Journey to the West: At the beginning, Li Er was mistaken for his father

With this flying knife in hand, Li Xiudao and Yang Jian already knew it.

Even though there is still a big gap between the two of them, they are already qualified to appear on the same table.

If Yang Jian had spare energy like before, he might shoot himself in the foot with a stone.

Once the Immortal Slayer and Flying Knife were completed, Li Xiudao's confidence suddenly increased, and he became more calm when speaking.

"True Monarch Erlang, your nephew Chen Xiang has already joined Li's sect.

Seriously, you and I are not outsiders, so how about we stop talking? "

For him, Yang Jian is far from being the target of a final battle like Buddhism, and there is even a possibility, since the purpose of practicing this time has been achieved.

It doesn't make much sense to keep fighting.

After hearing Li Xiudao's words, Yang Jian closed his third eye, but his two phoenix eyes became more serious.

In terms of arrogance and arrogance, Yang Jian will never lose to anyone.

With a clear heart, he believed that Li Xiudao's words were true.

But based on these words, there is no such cheap reason to want Yang Jian to back down directly.

Don't say that Li Xiudao's Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is not the authentic one that Lu Ya used back then.

Even if it was Lu Ya who sacrificed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

You can kill Yuan Hong and Yu Yuan during the Battle of the Conferred Gods, but you may not be able to kill yourself who has practiced for thousands of years.

Moreover, Yang Jian has been invincible for thousands of years, and Yang Jian is also very lonely. It is really itchy to meet an opponent who is worthy of a battle.

Not having a good fight is really not fun enough.

The scene with Monkey King 500 years ago was not enjoyable enough.

It's... the third sister...

Looking at the sleeping San Shengmu, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and then quickly relaxed them.

The connection of Li Xiudao's qi machine and the Three Holy Mothers is indeed a little troublesome, and if he is a little careless, it is easy to implicate the Third Holy Mothers.

But he is not helpless.

Spread the five fingers of his left hand, and grab it casually, and a lotus-shaped lampstand appeared in Yang Jian's hand.

There is no need to urge it with special force, just a movement of the mind, and the lotus lantern will broadcast a faint light by itself.

The light spread away like water, and the turbulent vitality in the space due to the fight between Li Xiudao and Yang Jian immediately calmed down.

Although the precious lotus lamp is not among the four lotus in the prehistoric times, its supernatural powers are by no means superior to any innate spiritual treasure.

In terms of killing power alone, it may not be as good as Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword.

But its infinite magical effect is not comparable to the three-pointed two-edged sword used in pure fighting.

Let go of the lotus lamp, and passed on the consciousness of protecting the Three Virgins. Yang Jian shook his muscles and looked at Li Xiudao with ease.

"Now, nothing will affect us."

His aura was like a sharp blade, pointing straight at the sky, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife sensed his fighting spirit, and trembled endlessly to echo it.

"That would be a pity."

Li Xiudao sighed, and also released the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, slowly swallowing the aura, accumulating momentum.

Since Yang Jian insisted on doing this, he had no choice but to do so.

It's just that this time, it must no longer be the previous temptation with mutual reservations.

Seeing that the two sides are about to fight again.

At this time...

Suddenly behind Li Xiudao there was a sound of "嘤咚". The sound was soft, like a thin thread, which seemed intermittent.

But Yang Jian, who had experienced many battles, was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning, looking forward with a face full of disbelief.

She fell into a deep sleep for more than ten years, as if she would be like this until the end of time, the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her pale jade cheeks.

Unexpectedly, he woke up and turned around.

"Third sister...!!!"

Yang Jianfeng's eyes were filled with tears, and the mana that had been stimulated to the extreme lost control, and almost ran away in the body.

Not long after the mother of the two, Yao Ji, gave birth to the three siblings, she was suppressed under Taoshan Mountain, and the eldest brother died in an accident.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan grew up dependent on each other. As an elder brother, Yang Jian naturally took care of Yang Chan, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is half brother and half father.

Back then, Yang Chan was in love and became obsessed, Yang Jian had no choice but to imprison her here. It is not difficult to imagine her mood at that time.

Now that Yang Chan woke up unexpectedly again, how could he have the heart to continue to entangle and fight with Li Xiudao.

Yang Chan and Li Xiudao are now connected through Qi Sha.

Li Xiudao noticed any changes in Yang Chan before Yang Jian did.

Released his spiritual thoughts to check inside and outside of Yang Chan's body, and Li Xiudao grasped the situation on her body in an instant.

"I see."

Earlier, there was a tug-of-war going on inside Yang Chan, the Three Holy Mothers.

One end is her life-long cultivation base change of love, and the other end is her own Dao Xin.

Relying on the restraints arranged by Yang Jian, the two sides managed to maintain a delicate balance.

And Li Xiudao's intervention, although it only refined the evil spirit for a moment, it just happened to break the balance, allowing Yang Chan's primordial spirit to see the flaw and escape.

In addition, although Li Xiudao refined the evil of love, it enriched the source of the fire of humanity.

But at the same time, the fire of humanity also affected Yang Chan's mana and spiritual sense, and when facing the evil spirit, she was no longer as helpless as before.

Finally, Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, came at the right time and protected Yang Chan's soul and consciousness with a lotus lantern.

The lotus lamp was originally the magic weapon for Yang Chan to practice life and death. Before that, it was because her spirit and soul were all used to fight against the evil spirits, and she had no time to use it.

But now there is a sliver of spiritual thought left, which happens to have a reaction with the lotus lamp.

Such a variety of conditions, any lack of one, will not cause the current situation.

"You are……"

As soon as the magic power was withdrawn, Yang Jian was about to use the evasion method to move to Yang Chan's side, when he saw Yang Chan's black eyes were full of blankness.

There is no sign of the joy of recovering from a coma and seeing relatives and friends at all.

After looking around for a week, his gaze finally stopped on Yang Jian. After some time, Yang Chan spoke softly, not quite sure.

"Second brother?"

Yang Jian's magic power froze for a moment, as if someone had punched him hard on his chest, he was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood because he was a master of mystical skills.

Hastily released his divine sense to sense it, even if Yang Jian has practiced for thousands of years, his Taoist heart is as stable as a rock, and he is a little out of balance at this time.

Amnesia, which is basically impossible for mortals, actually happened to my sister, a fairy.

Li Xiudao shook his head. Yang Jian's concern is chaotic, but he can easily understand it.

The reason why the evil spirit is difficult to deal with is not only because it contains all the cultivation bases and deeds of the Three Holy Mothers who have practiced for thousands of years.

It is also because her memories of the thousand years of experience have also been transferred into it.

What is left is only the soul and the enlightened Taoist heart like a blank sheet of paper.

Only when Yang Chan refines the spirit of love again, can she return to the original Three Holy Mothers.

With her own intervention, Yang Chan certainly woke up early.

But memory and cultivation are still trapped in love.