Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

The saint's gaze made Nezha feel strange.

Turn your head.

Look at Yuan Hong who is striking the sky with thunder.

Yuan Hong almost used his body to bear the thunder. Although the long stick had been summoned, he still had to bear it with his body.

The lightning, which was as thick as a bucket, hit him, making a crackling sound and turning into countless tiny silver snakes swarming in all directions.

Then it became more and more dense.

Until the whole person was filled with thunder.

Nezha folded his hands and watched quietly, the silver armor shining brightly against the thunder.

The white gauze cloak behind him was rustling in the strong wind caused by the thunder.

Her hair was fluttering, and her face, which was still childish, became more and more handsome. Until now, Nezha has still not reached adulthood.

over the years.

He spent all the time practicing and fighting, but he didn't take any rest like this period.

The holy aunt made a slight move with her hand, and the top-quality innate spiritual treasure fell into her hands.

"Huh?" Nezha looked surprised.

But the holy lady who was holding the scabbard took the initiative to squat down and tie the demon-suppressing sword around Nezha's waist.

Although not an adult.

Nezha's height has surpassed that of Saint Aunt, reaching over 170cm.

Xiaoqi, a descendant of Nuwa, was surprisingly quiet this time, quietly watching everything the holy aunt did.

Get up.

Looking directly at Nezha, who was majestic at this moment, the holy lady smiled brightly again.

"Come back alive."

When her words finally fell, the thunder on the other side dissipated into nothingness.

Yuan Hong, whose whole body was charred, was stagnant in mid-air.

Nezha looked at the old mother and the holy aunt who was sending her son to the battlefield at this moment, and nodded heavily.

The wind, thunder and fire wheel appeared out of thin air under his feet, taking him flying in the direction of Yuan Hong.

Yuan Hong looked at Nezha approaching, his body shaking slightly.

The blackened ashes dissipated and he was replaced by his former armor.

With the blood of the red-armed horse monkey, Taiyi's thunder calamity could no longer cause him any harm.

"Go back to Xiqi."

Nezha didn't use too many words, just these two words were enough to convince Yuan Hong.

only......

Yuan Hong, who was about to answer just now, crossed over to Nezha and suddenly saw the distant saint's lips trembling slightly.

The moment Nezha's figure crossed his, his pupils tightened.

Yuan Hong quickly followed Nezha.

In a few seconds, it completely disappeared under the sky.

"Saint."

Xiaoqi, a descendant of Nuwa, raised his head and looked at the holy aunt, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Are we really leaving here?"

Shenggu turned to look at Xiao Qi, stretched out her hand and touched her little head and said: "Xiao Qi, you have reached the age of adulthood. It is time to get in touch with the responsibilities of Nuwa's descendants, just like Nezha. ."

"Leaving this time..."

"I won't help him anymore."

"How is that possible!" Xiao Qi's pupils dilated, "Shenggu, do you really want to do this?"

"Didn't you say that Nezha's matter is very difficult? Why did you say that you wouldn't help him anymore?"

The Holy Aunt shook her head and smiled bitterly: "What this child will go through next does not need us to deal with it. My task now is to take you out of here and watch you go through the responsibilities that Nuwa's descendants should perform."

"Xiaoqi..."

The Holy Aunt sighed and pointed at Xiao Qi's forehead, and said softly: "I will take out the Holy Spirit Bead that restrains your growth now, and then the accumulated cultivation will be released in an instant, and then you will leave Nuwa Temple..." ..."

"Go to prehistoric times..."

"Aunt Saint, I don't want to go." Xiao Qi wiped her tears.

"No." Saint Aunt said, "I will follow you, but I will not help you unless it is absolutely necessary. This is your mission."

"Just like the previous descendants of Nuwa."

"but me......."

"It's also time to find the next Saint Aunt."

Xiaoqi: "!!!"

........

Xiqi.

Gao Ming and Gao Jue commanded their soldiers to guard outside Xiqi City.

In front of them were the soldiers led by Jiang Ziya.

They were receiving soldiers from the Shang Dynasty.

"The mountains are blocked by heavy snow, this Jiang Ziya is really capable."

Gao Jue looked at Jiang Ziya in the prime minister's attire in front of him, and for a moment he changed his initial opinion in his heart.

"Gao Jue, I always feel that this way of fighting is too inhumane."

Gao Ming sighed and said: "Although war will inevitably kill people, Prime Minister Jiang's method is obviously no longer a war between mortals."

"I understand your idea."

Gao Jue glanced at the soldiers behind him who looked at Jiang Ziya like gods, and said in a low voice: "But I have to say that for mortals, Prime Minister Jiang's method is indeed the easiest to win people's hearts."

Ordinary mortals fear gods.

Especially now that Jiang Ziya can defeat tens of thousands of merchant troops without spending a single soldier.

The shock brought by this is enough to blind ordinary mortals.

"According to what Brother Nezha said, this is equivalent to a miracle." Gao Ming curled his lips and said, "Jiang Ziya will bear all the credit and karma alone."

Here Gao Ming directly calls Jiang Ziya by his first name.

Even the Prime Minister didn't want to call him.

Moreover, whether Jiang Ziya's actions can gain merit or not is another matter.

But karma cannot be escaped.

Gao Jue looked up at his brother, and then looked at everyone around him warily.

After noticing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now Jiang Ziya's reputation has reached an extremely terrifying level through this battle.

Their words and deeds still need to be paid attention to.

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Xiqi Hou Ye's Mansion.

The divination symbols danced on the table, and over time they finally formed their proper patterns.

"Is this... serious?"

Xibo Hou Jichang stared blankly at the hexagrams that appeared on the table at this moment. What this great victory brought was not an auspicious omen but a bad omen.

He was so frightened that he quickly picked up the coins and continued divination.

Click, click, click...

There was another sound of coins spinning, and Xibohou watched the final pattern appear.

The sadness on his face finally diminished a little.

"Isn't it true that the great evil is targeting individuals rather than forces?"

"What did that person say?"

With doubts, Xibohou once again performed divination.

After three times in a row, I finally figured out what happened.

"turn out to be......."

"This victory is Xiqi's victory, not Prime Minister Jiang's."

"Because of this killing, Prime Minister Jiang will suffer an upcoming murder."

"But...there is another person who can be favored through this killing."

"Who is this person?"

Xibohou was just thinking about continuing his divination, but he never wanted to touch the coins on the table.

The coin shattered into pieces.

This frightened Xibohou: "Is this God warning me not to leak the secret?"

Xibohou did not dare to continue divination.

I can only let it go.

But Xibohou was satisfied with these results. After all, it was not Xiqi who suffered the disaster.

As for Jiang Ziya.

The latter is an immortal, and Xibohou has divined for him that it will bring great misfortune and good fortune.

No matter what happens, he will be saved by many noble people in the end.

And the nobleman from Xibohou has also arrived now.

"Master Hou!"

"Little General Nezha is back!"