Mythology

Chapter 139: Disciple, it’s me, Lu Yue

Chapter 139: Disciple, it’s me, Lu Yue
The Xiqi market was crowded with people, all with their mouths wide open and their heads held high.

The wind was blowing coldly, and people's bodies were like insect nests, with insect ghosts constantly entering and exiting their bodies, and a large group of them were floating in the wind.

The market became a container for refining poison, and more than 80% of the negative energy gathered here.

The plague messengers arrived at the market one after another, crawling motionlessly everywhere, absorbing the extremely rich yin energy to transform themselves.

"Is it a magic array? A magic array that is even more weird than hitting a living stake."

Yang He lay in the corner, looking ordinary.

The copper coin sword is attached to the leather Taoist robe, allowing it to disguise itself as a slug, but it cannot avoid having the characteristics of a real dragon.

Yang He was certain that there would be no flaws, mainly because Lu Yue had no time to take care of Xiqi.

In addition, he did practice Lu Yue's Taoist tradition.

Although the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique is a hundred times more mysterious than the technique acquired by the Plague Messenger, they are after all derived from the same origin and their aura is very similar.

Yang He deliberately concealed the aura of the power ghost, leaving only the pupil ghost all over his body.

Pupil Ghost had just stepped into the first level of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique after refining it. Even though his strength had already reached the level of a fierce ghost, the aura he exuded was only that of a weak ghost.

The rest of the plague messengers are generally in the realm of evil spirits.

Yang He glanced at the Niwan Palace. The larvae transformed by the pupil ghost were ready to move, but they were not targeting the Yin Qi, but the plague messengers around.

It feels like the Qi Refiner is developing in an indescribable direction.

"By the way, what's going on with Jiang Taigong?"

The Third Prince's message clearly mentioned that he would be able to find Jiang Taigong's whereabouts after playing the role, but there has been no news to this day.

"coming."

Yang He noticed that Chen Geng and Zhou Ji were walking slowly towards him.

Chen Geng glanced at the plague messengers and said with satisfaction: "There are a total of 37 new plague messengers, but they still have to go through a Gu refining process, which should filter out nearly half of the defective ones."

"Uncle Master, even if there are only ten more fellow Taoists, the speed at which the Plague Formation sacrifices mortals will increase several times, and the Xianjiao will not have enough time to break the formation."

Zhou Ji had an attentive look on his face, his lower body had been torn to pieces by the Five Road Gods, and he could only walk relying on his arms, looking extremely embarrassed.

"good."

Chen Geng licked his lips, and the saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue dissolved into holes on the ground.

"Zhou Ji, you should go in too. It is best to recover from your injuries as soon as possible. After all, you four are the only true disciples of Master Lu."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zhou Ji was overjoyed, and then his skin and flesh squirmed and turned into a giant scorpion, but half of his tail was broken off, and his strength was greatly reduced.

He looked around warily, then disappeared into the center of the market.

"The Saint's disciples should not be in Xiqi, they should not be in Xiqi..."

Ever since he faced the Pure Land Buddha, Zhou Ji became a little weird. No matter who he looked at, he thought they were the disciples of a saint.

Chen Geng stared at Zhou Ji with disdain for a few moments. If it wasn't for Master Lu's sake, he would have stepped on the latter to death last night.

He took out the bell and rang it.

The overwhelming swarm of insects swarmed into the market and actively attached themselves to the bodies of the plague messengers. The negative energy in the market began to become distinct.

The more insect swarms attracted, the more concentrated the Yin energy obtained.

The plague messengers screamed and fought against each other, attacking each other with their sharp claws and fangs, and blood immediately gushed out.

For them, the corpses of their own kind are naturally nutrients. Only half of the thirty-seven plague messengers are destined to survive.

The market was completely closed.

Chen Geng turned around and prepared to leave.

He was in charge of the plague array. If it weren't for the saint's disciples messing around, he would not have interfered with the plague messenger and naturally would not have wasted time.

The plague messengers have begun fighting each other.

Zhou Ji was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He bit two of his own kind to death and then began to feast on them. He alone took up 40% of the Yin energy to recover from his injuries.

"kindness?"

Chen Geng's face turned pale as he suddenly sensed a terrifying aura.

His eyes fell on the motionless Yang He. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. The slug dragon scales actually had a mysterious Taoist charm that was faintly visible.

Yang He's revealed cultivation level was relatively low, and since he posed little threat, no one paid any attention to him.

"Immortal body?"

"Among the plague messengers that I casually created, there is an immortal body?"

Chen Geng became interested and stared at it for a long time but couldn't make up his mind.

The Third Prince's physique was mainly composed of the true body of a corpse dragon, mixed with part of the immortal body of a corpse. Chen Geng had never seen such a unique physique.

"Why not take him in as a disciple and let him stay in the plague array for a while."

"Hehe, after I finish refining Xiqi, I still have to fight with the Chan Sect. I can use him to refine a superior magic weapon for the plague."

Thinking of this, Chen Geng sent a message to Zhou Ji to protect Yang He.

Zhou Ji naturally didn't dare to refuse, and quickly ate the corpse whole. He forced his remaining body to get closer to Yang He, his expression full of gloating.

"Master uncle loves to eat his disciples. More than a dozen of them have died before."

"Why not take this opportunity to taste this person?"

Zhou Ji swallowed.

The Plague Messenger was a product of acquired cultivation, and his heart of Taoism was even weaker than that of ordinary people. Once his appetite surged, he was unable to control it for a while.

"Just eat one bite, just one bite. Anyway, you are consumables after becoming my uncle's disciple."

