Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 975
This night, the moon was like a hook, and the Antique Street area was quiet, with no lights. Some ordinary people who came to see the excitement took pictures outside the cordon and pointed out that there was a big news.

In the emptied block, there were still monks stranded, as if they were waiting for something.

When a few hidden figures landed in front of the ruins of the Spring River Pavilion, they sat in meditation in shock. The monks who were chatting immediately cast their gazes over, and when they found that they were not the people they were expecting, they went about their own business as if nothing had happened.

The group of people who came were three supernatural powers and the housekeeper, driver Ahua, and You An who were restrained by them.

The butler and Ahua were locked up, unable to use force or speak, and could only be manipulated by them. Youan was more restricted, because she had almost knocked out a certain supernatural power when she made a move before, so she controlled it once. She, she was imprisoned in a Lingbao-level cage, sealed by Yan Changqing and a dozen other supernatural powers.

In order to restrain Jiang Yan, they even brought this cage.

Another half a moment later, Yan Changqing, Dong Lao and Lei Cheng arrived with Jiang Yan in their arms.

The group of monks who opposed during the day were given an excuse and transferred to a certain house to discuss how to break the formation. Those who stayed here tended to use ginger smoke to break the formation, so seeing this situation, no one jumped out Uphold morality.

Elder Dong followed the process like an authentic, "Jiang Xiaoyou voluntarily broke the battle with her own body in order to soar, try the truth, whether it succeeds or not, we will always remember her contribution, Jiang Xiaoyou, what do you think?"

Jiang Yan immediately searched for the butler. Ahua and Youan, seeing Youan curled up in that dangerous cage with her eyes closed, felt distressed and murderous, biting her lip, slowly and Nodding his head firmly, "I voluntarily break the formation with my own body, and I hope you can keep your promise."

The three people guarding her backed away a little, and let her walk towards the ruins of the Spring River Pavilion.

Yan Changqing's eyes didn't fluctuate. For the sake of the road to ascension and longevity, for himself, and for the cultivation civilization of the Cloud Piercer Realm, he doesn't mind doing this cruel act of forcing the juniors to sacrifice their lives.

When Jiang Yan took out the dagger, he said the first words of the night, "Go with peace of mind, the demolished Spring River Pavilion will be rebuilt, and we will recruit disciples for you, so that the Spring River Pavilion will continue to exist."

Jiang Yan stepped on the gravel and rubble, her feet hurting, and even her heart felt uncomfortable, as if buried in sharp and heavy stones.

"No need." She still doesn't understand why unprovoked disasters have fallen on her head. Seeing these monks who expect her to die, she doesn't want to figure it out anymore. She is ashamed of her master and failed to pass on the Spring River Pavilion.

I am also ashamed of Youan, if she hadn't protected herself at that time, she could have left, and she wouldn't have to suffer now.

Jiang Yan took a final breath, exhaled slowly, and then inserted the blade into his heart, drawing a long mark, blood staining his clothes.

She put her hand into the wound, and pulled her heart out with force, and the tension of the monks was also pushed to the extreme, and the excitement was ready to come out.

However, no change.

"Nothing happened!"

"Is it a mistake?"

"It really is a rumor."

There was a lot of complaints in the empty block, but Yan Changqing didn't speak. He was the first to keenly sense something was wrong, as if some kind of force was breaking free.

"Back!" He yelled and flew into the air. At this moment, the heart in Jiang Yan's hand burst out with brilliance, and lines that matched it continued to emerge on the ground. The opened monks were twisted into minced meat, scattered into a cloud of blood mist.

"How is this going?"

The supernatural beings standing high in the air were pleasantly surprised, some were suspicious, some shouted that the secret of ascension to heaven was about to be revealed, and some thought that the crisis was about to come, and they really became a mess.

Looking at Jiang Yan's whole body again, there is nothing but reality, as if countless mirrors are shattering.

Someone exclaimed, it turned out that there was a crack under her feet, and a terrifying breath came up from below, making them think that some kind of extremely dangerous seal had been opened.

"No, Yan Changqing, is this really the secret of ascension?"

"Fart, I think there must be a demon born!"

The monks felt deceived, and kept throwing questions to Yan Changqing, who asked someone to bring the ancestor of the Qian family to make him speak clearly.

The patriarch of the Qian family squinted at the scene that was about to fall apart, and laughed loudly, "That's right, when she is willing to cut her heart, the world will restart. Come on, this is exactly what I saw on Wanku Road!"

"Think about it carefully, no matter how I look at it, I don't think this is a good sight!" Elder Dong's heart beat wildly, with a lingering bad feeling, he really didn't believe his words.

"What a fuss, I think that the mystery of ascension should be so thrilling!"

Jiang Yan was still standing there strangely, with pity in her lowered eyes.

At this time, she seemed not to be a young man, but a vicissitudes of soul that had returned, watching everything indifferently.

The cultivator holding the small cage sank his hands, looked down, and saw that the little doll opened his eyes. He couldn't tell whether the little doll's eyes were filled with relief or sadness, and he felt weird, "Little thing, how about it?" Time, when the matter is over, I will let you go!"

Suddenly, the cage slipped away and shattered into pieces in mid-air. The little doll inside grew taller like a stick!
When everyone was alert, she was already walking towards the center of the accident, the corners of the black robe on her body drew an elegant arc, and wherever she walked, the turmoil calmed down, like a philanthropist sympathizing with the world.

Lianwei came to Jiang Yan, not an inch away.

The wind and sand outside the Ten Thousand Caves has been floating for tens of thousands of years, and the countless roads in the Ten Thousand Caves have been silent for tens of thousands of years. In Zhan Changfeng's eyes, stone tablets rising from the ground record those forgotten events.

Is an innate holy spirit who is only in the realm of life and death really qualified to be named the God of Wealth who is in charge of the two or three days and billions of stars in the world of fortune?

the answer is negative.

Unless there is another truth.

This truth is on the stone tablet that popped up in due course within today.

It turned out that the innate holy spirit born from fortune was named Lianwei after being accepted as a disciple by the Pavilion Master of the Spring River Pavilion.

In addition to practicing space techniques, Lianwei has self-developed the divine way. With the Spring River Pavilion spread all over the Xuantian and Star Realms, his beliefs have returned to the void for thousands of years. Overwhelming all the cultivators on the Nine Ranking List, against countless powerhouses in the Heavenly Court and the Demon Court, becoming the No. 1 under the Nine Heavens Quasi-Saints.

When the God Dynasty had just passed away, the Demon Court and the Heavenly Court were divided into nine heavens, and Xuantian happened to belong to the Demon Court, so he was recruited by the Taihuang God and appointed as the God of Wealth to spread the wealth of the Demon Court.

That year, the Taihuang God failed to refine the Destiny Astrolabe and was criticized by the Heavenly Court. She was attacking the realm of myriad calamities in the Cloud Piercer Realm.

(End of this chapter)