Mythology

Chapter 142 The Plague Array Opened

Yang He was surprised and happy that he had become Lu Yue's external body.

When he was burying ghosts in the water, he had already discovered that being possessed by another body was a shortcut to obtaining a special character, and it could also allow the special character to have growth potential.

For example, the Third Prince is the legal heir to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

However, Lu Yue's external incarnation is obviously more intimidating and more in line with Yang He's practice system, so the generated permanent character must be in line with it.

If you think about it carefully, the magical powers of the two are highly overlapping.

Yang He even had a bold idea: could he replace Lu Yue?
As if Pandora's box had been opened, his breathing became rapid and his body was transforming into that of a child at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He analyzed the pros and cons with a frown on his face.

Lu Yue is not the third prince of the Dragon Palace. He has a profound influence in The Investiture of the Gods, and even Journey to the West is likely to have a butterfly effect.

Each allusion is not independent, after all, they are interrelated.

Yang He seemed a little conflicted, and the pupil ghost unconsciously affected the surroundings.

The ground and walls are covered with eyes, and they look like flying ladybugs.

Master Mingshan and his apprentice turned pale with fear.

The two had met Lu Yue once before the plague array appeared, and knew that the plague ghost had three heads, and Yang He was no different from one of them.

"Uncle Master, calm down and don't let yourself be affected."

Mingshan tried to awaken Yang He's consciousness and took out the Qingxin Talisman and wanted to stick it on Yang He's forehead.

The shadow from the black cat's paws spread, forcing Mingshan to stay in place. His face was filled with surprise, and he played with his tail.

Yang He came back to his senses, his expression had become resolute.

"If you don't seize the opportunity, you're a fool. Besides, you're bound to encounter it sooner or later."

Yang He knew that at the end of every Taoist school were ghosts and gods, and the road to immortality was like a single-plank bridge; it was impossible for one person to achieve immortality and bring prosperity to the whole family.

There will only be one God of Plague in the world, and Lu Yue has already taken the position of the God of Plague.

Yang He’s pupil ghost may become a leek after becoming an immortal.

"Practicing in the main world requires constant self-sacrifice. Each level represents falling into the depths of hell, and after reaching the end, one will inevitably face ghosts and gods..."

“The biggest significance of the panel is not to obtain resources from the world of allusions.”

"But becoming an immortal!!"

Yang He's consciousness no longer resisted the possession of another body, and he transformed from the inside out into another person, a child named Lu Yue who was seven or eight years old.

He grinned, his eyes revealing a strong ambition.

"In order to avoid becoming a ghost leek, I must become a ghost god three thousand years ago. Not just a plague god, but if possible, it would be right to transform into countless incarnations."

The moment Yang He clarified his mind of Tao, the Niwan Palace was in turmoil.

The pupil ghost was digesting his newly consolidated cultivation. The silver-white silk thread no longer had any gaps, and at the same time, his soul was gradually wrapped by the silk thread.

It didn't take long.

The three souls and seven spirits have turned into silver-white insect pupae.

Yang He's mind moved slightly, and the invisible consciousness generated by his soul extended from his eyebrows, but it stopped abruptly only half a meter away from the body.

The initial formation of spiritual consciousness means that the pupil ghost has entered the second step of the evil ghost realm, "becoming a silk thread".

Next, as long as the spiritual consciousness is nourished to the extreme of the evil ghost realm, it will be possible to "brew poison" and finally try to transform into an evil ghost.

dong dong dong.

The knock on the door interrupted Yang He's thoughts.

The plague messenger stood outside the wine shop, with a green face, fangs, and eight arms. "Junior brother, I have no ill intentions. I wonder if you can come in and talk to me."

"kindness."

Yang He agreed calmly, and the plague messenger pushed the door and walked into the wine shop.

"Nan Lingfei meets Junior Brother."

Nan Lingfei was surprised to see that Yang He and Lu Yue looked exactly the same. "Junior Brother Longxuhu, it was Uncle Chen Geng who asked me to come here."

He deliberately emphasized the three words "dragon beard tiger", obviously he already knew Yang He's identity.

I thought Yang He would be angry and embarrassed, but he still didn't react.

Nan Lingfei looked surprised.

No matter what Chen Geng said or what he noticed, Yang He had completely become a Dharma body outside of his body. The reason why he retained his spiritual intelligence was purely because Lu Yue did not erase it.

Logically speaking, Yang He should be panicked.

The result seems to be... not caring?

Yang He interrupted, "If you have something to say, please tell me now. I don't have time to waste time with you."

Nan Lingfei really couldn't understand Yang He. Did he not care about his external Dharma body, or did his Tao heart collapse and he was just pretending to be calm?

"Master Lu is about to launch a plague formation. By then, there will be no living people in Xiqi. Uncle Chen Geng wants you to hand over your weapon refining skills. Later, he will find a body for you to house your soul."

"When did the plague formation begin?"

"Just last night."

Nan Lingfei wanted to explain, but Yang He said, "I'll think about it. Is there anything else? Don't disturb my retreat."

He hesitated for a long time, and then left the wine shop.

Nan Lingfei didn't dare to stay for long. Yang He's attitude was too strange. Could it be that he had been influenced by Lu Yue? Did he lose his intelligence?
boom.

The door of the liquor store is closed.

The room fell into darkness, and Master Mingshan and his apprentice were at a loss.

Yang He picked up the rag package, opened it and found blood words written on the inside. The handwriting was a little sloppy, but it was obvious at a glance that it was Jiang Ziya.

'Ten days from now, Xiqi will undergo a drastic change. Go to the periphery of the plague array immediately to have a chance of survival. Remember, do not stay in Xiqi any longer.'

