Chapter 7: The God of Forgetful Worry, Meng Po’s Death Tea

Lu Zhao was surprised that the body of this ancient god was the fourth realm of the earth god just like him, but his karma was one level higher than himself, and the power in his body was even stronger than that of him, especially the cuneiform text in the shape of a black flame, the true meaning of death, the mystery of disasters, and almost played with the power of the people.

"This is the mark of the ancient god." Lu Zhao was secretly surprised.

In fact, when Lu Zhao saw that the other party could use the divine seal, he had already started to regret using divine thoughts to explore the other party. The awakening god must have the divine seal, but if you want to use the divine seal to fight, you need the power of your wish to drive it.

Although Lu Zhao understood what the Emperor Taixu said, he thought that these awakened gods were at most empty shells, so he was fearless and thought that the gap with the other party was not too big.

But this old woman was able to destroy the divine seal, and Lu Zhao was caught off guard.

If I had known this, I would not have investigated him rashly if I had beaten him to death.

Lu Zhao had a false god seal in his hand, and his attack power was no less than this kind of divine seal that had just woken up. However, when it comes to strength, he could not catch up with the ancient gods who could regard the divine seal as Mount Tai. But now he is facing the ancient gods.

Originally, Lu Zhao's divine cultivation had reached the level of concentrating his mind. Now, after a complete explosion and the advice of the God of Taixu, the ideas and operation steps have been improved. He was almost one step away from condensing the legendary "divine seal", which is the stepping stone for divine development. However, even so, in terms of rule understanding, he is still no match for the ancient gods, especially among the ancient gods who are famous for their death-type gods.

In fact, if Lu Zhao had not touched the edge of Shen Ze and had some foundation, he would have been left to escape now.

Although Lu Zhao was not afraid of a god with the peak of the Earth God, he could even use the divine seal, he couldn't help but be able to do so.

There are still a lot of troubles in him, and the divine problem has not been solved yet and may break out at any time.

But at this point, Lu Zhao had to bite the bullet and hold on. It was obviously unrealistic to "escape". As long as Lu Zhao's momentum was slightly weak, the old woman on the opposite side would definitely swallow him. The evil god could do anything.

With one move, Lu Zhao thought that he might not lose or win, but he was sure of one thing, that is, if he fled without fighting, he would definitely leave a shadow in his heart and block his path to the divine way.

boom!

With a loud bang, the entire sky turned over. This was the divine seal that the gods did not pass on. The higher the gods' understanding of the divine principles, the greater the power.

The curse bowl fell like it, destroying all things, like a canopy hanging down. I don’t know how many times stronger than the attack of ordinary Earth God.

Lu Zhao avoided his sharp edge, observed carefully, pinched the seal with both hands, decisively, and stroked the palm on his forehead.

"Since the old man looks down on me so much, I want to use the divine seal to test my cultivation level. I am not talented, so I can take you with the divine seal!"

"Junior, you are just a celestial cultivation level and do not have an ancient aura on your body. Obviously, you are not an awakened god. How could you have a god..."

Before the old woman could finish her last "seal", she was shocked by the scene in front of Lu Zhao's forehead and could not speak and was stunned.

Wow!

The two carved patterns on Lu Zhao's forehead slowly flashed, and the space trembled again.

Swish!

The two weapons' chopping marks were transmitted out of the engraving pattern and printed in the sky to block the spell bowl, but after blocking it, they disappeared silently. Although they could feel their existence, they could not determine their location.

There was only one curse bowl left in the air, but it was not a step to jump into the thunder pool.

"Hmph, a half-toned divine seal, which did not even condense into entities, wanted to resist my God of Forgetful Worry?"

It is called Forget-Wretch, but in fact it is death.

Although the old woman's tone was contemptuous, her heart was like a storm. Obviously, she didn't expect that Lu Zhao really had a divine seal. Even the unformed incomplete divine seal was enough to surprise her.

Surprise no matter how surprised it is!

The matter did not end there, and the runes on the mantra bowl began to be dismantled into small talisman characters, floated on the surface of the mantra bowl, and turned into black small insects, looking for a gap to swim towards Lu Zhao.

"Boy, go to die for me!"

Unprepared for a moment, the old woman had a better understanding of the rules. Lu Zhao was hit, and wisps of tiny black air hit the divine light shield three feet away from Lu Zhao's body like a tadpole.