Yang He remained indifferent, his expression sometimes ferocious, sometimes calm, and gradually a faint light flickered between his eyebrows.

Tong Gui has successfully broken through the second level of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique.

The larvae in the Niwan Palace disappeared, leaving only the pupa made of silk thread, with black and white patterns interlaced, which at first glance looked like wide-open eyes.

Yang He's pupils focused, and hundreds of eyeballs began to move around randomly.

The hunger transmitted by the pupil ghost almost overwhelmed his consciousness.

"The third level of the Nine Refining Gu Insect Technique requires the insect to break out of its pupa and become an adult. The current Yin Qi content alone cannot provide enough nutrients."

"eat!"

"Began to eat!!"

The market fell into silence, and all the plague messengers looked at Yang He at the same time.

Zhou Ji felt a little palpitated, but was more shocked.

He was still hesitating whether to taste Yang He's flesh and blood, but Yang He wanted to eat him instead. How could this be so absurd.

"Why do you want to eat me?" "Hahaha..."

Zhou Ji's laughter stopped abruptly. The eight plague messengers beside him began to twitch inexplicably, and fine cracks covered their bodies in the blink of an eye.

Flesh and blood grew in the cracks, and countless eyes opened.

The plague messengers were terrified, but they could only watch themselves become shriveled and withered. No matter how hard they tried to tear their eye pupils, it was of no use.

Bang bang bang.

All I could hear was a continuous stream of muffled sounds.

The eight mummies fell heavily to the ground, and the moment their pupils closed, they brought back a huge amount of negative energy.

The pupil ghost digested the food hungrily, and the hunger it brought was slightly relieved, but it was still a long way from reaching the third level.

Yang He had a subtle expression on his face, his dragon body had already grown to over ten meters in length.

Eight more corpses of plague messengers.

Tong Gui already showed signs of breaking through the bottleneck.

Zhou Ji did not delay any longer. He was frightened by the speed at which Yang He's strength was growing, and the desire to eat him was real.

Roar! !

He roared, and the fishy wind he blew filled the market.

The ground dissolved, forming a poisonous swamp.

The poisonous water surged and gathered, turning into a tornado that wrapped around Yang He. A mere innate realm (evil spirit), he would surely die if he touched the poisonous water.

Zhou Ji Shi hesitated at the last minute and couldn't help but restrain his venom.

At this moment.

He seemed to sense something and turned his head subconsciously.

Yang He's half-real and half-illusory body penetrated the poisonous water, and only part of his skin and flesh was corroded. He did not suffer the serious damage as expected.

puff.

The dragon claws drilled into Zhou Ji's body and stirred it, causing his internal organs to fail.

At the same time, countless eyes had quietly possessed Zhou Ji, and the severe pain of the burning fire came over him, causing Zhou Ji to roll over and over in the swamp.

"court death!!"

When had Zhou Ji ever felt so aggrieved? He resisted the erosion of his pupils and stood up.

Yang He took the opportunity to get rid of the ten plague messengers again, and Tong Gui took the opportunity to complete his reconstruction and reached the third level of the Nine-Refined Gu Insect Technique.

Zhou Ji rushed over like a madman, staring at Yang He closely.

Chen Geng's voice mixed with swallowing saliva rang in Yang He's ears, "If you are willing to take me as your master and help me refine a magic weapon, I will save your life, how about it?"

He grinned, not understanding whether Chen Geng was talking to him or Zhou Ji.

This person has already been put on the must-eat list and is destined to become a resource for the two ghosts.

Click.

The pupa burst open.

The ladybug slowly crawled out.

To be precise, it is a pupil ghost that looks like a ladybug.

Yang He opened his vertical eye between his brows. There was not much difference on the surface after the reconstruction, but there was a stream of light in his pupil, as if it contained the entire universe.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zhou Ji covered his stomach, and the pupils of his eyes attached to his internal organs came alive and turned into countless ladybugs that drilled deep into his organs.

As the erosion worsens, the ladybugs will continue to eat the flesh.

Zhou Ji discovered that his blood vessels and meridians were already covered with insect eggs, and after a few breaths, they hatched into multiples of ladybugs.

"Do not kill me!"

"I am the disciple of Master Lu. Don't kill me. It's Chen..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Geng snorted coldly, and the silver needle pierced Zhou Ji's skull, thus ending the latter's life.

Zhou Ji looked at Chen Geng in disbelief, and was relieved when he saw the greed in Chen Geng's eyes.

Yang He is going to die anyway.

If he cooperated with Chen Geng in refining the weapon, he would definitely die a more miserable death.

Hahaha.

Chen Geng stretched his neck, approached the market and said, "Become my disciple, cooperate with me to refine weapons, and I will ensure your life is safe."

He looked Yang He up and down, unable to suppress the amazement in his eyes.

Born with an immortal body.

A natural immortal body that has never existed before.

As long as Yang He is willing to cooperate, the superior magic weapon will be a sure thing! !

The threat in Chen Geng's words was about to come out.

Yang He devoured the rest of the plague messengers in front of Chen Geng, pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then was ready to agree.

There is nothing wrong with becoming Chen Geng's disciple, but who uses whom is another matter.

"Disciple has seen..."

Yang He's heart was beating wildly, and the word "Master" seemed to be stuck in his lips and he couldn't say it.

Chen Geng seemed a little impatient, and heard himself talking from behind.

"Brother Chen Geng, he is my disciple, do you know?"

Chen Geng's face was pale and his limbs were shaking. The sudden sound almost frightened him to faint, and he fell to his knees.