People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 17: Die together. Dare you?
Wu Yi had been practicing Taoism in Huoyun Cave for several decades. He discovered that Wen Ding's soul was suppressed and entangled by the poisonous energy of the volcano. Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly crushed the jade pendant in his hand, which had an array formation engraved on it.

You can ask the ancestor to show up.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with gloom, and a golden god walked out of the Fire Cloud Cave.

The golden shadow waved his hand to dispel the haze, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and stepping on the Xianyun with a solemn expression. He took a step forward and arrived above the Chaoge City.

The majestic heavenly sound seemed a little angry.

There are lightning and thunder in the sky!
"I don't know which master I offended in our lineage, who wants to imprison the soul of the Human Emperor. Wen Ding is favored by humanity, but he has done such a reckless thing. Isn't he afraid of being punished by thunder from humanity?"

Lu Yue looked at Xuanyuan indifferently. As far as he could remember, Lu Yue, a fledgling, had only reached the celestial realm when he heard that the witches from the Jiuli tribe had invaded the human race.

In anger.

Directly refine the plague poison targeting the witch clan, risking damaging his own Taoism and being killed by the Queen Mother Hou Tu in the underground tunnel, in order to buy time for Xuanyuan to invite the immortals of the Chan sect.

After success!

The Twelve Immortals of the Chan Sect were enjoying a great deal of wealth and good fortune. They leapt from being an unknown Xuanxian to, with the help of the fortune of the Human Emperor, stepping out of the barrier and achieving the status of Golden Immortal.

Founding a new school of thought.

Only him?
He got nothing and was directly ignored by Xuanyuan. Even if he was torn to pieces and entangled by karma, he was unwilling to let even a bit of merit and luck slip through his fingers.

It can be said that Lu Yue lost both his wife and his army.

Not only was he on the Netherworld's blacklist, he was also ridiculed by many of Jiejiao's disciples. From then on, the name of the Plague God resounded throughout the circle of independent cultivators. Any disagreement with him would result in the extermination of the entire clan.

"Lu Yue!"

Xuanyuan discovered that Wen Ding was suppressed by the volcano and the plague entered his body. A nameless fire rose up and he roared at Lu Yue who was about to leave Chaoge.

"You are one of the ancestors of the human race. Why do you want to dig up the roots of my human emperor lineage?"

Lü Yue laughed sarcastically, "What lineage of the Emperor? Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, you are the most despicable. You are inconsistent. You think you are invincible if you rely on the Chan Sect. You are disloyal and unfaithful. Have you forgotten the scene of kneeling on Mount Sui? Wen Ding is a man who does not respect the sages and the heavens. He is truly an unforgivable sinner and has destroyed the incense of our world. You deserve this disaster today."

Xuanyuan's face changed.

"That is not something a mere Qigong practitioner like you can handle. Today I will grind you to dust and return my grandson's life."

Haha
Lu Yue lightly tapped his finger, and a plague poison array covering the Xuanyuan Tomb rose up. With the Xuanyuan Tomb as the origin, it radiated to every descendant who was connected to him by blood.

"Xuanyuan, you lose."

Lu Yue is one of the eight gods in heaven. Although his title, Emperor Haotian of Plague, is not loud enough, he is still a recorded god in the heaven.

After the death of the physical body, one can still be resurrected in heaven.

But this is not necessarily the case for Xuanyuan’s descendants. Every green light spot is one of the sources of Xuanyuan’s faith. A rough calculation shows that there are billions of them.

Lu Yue sighed: "It is indeed a big pig's hoof."

Xuanyuan broke out in a cold sweat, his cultivation was the weakest among all the human emperors. Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Emperor Fuxi created the Eight Trigrams and music to create human civilization.

The most comfortable!
No one shared Fuxi's merits and fortune, as the goddess Nuwa was protecting him in secret.

Who dares to have any evil thoughts?

