The plague path was cut in two, bringing along Lu Yue, whose cultivation had already reached the realm of "Golden Immortal" early on. His cultivation dropped sharply from "Golden Immortal" to "Xuan Immortal", and then from "Xuan Immortal" to "True Immortal". It plummeted all the way down to "Earthly Immortal", finally stabilizing on the Dao path.
His cultivation rested solely on this path, and with the destruction of the Dao, he suffered a severe blow along with it.
His thousands of years of hard cultivation were destroyed in an instant. He has now dropped from the realm of the Great Dao, a "Golden Immortal", to a beginner on the path of cultivation, a "Earthly Immortal", with a considerable gap between them.
If the Plague Dao had remained, he might have attempted to refine again. Now that the Dao has been halved, refine? Refine what? The original path is already impassable!
He was unwilling and immediately made a desperate move.
His words pushed Tōng Tiān Jiāo Zhǔ to a corner, and Yuán Zǐ Tiān Zhēng, who was about to close the door for cultivation, cast his gaze over, "Interesting, let's continue watching the show!"
Seeing that Tōng Tiān Jiāo Zhǔ made no sound, Lu Yue also realized that he had made a grave mistake, but on the Dao path, he could not afford to lose or retreat.
He threw all his chips on the table, pointing at Deng Chanyu and saying, "She is a immortal, I am also an immortal. The contest of the Dao cannot be retreated from. I will have a fight with her; it will determine both our victories and fates! I beg my master to grant me this."
"Master Teacher, please give Lu Xiong an opportunity!"
"Please be merciful, let Uncle Lu prove his Dao by himself."
Numerous cultivators from the nine dragon islands are all helping Lu Yue plead for mercy. Deng Chanyu used the Treasure of Mountains and Rivers to destroy the nine dragon islands, ruining their homes and years of cultivation. At this time, everyone is bottling up anger inside.
"All of you shut up!" Tōng Tiān Jiāo Zhǔ, who was thousands of miles away, saw Yuán Zǐ Tiān Zhēng's mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He waved his sleeve and silenced the words of all the disciples of Jié Jiào. He looked towards Nǚwā over there.
"What is your meaning, sister?"
Nǚwā did not respond to him and instead turned his gaze towards Deng Chanyu over there, "The Daoist cultivator who uses the Plague's path has suffered significant damage to his cultivation, but he is still above you. Do you have confidence in your own cultivation?"
To be honest, Deng Chanyu was not satisfied with Lǎo Zi's decision to beat both Lu Yue and his disciples, treating them as a group of leeches who keep cropping up to seek attention. If she couldn't wipe them out all at once, she would have to keep watching her back constantly.
She had promised to Shén Nóng that she would bring fewer diseases and less blood and tears of the innocent to the human world.
She couldn't prevent her name from being listed, so she had to deal with trash like Lu Yue as early as possible.
He will die, and the future of the human race will have fewer creatures to lose.
Deng Chanyu faced the direction of the Palace of Nuwa and said, "Disciple is willing to strike a decisive blow."
She is now a "Human Immortal" against a "Earthly Immortal," which spans nearly an Immortal realm.
Lu Yue was very treacherous, and it seemed that he had uncovered Deng Chanyu's young nature of love for face and easy temper. His words implied that the confrontation between him and Deng Chanyu should not involve others.
He took out an eight-trigram platform and pushed it out with his palm, watching it fly towards the Biyousi Palace: "This is a dispute on the path of my cultivation, and I dare not borrow any of Master's treasures."
Deng Chanyu indeed acted as he had expected. She coldly laughed a few times and took out the Treasure of Mountains and Rivers, placing it aside.
Using an eight-trigram platform that is of little use in the realm of combat, Lu Yue exchanged it for the Treasure of Mountains and Rivers, a clever but embarrassing move. However, there was no other way. Facing the Treasure of Mountains and Rivers, even most quasi-saints would be ensnared, let alone him.
He observed Deng Chanyu for a while, guessing that this disciple of Nuwa should not have any other treasures.
