Chapter 142 The plague array opened
Yang He was surprised and happy that he had become Lu Yue's outer body.
When he was buried in the water, he had already discovered that being taken away was a shortcut to obtain special characters, and it could also make special characters grow.
For example, the third prince is not the legal heir of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
Lu Yue's external incarnation is obviously more intimidating and more in line with Yang He's practice system, so the generated permanent character will definitely fit in.
If you think about it carefully, the magical powers of the two are highly overlapping.
Yang He even had a bold idea, could he replace Lu Yue?
As if Pandora's box had been opened, his breathing became rapid, and his body was transforming into a child's appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He analyzed the pros and cons, frowning.
Lu Yue is not the third prince of the Dragon Palace. He has a profound influence on the Legend of the Gods. Even Journey to the West is likely to have a butterfly effect.
Each allusion is not independent, after all, it is related to each other.
Yang He was a little confused, and the pupil ghost unconsciously affected the people around him.
The ground and walls are covered with eyes, flying like ladybugs.
Master Mingshan and his disciples turned pale with fright.
The two of them had met Lu Yue before the Wenhuang Formation appeared, and knew that the Wenhuang Ghost had three heads, and Yang He was the same as one of them.
"Uncle, stay calm and don't be affected."
Mingshan tried to awaken Yang He's consciousness, took out the Qingxin Talisman and wanted to put it between Yang He's eyebrows.
The shadows on the soles of the black cat's feet spread, forcing Mingshan to stay in place, with fuss written all over his face as he casually played with his tail.
Yang He came back to his senses, his expression became determined.
"It would be a mistake not to seize the opportunity, and you will encounter it sooner or later."
Yang He knew that there are ghosts and gods at the end of every kind of Taoism, and the path to immortality is like a single-plank bridge. How can one person achieve the Tao, a chicken or a dog ascend to heaven?
There will only be one god of plague in the world, and Lu Yue has already occupied the position of god of plague.
Yang He's pupil ghost may become a leek after becoming a fairy.
"Practice in the main world requires constant abandonment of oneself. Each level represents falling into the depths of hell and the inevitable face-to-face confrontation with ghosts and gods after reaching the end..."
"The biggest significance of the panel is not to obtain resources from the allusion world."
"But become an immortal!!"
Yang He's consciousness no longer resisted the seizure of his body, and transformed from the inside out into another person, the seven or eight-year-old child Lu Yue.
He grinned widely, his eyes showing deep ambition.
"In order to prevent myself from becoming a ghost leek, I wanted to become a ghost and god three thousand years ago, not just a plague god. If possible, it is only right to have countless incarnations."
The moment Yang Heming understood his true feelings, the Niwan Palace was turned upside down.
Tonggui digested the newly stabilized cultivation, and the silver-white worm threads were flawless, and at the same time, the soul was gradually wrapped in the worm threads.
It didn't take long.
The three souls and seven souls have turned into silver-white insect chrysalis.
Yang He's mind moved slightly, and the invisible consciousness generated by his soul extended from the center of his eyebrows, but it stopped abruptly only half a meter away from the body.
The initial formation of spiritual consciousness means that Tonggui has entered the second step of becoming a powerful ghost.
Next, as long as the spiritual consciousness is nourished to the extreme level of the evil ghost, it can be used to 'breed poison', and finally try to transform into an evil ghost.
Boom, boom, boom.
A knock on the door interrupted Yang He's thoughts.
The plague messenger stood outside the wine shop, with a green face and fangs, and eight arms. "Junior brother, I don't mean any harm. I wonder if I can come in and talk."
"Yeah."
Yang He calmly agreed, and the Plague Messenger pushed open the door and walked into the wine shop.
"Nan Lingfei has met Junior Brother."
Nan Lingfei was speechless when he saw the identical looks between Yang He and Lu Yue, "Junior Brother Longxuhu, it was Senior Uncle Chen Geng who asked me to come."
He deliberately emphasized the words "dragon, bearded and tiger", obviously already knowing Yang He's identity.
I thought that Yang He would become angry, but in the end he still had no reaction.
Nan Lingfei looked shocked.
Whether it was what Chen Geng said or what he noticed, Yang He had completely become an external Dharmakaya. The reason why he retained his spiritual intelligence was purely because Lu Yue had not erased it.
Logically speaking, Yang He should be panicking.
The result seems...not to care?
Yang He interrupted: "If you have something to say, tell me quickly. I don't have time to chat with you."
Nan Lingfei really couldn't understand whether Yang He didn't care about the Dharma Body outside his body, or whether his Taoist heart had collapsed and he was just pretending to be calm.
"Zhenren Lu is about to launch the plague array, and there will be no more living people in Xiqi by then. Uncle Chen Geng wants you to hand over your hands and feet to refine the weapon, and will later find a body for you to accommodate your soul."
"When did the plague array start?"
"Just last night."
Nan Lingfei still wanted to explain, but Yang He had already said: "I will think about it. Is there anything else? Don't hinder my retreat."
He hesitated again and again, and then left the liquor store.
Nan Lingfei didn't dare to stay for a long time. Yang He's attitude was too strange. Could it be that he had begun to be influenced by Lu Yue? Leading to loss of intelligence?
Bang.
The liquor store door is closed.
The room fell into darkness, and Master and Disciple Mingshan were a little at a loss.
Yang He picked up the rag package and opened it and found blood writing on the inside. The handwriting was slightly sloppy and he could tell it was Jiang Ziya at a glance.