The Earth Emperor Shennong pioneered the way of life by collecting hundreds of herbs and almost single-handedly solving the crisis of illness and hunger for the human race. His merits and virtues were immeasurable. He also provided great possibilities for the reproduction of the human race. The Human Emperor Xuanyuan fought in many battles, and wherever he went, a scorched earth was left. If he could suppress hundreds of races with his own strength, he might also become the strongest human emperor.

But he chose to take a shortcut and worship Guangchengzi as his teacher. Are they afraid of Xuanyuan who has not yet become an emperor? It is Guangchengzi, and Yuanshi Tianzun behind Guangchengzi.

The most important thing is to protect shortcomings.

If you dare to trip up Guangchengzi, aren't you afraid that Yuanshi Tianzun will bully the weak?

"Lü Yue, don't be so complacent. In the Battle of the Gods, I will make sure you die without a burial place." Xuanyuan threw away his imperial robe and was about to leave, but Wu Yi stopped him.

"Ancestor, the Shang Dynasty has no ruler. Please elect a new emperor."

Xuanyuan glared at Wu Yi. What a trivial matter, why did you tell him that? He was upset now? He had countless descendants, and he couldn't let Lu Yue cut off the foundation. He still needed to find someone to discuss countermeasures.
"Him."

A streak of golden light fell on a ruin. A somewhat confused young man was wrapped in the golden light and floated in the air. Wu Yi was a little frightened because this was one of his grandsons.

He has a bad temper and is extremely cruel.

I had a fight with Wen Ding, and suddenly I felt a little regretful.

"Emperor Yi, from now on you will be the emperor of the Shang Dynasty. You must be diligent and protect the people of the Shang Dynasty. When you are in doubt, ask Wen Zhong for advice. Don't be like your father, who acted recklessly and ended up dying."

"Yes."

Emperor Yi was somewhat frightened and did not dare to refuse. He also wanted to help Lu Yue restore the incense offerings in temples on earth, mainly because Lu Yue left such a terrible impression on him.

It's not an immortal at all, but a devil.

The immortal who taught him in the mansion once said: The position of the Human Emperor is on par with that of a Saint. One does not have to kneel when meeting a Saint. When the Saint's children see him, they still need to carefully watch his expression.

This?
It's a complete illusion.

Lu Yue's cultivation was not particularly high, but he could kill Wen Ding in a single thought. Even Patriarch Xuanyuan did not dare to say anything.
He naturally wanted to be a king who enjoyed wine and women, and by winning over Jiejiao, he was indirectly winning over Lu Yue. As one of the ancestors of the human race, he would surely not bother with him.

"Master Wen, the ancestor asked me to listen to you."

Emperor Yi took advantage of the situation and saw Wen Zhong coming down from the Black Qilin. He ran all the way and grabbed Wen Zhong's hand, bursting into tears of gratitude.

"Your Majesty, it is our duty to assist the Shang Dynasty and practice the art of supporting the dragon. Please do not worry. It will not be long before a new Chaoge City is built in the original place."

"Master Wen, you have won my heart."

Emperor Yi hurriedly thanked him. With the unpredictable power of immortals, he could restore Chaoge City to its original state overnight, so he had picked up the throne of the Human Emperor for nothing.

The immortal master of the Imperial Observatory once predicted: Wen Ding would live to be 360 ​​years old. In fact, he died directly after living to 300 years. It is true that immortals are not easy to mess with.

"Master Wen, I would like to report to the heavens and build a temple for Lü Yue, collect incense and offerings, spread the teachings throughout the world, and make him the national teacher. What do you think?"

The corner of Wen Zhong's mouth twitched. Looking at Emperor Yi who was still a little frightened, he suddenly wondered if this Human Emperor was a bastard. Lu Yue did nothing but watched Wen Ding anger the heaven and earth quietly.

Swallowed by the underground fire.

Lu Yue's back-up plan here was just to make Patriarch Xuanyuan wary of him.

He was named the National Master, but his master has not been treated as the National Master until now?

(End of this chapter)