Chapter 148 Witness...History
In just a few moments, the pile driving has been mostly completed.
Suddenly, the dark wind howled in the mass grave, and hundreds of thousands of corpses turned into ghouls, wailing continuously, and the dark energy became extremely strong.
"Saints have countless forms, and even if their disciples do not become immortals, they are already extraordinary."
Yang Jian admired him deeply.
He knew how complicated this formation was, which could not be made up for by the number of people. Even if he led thousands of monks, he might not be able to complete it.
Suddenly Yang Jian noticed that Yang He had mutations all over his body.
To be precise, the flesh and bones are losing control and turning into evil spirits. Countless tentacles stretch out of the skin and flesh, twisting and extending on the body surface.
"Friend Wushou Buddha, are you okay?"
Yang Jian sent a message to ask, and the answer he received made him awe-inspiring.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a backlash, nothing compared to the suffering suffered by the people of Xiqi."
Yang Jianmei's mind flashed, and 30% of the Yin Qi was injected into Yang He's body to help the latter resist the impact of the backlash.
Yang Hele realized that it was very smooth to give birth to ghosts through the Innocent Buddha, and the evil spirits that the saint's disciples became must have something special.
It's just that it will inevitably consume extra Yangshou, and you can faintly feel the saint's displeasure.
Yang He glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. He saw the phantom of Nuwa Empress with no expression on her face, but from time to time there would be a peeping glance at him, assessing the situation.
"Thanks to the effectiveness of driving the pile, otherwise Nuwa would definitely kill me."
Rumble.
There were cracks in the ground.
Mycelium grows from the cracks, and countless souls can be seen struggling.
There was drizzle mixed with plague among the clouds, but before it could land, the Five Fires and Seven Birds fan came out again, blowing away Lu Yue's counterattack.
Lu Yue's face was ugly, and he looked at Yang He while dealing with Nezha and the two.
"The Leader of Tongtian said that Nuwa suffered a lot of resentment during the festival, and it took at least three thousand years to digest it before she was born. Her disciples followed her and sealed her in Nuwa Palace. Why is there an extra Buddha?"
At first, Lu Yue thought that Yang He was just pretending to be a disciple of the saint, and wanted him to take the initiative to release millions of souls, but he did not expect that he was indeed a disciple of the saint.
Yang He looked like he might become an evil spirit at any time, but he was mostly healed in just a few breaths.
This is the unique immortality of Nuwa people.
When Lu Yue saw the inexplicable smile on Yang He's lips, he felt scared for some reason, as if the other party was sure that he would die.
He was suspicious by nature, and the more he thought about it, the more strange and inexplicable he felt.
Lu Yue couldn't help but recall the weird behavior of Long Bearded Tiger.
As a disciple of Jiang Ziya, Longxuhu seemed to let him take over his body intentionally or unintentionally. Could it be that everything was planned by the teaching?
Lu Yue was slightly panicked and distracted to confirm the progress of rebuilding his body.
The physical body went very smoothly.
After all, Longxuhu was born with an immortal body, and he had practiced the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique, so rebuilding his physical body was a matter of course. In another hundred years, Lu Yue was confident that he would be able to regain his peak cultivation level.
"Even if it is a conspiracy, there is nothing we can do. Even if we find another suitable body, it is impossible to seize it under the eyes of Chanjiao."
"Bah!"
Nezha took advantage of Lu Yue's distraction to focus his karma.
"Old man, be careful, my fire-pointed spear doesn't have eyes!!"
Whoosh.
A big hole opened in Lu Yue's chest, and the severe pain made him lose all reason.
"Damn it!"
The Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan poured out flames, and the high temperature brought by the treasure did not give Lu Yue a chance to recover from his injuries.
Jiang Ziya didn't hesitate at all and directly turned against the guest.
Half of his body got out of Lu Yue's back, taking away at least 80% of the yang energy.
