I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 21 The wild goose plucking its feathers
Seeing this, Lu Wujiu remained unmoved, his figure motionless like a Mingwang, as if he had transformed into the dark sun of the underworld. Darkness as deep as ink poured out from his body, and in a moment, dyed the area three feet around him with ink!
His soul flashed out of his body and at the moment when the zombies grabbed the Seven Star Sword, he flashed out, snatched the sword, swung the sword, and the broken arms scattered everywhere.

At the same time, a huge stone archway rose from the ground behind his body.

A rolling dark wind whistled out from the archway!

For a moment, the wind whispered, the earth murmured, the evil spirits wailed, the dead souls cried, and countless ghost officials swarmed out and pounced on the dead body.

The corpse that Lu Wujiu had to spend all his strength, even using his magic power, to split open was just a leaky fishing net in front of the ghost.

They only need to possess the body and instantly freeze the violent zombies.

This scene, like a violent storm, frightened the Old Lu Mountain God so much that his shadow twisted and his voice trembled:
"Who are you? Who are you?"

"I am Lu Wujiu, a guest of Laolu Mountain. What advice do you have for me?"

Lu Wujiu responded loudly, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. Even though he had opened the Netherworld Realm, he still couldn't lock onto the Old Lu Mountain God.

This made him sigh that it was indeed a shadow spirit, a two-dimensional creature.

"You... you're talking nonsense. I saw the old Lu Temple build buildings and pavilions, recruit disciples, and it has lasted for four generations until today. How could I not know who the disciples are?"

"Since you know clearly, you should know about the changes that happened to the old Taoist temple. Liu Qingtan is young now and it is difficult for him to run the Taoist temple, so they asked me to be a guest official and temporarily lead the Taoist temple!"

The old Lushan God was speechless and said after a while:

"How did you find this place?"

"I buried the body last night. Since you stole it, I naturally had to come and take a look. I never thought that there was a paradise hidden in the deserted back mountain. It's a pity that there are zombies everywhere..."

Lu Wujiu's mind turned and he asked curiously:

"Oh, right, you just said that this is your tribe's ritual of ascending the stairs. I wonder which step we should ascend?"

The old Lushan God said nothing.

Lu Wujiu shook his head: "You won't tell me? Then I will take these corpses away, dust to dust, earth to earth."

The old Lushan God flew into a rage: "How dare you disrupt my ascension ceremony? I, for generations, will never reconcile with you!"

Lu Wujiu: "I hate threats the most in my life. If that's the case, then I must ruin your ascension ceremony."

As soon as the voice fell, villagers immediately came out with hatchets and kitchen knives, hacking at each other. Every time the knife pierced into the flesh, flesh fragments flew everywhere. It looked extremely evil!
"No, no, no! I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

The old Lushan God was anxious. Even though Lu Wujiu had chopped up countless corpses before, in fact, as long as they were sewn together again, they could be used again.

However, the corpses now hacking at each other was enough to break the corpses into pieces.

Lu Wujiu waved his hand, and the group of self-mutilating corpses stopped.

"The rituals I have set up are the steps to ascend to the demonic realm..."

As the old Lushan God spoke, Lu Wujiu's face remained unchanged, but his heart was already filled with huge waves.

Everything in the world has its own rituals. The so-called ascension rituals are the ceremonial rules for advancing to become higher-level creatures.

The Xuanmen sect calls it the ritual of ascending the stairs!
for example:

If a weasel becomes a spirit and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, it can transform into a demon. However, even if it cultivates skills for sixty or a hundred years, it will still be a weasel.

They are inherently weaker than carnivorous beasts and are easily restrained by natural enemies. Most importantly, their cultivation ceiling is extremely low.

Therefore, only by climbing the stairs can one break through the shackles of blood and reach a higher level.

Most of the rituals for spirits, monsters and evil spirits to ascend to higher levels involve transforming into humans, because this type of ritual is the least difficult and easier to complete, and the upper limit of human cultivation is higher.

For example: Huangpi asks for a title.

Similarly, the Lao Lu Mountain God also held a climbing ceremony in the valley. The difference was that what he climbed was "demons and monsters".

What are the abilities of the demons? Wuliang did not specify.

Little did he know that Lu Wujiu, who had just entered this world, had already experienced a ritual of ascending the stairs.

