Chapter 218: King Zhou mentions poetry and the saint’s wrath, and the miasma annihilates the woman in yellow clothes by the lake

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In the seventh year of King Zhou, in the spring of February, the princes Yuan Futong and others on the 72nd Road in Beihai rebelled, the Taishi Wenzhong’s Northern Expedition;
On March 14th, the Prime Minister gave a performance and asked King Zhou to go to the Nuwa Palace to pay homage to the birth of the Nüwa Empress, and talk about the merits of the Nüwa Empress for repairing the sky;
King Zhou, the emperor of Shang, readily agreed, and ordered to celebrate in the Song City, every family burned incense and set fire, and every household made colorful decorations.
King Zhou led three thousand iron horses and eight hundred imperial forests, escorted by Wucheng King Huang Feihu, accompanied by Manchu civil and military, all the way to the Nuwa Palace.
A catastrophe that affected the gates up and down, kicked off the curtain...
Yang Jian is not here, otherwise he will definitely find all kinds of unusual things. For example, the King Zhou, who was still sane and clear-minded to worship the Mother Nuwa, why did a fragrant breeze suddenly blow, like a ghost suddenly lost his mind?
Speaking of which, King Zhou was in his prime at this time, with a handsome face and extraordinary tolerance, and the emperor's air he had cultivated since childhood, and he was quite an emperor.
How can such a character be fascinated by a statue?
Moreover, the so-called Nüwa Empress’s birthday is inherently unusual; when is Nüwa Empress’s birthday? Few people know Nuwa Empress’s heels and feet, let alone her birthday!
Where is the Nuwa Palace?
It was just a palace outside Chaoge City to worship the Mother of the Human Race. King Zhou had never visited before, but today he was persuaded to come here to offer incense.
If you think about it carefully, there are many problems.
It is a pity that Yang Jian is now trapped in the tomb of Luzhou Xuanyuan in Beiju and missed the ‘opening ceremony’ of this catastrophe.
If Yang Jian was here, with the supernatural power of his divine eyes, perhaps he could find some clues.
Regardless, the enfeoffment of the gods arrived on schedule; Yang Jian had forgotten the year and month of the "King Zhou's Poems" before, and it was not a big deal to delay some time in Xuanyuan's grave.
After all, from the time King Zhou angered Nuwa to the end of the Conferment of Gods, there were still twenty-eight years in total. The Conferred Gods War was also proceeding step by step, and Yang Jian still had plenty of opportunities to use.
He couldn't go to Nanzhou, and he didn't know what happened in Nanzhou at this time, let alone see the magnificent situation of the cloud pressing down and integrating into the earth.
At this time, Yang Jian was really the most embarrassed moment after entering the predicament.
He is clever and smart. He came up with the idea of ​​using that Lingbao gourd to make a ‘boat’, and using the theory of later generations he knew, he made a ‘jet’ gourd to ride out the miasma lake.
But never expected that there should be others here!
This person was able to ignore the poison of the Miasma Lake and appeared directly beside the gourd, grabbing the gourd in his hand, and effortlessly captured his dignified Erlang Manifestation.
They all came out to mess, doesn't Yang Jian want to be silly?
Yang Jian was sitting in the gourd and hiding his face for a while, but he was amused by himself; so far, looking at his previous plan, he was really a bit ‘big wise as stupid’ and he was stupid.
The girl holding the gourd slowly flew towards the Miasma Lake, the golden scissors hanging around her waist held up a circle of golden light, completely blocking the Miasma from her body.
She was quite content at this moment, smiled slightly, and narrowed her big eyes.
"Little nephew, make a discussion."
Yang Jian's voice came from the gourd, a little dull, and some lingering depressed.
Yang Jian said: "I don't know who the senior is? Why is it counted on me. I came here to hunt for treasures without any harm, just want to add a bit of strength."
"Of course you have no intention of harming others, but the two teachings have seen the catastrophe coming, and your strength is too strong. How do we respond?"
The girl said very lightly, "Little nephew, you just stay in the gourd honestly. I won't hurt you. If you leave you here for hundreds of years, you will naturally be released."
Yang Jian was at a loss for words.
He didn't have any fear, he just felt that he was too aggrieved to be locked down or to die like this.
It was purely played by myself!
"Hehe," the girl in yellow shook Yang Jian's gourd and smiled: "The quasi-sages of the three monster races are about to find this side. Although this Miasma Lake is famous, it can’t hurt the quasi-sages, you Can you tell why?"
Why are you still talking about Dao?
But Yang Jian groaned twice, and replied, "This Miasma Lake is not only transformed by the blood of the mysterious tortoise, it is actually the way of the mysterious tortoise that is unwilling to disperse between the heavens and the earth. This way is quite deep, but it is breaking into the Miasma. Lakers, if they are contaminated with these miasma, if their own way is not strong, they will be assimilated and destroyed by this way."
