Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

Chapter 241 A helping hand from heaven, a blessing or a disaster?

Master Yuding said solemnly: "My test is actually simple and clear. Yang Jian, what you have to do is to find Master Taiyi. This is a vital mission."

Whether we can break through this difficulty depends entirely on subsequent development.

However, for Yang Jian, this task seems to be more severe than before.

In this boundless world, looking for a person is like looking for a speck of dust in the sea of ​​stars. It's not easy.

"Yang Jian, don't worry, I will help you secretly.

Throughout the week, King Wu of Zhou frowned, and his heart felt even more sad when he looked at the injured soldiers everywhere.

"Let me handle this." He spread his arms and looked sincerely. Not out of pity, but because of the establishment of trust, they are now in the same boat and dependent on each other.

Yang Chan gently stroked the Chaos Bell and said with a chuckle: 'Boy, I might have to come out to protect you in the future!' Since there are unpredictable variables," with this Chaos Bell, those monsters and ghosts are what they want. An object of fear! Except for the saint, no one dares to take a step closer. "

However, Yang Chan's determination did not waver. She held the Chaos Clock tightly and her smile revealed perseverance: "Although my cultivation level is not high, this Chaos Clock is extremely tough and it can help me."

Tang San's words made people feel inexplicable expectations.

"Your Majesty, is there no way to rescue us now?"

When the light reached it, the accumulated water rose into the sky, as if evaporated by mysterious power, which made everyone present stunned. Even the generals who were chewing dry food were stunned on the spot, and the dry food in their hands quietly fell to the ground.

"This..." King Zhou Wu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Well, since you are so confident, then go with Yang Jian."

King Wu of Zhou looked at the wounded all over the city and his heart felt like a knife. He knew that this battle would be more difficult than imagined.

A minister hurriedly reported the latest intelligence.

"Master's orders should be kept in mind by the disciples."

Faced with this unprecedented natural disaster, King Wu of Zhou's worries were like dark clouds, as if foreshadowing a battle that would be lost before it was fought.

"I sensed that the Zhou Dynasty was facing a crisis, so I came to help resist the invasion of the Shang Dynasty in order to eliminate its tyranny in the ancient times."

This undoubtedly gives Western religion an extraordinary prestige, which is not inferior to, or even worse than, the reputation of Chan Buddhism.

Master Yuding had no choice but to compromise, and Yang Chan's persistence was the courage he expected.

"Hey, third girl, your stubbornness is really troublesome. Second brother has reminded you many times that the outside world is full of dangers and ferocious monsters. If you make a mistake, how can I bear it? I can never accept the risk."

When the time comes, you will have the ability to challenge. "

"Child, there are some things that you don't need to ask too much about. Just concentrate on your practice..." Master Yuding didn't say much, leaving a lingering sound of deep thought.

The doubts in his heart were like fallen leaves in a strong wind.

The intervention of Chanjiao was like a bolt from the blue. The Shang Dynasty had Taoist priests with powerful spells. The battlefield was no longer filled with swords and shadows, but thunder and lightning. How could the mortal body resist?

This sudden change undoubtedly cut the probability of their Zhou Dynasty defeating the Shang Dynasty in half.

Although the wilderness is vast, it is not difficult for innate experts like them to track the aura.

Her confident smile made Yang Jian helpless.

"It is said that the Shang Dynasty has received several strong helping hands, and the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to us."

His words were like cold water pouring on his heart, which surprised Yang Jian. "The rumored whereabouts of Zhenren Taiyi have always been a mystery." After you returned to Kunlun Mountain, you didn't seem to find any trace of him. "

However, Master Yuding did not agree with his view: "Although your performance in Heaven is good, you have not really completed the task."

The roads have been closed, and even Chengzhou is not immune. The city is built in a low-lying area and is in danger under heavy rain.

If you find anything, please let me know immediately. "

In the eyes of Yang Chan, the master of the Chaos Bell, how exactly the power of this mysterious weapon is released is the focus of everyone's curiosity.

"Master, why are you so worried?"

In this golden light, the two men suddenly appeared, like immortals descending from the sky.

"Hey, then I'm grateful for Master's gift."

One hundred and forty-three. Four-two. One-sixty-eight. Four-three.

They tried to send elite troops to cross the path blocked by the floods, but they were like a mantis blocking the car and were mercilessly swallowed by the floods halfway.

But Yang Chan shook her head resolutely: "No, this is a gift from the River God, and no one can take it away."

Just now, I was worried about the powerful power of the Shang Dynasty, but now I seem to be blessed by the gods.

Just as he fell into despair, a faint light cut through the sky, instantly illuminating the darkness.

Lotus Root Man leaned out of the cave and asked in confusion.

This sudden change made him deeply aware of the turning point of fate, and his heart was filled with unspeakable shock.

Seeing these two masters, the surrounding soldiers were in awe, as their aura seemed to contain extraordinary power.

Even his direct disciples like Nezha couldn't find him, which made the whole incident particularly strange.

To her, the Chaos Clock is no longer just a treasure, but also her guardian.

Monk Jianglong bowed deeply to everyone, and his junior brother Tang Sanfu then spoke: "The poor monk is called Jianglong, and I am going on this trip with my junior brothers to save the people from the fire and water."

There was a trace of helplessness in Yang Jian's words.

"If the nest collapses halfway, it will be a real desperate situation."

"Masters, you have come from far away just to aid me, the Zhou Dynasty."

Master Yuding continued with a serious tone, and the requested mission made Yang Jian's heart tense instantly.

Master Yuding looked at her and knew her strength well: "Yang Chan, your cultivation is still shallow and needs to be consolidated.

The anger in his heart was beyond words.

Yang Chan stood up eagerly on the side, eager to participate, "Disciples can also contribute. It would be better for us brothers and sisters to act together."

Save the common people? King Zhou Wu was confused when he heard this, as if he was in a strange dream.

Yang Jian took the Chaos Bell with a smile. The demonic aura lingered on it, and the evil light overflowed, filling the entire space instantly.

"The only choice is to retreat, otherwise..." There was a hint of helplessness in his words, as if he had foreseen the reversal of the battle situation. If even the main city could not be defended, the consequences would be disastrous.

Master Yuding's words were like a mountain, giving him firm support.

She was ecstatic to learn that they could travel together.

"How could it be...two monks fell from the sky."

Yang Jian recalled the search in Kunlun Mountain. He originally expected to reunite with Taiyi, but he never did so.

Master Yuding watched the brothers and sisters leave Jinxia Cave, and sighed in his heart: "I'm afraid Honghuang will fall into turmoil again."

King Zhou Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Those countermeasures he had once imagined now seemed like nothing more than a mirror.

"Why did the sky play such a trick on me, the Great Zhou? At the time of the decisive battle, it rained continuously for months, turning our Zhou into a Zeguo, and our marching road was almost cut off."

King Wu of Zhou's voice trembled, unable to believe his good luck.

In the contemporary belief landscape, Western religion is undoubtedly the leader. There is a mythical legend circulating among the people, saying that its believers have indestructible power like a golden dragon, and one person is enough to compete with hundreds of people.

"Well, I've heard about it a long time ago, but..." He shook his head helplessly.

Faced with such an important task, Yang Jian could only nod in agreement. Even if he could not disobey it, he understood that the most real answer was only to explore and see with his own eyes.

However, Taiyi Zhenren seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, which puzzled Yang Jian.

On that day of Sun Wukong's rebellion that shook the sky, Taiyi's figure briefly illuminated like the morning sun, and then quietly dissipated like the morning mist, leaving not even a clue.