Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 177 My Plague Tribe has come to break through the formation today!

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

All eyes were fixed on the flying dragon sword that had crashed to the ground.

The sword, which had been so powerful just moments before, suddenly lost all its luster, as if it had been severely damaged.

For a moment, everyone's minds were buzzing and blank.

Among the crowd, only Lu Chen understood.

—Invisible sword energy!
As mentioned before, this sword aura once easily killed a level seven demon.

It must be the work of the "Growth King" among the Four Heavenly Kings.

No matter how powerful the Flying Dragon Sword is, it is ultimately a magical treasure bestowed upon the mortal world by the immortals. How can it be compared to a single strike from a true immortal?
"What a pity for this precious sword."

Lu Chen shook his head secretly.

Almost at the same time——

"what!!!"

A scream of despair shattered the silence.

After losing two priceless treasures in succession, Young Master Wang completely lost his composure.

"What on earth is going on?! What's going on?!"

With tears and snot streaming down his face, Young Master Wang beat his chest and stamped his feet, throwing another tantrum on the ground.

As Lord Huang gazed at the chaotic burial mound churning with yin energy, his heart sank to the bottom: "I never expected that besides the Ghost King, there were other hidden formations here... Even a seventh-grade magic weapon could be cut down. This secret realm is probably beyond the reach of us mortals."

He sighed softly and patted Young Master Wang on the shoulder: "Young Master Wang, listen to this old man, let's go. We can't enter this secret realm."

Young Master Wang, his eyes brimming with tears, wiped them away and said bitterly in a sobbing voice, "Let's go! I'm not playing anymore! You've ruined two of my most precious treasures, it's no fun at all! I'll go back and report to the Thunder Ancestor, and ask Him to give me justice!"

Having said that, he picked up the dull sword from the ground and put it into his ring, then turned to go down the mountain.

"Sigh, even Young Master Wang has returned empty-handed. Let's disperse. Staying any longer is pointless."

"Yes, indeed. Let's go, let's all go! It's shameful for immortals to be fighting with mortals for rare treasures!"

Seeing that even such magical treasures couldn't break the formation.

The difficulty of this mission is comparable to SSS-level.

—What's the point of playing this game?!
Disheartened, everyone shook their heads and sighed, preparing to leave.

Seeing that everyone had been beaten into submission, Lu Chen felt a sense of relief.

It's good that they left; it makes things easier for me to do what I want.

"--Wait!"

As a result, Young Master Wang, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Young Master Wang?" Lord Huang asked, puzzled.

Young Master Wang turned around, his chubby finger pointing directly at Lu Chen and the other two: "Why aren't you leaving?"

Holy crap, did it grow eyes in the back of its head?!

Just as Lu Chen was about to speak, Xin Yao stepped forward and said, "We haven't broken the formation yet!"

"You guys?" Young Master Wang's eyes widened. "You have eighth or ninth-grade spiritual treasures and magic weapons?"

"Of course... no."

"What kind of mess is this! Let's hurry up and get going, or we'll miss the number two bus!"

"Who do you think you are? I may not be good enough, but he might not be!"

Xinyao pointed at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen: "..."

"You? You can do it?" Young Master Wang narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down.

"May I ask who this young man is...?" Lord Huang asked, bowing respectfully.

"I am Lu Chen of the Lu family, a rising star in Jiangdu."

"So it's Young Master Lu." City Lord Huang's tone was indifferent, clearly indicating that he had never heard of him before.

“Lord Huang, you’ve got the wrong title.” Xin Yao raised an eyebrow: “He’s not ‘Young Master,’ he’s the head of the family.”

"Patriarch?!"

Both Lord Huang and Young Master Wang's expressions changed simultaneously.

"No...you look younger than me, yet you're the head of the family?" Young Master Wang looked incredulous.

Lu Chen calmly revealed the family head's token; this was no time to keep a low profile.

"It really is!"

The two men's expressions immediately became more solemn.

Lord Huang bowed again: "My apologies, my apologies. It is truly unheard of for a young family head like you to have risen to the rank of a new noble. You must possess extraordinary abilities!"

Young Master Wang's eyes darted around, and he suddenly grinned, "Very well! Then I'd like to see you break the formation!"

Lu Chen: "Oh, weren't you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving! I can't be the only one who loses face. If you can't break it either, at least I'll have some consolation."

Lu Chen: "..."

"You really don't want to leave?"

"I'm not leaving! You don't really think you can break through, do you? Do you have a magical artifact like the one I just used?"

"No."

"That's terrible! Hurry up, help me out, give me some peace of mind—please!!"

—What a fucking genius!
Lu Chen and Sun Yourong exchanged a glance, both speechless.

"Let him be. This guy is obviously childish. He might keep you hanging on for a whole day," Sun Yourong transmitted her voice.

Lu Chen nodded, glanced at the time, and saw that the auspicious time to break the formation had arrived.

We really can't delay any longer.

He took a few steps forward and stood outside the boundary of the mass grave.

"Is he... also going to use a magic weapon?" Young Master Wang asked in surprise.

"This young man has a composed demeanor; perhaps he truly possesses some skill," Lord Huang murmured to himself.

“Young Master Wang, City Lord Huang, this Mr. Lu is indeed extraordinary. He came here yesterday and stayed for a full half hour before coming out. I guess he was beaten out by the Ghost King. I wonder why he came again today.”

He Xun leaned closer to explain.

"What did you say?! He was inside for half an hour?!"

Lord Huang's pupils constricted sharply: "But he... he clearly only has a third-grade cultivation level!"

"That's why I found it suspicious; this person must have some tricks up their sleeve!"