The yellow girl was a little surprised, her big eyes blinked and looked at the gourd, "What did your master tell you?"
Yang Jian did not answer, and continued: "Lingbao is the treasure that gave birth to its own spirit. It is self-contained and protected by heaven, so it is not afraid of the mysterious tortoise way of the lake."
After speaking, Yang Jian curled his mouth, "Such obvious things, that is, the wild guesses of the miasma spirits, will they think that this is pure miasma and poisonous."
"You..." The girl in yellow chuckled lightly, "It's really smart."
"It's not clever but was mistaken by cleverness." Yang Jian sighed, and simply fell into the hands of others, so he sat down cross-legged, and began to practice and comprehend for himself.
He had already lost control of this Lingbao Gourd. After all, it was a temporary refining, and he was only a reluctant imperial emissary, and he could not reach the state of consonance with a pointed spear.
The girl in yellow flies very slowly. The depth of the Miasma Lake is unknown, but her direction is very firm.
Next to the Miasma Lake, three figures slowly emerged. Behind these three figures, the nine lands are falling apart, and the miasma spirits on the land are also turning into colorful miasma.
The quasi-sage power, the strongest realm under the sage, its supernatural power is far beyond Yang Jian at this time.
The low cultivation base also limited his imagination.
These three figures hesitated, and they already saw the yellow-clothed girls struggling to flee in the Miasma Lake; each hesitated a little, but decided to ask about it.
In order to find out the true inner entrance in the shortest time, the monsters suffered heavy losses. More than one hundred monsters were injured, and dozens of monsters are still trapped in various caves.
Moreover, their luck was pretty good, and they encountered the real passage after half of their luck; after finding the passage, the three ancestors immediately rushed to this place, overcoming obstacles all the way, the five-colored miasma naturally couldn't threaten them again.
But this miasma lake, if there is no spiritual treasure to protect you, you can't enter in idle.
That Xuangui was involved in good fortune during his lifetime, and several saints joined hands to cut off its limbs. How strong is it? The way it left behind, containing resentment and anger, ordinary quasi-sages did not dare to try lightly.
The beautiful woman and the old woman did not speak, the demon quasi-holy warrior took a half step forward and shouted: "Dare to ask which fellow Daoist is here? The power of the previous stars is caused by the fellow Daoist?"
"Huh?" The yellow-clothed girl turned her head and glanced at the shore of the Pleiades Lake, and said with a grin, "Go away."
It is very domineering.
Yang Jian heard the conversation in the gourd, and after thinking about it for a moment, he knew that the powerful monster race was catching up.
If he hadn't been blocked by this yellow-clothed girl before, maybe he would have crossed the Miasma Lake by himself now, and had gained the legacy of the mysterious turtle!
No matter, it's too late to say anything now. Winning or losing is a commonplace of the military, let alone being planted in the hands of Zhunsheng.
On the shore, the word'roll' can be described as fresh, refined and shocking~EbookFREE.me~ The three ancestors of the demonic tribe suddenly became angry, but they saw the yellow-clothed girls walking freely in the Miasma Lake. Knowing this is not easy.
The monster war commander said in a deep voice: "Friends of the Daoist are too unwilling to put my monster in their eyes. I, Long, also played for the two demon kings before driving, and I have seen too many arrogant people. Mysterious arts reach the sky, but they still die."
The girl in yellow rolled her eyes and continued walking in the lake, but she ignored her.
In the gourd, Yang Jian smiled and said: "If it is three to one, the seniors may not get any benefits, so let's reply to them. Just say, I saw me before, but I was swept away by a mysterious light, and I don't know where I went. "
"There is so much nonsense. Didn't you do something in the end?" The girl in yellow said that Yang Jian couldn't refute it.
The three demon ancestors on the bank discussed it, and the beautiful woman shouted again: "Has fellow Taoists ever seen the sky full of stars?"
"It's really annoying!" The yellow-clothed girl turned her head and reprimanded, "I've seen you! Are you just here to find the guy who teaches you? I entered this place before him, and when I turned around, I saw him breaking into the Miasma Lake without his own means. !"
"Where is he now?!"
"I don't know, I was swept away by a mysterious light!" The girl in yellow cursed angrily: "Don't dare to talk nonsense with me, I will take your skin and flesh, and use your bones to feed the dog who teaches the kid!"
Yang Jian held his forehead with one hand, how could this girlish voice know everything?
Which might be the one who has captured yourself...
The three Yaozu ancestors were hesitating, when Xuanyuan's tomb suddenly began to shake, as if the whole earth was shaking.
Not as if, but indeed.
For some reason, the land of Wubuzhou suddenly began to tremble, and an indescribable majesty filled the sky and land beyond Nanzhou!
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