human skin, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the moment, Yuan Mochan is sealed with Guangxuan's skin, but it does not mean that it is a one-time solution.

"We have to find a way to kill him!"

There was a fierce gleam in Lu Wujiu's eyes. He didn't know how advanced Yuan Mochan's cultivation was.
But after some contact, he has at least reached the top three, and it is possible that he has reached the top three.

However, it is unlikely to reach the fourth level and achieve perfection in the fourth level.

The reason was simple. He had seen the power of a fourth-class perfect cultivator. It seemed as if his every move seemed to have the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth. Even now, he still felt a palpitation in his heart when he thought about it.

Therefore, it is not too difficult to kill Yuan Mochan!
At that moment, countless evil thoughts arose.

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