“Interesting…” Young Master Wang’s hand flashed with golden light, and he conjured two sandalwood stools, handing one to City Lord Huang: “Then we must take a good look!” He looked every bit the part of a well-rounded bystander.

at the same time.

Lu Chen took out the Plague God statue and fixed it in mid-air.

He then took out a stick of incense, lit it, and stood quietly holding the incense.

He recited the Incense Offering Mantra.

behind——

"Holy crap, what... what kind of pose is this? Why are they worshipping gods at this hour?"

Young Master Wang was completely bewildered.

"The form of that statue... it looks like the Plague Emperor Haotian!" City Lord Huang exclaimed in shock, "Could it be that he's... about to summon a god?!"

"Invite a god? Invite a star deity to descend to earth? How is that possible! How high would the level of divine service be? 60%, 70%, or even higher?"

Behind him, whispers and murmurs arose all around, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

"Wait! What did you just say his name was?" Young Master Wang seemed to suddenly remember something and grabbed He Xun's arm.

"Lu Chen".

Young Master Wang shuddered, as if struck by lightning: "Holy crap! I remember now! I was wondering why that name sounded so familiar! It's him! It's that kid!"

"Who? Do you know them?" Lord Huang asked.

Young Master Wang jumped up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lu Chen, stammering, "I know him! Before in Qianjiang City! The Plague God's descent caused a huge commotion—it was him who summoned him!!!"

Before he finished speaking——

boom! ! !
The once clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds that blocked out the sun!

The sky was not pure black, but a deep, chilling green that seeped down from the gaps in the clouds, instantly imbuing everything in the world with an eerie glow.

In an instant, everything was silent.

Only the pounding of hearts echoed in everyone's chests like drums.

This astonishing celestial phenomenon left everyone present—including City Lord Huang, Young Master Wang, Sun Yourong, Xin Yao, and He Xun—utterly speechless.

"This...this is...!!!"

……

"Junior Brother Lu Chen, we respectfully welcome our five senior brothers from the Plague Department—the Five Plague Envoys—to the mortal realm!"

Before the mass grave, Lu Chensheng's voice was like metal, piercing the sky!

--call!!!

Deep within the heavens, a massive vortex of light suddenly spun and opened up!

……

Heavenly Court, Nine Dragon Palace.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Plague Emperor revealed a passage connecting heaven and earth.

"Go. Help your junior brother break this formation."

"Accept the decree!"

Four towering figures simultaneously transformed into streaks of light and plunged into the passage!

……

—Boom! B ...
The miasma that filled the sky surged forth from the vortex of light like a bursting dam of the Milky Way!

The terrifying divine power pressed down.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the universe shook!
Lu Chen held incense and bowed in the distance, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding fields:
"We respectfully invite the Eastern Plague Envoy—Zhou Xin!"

Above the sky, a hundred-foot-tall Dharma image appeared in response to the summons!

The image of this being radiated light, its green hair stood on end, its armor was imposing, and it casually swung the Green Plague Sword in its hand!
The sword energy tore through the sky, seemingly possessing the power to crush mountains and collapse clouds!
"Ah—!!! Gods, immortals... have descended to earth again!!!"

Young Master Wang stumbled and fell off the stool, landing hard on his backside and making a dent in the mud.

Beside him, Lord Huang's old face was already deathly pale, and his beard was trembling.

The family members behind him were terrified, gasping and gasping for breath. Some even collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Xin Yao's pupils dilated in disbelief: "No, I was just joking, and you actually did it?!? You can actually summon spirits?! ...

At this moment, everyone in the entire back mountain was completely enveloped by a tremor that originated from the depths of their souls!
……

"We respectfully invite the Southern Plague Envoy—Li Qi!"

Lu Chen has been summoned again!

The second hundred-foot-tall Dharma image appeared in mid-air!
With fiery red hair, a broad back and a powerful waist, he suddenly slammed down the plague magic scepter in his hand!
Three massive, dark green pythons, each the size of a mountain range, materialized and coiled around the Dharma image, hissing and howling, spreading poisonous miasma!
"There's...there's a second one..."

Blast!

This moment was absolutely explosive.

No matter how much Sun Yourong tried to remain calm, her tightly clenched, white knuckles betrayed her true feelings.

"Could it be... that he's going to summon all five Plague Envoys?!"

……

"We respectfully invite the Western Plague-Spreading Envoy—Zhu Tianlin!"

"We respectfully invite the Northern Plague Envoy—Yang Wenhui!"

As Lu Chen gave the summons, Zhu Tianlin, holding the Plague Emperor's Banner, appeared with black robes and white hair, exuding a strange and chilling aura.

Yang Wenhui, dressed in a scholar's robe, held a pen in his hand, exuding an air of profound knowledge and wisdom.

Four towering Dharma images stood in the sky, their divine might like a prison, covering the eight wastelands!

The immense divine pressure silenced all birds, beasts, insects, and ants within a radius of dozens of miles, and caused the grass and trees to bow low!
……

"My God... what did I just see?!"

At this moment, not only in Caomiao Village, but throughout Rongcheng, countless people looked up at the sky in the streets and alleys and behind the windows of buildings, and were shocked and speechless!

"The Dharma manifests... Immortals and gods descend to earth!!!"

……

The back mountain of Caomiao Village.

Lu Chen's gaze met those indifferent eyes that looked down upon all living beings in the sky, and then he looked at the gloomy mass grave in front of him.

The Plague Emperor Banner fluttered out, and he took a step forward, standing in mid-air.

"Today, my Plague Department—"

"Coming to break through the formation!!!!!"

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(End of this chapter)