The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Seeing more and more heavenly soldiers gathering at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Zhixia pulled Xie Zezhi and ran up the mountain. Even when the heavenly soldiers tried to stop them, they only managed to fend them off and did not harm them at all.

These heavenly soldiers all survived the war between gods and demons, and she couldn't do anything to them.

The two ran to the top of the mountain, but their way was blocked by a cliff.

"Now it's time to discover the secrets of martial arts." Jiang Zhixia said while looking into the pitch-black abyss.

"What martial arts secrets?"

"The book says that you can find martial arts secrets at the bottom of the cliff. Xie Zezhi, be brave and jump down to take a look. What if something happens? Right?"

"You still have thoughts about these things at this time. Are there no cliffs on Dongyao Mountain?"

"Yes, I have always suspected that there are either treasures or martial arts secrets at the bottom of the cliff. But I don't dare to jump, I'm afraid of falling to death."

Xie Zezhi: Am I not afraid of co-writing?

"Jiang Zhixia, where are you going to escape?" Zhao Linguang caught up quickly. He cast a spell to immobilize Mo Jianxu and others and tied them with immortal ropes, and shouted: "Hand over Xie Zezhi, and I will let you and Lingqing and the others go."

Jiang Zhixia sneered, turned around, grabbed Xie Zezhi's neck, and pinched his throat with one hand, "You let him go first, or I will kill him."

Zhao Linguang was furious, "I warn you not to mess around. You are cornered now, why don't you just surrender?"

"Come if you can! If you dare to touch them, I will let Zhaoheng be buried with you. You can weigh it yourself and decide whether the lives of these gods are more valuable or that of Zhaoheng!"

"Okay, I'll count one, two, and three. How about we let him go together?"

"You have too many hostages over there, it's not fair!"

Zhao Linguang was impatient and gritted his teeth, preparing to let Liu Mosi and Lin Yi go first.

A heavenly soldier next to him couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and said, "General, we are not here to capture Master Jiang!"

Zhao Linguang:......

"I say you, Old Zhao, are far behind your coach." Jiang Zhixia smiled and said, "If he hadn't died in that battle, you wouldn't have had the chance to take over. It's a pity that there are so few immortals that I can use in heaven, otherwise With your simple mind and well-developed limbs, you can still control the heavenly soldiers? What a joke. Be careful of being used as a pawn without realizing it."

"You!" Zhao Linguang was furious. He dragged Lu Chennian out, held his sword against him, and threatened: "If you don't hand over Xie Zezhi, I will kill him. Do you want that useless person, or do you want your disciple who has a clear spirit?" Think for yourself.”

"You are also a military commander after all. What's the point of taking a loose immortal with no magic power as a hostage? Let's challenge him one on one if you dare!"

Zhao Linguangxin said that if he could survive the fight, he would go there in the morning.

He and Jiang Zhixia fought several times. The first time she broke his arm, and the second time she broke his ribs. Now that I see her, I feel a dull pain in my ribs.

And Jiang Zhixia didn't even understand why he had been entangled with her for so long but didn't do anything even though he clearly had magic power.

The two stood in a stalemate on the edge of the cliff, neither letting the other go.

"Jiang Zhixia, don't delay any more. Who should you choose?" Zhao Linguang raised his hand and lifted the immobilizing spell on Lu Chennian, "I'll give you some advice, sir."

Lu Chennian wanted to know who she would choose more than him, but he didn't know what to say.

But I heard Jiang Zhixia chuckle twice, and then said with a serious face: "No choice! What if the Three Realms are destroyed, it will be yours, but mine?"

"Wait a minute..." Zhao Linguang didn't react, "I asked you to choose someone, how come the Three Realms were destroyed?"

"I said, do you study every day? I chose one of them, and then you killed the other one. Then I realized that the one you killed was my true love. I hugged his body and cried bitterly, His hair turned gray overnight and he fell into the world of demons. He killed gods when he saw them, and he killed demons when he saw demons. At that time, the people would not be able to make a living, and the world would be in a state of poverty.

And you! He is the culprit who destroyed the Three Realms. I will be despised by everyone in the world for the rest of my life! "

Zhao Linguang:......

Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals:…

Seeing that the threat failed, Zhao Linguang changed his mind and persuaded: "Master Jiang, Xie Zezhi raped Xian'e after drinking and then killed her. Such a heinous person is still left to me to bring to heaven for punishment. I believe you understand right and wrong and will never tolerate it. Such a fairy."

"It's not just intolerant, it's simply cruel. Once discovered, it's me but not him!"

"That's right, I know that Master Jiang has a general sense of knowledge!"

"Okay, you don't have to say anything, I know how to do it." Jiang Zhixia looked at the senior brothers and sisters behind him, "Believe me or not?"

They were frozen, unable to speak or move, only their eyes conveying their thoughts.

She smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll see you all in the next life." Then she kicked Xie Zezhi to the bottom of the cliff.

Zhao Linguang was stunned, "Who asked you to kick him down!?"

"Wrong? Then wait until I catch him and pay you back." After saying that, she jumped down herself.

Jiang Zhixia grabbed the vines on the edge of the cliff and threw them hard at Xie Zezhi, wrapping them around his waist. She grabbed the cliff with one hand and held on to the vines with the other. Before she could take a breath, another black shadow suddenly fell down from above and smashed her down with it.

She was hit so hard that stars appeared in her eyes, and in a daze, she felt Xie Zezhi holding her in his arms.

The vines broke and the two fell at high speed, the wind howling in their ears.

She thought to herself: This time the loss is huge, and even she is involved in it.

Zhao Linguang, who was on the cliff, shouted to chase, and flew down together with the heavenly soldiers. As soon as he reached the bottom of the cliff and stood firm, he secretly screamed, the forest was full of miasma.

"what!"

The painful cry of a heavenly soldier was heard in the distance. He hurriedly ran and saw one of the heavenly soldiers being pierced by a vine. Blood dripped on the vines and was quickly absorbed by the vines.

Is this a monster?

He drew out his sword and wanted to step forward and cut off the vines, but instead of thinking about it, the vine dropped and the heavenly soldier quickly retreated, leaving him in the air. Looking again, the heavenly soldier just fell to the ground and turned into a white skeleton.

The others gathered involuntarily when they saw this scene, careful where the dike vines would come out.

Zhao Linguang told them not to panic, they were just ordinary monsters, but his voice kept trembling.

"Look at how scared they are, how can they win victory for you?"

"Who? Who's talking!?" Zhao Linguang shouted, looking around to check the source of the sound.

"It's because your subordinates are timid and have low magic power, so you have never been reused..."

"You come out!"

"It's better to kill them here and put the blame on Jiang Zhixia and Xie Zezhi. There is a miasma here, and they have no magic power. They fell from the cliff, so they must not be able to escape. They will die without evidence, and the gods will not know it, and the ghosts will not know it. …”

Zhao Linguang was moved.

Although these heavenly soldiers were lucky enough to survive the war between gods and demons, they were not his direct subordinates, and relying on their seniority, they often did not listen to his orders, and privately rumored that he was not worthy of his position.

He knew all this. He had long wanted to find a reason to send them away. But the Emperor of Heaven never allowed or sent him more new soldiers.

If they are all dead now, even if the Emperor of Heaven doesn't want to increase his troops.

He raised his sword and walked towards those people step by step. The moment he raised his sword, he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums again.

He turned to look. A marching team walked out of the mist. Those people were wearing armor, two feet tall, walking slowly, and their postures were very strange. Heads lowered, one on the other's shoulders, walking in neat steps.

By the moonlight, Zhao Linguang saw that the side faces of these people were blue, and they looked familiar.

Where had he seen them?

The man walking at the end of the team seemed to feel his presence and slowly raised his head and looked in his direction.

This sight actually made him break into a cold sweat. He knew this man - he was his former coach.

The coach turned into a shady soldier? !

He saw darkness in the coach's eyes, as if a huge black hole was about to suck him in.

The coach grinned at him and ordered the team to come towards him.

Zhao Linguang was shocked and quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Please spare me. I was just following orders. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. You can find someone else to avenge you!"

Unexpectedly, the army came up to him, knelt down to him and said they were willing to follow his lead.

It turned out to be a gesture of goodwill to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed loudly. Seeing the former coach kneeling in front of him with a respectful look, he felt extremely satisfied.

But not enough.

He stabbed the coach in the heart with his sword and cursed: "You always dislike me for being careless and not thinking carefully. What about you? You thought carefully, and even lost your life. You deserve it!"

But when he saw that the coach was not angry, he actually smiled and said that he was good at stabbing.

He stabbed a few more times before giving up. He scanned the entire team and found "Xie Zezhi" kneeling in front of him in the second row.

"So you are here too!"

He slashed off his right arm with a sword and laughed loudly and said: "Aren't you good at reviewing memorials? Now that you have lost your hand, let me see how you can review memorials. We have been through life and death, but we are not as good as you, a civil servant, who can write two free strokes. ? What qualifications do you have to be in front of me and show off your power with me?"

He wanted to cut off his legs again to vent his anger, but suddenly the sword fell to the ground and there was severe pain in his shoulders.

His right arm was cut off at some point. Look at the shadow soldiers around, there are only the corpses of the heavenly soldiers he killed.

A vine was coming towards him not far away. In desperation, he made a secret with his left hand and waved a weak golden light towards the vines.

The golden light fell on the vines without even leaving an obvious trace.

Zhao Linguang lamented that he might be in trouble today.