People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 19: Master, didn’t you say that Jiejiao is the first great saint sect?
After leaving the Jiuli tribe, Lu Yue took Yang Jian and Yang Chan, brother and sister, and flew towards Jiulong Island.

Yang Jian is a gifted man with divine blood. In mortal terms, he is the second generation of a god. Although his life experience is miserable, his innate foundation is good, but just good.

There are many people with stronger bloodlines than him. Among the many disciples of Jiejiao, he has no adventure, no bloodlines of gods or demons, and is not even qualified to join Jiejiao.

Although there is no discrimination in education, there has never been seen a few acquired humans who have no cultivation at all join the Jie Religion.

Following Lu Yue, his horizons naturally broadened a lot. He knew that Lu Yue had great ambitions in the human world, and he didn't understand why he left the platform he had built with great difficulty when his luck and popularity in the human world was at its peak.

Isn't this just making wedding clothes for others?

Lu Yue pondered for a moment and patiently explained, "The merits of incense and offerings are a double-edged sword. Blindly plundering will harm the interests of the saints. Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs. If I eat one more bite, someone will eat one less bite. My master's cultivation is not high, so why would I compete with the saints for food in the bowl? The saints, seeing that I am a disciple of Jiejiao, can allow me to secretly lick the rim of the bowl for the sake of proving the truth, but they will not allow me to smash their rice bowls."

Yang Jian didn't have a particularly good understanding of the cause and effect of heaven and earth, and nodded ignorantly. Lu Yue looked at the handsome Yang Jian, and the naturally extraordinary Yang Chan, who was holding the Precious Lotus Lantern and was smart and clever.

He smiled and rode away on a cloud.

He told the two of them some of the truths he had experienced, such as there are always people better than you, and there are always people better than you. Even Lu Yue, known as the God of Plague, still has countless strong people whom he cannot deal with.

Before doing anything, think twice and never act rashly. There is a saying that is very appropriate to Lu Yue's idea: I have to walk on thin ice in this life and take every step carefully so that I can slowly survive to the end.

There are some unofficial histories in the middle, which Yang Jian is most interested in, such as: the ancient war between the three tribes, the details of the war between the witches and the lich, and why the human race can rise. It broadened Yang Jian's horizons.

The angle from which we look at issues is becoming more and more tricky.

No wonder he was able to plan an act against heaven, using Liu Chenxiang as a pawn to stir up changes in heaven and earth.

Lu Yue was not in a hurry along the way. He was not worried that Yang Jian's cultivation could not keep up, but he was worried that Yang Jian's eyes were blinded by hatred. So he gave him all his knowledge and experience.

"I understand, my actions are righteous, my heart is righteous, and all things are not affected by it."

Lu Yue touched the back of his head and looked at Yang Jian who suddenly had an epiphany. He suddenly felt a chill on his back. Who taught him such fierce words and discussed with him what the righteous way of heaven and earth is?

The three of them flew on the clouds and came to a canyon and river. The three eyes between Lu Yue's eyebrows flashed with thunder and he saw rays of spiritual light fighting in the canyon with swords and knives facing each other.

It was a battle between immortals in the canyon.

Looking around, there weren't many mortals living here, and fighting in such a desolate place lacked a lot of cause and effect.

He nodded with satisfaction, because he saw that one of the gray-haired old Taoists was using the Shangqing Thunder Method, and he was obviously one of the outer disciples of the Jiejiao Sect, so he had less sins of killing.

They can also easily survive the catastrophe of becoming a god.

Woohoo~
A Taoist nun with a beautiful figure, her whisk stained with blood and her magic sword broken, fell into the pool.

With a determined look on his face, he said, "The disciples of Jiejiao are going too far. Although we are independent cultivators, we are not the targets of your wanton insults. Even if I explode holding the Water Spirit Pearl today, I will not let you beasts in human form get away with it."

The Taoist nun's resolute and desperate voice came from the pool. An old man, who was dying and about to be completely annihilated, did not even care about the blood-stained Taoist robe and shouted in panic towards the Taoist nun in the pool.

"Junior sister, quickly use the water escape to leave. I will protect you with my last breath. When you go back, tell Master not to avenge me. Close the mountain gate and escape far away. Don't let the Jiejiao disciples find you."

Above the canyon, the gray-haired old Taoist kept mumbling, his eyes full of greed, not caring whether the two could escape or not, as if he had won the battle. He said with disdain, "Since you know we are disciples of Jiejiao, why don't you show some appreciation and hand over the water spirit beads? I will spare your lives and let that little girl be my cauldron. If you serve me to my satisfaction, I will show you some Taoist magic power through my fingers and let you ascend to heaven in one step."

"Why not?"

The cold voice sounded like a demon bewitching people, without any trace of immortality in it.

Yang Chan pulled Lv Yue's robe in surprise and said aggrievedly, "Master, didn't you say that Jiejiao disciples are very easy to get along with and are the largest sect in the prehistoric world? Why do I feel that they are like bad immortals? We Jiejiao, can't we be the villains that Master said?"

Lu Yue had a headache and gave the little girl a brain-blow.

"What a mess. The outer disciples of Jiejiao are mixed. There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. There are always a few bad apples who go astray. One bad apple spoils the whole barrel."

The old Taoist took out a soul flag from his sea of ​​consciousness. The evil spirit was condensed and did not dissipate for a long time. There were also ghosts wailing in it. As soon as the soul flag was sacrificed, a gust of cold wind blew, covering the pool in the canyon.

"Ten Thousand Soul Banners!"

Lu Yue frowned, and then he realized that he was wrong. Why were there not many mortals living here? There were obviously mortal villages, but it was deserted. He originally thought that the mortals felt that this place was deserted, so they moved away with their families.

It turned out that he had become the brother of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Taoist nun watched her senior brother self-destruct and turn into a dazzling firework, but was unable to break through the Ten Thousand Souls Banner set up by the demon Taoist. She was so desperate that she was about to crush the Water Spirit Pearl in her hand.

Before he could act, his soul was pulled out of his body by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

About to be thrown into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Lu Yue frowned slightly and sighed. The sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire canyon. Under the dense thunder, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was directly repelled.

"Demon, are you really a disciple of Jiejiao?"

A cold voice was heard from the void, and Lu Yue and his sister Yang Jian walked out and stood on the canyon, staring at the evil Taoist who kept saying that he wanted the Water Spirit Pearl and wanted to use the Taoist nun as a cauldron for his cultivation.

The demon Taoist saw that Lu Yue had red hair and a red robe, a blue face and fangs, and his appearance was not as good as his own. On the contrary, the two boys beside him looked more delicious.

He said unhappily, "I am a disciple of Jiejiao, so why should I explain to you? Leave the two children behind you and leave quickly, otherwise, I will make you my brother in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

snort!
Lu Yue laughed angrily.

Among the outer disciples of Jiejiao, he was at least a top cultivator, second only to Zhao Gongming. However, he was a mediocre person in the eyes of this demon, with thunder flashing in his hands.

He took out the thunder and lightning hammer bestowed upon him by Master Tongtian, condensed the Shangqing Thunder Technique, and a bolt of lightning descended upon the world, directly shattering the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that was connected to his mind before the demon could explain.

The black air scattered, and the ghosts turned into starlight under the thunder method and dissipated directly.

The demon looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that he had refined over thousands of years with heartache, seeing that it was completely destroyed. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

His eyes were red.

(End of this chapter)