People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 632: Da Dao Palace, White Crane in the Sky
Mountains and seas are a natural beauty!

Lu Yue scattered the rare treasures he had collected over the years, engraved a great innate formation, gathered countless spiritual energy, condensed it into liquid, and transformed it into a pool of three-light holy water in the mountain stream.

A palace rises from the ground above the mountain stream.

He strolled in the palace and nodded with satisfaction. This was the Zixiao Palace imitated by Lu Yue. It could be big or small. It could be as vast as the universe or as tiny as a mustard seed.

Hidden in the void, changing into countless things.

In this world, he must be the master of the immortal way.

Surpassing Hongjun is no problem.

Lu Yue named it: Dadao Palace.

The Da Dao Palace stands above the Penglai mountain stream, sacred and majestic, surrounded by the aura of chaos. Even if this treasure cannot compare to Hongjun's Jade Butterfly of Creation, it is comparable to a piece of heavenly way.

And it is a growing spiritual treasure.

This is Lu Yue's method of practicing by imitating the chaotic world. The spiritual treasure he refined is both a spiritual treasure and a world. It emits a mixed light and is full of precious energy.

The innate spiritual treasure hidden in Penglai Fairy Island, the Creation Green Lotus, was attracted by the Avenue Palace and transformed into a 12-grade innate green lotus that fell into Lu Yue's hand. Lu Yue looked at it for a moment.

Then he threw it into the pond in the Avenue Palace.

A ray of golden light enlightened it, and it took root and turned into a lotus pond. The Green Lotus of Creation was of little use to him. In his eyes, it could only be a treasure from the Primal Chaos.

Ordinary spiritual treasures, when worn on the body, are nothing but a burden. It would be better to directly open a lotus pond, which would be kind and pleasing to the eyes. Thinking back to the beginning, he had suffered a lot in order to obtain a spiritual treasure.

At the moment, it is discarded like a piece of trash.

With a different mindset, your perspective will naturally be different.

Lu Yue, wearing the innate divine robe, stood in front of the Dadao Palace, overlooking the Penglai Island.

"It is worthy of being one of the Three Immortal Islands, a perfect place for cultivation." Penglai Fairy Island can become an important place for prehistoric cultivators to practice, which shows how extraordinary it is.

"Hongjun, I'll go my own way and leave you with no way to go. I wonder if you will get angry or not." Lu Yue laughed.

Pointing to the sky.

"I am Lü Yue, a person who has attained the mythical Daluo. I will open up a path to immortality and guide all living beings in the ancient world to practice cultivation. Those who are destined can come here to become my disciple." Lü Yue whispered, his voice was distant, and spread to all directions with the Dao Palace as the center.

The fairy wild cranes and plant elves born in the Penglai Fairy Island raised their heads one by one and looked curiously at the chaotic Avenue Palace above the mountain stream with confused expressions on their faces.

There was a voice in their heads telling them that this was an opportunity and they should not miss it.

As the sound spread throughout the West Sea, some of the innate gods who had been hiding showed expressions of fear. A hundred years ago, they had seen the evil god standing in the void.

A wave of his hand.

He then killed hundreds of innate gods.

Not even a bone was left behind. Although Empress Pingxin opened up the underworld, its construction had not yet been completed, and there were no Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Guardians to guide them. In other words, the spirits killed by Lu Yue had no way to reincarnate.

In the mist of the West Sea, the floating clam god quietly poked out a cold head, with fluttering fairy hair and no expression on his beautiful face.

"Da Luo Dao Zun!"

"I will go and listen to the sermon."

The clam god washed himself, put the shell on his back, and walked slowly towards the Penglai Island.

The sea waves are surging.

Some gods with foresight made the same choice as the Clam God. Some people with dark minds thought that Lu Yue had some conspiracy and did not dare to show it.

Instead, they were connected at the bottom of the West Sea to teach Lu Yue a lesson. With their cultivation and knowledge, they didn't believe that anyone could achieve the status of Daluo Daozun. After all, everyone revived at the same time.

Why Lu Yue walked ahead of them? It made no sense at all.

In the northwest of Penglai Fairy Island, there is a bird's nest built by white cranes. On the steep cliff, countless white cranes stand on the bird's nest. Among them is an old white crane with a crown on its head, as bright as blood, and its gray beard fluttering in the wind. At first glance, he looks like an immortal, like the ancestor of immortals.

"Xiao Qi, what do you think?"

"He Zu, that Taoist is the master of Penglai Fairy Island. No matter what his purpose is, as the natives of Penglai Fairy Island, we need to say hello to him?"

"When the Penglai Fairy Island appeared in the world, I was on the cliff and saw the Taoist take action. With a wave of his hand, he was free and easy. A green mist filled the air, and I saw those innate gods who claimed to be high and mighty fall."

"We must not be negligent."

A white crane that had not yet transformed lay lazily on the ground. It raised its head, revealing its sharp white crane beak, and spoke in a childish voice.

"good."

He Zu rubbed his brows and spoke with a smile.

"Our origins are not as good as those of the innate gods. If we can befriend the Daluo Daoist Master and become his last disciple, we will surely be able to gain a place in this prehistoric world."

鹤~
A loud crane cry.

A group of white cranes spread their snow-white wings from their nests, circled in the air, and bowed towards the Dao Palace. Crane Ancestor was also a sensible old ancestor, so it was impossible for him to bring a group of untransformed white cranes to meet Lu Yue.

That would mean they are treating the Avenue Palace as their bird's nest.

Cause unpleasantness.

The White Crane clan is likely to be uprooted.

Instead, Crane Ancestor brought Xiao Qi, the most intelligent member of the tribe, to the front of the Avenue Palace, circled and landed, and transformed into two upright cranes. Lu Yue stood at the gate of the Avenue Palace.

He smiled and shook his head.

After all, they are innate creatures, not innate gods. Gods are born with a sense of the great way, and are born extraordinary, while innate creatures, although they have intelligence, have no way to practice.

Below the innate creatures, there are also acquired creatures.

That's what is called different levels.

It’s determined by nature!

Although Pangu's will gave everyone spiritual light, it also placed shackles on all prehistoric creatures.

Between the wings of the white crane in the sky, golden and white light emanated. The pale wings of the Crane Ancestor looked like an old man, but the fat white crane beside him was shining with golden light.

Lu Yue smiled and nodded.

A golden phoenix also appeared among the white cranes in the sky. It was either a genetic mutation, or this golden white crane was not a pure white crane, but a distant relative of the phoenix.

"Since you are the first group of living beings to pay homage to me, I will not be stingy. Today I will grant you the method of cultivation to show my loyalty."

The White Crane Clan has been practicing on the Penglai Island. As the master of Penglai Island, he naturally cannot do something thankless, so the clan is managed by Crane Ancestor.

It's better than causing chaos on Penglai Island.

He still likes quiet places.

One finger fell.

He tapped on the forehead of the White Crane Ancestor, and a stream of magic power flowed, directly transforming him into an old man with an immortal look, white beard, and a hunched body, who appeared in front of Lu Yue.

As the white feather fell, Lu Yue waved his hands.

It was rolled into the air and turned into a white feather fan. Twelve prohibitions were casually engraved on it, and an acquired spiritual treasure wind feather fan was formed.

(End of this chapter)