Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1723 What is a Surprise?
Lü Yue stood there, ramrod straight, while Hu Lei looked completely bewildered.

A few breaths later, a yellow, cotton-like poisonous mist rose from the airship, accompanied by screams of agony.

Hu Lei knew that Lü Yue's plague was very serious, but he had never experienced it firsthand. Now he understood why: even the guys in the Blood Sea who were immune to all poisons couldn't withstand Lü Yue's plague.

Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, one flying boat after another landed in the river. The blood-red river was filled with corpses, each with a different manner of death. Some had blackened faces, some were covered in blisters, and many more had blood flowing from their seven orifices in a rather horrifying way.

The blood and river water were mixed together, and for a moment it was impossible to tell which was river water and which was blood.

Lu Yue was extremely proud of himself; killing people without them even realizing it was the principle upheld by his lineage.

"Grandmaster Uncle's supernatural powers are unparalleled, I admire you, I admire you!" Hu Lei's talent in the immortal path is almost zero, but he has experienced the Shang Dynasty and the Heavenly Court, so his skill in flattery is not bad.

Lu Yue tried to be reserved, but couldn't help himself and burst into laughter. He hadn't made a move for a thousand years, but now that he had, it was a matter of life and death!
Asura? Son of Mara? You are the ones who are poisoned.

He remained modest, saying, "There are countless masters of poison in the Blood Sea, and my skills are nothing special. We cannot reveal our origins, so let's use the Blood Sea secret technique to conceal them."

If one wants to impersonate the son of Mara, one cannot use the identity of a celestial official from the Heavenly Court, as their aura of incense offerings is too obvious. In this case, one must use the Blood Sea Secret Technique to conceal it.

When two unfamiliar immortals meet, they first look at each other's aura, then at the characteristics of their divine power; appearance is of little importance.

Duobao had been planning for many years and naturally prepared a series of Blood Sea Secret Techniques. With a thought, Lü Yue transformed into an ugly man covered in blood and with a sinister face. If you said he was a strongman of the Asura clan, no one would have any objection.

Hu Lei's aptitude for cultivation was too poor. Fortunately, the Blood Sea Secret Technique was something that was simple enough that even billions of Asuras could cultivate it. It wasn't particularly profound. With some effort, he managed to complete the disguise.

"Let's go! Let's go down and take a look." Lü Yue tossed Hu Lei one of his antidote pills. This fourth-generation disciple was indeed as stupid as a pig, but in the current situation, he represented Duobao. If he died from his own plague before he could even get anything done, Lü Yue wouldn't be able to explain it to Duobao.

The two rode on the blood-red clouds and swaggered to the middle of the river.

More than ten airships all capsized in the riverbed, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Lu Yue instructed, "Quickly search for the body of that son of Mara."

Despite the plague that was still spreading in all directions, he searched among the corpses.

He wanted to see the person alive or dead, and as a former disciple of the Jie Sect, his professional skills were extremely proficient.

not long time.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Hu Lei called out to him, and he hurried over to see.

Then they saw an Asura man with two horns on his head, wearing a magnificent robe, lying face up against a shrine. Blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

From an Asura's perspective, this man was far more handsome than an ordinary Asura. His clothes, treasures, and the intricate blood patterns on his skin all indicated that he was of noble status. Unfortunately, he was now nothing more than a corpse.

During his lifetime, Bo Xun protected this son extremely well, and very few people had ever seen him. Now, it is very convenient for Hu Lei to impersonate him.

Changing one's appearance was a trivial matter. Hu Lei smeared his face with his hand and quickly transformed into the appearance of Mara's son. Lü Yue turned all the corpses at the scene into plague corpses. These might have been servants of Mara's son, or guards sent by Mara to his son. Regardless of their identities in life, they were all now plague corpses.

The plague zombies retain some of their former abilities, somewhat like the villagers controlled by the Plaka parasite in Resident Evil. Apart from looking a bit gloomy, they are not much different from living people in other aspects.

The entire airship was salvaged, and the two living people and dozens of plague corpses continued flying in the same direction as before.

They were heading to Mara's Heavenly Demon Palace, where, according to the plan of the Heavenly Consort Uma, Mara's son would ascend the throne in front of a group of old ministers and become the new king of the Asura race.

The airship had traveled less than a hundred miles when Lü Yue felt his heart pounding wildly, as if a catastrophe was about to strike. Without thinking, he grabbed Hu Lei and jumped out of the airship.

The next instant, a golden swastika symbol slammed straight onto the flying boat.

Then came a continuous stream of Buddhist light, which shattered all of Mara's son's more than ten flying boats. The many plague corpses had no power to fight back and turned to ashes in the Buddhist light.

At the critical moment, Lü Yue glanced at the scene and saw what looked like a repeat of their previous ambush of the son of Mara. A group of people dressed as Taoist priests but using Buddhist techniques were launching a barrage of spells at their side.

At that moment, at this moment.

The monks, holding their whisks in an incongruous manner, seemed to find it inappropriate to say "Amitabha," so they chanted "May the Three Pure Ones protect us" in a disorderly manner.

Lu Yue felt baffled. He was currently using the Blood Sea Secret Technique to disguise himself and dared not use his own Jie Sect magic. In addition, there were many enemies. If the plague was prepared in advance, it would be very powerful. Otherwise, it would take a beat to take effect. This kind of situation of being suddenly attacked was really not suitable for him to fight.

He grabbed Hu Lei, who was about to retaliate, and fled in panic on a cloud of blood.

"The shrine, there's a memorial tablet inside!" Hu Lei remembered the shrine, where there was a memorial tablet for his temporary father, Bo Xun, which was an important proof of his succession.

"This is really troublesome." Helpless, Lü Yue had no choice but to turn back, take the shrine, and continue his escape with Hu Lei.

Despite turning back once, his escape was still decisive, fully demonstrating the profound skill of the Jiejiao disciples in smashing, looting, and vandalism.

The disciples of Ksitigarbha, who were doing this for the first time, were caught off guard. They did not lose because of their magic, but because of their lack of experience.

Despite finding it unlikely, the Taoist priests still examined the numerous corpses. Judging from their appearance and clothing, these did not resemble the sons of Mara.

An old Taoist priest dressed as a monk asked the young Taoist beside him, "Senior brother, our teacher asked us to impersonate the son of Mara, but two of them escaped. What should we do?"

The senior brother in the lead was quite decisive: "They've already seen our techniques. That pale-faced, beardless one must be the son of Mara. Chase them! We must kill them all today! Leave no one alive!"

Then, as if remembering something, he added a special reminder: "Use the Blood Sea Secret Technique to disguise yourself!"

"Yes, senior brother!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has converted countless Asuras in his lifetime, so he naturally possesses the Blood Sea Secret Technique. At this moment, the disciples all made hand seals and chanted incantations, then relied on the dense blood energy to conceal the Buddha light on their bodies, and relentlessly pursued them.

(End of this chapter)