Lu Yue was gradually forced to a dead end and could only delay as much time as possible. No matter what, he had to hold on until his body was completely reshaped before dying.
At the same time, the arrangement of driving piles is coming to an end.
The soul has left and turned into a tornado visible to the naked eye in the streets and alleys.
Yang Jian used yin energy to nourish his soul, and at the same time used the fire energy from the five fires and seven bird fans in the air to ignite millions of ordinary yang fires.
"As long as millions of souls return to the mortal world, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be considered determined. No matter how Jiejiao plots, it will be of no avail."
He couldn't help but think of the nearly ten thousand coupled fairy insects that had disappeared.
From the beginning to the end of the Wenhuang Formation, no members of the Jiejiao disciples intervened. Lu Yue was like an abandoned son, and the Great Shang might still be in trouble.
"The soul is back!!!"
When Yang He completed driving the piles, millions of ordinary people came back to life one by one.
The soul shuttled between the physical bodies, the distorted facial features returned to calm, and you could hear someone calling your name in your ears.
The moment he agreed, his soul had already entered Niwan Palace.
Snap.
The people suddenly fell to the ground, and their pale faces returned to a little bloodshot.
Yang He's expression was subtle. The three yang fires of Wushu Buddha were burning more and more vigorously, and the upper limit of yang life, which was originally only six years, began to slowly increase.
Seven years.
nine years.
Twelve years.
Thirty-two years.
………
Yang He suddenly realized that if Nuwa people want to gain longevity, they should accumulate merit.
When the water flooded Chentangguan, it was Jiang Ziya who broke the magic circle, so Yangshou was not counted on him. The merits of Yanqu Town were real, but there were only tens of thousands of people, so they barely added one year.
There are millions of ordinary people in Xiqi, and their merits are enough to make the Buddha Immortal live a hundred years.
"If Buddha Wushu causes the death of millions of mortals, I'm afraid this trumpet will be completely destroyed." Yang He smiled sarcastically and bowed to Nuwa's shadow.
The speed of the soul's return to the physical body became faster and faster, and before long, the streets and alleys were filled with unconscious men, women, and children.
As a result, the plague array was broken open, and the sun shone everywhere in Xiqi.
"Ahhhh!!"
Lu Yue was at the end of his rope. Without the blessing of the Wenhuang Formation and being seriously injured, how could he withstand the siege of the disciples of the Chan Sect.
Jiang Ziya broke out of his body, and seven divine bird corpses soared around Lu Yue.
Lu Yue turned into ashes inch by inch.
"Jiang Ziya, we will meet again, don't think you can kill me!"
Lu Yue was stunned for a moment when he saw Jiang Ziya, and then hurriedly made a calculation and realized that he was overly worried and that Chanjiao did not expect the next move at all.
"Hahaha!!"
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Bang.
Lu Yue allowed the flames to burn away, his eyes full of resentment.
"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?"
Nezha put away his spear, grabbed Lu Yue's ashes, rubbed them in his palms, and then spit them mixed with saliva into a hut in Xiqi.
"Your junior brother Longxuhu was attacked by an old man with a plague."
Nezha had veins popping out on his forehead, "Where is my junior brother, I will go find him immediately."
"The underground river is thirty-two miles north."
"Okay."
Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and sank into the well.
Sadness flashed in Jiang Ziya's eyes. The Battle of the Gods has progressed so far, and most of his disciples have been killed or wounded. He thought that the dragon-bearded tiger would survive.
"Hey, I hope it's okay. Lu Yue is really a centipede that doesn't freeze even when dead."
"However, the general trend is that Lu Yue alone can no longer prevent the great merchants from being defeated like a mountain."
Jiang Ziya cooperated with Yang Jian to resettle the people.
Dozens of Chanjiao disciples came to Xiqi from outside the formation and sprinkled every house in the city with the talisman water prepared in advance.