The worms wrapped around Lu Zhao and turned wildly, causing a lot of tearing force, rolling around Lu Zhao's body, emitting the sound of disaster coming. However, in the shield, Lu Zhao looked at the old woman leisurely, his face still calm.

Just kidding, Lu Zhao's mud balls were filled with the aura of blessing, how could they care about this disaster? These tadpole-sized insects were even pulled out of the disaster. Before they had even condensed, they were dispersed by the aura of blessing above Lu Zhao's head, let alone descending on Lu Zhao.

"Is this the 'crabble bug'? It's interesting and quite surprising, but this level of disaster is useful to me?!" Lu Zhao also felt extremely strange in his heart at this time. Such a disaster bug would not cause any serious harm to him, but if he really encountered an ordinary top-notch divine, he would definitely not know how to die.

Quarre!

Just when Lu Zhao was about to disperse these tragic insects, a cheerful chirping sounded suddenly from the crow soul on his arm, carrying a desperate force up along Lu Zhao's arm, rushed out of the pattern of his arm, like a "bird pecking insect", capturing all the black gas attached to the surface of his arm, and swallowing it into his belly.

The old woman looked at the crow flying around Lu Zhao, and her face showed a look of shock, as if she had seen some monster. After screaming, her body turned into a ball of black mist and flew backwards.

"Raw!"

In the distance, the old woman flashed, her face pale, endured the severe pain in her soul, looked at the thin figure in front of her in horror, and asked in a trembling voice.

There is only one person in China who owns the Styx River Raven, and Lu Zhao's identity is about to emerge.

"You are the five-sided king Lu Zhao!" The old woman's face looked extremely ugly, and she spit out eight words word by word, and what greeted him was a pair of dark eyes.

The old woman had known the other party through the divine thoughts that Lu Zhao peeked at, but she didn't expect that the gentle-looking young man standing in front of her was the rumored Chinese god Lord - Wufang Dijun.

The old woman's eyes showed a hint of fear, but the person she feared was not Lu Zhao, but the crow soul on his shoulder.

Previously, the old woman saw Lu Zhao's rosy and healthy face and her long black hair naturally spread on her shoulders. At most, she was just a young man who had just grown up. However, the fluctuations of the qi veins that were integrated with the Chinese earth veins had already told her that she was extraordinary.

Although she knew that Lu Zhao did not condense the divine seal, she did not dare to be arrogant. Not to mention the raven on Lu Zhao's shoulder that "resisted" her merits, just saying that the massive amount of incense that Lu Zhao had hoarded in recent years would be able to kill her.

"Yeah? You actually know the name of this god." Lu Zhao shook the dust on his body and said calmly: "Since you know who I am, you should know that China is the territory I control. You dare to come here. It seems that your awakened god is determined to be an enemy of me!"

Lu Zhao asked himself that if he wanted to expel these dead auras, it would never be as easy as the crow soul. But since this unexpected joy happened, Lu Zhao would not think so much, anyway, it would be beneficial to take it.

"Fellow Taoist, it's Wu Ji who is rude. I apologize to you, but I hope you can let me swallow the souls of these people. After all, the gods of your human king lineage have always been decisive people. I believe they will not feel inappropriate about my behavior!" Wu Ji said.

The gods of the Human King lineage have an extremely prominent feature: protecting their weaknesses. That is, they have great care for their people. Any existence that hurts their people is the target of their severe crackdown.

Therefore, Wu Ji thought of the people who were harming Lu Zhao, and instantly decided that Lu Zhao was the god of the king's vein.

"Um?"

Lu Zhao couldn't help but feel funny. He, the god of the authentic immortal lineage, was misunderstood as the god of the human king lineage, but the misunderstanding was made, and it was convenient for him to hide his trump card. At this moment, he would give more explanations.

Then again, the first impression that the name Wu Ji gave Lu Zhao was very good. Except that Wu Shan was not Yun, it was about the ancient Wu Shan girl xxoo who was like an emperor and a fairy. What a beautiful picture.

But the old woman in front of her was also called Wu Ji. A sudden burst of stomach acid surged in Lu Zhao's throat, and even the chrysanthemum began to hurt slightly.

Lu Zhao endured the discomfort in his throat and said, "Wu... Wu Ji, why is it so awkward? Cough, Wu Ji, I won't say much about gossip. Since you know that I am a god of the human king's lineage, you should know the importance of our human king's lineage on subjects. Since ancient times, all human kings have abide by the ancient saying "Water can carry boats, and can also overturn boats". If even my own subjects cannot protect me, what face can I be like this human king?"