At this time, Lu Wujiu also keenly realized that his life form may have already undergone subtle changes, but he was just in the situation and didn't realize it!

"One ritual requires hundreds of corpses. You must have killed many people to conduct this ritual, right?" "Don't you dare slander me! When have I ever killed anyone? If I had, how could we have such a large scale? I'd probably have been wiped out long ago."

The last sentence of Old Lushan God almost hit Lu Wujiu's old waist.

That's right. Although he had only been in Lao Lushan for a short time, he was trying hard to absorb all the information in order to adapt as quickly as possible.

From big rumors to small local gossip, they accept everything!
However, I have never heard of any missing cases or sudden deaths of villagers near Lao Lu Mountain.

"You don't believe me? I really didn't kill anyone. I swear on the Great Dao! Otherwise, how could I have hidden it for over a hundred years?"

When the old Lushan God saw that Lu Wujiu didn't say anything, he was so anxious that he kept making excuses.

Lu Wujiu stretched out his hand and interrupted the old Lushan God:

"When I first entered the valley, I saw clusters of houses, men farming and women weaving. As I walked into the village, I felt a peaceful atmosphere. There were more baby girls than baby boys in the village."

"As the saying goes, scenery follows the state of mind, and the state of mind follows the heart. To be able to weave such a worldly scene, my fellow Taoist must not be an unforgivable villain!"

When Old Lushan God heard this, he showed joy on his face, but Lu Wujiu suddenly changed the subject:
"However, stealing a corpse is ultimately a violation of public order and morality; insulting the corpse of a disciple of Lao Lu Temple is an even greater crime. Seeing the victim come to your door, you did not repent, but instead turned the tables and murdered him. You are guilty of all three crimes. You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape the punishment of life. Do you wish to defend yourself?"

The old Lushan God was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"I live in seclusion in the mountains and don't have any rare items to offer as apology. The only things I have are the medicinal herbs that grow naturally in the forests. Perhaps they can offer a small token of my gratitude. However, these herbs are useless to me, so I've never picked them. You, Taoist priest, will need to pick them yourself."

Lu Wujiu's face darkened: "Is this how you test the old cadres?"

Old Lushanshen didn't understand what "old cadre" meant, but he could still read Lu Wujiu's expression and said in a bitter voice:

"I have some funerary objects in my hands. Although most of them are mundane, there are also some quite interesting ones."

Lu Wujiu sighed deeply. Seeing this, the old Lushan God said hurriedly, "I still have a relic. If I put it on my shadow, I can control my shadow. I can also give it to the Taoist priest."

"Oh, let me have a look at it?"

At this moment, the crowd swayed, and a young girl who was not controlled by the evil spirit squeezed in pitifully, raising her cupped little hands.

There was a thin, undetectable shadow in the palm of his hand.

This old turtle is indeed alert... Seeing that it was a puppet sent over, Lu Wujiu narrowed his eyes, and as his mind moved, the power of the human skin book that invaded reality immediately rolled up the shadow and sent it into his hands.

He was not afraid of any trickery, and as he injected a little magic power into it, a strange phantom feeling, as if he had grown a third arm, surged into his heart.

"This item does show some sincerity, but I also want the other two items. I'll send them to Lao Luguan at a specific time tomorrow!"

"Yes."

Lu Wujiu was satisfied. With a wave of his hand, the ghost officials left the group of corpses and rushed into the Ghost Gate as fast as a hurricane. The Ghost Gate then slammed shut.

The soft and warm sunlight once again poured into the deep valley, coating Lu Wujiu with a layer of silver light and casting a long shadow under his feet.

At this moment, the group of corpses fled like frightened wild horses.

Before long, all that was left on the country road were countless headless corpses, lying all over the place, a spectacular sight.

Lu Wujiu looked around and asked, "I still don't know what to call you, friend?"

The shadow of the tree beside him swayed and rose up: "Daoyou, you can call me Wang Ying."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Lu Wujiu nodded and said, "May I ask if you are really the Old Lushan God?"

"Your arrogant words have made the Taoist priest laugh."

"Is there a mountain god on Laolu Mountain?"

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't dare to pretend, but..."

"But what?"

"There is a great demon in Laolu Mountain. He has a good cultivation base and is very likely to become the God of Laolu Mountain."

(End of this chapter)