The secular world has been reduced to a can of worms for a long time. If the remaining plague poison in the body cannot be eliminated, a plague may really arise if you are not careful.
The two of them had just finished their work, but they saw that the Yin Qi at the city gate still had not dissipated.
Yang Jiantian glanced.
The Innocent Buddha has transformed into a little more than ten meters tall, and his body is covered with flesh and blood that is constantly growing. A terrifying evil spirit is about to be born from it.
Ho ho ho! !
Countless mouthparts are opened on the body surface, and the faces are trying to break away from the Buddha.
It was only thanks to the suppression of the Five Gods that the ghosts were not born.
"Friend Wushou Buddha, you..."
Yang Jian shook his head, not knowing what to say. Jiang Ziya also came to the side, and the light of the apricot-yellow flag enveloped the giant thing.
In their opinion, Yang He was trying to save millions of ordinary people from becoming evil spirits.
Perhaps only a saint can teach such a character as the Immortal Buddha.
"Don't worry, fellow Taoists, I will bring the evil spirits back to Nuwa Palace to eliminate them."
The two looked at each other, but they didn't expect Yang He to retain his intelligence.
The evil spirits bred in Yang He's body are called 'plague ghosts'. They are usually born in places where plagues are rampant, and are not that rare.
It's just that it was born with the help of Buddha Wushu, which makes this ghost very special.
All ghosts have entities, and the epidemic ghost is no exception. However, this ghost is composed of a disorderly cloud of germs and dust.
Yang He had a hunch that this ghost could easily integrate into the ghost body.
He was not in a hurry to end the performance, "Tai Gong Jiang, I believe you can also see that the Five Paths of God I practice was taught by Long Xuhu by chance. Please forgive me for offending."
Jiang Ziya responded with a smile: "The Five Paths of God are just what I learned from the transportation of the five ghosts. If Buddha Wushu doesn't mind, I can teach them all."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"Just kidding, the Five Ways of God is not my main method, only the first six levels, and the Five Ghosts Movement is the master's method. I have the opportunity to meet the master, and I will hand it over to you after asking."
"Enough is enough."
Yang He was extremely satisfied. Yangshou had been fixed at one hundred and thirty-four years, and it would definitely not be a big problem to reach the fifth realm when Buddha Vulgar comes.
Jiang Ziya taught Yang He unreservedly, and the division of realms became clearer.
Acquired (weak ghosts), Innate (evil ghosts), Zuidan (strong ghosts), Huatei (evil ghosts), Ningshen (killing ghosts), Hunyuan (yin ghosts).
The Hunyuan Realm is very close to becoming an immortal. At first glance, the description of the Hunyuan Realm by the Five Path Gods already partly involves the period before becoming an immortal.
"Junior brother is not dead!"
Nezha carried the dragon corpse to break the ground and carefully placed the dragon-bearded tiger's corpse at the gate of the city.
The dragon corpse retains a weak vitality, and the injuries on the chest and abdomen are slowly recovering.
Jiang Ziya took a long breath and put the dragon-bearded tiger away in the rag wrapper, "Where's Lu Yue? Have you found his reincarnation?"
Nezha curled his lips and said, "When I found the body, the old plague ghost was nowhere to be found. Hum, he won't be able to cause trouble again for decades."
He looked around Xiqi and couldn't help but smile with joy, "Millions of mortals are safe in body and soul, and the plague old ghost bears the karma of causing trouble in Xiqi in vain."
"Brother Nezha, there are nearly ten thousand people whose heads have become independent of their bodies."
Yang Jian added helplessly: "In the future, if they are slightly stimulated by Yin Qi, their heads may turn into ghosts. I don't know how to arrange it."
Yang He also noticed that there were monks bringing ten thousand people to the city gate.
Everyone is a survivor of the Coupling Fairy Insect. Even if their souls return, their heads are still shrunken and withered, smaller than normal people.
Yang He looked familiar, and then his pupils trembled.
(End of chapter)