Yang He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. In fact, from Lu Yue's action of taking over his body, it can be seen that Jiang Ziya has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

"Mingshan, Qingsong, the two of you immediately contact your fellow disciples of the Chan Sect and walk out of the city together towards the south until there is no way to go."

"Uncle Master, are you okay?" Mingshan was surprised and happy, because his neck was bleeding due to the excessive movement.

"It's okay for now. It's not that easy for Lu Yue to take over my body."

Yang He released his spiritual sense, controlling the ladybug in the pupil to attach itself to the necks of Master Mingshan and his disciple.

The separation of the two men's heads and bodies was temporarily relieved, as the translucent silk stitched their flesh and blood together, restoring color to their purple faces.

"Uncle Master, is there no way to cure the plague array?"

"I don't know, but the current situation of the Plague Array is beyond your control. Find a chance to withdraw from Xiqi after you have reunited."

"But……"

Yang He shook his head and glanced at the street with a deep gaze.

"Have you not noticed that the people of Xiqi have become more and more like humans?"

Mingshan's pupils trembled. It was indeed as Yang He mentioned, the mundane things on the street no longer seemed awkward, but rather ordinary.

"What the plague messenger said just now is correct. The plague array has begun."

Xiqi is about to fall into chaos.

Yang He retracted his gaze, "Originally, the mortals in the formation had no souls, but now they have an extra soul out of thin air. When the three souls and seven spirits gather together, the plague formation will definitely change."

He did not elaborate, but in fact, what was inside the bodies of the people of Xiqi were not souls, but fat maggots crawling in the Niwan Palace.

Yang He sat down on the spot, and a tripod appeared in his palm.

Dozens of human-headed spiders fell into the cauldron, and a shrill hissing sounded, as if countless voices were telling of pain.

The karmic fire was fueled by distracting thoughts and its intensity increased several times.

Nezha finally saw signs of improvement in his injuries. The wine shop was filled with the sound of chewing human-headed spiders and extremely thick poisonous smoke was emitting.

"Mingshan, listen to your junior brother and don't stay in Xiqi!!"

"Once you reach the edge of the plague array, use the magic I taught you earlier to contact Yang Jian and ask him to stabilize the Chan Sect as much as possible."

Nezha bared his teeth, with more than a dozen arms clinging to the mouth of the cauldron.

Yang He couldn't help but ask, "The Chan Sect seems to have never tried to break the formation. Brother, what is the situation with fellow Daoists in the outside world?"

"Humph."

Nezha snorted coldly. His mind was no longer affected by the plague and his thoughts became clear. "There must be something fishy going on, but it happened so suddenly. I don't know which immortal from the Chan Sect is responsible for this."

"Uncle Longxuhu, Uncle Nezha, I'll go first."

Mingshan did not dare to delay and dragged Qingsong out of the wine shop.

If he could be of any use, he would risk his life to stay in Xiqi, but his own strength was too weak and he would only affect Yang He.

The temperature in the lobby skyrocketed, and the tables and chairs showed signs of corroding into pus.

Yang He was not surprised but happy.

The pupil ghost unexpectedly became extremely active because of the poisonous smoke.

Yang He actively guided the poisonous smoke into his body. His flesh, blood, and bones could not bear the burden, and his blood vessels and meridians began to atrophy. However, after rushing into the Niwan Palace, they all became food for the pupil ghost.

The yang fire was dim, but the strength of spiritual consciousness was constantly growing.

Yang He allowed the poisonous smoke to damage his body.

What he lacks now is cultivation, which is worth it even if he has to exchange his life for it. Besides, his body now belongs to Lu Yue.

The tripod swayed, and the karmic fire became purer and purer.

The plague penetrated deeply into Nezha's body and soul, and the process of removing it was no less than a rebirth, as his previous body was discarded and a new one was recreated.

"kindness?"

Yang He raised his eyebrows. The ghost body seemed to be very interested in Nezha's remains.

The tripod directly spat out bones one by one.

Corpse flowers fell on the wreckage.

"Brother, brother, good things will happen when I meet you."

Yang He did not dare to delay and seized the time. He immediately took out the Nine Dragon Island Seal and transmitted his thoughts, asking for all the resources that were useful to him.

It doesn’t matter whether Lu Yue gives it to you or not, just apply first.

Two days later.

The tripod returned to calm, and when the karmic fire gained the upper hand, the plague could no longer shake Nezha's foundation, and recovery was only a matter of time.

Nezha has now transformed into a baby curled up in the cauldron.

With every breath, Yin energy was infused into the tripod, and Nezha grew slowly. In just a moment, his strength was beyond Yang He's ability to fathom.

Yang He put away the tripod and stretched his haggard body.

With the help of Nezha, the strength of his spiritual awareness increased by 70% to 80%.

"Well, with another chance from Lu Yue, it's not too long before the pupil ghost is completed. Even if the realm is superficial, it doesn't matter. After all, I can relive the path of cultivation again when I return to the main world."

There was a rustling noise coming from the lobby, as if countless insects were crawling.

Yang He opened his eyes with a smile, and saw all kinds of insects and ghosts crawling in the shadows. They were all Lu Yue's disciples who were accepted by him with a smile.

puff.

The poisonous dragon drilled out from the back and directly swept all the insect ghosts into the mustard seed space.

"By the way, where is Lu Yue?"

Yang He waited for half a day, but Lu Yue's gift did not appear.

At this time, Xiqi's mortal already had three souls, and there was almost no flaw in the logic of his behavior. The atmosphere became extremely weird and inexplicable.

Outside the city, corpses were scattered all over the ground and there were more than a dozen mass graves.

The city is peaceful and prosperous, and millions of ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment.

(End of this chapter)