Chapter 139 Disciple, it’s me, Lu Yue
Xiqi Market is crowded with people, all with their mouths wide open and their heads held high.
The gloomy wind gusted, and the bodies of the people were like insect nests. Insects and ghosts were constantly coming in and out of the body, and a large black cloud was floating in the wind.
The market became a container for refining poison, and more than 80% of the Yin Qi gathered.
The plague messengers arrived at the market one after another, crawling everywhere motionless, absorbing the extremely rich Yin Qi to transform.
"Is it a magic circle? A magic circle even more evil than driving piles."
Yang He was lying in the corner looking ordinary.
The copper coin sword is attached to the leather bag Taoist robe, allowing it to disguise itself as a slug, but it inevitably has the characteristics of a real dragon.
Yang He was sure there would be no flaws, mainly because Lu Yue had no time to take care of Xiqi.
In addition, I have indeed practiced Lu Yue's Taoism.
Although the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique is a hundred times more mysterious than the one obtained by the Plague Messenger, after all, it comes from the same origin, and the aura is still very different.
Yang He deliberately concealed the aura of potential ghosts, leaving only the pupil ghosts all over his body.
Tonggui has re-cultivated the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique and has just stepped onto the first level. Even though his strength is already at the strong ghost level, his aura is only at the weak ghost level.
The rest of the plague messengers are generally in the evil ghost realm.
Yang He glanced at Niwan Palace and saw that the larvae transformed by Tonggui were ready to move, but they were not targeting the Yin Qi, but the plague messengers around them.
The said Qi Refiner feels like it is already developing in an indescribable direction.
"Speaking of which, what's going on with Taigong Jiang?"
The third prince's message clearly mentioned that he would be able to find traces of Jiang Taigong after playing a role, but there is still no news about him so far.
"Coming."
Yang He noticed Chen Geng slowly coming with Zhou Ji.
Chen Geng scanned the Plague Envoys and said with satisfaction: "There are a total of thirty-seven new Plague Envoys, but they still have to go through a refining process, and nearly half of the defective products should be screened out."
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"Uncle Master, even if there are only ten more comrades, the speed of the Wenhuang Formation's sacrifices to ordinary people will increase several times, and Chanjiao will not be able to break the formation in time."
Zhou Ji looked attentive, but his lower body had been torn apart by the Five-Way God. He could only rely on his arms to support him while walking, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Not bad."
Chen Geng licked his lips, and the saliva dripping from his tongue dissolved into pits on the ground.
"Zhou Ji, you should go in too. It is only right to recover from your injuries as soon as possible. After all, the only real disciples of Master Lu are the four of you."
"Yes yes yes."
Zhou Ji was overjoyed, and then his flesh squirmed and transformed into a giant scorpion, but his tail was cut off in half, and his strength was reduced by half.
He looked around warily, then disappeared into the center of the market.
"The saint's disciples should not be in Xiqi, they should not be in Xiqi..."
Ever since he faced Wushou Buddha, Zhou Ji had become a bit talkative. No matter who he looked at, he thought he was a disciple of a saint.
Chen Geng stared at Zhou Ji Jixi with disdain. If it weren't for Zhenren Lu's face, he would have trampled him to death last night.
He took out the bell and shook it.
The overwhelming swarm of insects entered the market and actively attached themselves to the body surface of the plague messenger. The Yin Qi in the market began to become distinct.
The more insects you attract, the richer the Yin Qi you get.
The plague messengers neighed and fought each other. Their sharp claws and fangs struck at each other's vital points, and blood immediately poured out.
For them, the corpses of the same kind are naturally nutrients, and only half of the thirty-seven plaguebringers are destined to survive.
The market is completely closed.
Chen Geng turned around and planned to leave.
He was in charge of the Plague Formation. If there were no saint disciples to disrupt the situation, he would not interfere with the Plague Messenger, so he would not waste time.
All the plague messengers have started fighting each other.
Zhou Ji was the first to bear the brunt. He killed two of the same kind and then feasted on them. One person used 40% of the Yin Qi to recover from his injuries.
"Huh?"
Chen Geng's face was full of color, and he suddenly noticed a terrifying aura.
His eyes fell on the motionless Yang He. The more he looked at it, the more something was wrong. The slug dragon scale armor actually had a mysterious Taoist charm looming.
Yang He's exposed cultivation level was relatively low, and because he was not a big threat, no one paid attention to him.
"Immortal body?"
"Is there an immortal body among the Plague Messengers that I made at random?"
Chen Geng was intrigued and stared at it carefully for a long time but couldn't make up his mind.
The Third Prince's physique is mainly composed of the corpse dragon's real body, and part of the corpse's immortal body is mixed with it. Chen Geng has never seen such a unique physique.
"It's better to accept him as a disciple and stay in the Wenhuang Formation for a while."
"Hehe, after the sacrifice and refinement of Xiqi, we still have to fight with Chanjiao. We can use him to refine a superior magic weapon for plague."
Thinking of this, Chen Geng sent a message to Zhou Ji to protect Yang He.
Zhou Ji naturally did not dare to refuse, so he ate the corpse wholeheartedly and forced his body to get close to Yang He, his expression full of gloating.
"Uncle Master likes to eat his disciples the most. A dozen of them have died before."
"Why don't you take the opportunity to taste this person?"
Zhou Ji swallowed.
As a product of acquired refining, Plaguebringer's Taoist heart is not even as good as ordinary people's, and he cannot restrain his appetite for a while after it surges.
"Just take one bite, just one bite. Anyway, you are just a consumable when you become my uncle's disciple."
Yang He remained indifferent, his expression sometimes ferocious, sometimes calm, and gradually a faint light flickered between his eyebrows.
Tonggui has successfully broken through the second level of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique.
