Chapter 143 Everything is according to plan

Chapter 143 Everything is according to plan

In the eyes of the spiritual vision, there is another strange and bizarre scene.

Calmness is just an appearance. The Plague Huang Formation has quietly caused drastic changes in millions of mortals. To be precise, they are... becoming immortals! !

The earthly mud ball palace is filled with maggots, hundreds of them densely packed.

Maggots begin to spin silk and form cocoons.

The more Yang He looked at it, the more he felt that the maggots were like the ghost realm of the Nine Refined Gu Insect Technique. The Niwan Palace was reduced to a nest of insects, and the maggots that replaced the soul pupated.

"Damn it."

Yang He was horrified, seeing with his own eyes the cracks in the dealer's skull opening and closing as he breathed, which was caused by Niwan Palace being unable to bear it.

At the same time, the skull is like an insect chrysalis about to turn into a butterfly.

With Yang He's vision, he couldn't understand Lu Yue's purpose at all.

He stared at the world for a moment, and his spiritual vision increased uncontrollably. The increase was even more exaggerated than when he faced Lu Yue.

It's hard to imagine what would come out of it.

"Junior brother."

The tripod was quietly opened.

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel with his six arms on his hips and remained silent.

We haven’t seen each other for ten years, and Nezha still looks like a child, about the same age as a corpse Taoist boy, and his strength is at least above the concentration level (killing ghost).

Compared to Yang He, whose realm seems to be stagnant because of his journey across ancient and modern times, Nezha has given full play to the magical effects of his immortal body and is not far away from becoming an immortal.

"Thank you."

Nezha didn't seem to like others being taller than him, so he deliberately hung them in mid-air.

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

Yang He was stunned and didn't understand why Nezha said such nonsense.

He suddenly realized something, and the ghost ghost glanced at himself, only to find that his body had returned to its original state, and there was no trace of the body snatching.

Nezha noticed the strange look on Yang He's expression, "Junior brother, is it okay?"

Yang Hetan smiled and shook his head. After careful inspection with his consciousness, he found a head hanging in Niwan Palace, which was the head of middle-aged Lu Yue.

The smile on middle-aged Lu Yue's head was unfathomable, dissolving little by little.

Yang He's stagnant spiritual consciousness was fed back again, and he gradually approached the perfection of becoming a silk. Of course, the price was that he was more completely reduced to the Dharmakaya outside the body.

It is impossible for him to speak now.

The slightest thought would cause pain in Niwan Palace, and Lu Yue's head would explode at any time.

Nezha didn't notice the clue and looked away, "It's okay."

"But Junior Brother, your level is too low. You cannot interfere with the Wenhuang Formation. You should join up with Junior Brother Qingfeng and the others."

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

"Well, how is Dashang Qi now?"

"The vitality is almost exhausted, but the centipede insect is dead but not stiff."

Nezha glared angrily, "If it hadn't been for the Wenhuang Formation, Dashang would never have had a chance to breathe. Lu Yue's crime was extremely heinous."

Yang He understood that the time when the ghosts were scattered was already in the late stage of becoming a god.

Nezha narrowed his eyes, "I have a hunch that the plague array has an ulterior motive."

"Brother, how are you injured?"

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

"Once the fire of karma rekindles, it will only get stronger and stronger. If it were not for the plague formation, it would not be able to do anything to me."

Yang He was secretly dumbfounded. Nezha's immortal body was more terrifying than he imagined, and it only took so long for him to recover.

Nezha raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the fire of karma was accumulating.

Yang He informed Nezha of Jiang Ziya's situation. The latter remained silent, but veins popped out in the arm holding the fire-pointed gun.

"Wait."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"I believe that the Chan Jiao Immortals outside the formation will not remain indifferent."

Nezha restrained his breath, and there was Karma fire in and out of his mouth and nose.

"Coming!"

Before Yang He could ask further questions, the dark clouds over Xiqi suddenly dissipated a little, the golden sunshine illuminated the town, and the oncoming wind brought warmth.

"Brother, who took action?"

"He belongs to the lineage of Qingxu Daodezhenjun, but the person who took action has not yet become an immortal. It will take time and effort to break through the Wenhuang Formation from the outside."

Qingxu Daodezhenjun is one of the twelve golden immortals under the throne of Yuanshi Tianzun.

boom.

The huge palm holds a sun that breaks through the clouds.

Yang He saw an incredible scene. The sun was actually stitched together from the corpses of seven sacred birds, which looked extremely weird.

They are Phoenix, Qingluan, Dapeng, Peacock, White Crane, Hongswan and Owl.

A pupil can still be seen looming in the palm of the hand.

Yang He immediately recognized that this person would later be canonized as Jiazi Taisui. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a disciple of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.

"This is the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, the most precious treasure of the Pure and Moral Monarch."

Nezha said with a cold face: "It's too late to be serious now. Is it possible that everyone is afraid that Xiqi will die forever?"

Yang He was thoughtful.

The essence of the Battle of the Gods is a chess game. It seems to be a battle to explain and intercept religion, but in fact it also includes a secret Buddhism.

Could it be that Buddhism acts as a check and balance? In order to prevent the Jiejiao soldiers from being defeated like a mountain.