He had cultivated many treasures himself, despite his cultivation dropping significantly, he still had a significant advantage!
Lu Yue has cultivated for ten thousand years, an immortal with a comprehensive set of skills. He possesses treasures, weapons, spells, divine powers, and a steed.
He flicked his shoulders, shouted out loud, and unleashed his tri-headed and six-armed divine power.
He held two "Sword of Plague" in his two arms, while the other two arms respectively grasped "Xing Tian Seal" and "Ding Xing Wuan." Originally, he also had two treasures - "Plague Poison Umbrella" and "Plague Virus Bell," but unfortunately, they were both destroyed before. Now he can only empty his hands to cast spells and chant incantations.
Accompanied by his shout, the mount Jin Yan Tu, which was led by another of his disciples, Chen Geng, with four wind-swept hooves, flew to his side.
The mount is not a pet, so there is no need to carry it around.
Deng Chanyu took out the Fang Tian Huaji, but now she has no mount. The bear pup isn't even a spirit beast, let alone a celestial beast. Even if it were, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it wouldn't instantly fly over just by calling it. The bear pup doesn't have the abilities of Bái Zǐ, a quasi-saint.
Lu Yue sniffed at her long spear with disdain. It was merely some ordinary iron mixed with jing (gold) metal, which was nowhere near as good as the "Sword of Plague." He immediately acted magnanimously and said, "It seems you don't have a mount, comrade. Well, I too won't need one. Let's start right now."
Nuwa at the Palace of Nuwa "hmphed" in disgust, expressing her disdain. Tōng Tiān Jiāo Zhǔ was really on edge, and as he swept his gaze over Cháogō City, he found the bear pup eating grass and used his Nióng Yí Jīn Chóu to teleport it directly to the nine dragon islands.
Tōng Tiān, to prevent the other saints from looking down on him, slipped a crimson pill into the bear pup's mouth. In less than three breaths of time, the bear pup's entire body burst into flames, its slightly reddish fur turned into fiery red. Smoke rose from its hooves, and wings appeared on its sides. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a horse that was somewhat noble to a celestial steed. This breed was called Chì Yán Jū in Latin, and Yuán Zhòu Xīan Luó Xuān also had a horse of this type.
Lu Yue had gone all out, and Deng Chanyu dared not treat any saint with disrespect. She expressed her gratitude in a very respectful manner: "Thank you, Saint."
Tōng Tiān Jiāo Zhǔ lightly "mm"ed, indicating that he had heard it.
Nuwa waved her hand, and a new island appeared out of thin air.
She understood Deng Chanyu and knew that her apprentice was a standard warrior, who had an advantage in ground combat.
Deng Chanyu climbed onto the horse, and most of her martial arts were centered on horseback. It would indeed be inconvenient to fight in the sky.
The fire surrounding the bear pup had no effect on her at all. She patted the neck of her old pal, and the bear pup neighed twice, as if to say: What's happening? I was flying here unexpectedly and scared the hell out of me!
"Did you see the guy across? The one riding the camel. You go and bite the nose of that camel later."
It had been a long time since she had a proper single combat, and she was a bit nervous. The combat skills of Deng Chanyu's original body and the fighting desire of the Phoenix made her extremely excited.
Killing immortals with a mortal body was not the first time, and now, fighting an Earthly Immortal with a Human Immortal's body actually narrowed the gap compared to before.
She checked the five-color stone inside the bag to make sure it was correct, then secretly put the Fengtian Stone inside. After loosening the reins and lightly pressing on the horse's abdomen, she let the bear pup walk slowly on the island to adapt to its newfound power.
Deng Chanyu used a golden crown to gather her long hair, donned a Hundred Flowers Battle Robe, and draped an Phoenix Feather Cloak over it. Compared to the brownish-yellow Dao Robe, Lu Yue's fierce visage, three heads, six arms, and riding on a worn-out camel were quite different. She looked crisp and poised, radiant with spirit. Her blood-red war horse kept neighing, and the combination of her appearance and her steed was undeniably splendid.