A clear voice sounded in the different space: "Fellow Daoist Wu Ji should have retreated because of the difficulties. Is it okay not to come to the territory of China after leaving? I'll ask for my poor subjects, okay?"

"Boy, don't think that I will spend my divine power to plant my will in these people. I will never let go if they don't let them die! "When the old woman saw that Lu Zhao was determined, she completely abandoned her docile mask and made an evil and annoying voice.

Lu Zhao's eyes changed: "Okay! Survive in nature and choose the strong. This is the natural truth. Since fellow Taoist has made up his mind, I won't say more, let's see the truth under my hands!"

Lu Zhao's eyes that seemed to contain the vitality and vitality between heaven and earth made Wu Ji realize that today would be the ending of both sides.

Wu Ji knew that if she was killed, the other party would get a considerable merit, and who would want her to be an evil god? But if she killed Lu Zhao, the benefits would be small. There is a clause in the law of fighting between gods.

She believed that as long as she killed Lu Zhao, she would gain a huge amount of vows, far one step beyond other ancient gods.

Although the raven on Lu Zhao's shoulder restrained her body, the raven was a young body after all. As long as she was careful and she could handle it easily.

"What a man king, what a five-sided divine king, you are the only divine god that the old woman has seen since she awakened, so I will show my respect."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ji's hands appeared in countless magic tricks on her chest, and seven or eight marks appeared from the luxurious sports car below, emitting a dark light.

These talisman seals were pulled by Wu Ji and gathered around her, slowly disappearing and turning into a black cloud. Her body wrapped around her rapidly expanding, filling the entire space she occupied.

"I have a set of sealing methods, which is a secret script of the underworld, called Mengpo Death Tea. Please give me a first-class title. I hope you will not disappoint you, fellow Taoist Lu Zhao." Wu Ji stabilized her mood, with no joy or sorrow on her face, and her body flashed.

As she said that, her right hand suddenly moved, pinching the magic formula, the divine seal between her eyebrows flashed and a tea tray transformed into the black clouds, filled with teapots and tea cups.

Wu Ji’s tea making moves are very elegant. When he puts this technique in a mortal tea shop, he is definitely a museum-level tea artist.

"Since the old man has such a good mood, I will give you a rating of your divinity." Lu Zhao hesitated for a moment and pinched his left hand behind him. If there was any danger, he would fight back immediately. In fact, the reason why he did not use some of his common methods in this battle was because he wanted to use the person in front of him to temper his divinity.

Otherwise, with just one move to the ground vein and the force limit, the old woman can be shot away.

At the same time, mortals driving sports cars felt something, as if something "dirty" was pulled out from above, and they were relaxed all over.

Zhuang Buwei is naturally no exception. These wealthy families believe in Feng Shui and ghosts.

Zhuang Buque thought of the scenes he had seen before about "I died in a traffic accident", and believed that a mysterious master passed by his head and relieved the disaster for himself.

No longer hesitated, and a sharp turn and beautiful whirlpool stopped on the side of the road.

"This...the blue sky and white sun, why is there a black cloud hanging in the air? Is it bad luck?"

Zhuang Buque, who stepped out of the car door, looked at the sky in horror. He let out a series of difficult moans in his throat, and cold sweat dripped along his forehead, and finally leaned on the car in dejected manner.

The young master from other competitions came from the audio, and the questioning question was asked, but how could Zhuang Buque have the time to listen?

His attention was already attracted by the vision above his head.

In the clouds, the photoelectric burst out, and there was no human form. The black air and purple light became more and more entangled. The clouds around the dark clouds in the sky were thrown away from all directions. The sand and dust in the nearby mountains and forests were emptied, and the world was in chaos.

Zhuang Buque was speechless with violent sounds and strange phenomena, staring at the strange phenomenon in front of him that he had never seen before.

In order to make a clearer spy, Zhuang Buque pulled his suit away and jumped onto the roof of the sports car to look out. Through a 50-fold telescope, he vaguely saw two human figures in the clouds. His body shook and almost fell off the car.

"This... are they still human?" he murmured.

...

"Please give me a first-class tea, Meng Po died." As she said that, her right hand suddenly moved, pinching the magic formula and snatching the tea cup.

The teacup flew away instantly, and bursts of sounds of breaking through the air came, as if it could break through the void.

Lu Zhao raised his right hand and gently pinched it. Suddenly, the strong wind around the teacup seemed to be a bubble, and was crushed by him with a bang.
To be continued...