Theoretically speaking, the longer the explanatory and interdicting teachings continue to fight each other, the more in line with the interests of Buddhism.

As Nezha mentioned, without the Wenhuang Formation, the Great Shang Qi would have been cut off, which shows that the game of Fengshenyan... still has to be played.

When the temperature of the plague array is high, the content of Yin Qi decreases.

However, it still couldn't stop millions of mortals from becoming immortals. Suddenly, a sinister wind blew up, and a thin layer of plague mixed with yin energy swept through Xiqi.

Nezha raised his eyebrows and said, "Junior brother, I have noticed the aura of the old ghost. Take care and return to Qianyuan Mountain to discuss the Tao."

Bang.

Smoke and dust billowed from Hot Wheels, and Nezha disappeared in an instant.

Nezha didn't notice that Yang He's expression was slightly dull, and there were circles of circular patterns floating up and down in his eyes.

Like a snail controlled by a parasite.

The deafening movement intensified. Lu Yue never showed up, so Chen Geng fought with Nezha.

Chen Geng was obviously not as strong as Nezha, and he was already in a state of disarray with just a few moves. Ye Huo was even more powerful 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 realizes that when immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Chanjiao Jiejiao seems to be planning to make a big fuss in the Wenhuang Formation. His magical powers are mediocre and he has no magic weapon nearby, so he is definitely destined to die.

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

"And...dragon bearded tiger."

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

………

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

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The instinct to avoid disaster drove him to walk out of the wine shop and head towards the city gate of Xiqi.

There are twenty or thirty other people with similar figures.

It can be seen that Lu Yue foresaw that whether the Wenhuang Formation succeeded or failed, he would definitely suffer a heavy blow, so he refined a large number of external dharma bodies in advance.

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

Just after leaving Xiqi, messengers of plague were already following closely.

Half of Nan Lingfei's eight arms were missing, and there were traces of Karma fire burns on the fractures. Just the impact of Nezha's attack almost killed him.

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

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

Nan Lingfei swallowed as he looked at Yang He who turned from the official road into the mountain road.

"It's a pity that the dragon bearded tiger is unwilling to cooperate with the master's uncle in refining the weapon, so the internal organs must be removed."

"Find a way to keep my body alive. If I persist for a few days, my uncle will be able to take me out of this hellish place. I don't have to worry about my life."

Nan Ling flew within ten meters of Yang He and closed his four arms.

The poisonous sword light brewed in the palm of his hand.

"Don't blame me, Longxuhu. If you want to blame, just blame your own immortal body. You should stay in the mountains and practice until you become an immortal."

Because of jealousy, Nan Lingfei's facial features were distorted.

Whoosh.

The sword light flashed past.

Yang He's back cracked, and the bones were visible, but the sword light did not penetrate it, only breaking his ribs.

"The strength of the physical body is really terrifying. It is indeed a natural immortal body."

Nan Lingfei walked towards Yang He in admiration.

"Huh?"

Sudden.

There was a black cat on Yang He's shoulder, and his steps stopped.

"He didn't lose consciousness? How is it possible? Zhenren Lu will not miss."

Nan Lingfei heard Yang He murmuring to himself: "After being reduced to an outsider, Lu Yue can freeze his brain with just a little influence. Hey, why not put his head away for now."

"Heizi, please remember to find a place where no one is around to bury you."

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

Click.

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

The headless body remained in place.

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

The third prince's immortal body is the true body of a corpse dragon, but after the initial fusion of the characters, it contains some characteristics of the corpse's immortal body.

The yang fire turned into yin fire, and the aura of the headless corpse became 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 Nanling immediately vomited blood and flew backwards.

Nan Lingfei threw out more than a dozen sword energy.

The broken neck of the headless corpse had flesh and blood growth.

puff.

The stone dragon transformed by the stone arm was actually grafted on the fracture, and it opened its mouth to swallow the sword energy, even if the realm required it, it could still do so with ease.

Puff.

Then came the Poison Dragon and the Corpse Dragon.

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

Nan Lingfei screamed again and again, the blood all over his body dried up, the virtual corpse dragon stirred among his organs, and any counterattack was digested by the stone dragon.

The three dragon heads collided one after another, and the black cat watching the battle couldn't help but show mercy.

After a while, the black cat put away the minced body 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 was driven by instinct and flew directly into the clouds to desperately stay away from Xiqi.

"Woooooooo."

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

It wasn't until the Yin Fire was nearly extinguished that the headless corpse dragon fell back to the ground.

Yang He was unconscious again. The black cat carefully approached the headless corpse dragon, and the pupil ghost used worm thread to slowly close its head.

"Interesting."

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

The man's temperament looks like Taoism but not Taoism, looks like vulgarity but not vulgarity. He wears a cloud crown with a fan, a Taoist silk sash, and holds a spear in his hand pointed at Yang He.

A flash of inspiration flashed between his brows and his eyes.

Lu Yue's head in Yanghe Niwan Palace was turned into ashes, and then his consciousness came back to life.

"I am Yang Jian, the real disciple of Yuding in Jinxia Cave, Yuquan Mountain."

"No need to thank you for saving you this time. You and I are in the same camp, so we can do it with just a little effort."

"Your mother."

(End of chapter)