People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 392: Nezha volunteers, Taiyi shows his power

Nanji Xianweng stroked his graying beard, his forehead was as big as a peach, he laughed loudly, added a fire, and said: "I naturally cannot fall behind others. The remnants of Jiejiao want to escape. If there are only 10,000 people in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, we may have to avoid its sharp edge, but now there are only 1,000 people, most of whom are extraordinary people, with more than 100 celestial immortals and very few golden immortals."

"To us, it's nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot. There's no need to pay any attention to it."

In fact, he was just as resentful towards the disciples of Jiejiao, especially towards Lu Yue. Obviously, he had taken the position of the Great Emperor of Longevity of the South Pole first, but Lu Yue had taken the lead time and again, causing him to lose a lot of impression points in front of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"In this case, I will serve as the vanguard for all the senior masters and fight with the Immortal Execution Sword Formation."

Nezha suddenly stood up, causing everyone's face to change slightly. Ever since Nezha was plotted against by Taiyi Zhenren, his relationship with the Chan sect has almost reached a freezing point, and he has been doing nothing.

Even if Yuanshi Tianwang came in person, he only treated him as a little brat with a bad temper and rarely argued with him. This time Nezha took the initiative to volunteer.

Seems to have some other ideas.

Nezha actually didn't want to take the initiative to meet the opponent. In fact, it was the message from the goddess Nuwa who gave him a personal message, asking him to go through the motions. The calamity of the Conferred Gods is extremely terrifying.

It is also a great opportunity.

By participating in it and preserving his life, Nezha completed his mission with the List of Gods in his flesh, and it was also an explanation to the goddess Nuwa. Otherwise.

He is just a decoration.

Want to gain enough benefits from the Conferred God Ceremony?

Nezha held the flaming spear in his hand, rolled up endless flames, and stepped into the Zhuxian Sword Formation step by step. He was still very confident in his own strength, and he chose the people from the Jiejiao to guard the formation.

They are all disciples with heavy karma of killing.

The strength of the Golden Immortal gave him enough confidence, but it also laid the groundwork for him to be in danger. The flame gun and wind-fire wheels that Taiyi Zhenren bestowed on Nezha had already been exchanged for the nourishment for his practice.

Therefore, the power of his magic weapon is limited.

Once into the formation.

Nezha looked up and saw countless sword masters flying in the sky, like a painting.

The raindrops falling from the sky were like sharp swords, which frightened Nezha. It formed a world of swordsmanship of its own. Any living creature that entered it would be subtly locked by the sword.

In all four corners of the world, there is a pitch-black wall of sword energy. The disciples of Jiejiao are suspended above the wall of sword energy, like man-eating beasts.

"My fellow Jiejiao brothers, may I ask who dares to fight Nezha?"

Nezha walked into the formation, which was like a gladiatorial arena. A platform was located in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but unfortunately no one responded.

Those who enter the ring.

There is an endless rain of swords invading.

The strong winds filled the sky like fallen leaves, and the boundless sword energy cut the arena into pieces, dividing it into one centimeter square grids. Even with seventy-two transformations, it is not certain that one can escape from the Great Wall of Sword Energy.

Above the void, sword energy turned into rain, falling around Nezha like a violent storm.

Rumble~
The thunder was violent, the sword energy soared into the sky, and turned into a vast long sword, slashing towards Nezha.

Nezha seemed to be trapped in a sea of ​​sword energy, swaying in the wind.

He secretly thought that this was not good. The Zhuxian Sword Formation was worthy of being the number one killing formation in the prehistoric world. It was unavoidable. Without any defensive magic weapon, he would probably die here. At the same time.

He also felt a little confused about the fact that Goddess Nuwa asked him to participate in it. Could it be that becoming a god in heaven was also a good choice?
Now is not the time for Nezha to spread out, the flaming spear in his hand whizzed out, blocking in front of him, turning into a thousand-foot-long flame, blocking the falling raindrops one by one three feet away.

When Taiyi Zhenren saw Nezha in trouble, he smiled bitterly.

