Lü Yue was so enraged that he dashed out of the cave, stepping two at a time, and shouted fiercely into the sky, "You young scoundrel, how dare you insult me!"
Deng Chanyu flicked her finger and strengthened her magic with the help of the mountain and rivers, where all kinds of fire, endless fire, from heaven, earth and man rushed towards Lü Yue.
Lü Yue is not one to wait passively for death. Seeing the flames were truly miraculous, he did not dare to procrastinate. He mobilized his Qingsong powers, brought his index and middle fingers together with his right hand, and a bell-shaped treasured artifact on the table flew up to his head. Immediately, more than a dozen rainbow rays descended, forming a protective firewall of light to resist the overwhelming flames that surged from all directions.
This is his divine plague bell, the key to which is the intense heat and toxicity.
"Ha ha ha——moron." Deng Chanyu laughed.
Lü Yue was baffled, unable to understand what she was laughing about.
Then, he saw a flash of red light in front of him, and suddenly, he was still unclear about what had happened when his divine plague bell was taken away by her with a strange rainbow light.
"This worthless item that has no conscience only knows how to refine such dirty things? It has polluted my divine light senselessly." Deng Chanyu spoke with extreme disdain in her tone.
This plague bell belonging to the element of fire is beneath her notice. Unlike Zhu Tiānlín's coma sword, this bell has been ritually practiced by Lü Yue for many years. The souls within the bell have no possibility of transcendence anymore, and even Di Zang's presence would be ineffective.
She spat out a red-yellow divine fire into her own red light, destroying this divine artifact directly as Lü Yue screamed in agony.
To refine, it is difficult; to destroy, it is easy.
Seeing Lü Yue's disciple Li Qi holding the "Irritating Banner" ready to engage in battle, Deng Chanyu waved her sleeve, "A broken bell, returned to you!"
The red-and-inflammatory plague bell, now turned into scrap metal, screamed as it shot out a streak of light. Li Qi rushed to dodge, but he was still cut off by the destroyed plague bell, losing an arm.
Deng Chanyu looked at her fingers, the broken bell had a strange shape and was not suitable as a hidden weapon. It was not comfortable to use and she missed the mark by a hair.
Lü Yue felt an intense heat in his heart as the divine artifact he had ritually practiced for many years was destroyed. A bitter taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
After several moves, Lü Yue and his disciples were completely defeated in front of Deng Chanyu who had the Map of the World.
"Master Lü, who is this person who dare to cause trouble in our Nine-Dragon Island?" Wangmo, one of the Four Friends of Nine-Dragon Island, hurriedly put on his robe and ran out of his cave barefooted to inquire.
Following him out were his good friends Yang Sen and Gao Yougan, as well as Li Xingba, riding his mount.
This Li Xingba is truly repulsive. His mount is a ferocious beast that sounds ordinary, but in reality, it is a humanoid beast with white fur, four limbs, and a tail that can stand upright.
Imagine a scene where a man dressed as a Taoist monk, holding a whisk, wearing a robe and cloud shoes, then like a child, sits on the neck of a wild beast that stands over two meters tall and walks upright. What kind of image can we conjure up?
Deng Chanyu saw this scene outside the island and nearly vomited the dinner she had eaten ten days ago; the look was just too ugly.
The four inner-door disciples, the four outer-door disciples, and the seven attendants of Jie Jiao School all have their own paths to follow. They are quite busy and have no time to care about the messed-up outer-door disciples. Lü Yue's title of "The First in the Jie School" is still intimidating on Nine-Dragon Island.
At this moment, besides the four friends of Wangmo, some Jie Jiao followers gathered over there one after another.
As the crowd grew bigger, Deng Chanyu loudly declared once more, "Lü Yue! Your disciples massacred innocent people, stole my divine artifact, destroyed my tea house, and even cruelly killed the Zhong Jia Yao master of the Zhen DAO. Why don't you commit suicide and apologize? What are you waiting for?"
Lü Yue's eyes flickered with a glint of malicious intent. This was the second time Deng Chanyu had said this, which indicated that there was indeed a cause-and-effect between them. The sages were above, and since she dared to say it in front of everyone, it was likely to be true with little room for argument. He looked coldly at Li Qi.
Fool, you've caused such a big trouble for me!