‘Xiqi will undergo drastic changes in ten days. Only by going to the outskirts of the Wenhuang Formation immediately can there be a chance of survival. Remember, don’t stay in Xiqi any longer. ’
Yang He was thinking a lot. In fact, it could be seen from Lu Yue's actions in seizing his body that Jiang Ziya had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
"Mingshan, Qingsong, you two immediately contact the fellow disciples of Chan Cult, and leave the city together to walk south until there is no way to go."
"Uncle, are you okay?" Mingshan was surprised and happy, because the excessive movement caused blood to ooze from his neck.
"It's okay at the moment. Lu Yue won't take me away so easily."
Yang He released his consciousness and controlled the pupil ladybug to attach to the neck of Master Mingshan and his disciple.
The separation of their heads was temporarily relieved. Translucent worm threads were used to sew their flesh and blood, and the blood returned to their bruised faces.
"Uncle, is there nothing we can do about the plague formation?"
"I don't know, but the current situation of the Wenhuang Formation is no longer something you can interfere with. Let's find an opportunity to withdraw from Xiqi after you gather together."
"But..."
Yang He shook his head and scanned the street with a deep look.
"Have you not noticed that the people of Xiqi have become more and more human-like?"
Mingshan's pupils were shaken. It was indeed as Yang He mentioned. The mundane things on the street no longer felt awkward, but seemed ordinary.
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"The Plague Messenger just said was right, the Plague Formation has begun."
Xiqi is about to be in chaos.
Yang He withdrew his gaze, "Originally, the mortals in the formation had no souls, but now they have an extra soul out of thin air. When the three souls and seven souls gather together, the Wenhuang formation will definitely change."
He did not go into details. In fact, the people in Xiqi were not souls, but fat maggots crawling in the Niwan Palace.
Yang He sat down on the spot, and the three-legged tripod appeared in his palm.
Dozens of human-headed spiders fell into the cauldron, and a harsh hissing sounded, as if there were countless voices describing the pain.
The fire of karma is blessed by distracting thoughts, and its intensity increases several times.
Nezha finally saw signs of improvement from his injuries. The sound of chewing human-headed spiders echoed in the wine shop, and extremely rich poisonous smoke came out.
"Mingshan, listen to my junior brother and don't stay in Xiqi!!"
"After arriving at the edge of the Wenhuang Formation, use the spell I taught you before to contact Yang Jian and ask him to stabilize the teaching as much as possible."
Nezha bared his teeth and clung to the mouth of the tripod with a dozen arms.
Yang He couldn't help but ask: "It seems that Chanjiao has never tried to break the formation. Senior brother, what is the situation with our colleagues outside?"
"Hmph."
Nezha snorted coldly, thinking clearly after his mind was not affected by the plague, "There must be something fishy, but the thing happened suddenly, and I don't know which immortal from Chanjiao was responsible for it."
"Uncle Longxuhu, Uncle Nezha, let me take the first step."
Mingshan didn't dare to neglect and dragged Qingsong out of the wine shop.
As long as he can be of some use, he will risk his life and stay in Xiqi. However, his own strength is too weak, which will only affect Yang He.
The temperature in the lobby soared, and the tables and chairs showed signs of corroding into pus.
Yang He was not surprised but happy.
The pupil ghost actually became extremely active because of the poisonous smoke.
Yang He took the initiative to guide the poisonous smoke into his body. The flesh, flesh and bones were overwhelmed, and the blood vessels and meridians began to shrink. However, after flooding into the Niwan Palace, they all became food for Tonggui.
The sun fire is dim, but the intensity of spiritual consciousness is growing.
Yang He allowed the poisonous smoke to damage his body.
What he lacks now is his cultivation. Even if it has to be exchanged with his life, it is worth it. Besides, his physical body now belongs to Lu Yue.
The tripod shook, and the fire of karma became more and more pure.
The poison penetrated deep into Nezha's body and soul, and the process of getting rid of it was no less than reborn. The previous physical body was discarded and then rebuilt into a new one.
"Huh?"
Yang He raised his eyebrows. The ghost body seemed to be very interested in Nezha's remains.
The tripod spit out the bones one by one.
Corpse flowers fell on the wreckage.
"Senior brother, senior brother, something good will happen to you when I meet you."
Yang He did not dare to neglect and seize the time, and then took out the Kowloon Island seal to send messages, and asked for all the useful resources.
It doesn’t matter whether Lu Yue gives it or not, just apply first.
Two days later.
The three-legged tripod returned to peace. When the fire of karma took over, the plague could no longer shake Nezha's foundation, and recovery would come sooner or later.
Nezha is now turned into a baby curled up in the cauldron.
Yin Qi was poured into the tripod while breathing, and Nezha grew slowly. In just a moment, Yang He's strength was no longer something that Yang He could see through.
Yang He put away the tripod and stretched his withered body.
By relying on Nezha, the intensity of his consciousness increased by 70% to 80%.
"Well, with another opportunity from Lu Yue, it will be just around the corner to complete the transformation of Tonggui. Even if the realm is illusory, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I can relive the cultivation path when I return to the main world."
There was a rustling movement in the lobby, as if there were countless insects crawling around.
Yang He opened his eyes with a smile and saw all kinds of insects and ghosts crawling in the shadows, all of which Lu Yue accepted as his biological disciple.
puff.
The poisonous dragon emerged from the back and directly swept many insect ghosts into the mustard space.
"Speaking of which, where is Lu Yue?"
Yang He waited for half a day, but no gift from Lu Yue appeared.
At this time, Xiqi's mortal world had three souls, and there were almost no flaws in the logic of his behavior, and the atmosphere became extremely strange and inexplicable.
Outside the city, corpses littered the fields, and there were more than a dozen mass graves.
Singing and dancing flourished in the city, and millions of ordinary people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
(End of chapter)