The larvae in the Niwan palace disappeared, leaving only the pupa made of silk threads, with interlaced black and white patterns, which at first glance looked like wide-open pupils.
Yang He's pupils focused, and hundreds of eyes moved randomly.
The hunger transmitted by Hitomi almost overwhelmed his consciousness.
"The third level of the Nine Refining Gu Insect Method requires the emergence of pupae and adults, and the current Yin Qi content alone cannot provide enough nutrients."
"Eat!"
“Let’s eat!!”
The market fell into silence, and all the plague messengers looked at Yang He in unison.
Zhou Ji was faintly palpitating, but more of he was shocked.
He was still hesitating whether to taste Yang He's flesh and blood, but Yang He in turn wanted to eat him. How could it be so ridiculous?
"Why do you eat me?" "Hahaha..."
Zhou Ji's laughter stopped suddenly, and the eight plague messengers beside him began to twitch inexplicably, and fine cracks covered his body in the blink of an eye.
Flesh and blood proliferated in the cracks, and countless pupils opened.
Those plague messengers were horrified, but they could only watch themselves become shriveled and withered, no matter how hard they tore their eyes, it was of no avail.
Bang bang bang.
All I heard was an endless stream of muffled noises.
The eight mummies fell heavily, and the moment their pupils closed, a massive amount of Yin Qi was brought back.
Tonggui digested it eagerly, and the hunger caused by it was slightly relieved, but it was still far from reaching the third level.
Yang He's expression was subtle, and the dragon's body had grown to over ten meters tall.
There are eight more corpses of plague messengers.
Tonggui has already shown signs of breaking through the bottleneck.
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Zhou Ji didn't neglect him anymore. The speed at which Yang He's strength increased frightened him, and his desire to eat him was real.
roar! !
He roared, and the smell of his breath filled the market.
The ground dissolved, creating a toxic swamp.
The poisonous water surged and gathered, turning into a tornado to wrap around Yang He. He was in the innate realm (evil ghost), and anyone who touched the poisonous water would surely die.
Zhou Jishi hesitated when the time came, and couldn't help but restrain his toxicity.
At this moment.
He seemed to feel something and turned his head subconsciously.
Yang He's body was half-empty and half-real, and the poisonous water penetrated it. Only part of his flesh was corroded, and he was not seriously injured at all as expected.
puff.
The dragon's claw penetrated Zhou Ji's body and stirred it up, causing his internal organs to fail.
At the same time, countless eyes had quietly possessed Zhou Ji, and the burning pain of karma hit him, causing Zhou Ji to roll over in the swamp.
"Seeking death!!"
When had Zhou Ji ever been so aggrieved? He resisted the erosion of his eyes and stood up.
Yang He took the opportunity to kill the ten plague messengers again, and Tonggui completed the reconstruction and reached the third level of the Nine Refined Gu Insect Technique.
Zhou Ji rushed over like crazy and stared at Yang He closely.
Chen Geng's gulping voice sounded in Yang He's ears, "If you are willing to worship me as your teacher and help me refine a magic weapon, I will save your life. How about it?"
He grinned, not knowing whether Chen Geng was talking to him or Zhou Ji.
This person is already on the must-eat list and is destined to become a resource for the two ghosts.
Click.
The chrysalis bursts open.
The ladybug crawled out slowly.
To be precise, it's a pupil ghost that looks like a ladybug.
Yang He opened his eyebrows and raised his eyes. After the reconstruction, there was not much difference in appearance, but there was an overflowing light in the pupils, which seemed to contain the entire universe.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Zhou Ji held his stomach, and the pupils attached to his internal organs came to life, turning into countless ladybugs and burrowing into the depths of his internal organs.
The erosion is getting worse, and the ladybugs will continue to eat the flesh.
Zhou Ji discovered that the blood vessels and meridians were already covered with insect eggs, and within a few breaths, ladybugs with multiple pupil pupils hatched.
"Don't kill me!"
"I am a disciple of Zhenren Lu, don't kill me, it's Chen..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Geng snorted coldly, and the silver needle penetrated Zhou Ji's skull, cutting off the latter's life.
Zhou Ji looked at Chen Geng in disbelief and was relieved when he saw the greed in Chen Geng's eyes.
Anyway, Yang He is going to die.
If you cooperate with Chen Geng in refining weapons, your death will definitely be worse.
Hahaha.
Chen Geng stretched his neck and approached the market and said: "Become my disciple, cooperate with me in refining weapons, and your life will be safe."
He looked Yang He up and down, unable to suppress the exclamation in his eyes.
Born with a fairy body.
A natural immortal body that has never existed before.
As long as Yang He is willing to cooperate, the superior magic weapon is certain! !
The threat in Chen Geng's words was ready to come out.
Yang He swallowed up the rest of the plague messengers in front of Chen Geng, pretended to think for a moment, and then was ready to agree.
There is no harm in becoming a disciple of Chen Geng, but whoever takes advantage of it is another matter.
"My disciple has seen..."
Yang He's heart was beating wildly, and the word "master" seemed to be stuck in his mouth, unable to speak.
Chen Geng looked slightly impatient, and he heard his own words behind him.
"Junior Brother Chen Geng, he is a disciple of this real person, do you know?"
Chen Geng's face was pale, and his limbs were trembling uncontrollably. The sudden sound almost frightened him into fainting, and he quickly fell to his knees.
"Senior...Senior brother, I know my mistake!!"
Yang He looked towards the end of the street, and a strange man came into view.
"Lu Yue?"
Lu Yue's figure is in a state of alternation between old and young.
He has three heads at the same time.
Children, middle-aged, elderly.
Yang He took a breath and noticed Lu Yue's old head...
It was Jiang Ziya.
(End of chapter)