Li Qi had lost an arm and was covered in blood at this time. He couldn't see the malicious intent in his teacher's eyes.
"Your little girl who's still nursing is she aware that this place is a place of cultivation for my Jie Jiao School disciples? I have countless disciples in my school, so you'd better quickly retreat, or you'll regret it and let your family feel embarrassed. Hahaha——" Gao Yougan, one of the four friends, was clearly drunk. He was open-chested and drunk with alcohol.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. I'm only after Lü Yue."
As Deng Chanyu finished speaking, Yang Sen of the four friends immediately scolded, "Be quiet! What kind of identity are you, dare to mention Master Lü's name, and let us teach you what is meant by hierarchical order!"
With a quick swing of his sleeve, this guy, who was also hot-tempered, unleashed a brilliant white light from an "Open Heaven Pearl" towards Deng Chanyu in the sky.
By the speed, if there were no defensive measures, anyone hit would surely die.
"Fool, why do you want to die so eagerly?" Deng Chanyu had already completed the "procedure." Lü Yue's lineage had cause and effect, so it was okay to hit him randomly. Yang Sen, a passer-by like a Jie Jiao disciple,
attacked first, and her counter-attack was also justifiable.
She flicked her finger, and the eyesore Li Xingba with his ferocious beast, were moved by the Map of the World, instantly appearing in mid-air as a flesh shield to block the Open Heaven Pearl.
"Pu" - a sound. The chest of the humanoid ferocious beast was punched through from front to back, creating a transparent blood hole, and also breaking Li Xingba's leg.
The Daoist fell backward like an uprooted tree, before Yang Sen could help, his body was pierced through the spine by the sharp rocks on Nine-Dragon Island. After struggling twice, he died of suffocation.
Yang Sen let out a loud scream, waved his hand, and the blood-soaked pearl returned to his hand.
The "Open Heaven Pearl" thing may have a fearsome name, but it's actually a low-level divine artifact. Jie Jiao's Yang Sen and Wangmo can refine it, as can Zhen DAO's Shen Gongpao.
"Rat bastard, how dare you harm my Daoist friend?!” Yang Sen fumed, gestured and recited a spell, imbuing the Open Heaven Pearl with a thunderous law. He raised the divine artifact again.
Deng Chanyu looked towards the distance. Lü Yue was hiding in the back, obviously wanting to use these guys to test things out a bit.
The Open Heaven Pearl does not belong to the fire element, so the red light cannot be used. She immediately shook the Map of the World.
As soon as Yang Sen's Open Heaven Pearl was summoned, boundless flames surrounded him entirely. His robe was the first to burn away, followed by his skin, muscles, and bones.
With a scream, the Taoist was incinerated into ashes.
The Open Heaven Pearl, losing control, flew towards her and was easily received by Deng Chanyu in her bag.
"You wretched girl! To kill two of my fellow Daoists, you and I are at odds!," Wangmo, wearing a single-character sash and a water-joined robe, with a full-moon-like face, rode his carrier beast, the Bliten beast, whose four hooves trod on the clouds. Flying to mid-air, he reluctantly summoned the same Open Heaven Pearl as his comrade Yang Sen.
"You people have no new tricks, do you?"
Deng Chanyu joined her index and middle fingers together, and with a delicate hand pressed down, it started to rain lightly in Nine-Dragon Island.
"This rain is not ordinary, fellow Daoists, quickly take shelter!" Lü Yue hurriedly raised his plague bell umbrella to shield the rain, but as soon as the umbrella touched the raindrops, he realized something was amiss. These raindrops were particularly heavy; with just a dozen or so drops, his plague bell umbrella, which had been ritually consecrated with a million lives, showed signs of being unable to bear the weight.
Gao Yougan, who was in mid-air, had nowhere to escape. The rainwater hit his body, and at first, it only felt heavy. But within two breaths, Gao Yougan felt a strange smell coming from his body. His own magic was dissolving at an absurdly fast speed.
"Law power? This water can absorb law power, it's weak water! Quickly get away, this is weak water!" Lü Yue's knowledge was a bit stronger than the others. He knew the peril of this celestial adversary and hurriedly warned his fellow Daoists to take cover.
Wangmo didn't hear a word. He and his mount, the Bliten beast, were drained of all their law power by the weak water, fell from the sky, and were crushed into a pile of meat.
