Chapter 1506: Sneeze
deep sea.
A mass of grey mud floated on the dark sea.
Its direction did not seem to be fixed, drifting everywhere to the east, south, west and north, but compared with its position a day ago, it was now closer to Wuliang Mountain.
……
The Demon Corpse Clan was settled by Lu Yun in Wuliang Mountain. The originally busy port is now extremely deserted and the land is dilapidated, just like the aftermath of a great war.
"Did the demon king place us here to make us retreat? Or did he want to use the scene here to warn us that the demon race is not easy to mess with?"
The face of a Demon Corpse Clan general was filled with anger. He raised his foot and stomped hard on the ground.
The Demon Corpses around him were all silent, and they all took a few steps back, not daring to move forward.
This Demon Corpse Clan general was the one who discovered that something was wrong with Lu Yun and the other two. He used to be a big shot in the upper realm, and no one remembered his Taoist name. Only a nickname of "the divine fortune teller" was passed down in the world.
The fortune teller turned around and looked at his people, feeling unhappy. He had long discovered that normal war was not right, but none of these stupid people listened to him.
But since he was here, he might as well fight bravely. However, the self-righteous Xuanyuan Wuming did not listen to his advice. Relying on the fact that he was the executor of the will of heaven, he issued unrealistic orders.
However, all the consequences of the defeat now have to be borne by him alone.
gas!
"How are the tribesmen doing? Do they have any plans to go back?"
Several members of the Demon Corpse Tribe looked at each other for a long while before one of them said cautiously, "Sir, the tribe members are not in a good mood right now. They don't want to go back to the upper realm, nor do they want to stay."
"Then what do they want? Isn't the humiliation they have suffered in the spiritual world enough? Do they want to go somewhere else to suffer?" the fortune teller said angrily.
"That's... that's what they really think." Another member of the Demon Corpse Tribe said, "Now that they've suffered a defeat, they feel ashamed to go back. They might as well find a small world and end their lives there."
"That's bullshit!" The divine fortune teller shouted, "My Demon Corpse Clan is a noble race. Other cultivators cannot become a member of our clan even if they die. And they actually want to give up this noble honor!"
"It's better not to have such a tribesman!"
The divine fortune teller wavered his hand and said, "Go, tell those wavering people that they can leave voluntarily. From now on, they are not allowed to say that they are from the Demon Corpse Clan. Otherwise, I will chase them to the ends of the earth and destroy their souls!"
At the same time, a shapeless mass of mud gradually surged onto the beach from the seashore of Wuliang Mountain.
However, the silt's actions did not end there. After leaving the sea, the moisture in the silt gradually evaporated and finally turned into substances smaller than sand grains.
A gust of sea breeze blew, and all the sand grains floated into the air.
……
Some members of the Demon Corpse Clan began to gradually leave the camp. Seeing this, the demon clan in the distance hurriedly sent people back to the Yuntian Sect to report.
"Damn it, have these defeated zombies lost their minds? They even dare to leave the camp. Aren't they afraid of being reduced to ashes?" a pig demon grunted.
"Hehe, these brainless guys, their final fate is death, ahhh... A-choo!" A tiger demon sneezed.
"Hahahaha! After so many years of practicing Taoism, you still sneeze. This really makes me laugh to death! Aaah, A-choo!"
"Hahahaha! You're still laughing at me? You're the same!"
……
The fortune teller watched his tribesmen leave one after another, his heart filled with anger. Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly felt an itchy feeling in his nose.
"Ah!"
After sneezing, he found that a large piece of rotten flesh had fallen off his body.
So he hurriedly picked up the piece of rotten meat and put it back where it belonged.
"It's not easy for me to practice, how can I give up the Taoism that I have practiced for three hundred years just because of a sneeze?" The fortune teller complained: "But why? Why did I sneeze? This shouldn't be possible!"
"Sir, A-choo, those tribesmen really left like this, are we really... A-choo, really not going to stop them?"
"They chose their own path, so let them go..." The fortune teller suddenly covered his mouth and nose to prevent a sneeze from coming out: "Let them go, there's nothing to regret."
He turned and looked at the tribesmen around him.
"By the way, why are you sneezing too?"
"I don't know. Not only me, but many people in the tribe started sneezing. But this feels really good!"
"Hmph, count the remaining tribesmen who have not left, and tell them that they only have one chance to leave. Anyone who dares to leave next time will be killed. A-choo!"
……
After several days of rest, Lu Yun's body has fully recovered, and his "cultivation" with the four women has also returned to normal.
That day, he sat on the throne in Tianshe Palace and listened to the report from Tailor Wu.
"Master Demon King, the various tribes of the demon race have calmed down, and the demon kings have also begun to practice step by step, striving to improve their cultivation before the second catastrophe arrives."
"Very good, they..."
"Report!"
Before Lu Yun could finish his words, a demon ran into Tianshe Palace in panic.
"Why are you panicking? The sky isn't falling!" Lu Yun scolded.
"Master Demon King, it's bad. The people of the Demon Corpse Tribe are starting to leave one after another."
"What?" Lu Yun stood up hurriedly: "Tell me, what's going on?"
"Yes, Lord Demon King, just a few days ago, when we were patrolling, we suddenly saw people from the Demon Corpse Clan leaving the Demon Corpse Clan's base in groups of three or five."
"Are they all the Demon Corpses?" Lu Yun asked.
"Well, not yet. At least when I left, there were only about 10,000 Demon Corpses slowly leaving."
"Where did they go?"
"They went...A-choo, they went to the port of Wuliang Mountain. It seems that they are heading to the Western Spirit Realm."
"The West? That's Dugu Piaoling's territory. What are they doing there?" Lu Yun frowned and said, "Speaking of which, why would you, a demon from the spiritual realm, sneeze?"
“Maybe they got cold.” The demon said, “Master Demon King, we can’t let them leave. If something goes wrong, our spirit world has just returned to peace…”
"Tailor Wu, go get my big brother."
"Yes."
"And you, go find the eight demon kings and tell them what you just said to me!"
"Yes, Lord Demon King."
Lu Yun paced alone in the Tianshe Palace. He couldn't understand why the things that had been originally discussed with the Demon Corpse Clan would change when they came to the world.
Soon, the eight demon kings gathered in Tianshe Palace.
"Tell me, what do you think?" Lu Yun's eyes swept across the faces of each demon king.
"Hmph, in my opinion, they just want to start a war again. We must not let them go!" shouted the Bull Demon King.
"Yes, I also think that Brother Niu is right!" The Heavenly Demon King echoed.
"No, I think there must be a problem within their organization!"
"No matter what, let's go and take a look first!"
"Ah!"