Originally they could have been a group of loving apostles, but because of his momentary greed, he used Nezha as a raft, which led to his plan being exposed by Lu Yue, and the apostles turned against each other.

Although Nuwa had no complaints, the reputation of the Chan sect was damaged.

"Disciple, let me help you solve your doubts." Taiyi Zhenren walked out from the crowd, holding the Yin-Yang swords in his hands, walked into the Zhuxian Formation, and swept the sword across, cutting down the rain of swords in the sky.

The sword rain was like a curtain of rain.

There is a lot of evil spirit.

Taiyi Zhenren was struggling a bit, causing quite a bit of damage to his Taoist robe. However, after being rescued by Taiyi Zhenren, Nezha did not look as embarrassed as Taiyi Zhenren did.

Not long after.

The Immortal of the South Pole also walked into the formation.

The elk's horns burst into boundless thunder, shattering the rain curtain formed by the rain of swords. At the same time, the Panlong Staff in his hand lightly tapped the center of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit who was guarding the center of the formation was immediately severely injured.

Vomiting blood.

He fell to the ground helplessly.

Seeing that the Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit was unable to control the Immortal Sword Formation after being attacked by the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, she flashed and put the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit into her turtle shell, transforming herself into a black turtle.

Look up to the sky and listen to the music.

The deep blue pupils were like a pool of spring water, and the bottom could not be seen at a glance. The water vapor immediately filled the air, hiding the center of the formation once again.

The Immortal of the South Pole strolled leisurely in the garden, with the dragon-coiled staff in his hand, which transformed into a black dragon and attacked the Turtle Spirit Mother.

As the black dragon roared, thunders rang out and it spit out blue flames from its mouth, burning the shell of the Turtle Spirit Mother. Under the powerful magic power poured into it, the turtle shell looked like it was being grilled.

Extremely charred.

A faint voice begging for mercy could be heard.

Deep in the core of the Zhuxian Formation, a cold gaze was staring at the Nanji Xianweng, and the Wu Dang Mother came towards the black dragon with the Four Symbols Pagoda in her hand to suppress it.

The Four Symbols Tower stood in the void and transformed into four mythical beasts: the Azure Dragon on the left, the White Tiger on the right, the Vermillion Bird on the top, and the Black Tortoise on the bottom. The four mythical beasts transformed into chains and dragged the black dragon into the Four Symbols Tower little by little.

At the same time, Taiyi Zhenren held the Yin-Yang swords in his hands and harvested the Jiejiao disciples who showed their heads below one by one.

The blood-stained Taoist robe, the heaven-defying sword energy, the flames rising into the sky, the Zhuxian Sword Formation, seemed to be shrinking.

Wu Dang and Gui Ling were still somewhat merciful after all. They did not want to kill them all, but instead gave Taiyi Zhenren and others a chance to catch their breath, and once again reaped the heads of Jiejiao disciples.

Zhou Xin, Li Qi and others looked at each other and realized that they could not just wait. If they did not take action, more fellow disciples of Jiejiao might be harmed.

This is also something that can't be helped.

As one of the high-ranking members of Jiejiao, Wu Dang, Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, still had a glimmer of hope for Chenjiao, thinking that since he was in a high position, he would not be liquidated. Little did he know that Zhao Gongming was a lesson learned from the past.

"Junior brother, set up the formation."

The Plague God Banners in Zhou Xin and Li Qi's hands protruded from the ground, spitting out countless poisonous insects. The plague poison formation merged into the Zhu Xian sword formation, and boundless green mist spread out and merged into the many sword energies.

As long as the sword energy breaks a little bit of the fur.

Will inevitably be conquered by the plague.

Seeing that victory was certain, the Immortal of the South Pole broke free from the Four Symbols Tower with the Panlong Staff in his hand and chased after Yang Wenhui and Zheng Lun. The eyes of the Holy Mother Wu Dang flashed.

"Nanji Xianweng, your opponent is me."

The Immortal of the South Pole frowned and fell into deep thought as he looked at the Western sect disciples who came in after them. Those with low cultivation were directly eaten up by the poisonous insects.

Leaving behind a lot of relics.

(End of this chapter)