Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

"I am Yang Jiao, and I am dead."

"My father's name is Yang Tianyou, my mother's name is Yao Ji, and I have a younger brother and a younger sister."

"I always thought I was an ordinary person, until just now, my mother suddenly told me that she is the sister of the Jade Emperor, the goddess in charge of the fourth heaven of desire."

"When our family was preparing to escape, my second brother ran out and said goodbye to his fiancée. In order to wait for him, we missed the best time to escape."

"My father died to protect us. I also died to protect my brothers and sisters."

"Farewell to my mother, farewell to my second brother and third sister."

Fang Yang's attempt to seize the body was only half successful.

He had indeed found a destined person, but this destined person was on the verge of losing consciousness. In earth terms, it is a state of near death.

What Fang Yang entered was the illusion of Yang Jiao before his death.

"It's not good to be associated with anyone, but to be associated with such a troublesome person. Not only is he in bad debt, but he also has a cheap mother for no reason."

"Forget it, she will die soon anyway. After she dies, I will barely show my sadness, just like being an extra. Under the disciples of the saint, if my mother dies, I will Being indifferent is too easy to arouse suspicion in others.”

"No, his life is about to end. I'll take it away!"

The next moment, Fang Yang's powerful consciousness poured into Yang Jiao's soul, drowning and swallowing Yang Jiao's consciousness.

After Fang Yang controlled Yang Jiao's soul, he didn't dare to relax at all. He mobilized all his thoughts and sank his soul into Yang Jiao's body.

He carried the immortal mana hidden in Yang Jiao's body, locking in the last trace of vitality and preventing his body from dying.

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, Fang Yang suddenly raised his hand to Patriarch Jidu: ​​"Uncle Master, please do me a favor. Please send me to Dongting Lake. My clone is in trouble!"

When Jidu Patriarch heard this, he frowned and rejected the matter:

"Master Nephew, it's not that I won't help you. Unless your clone has also cultivated into Daluo Jinxian, you'd better not have any contact with your clone. You and your clone are too far apart, and you suddenly help your clone. This It will make the saint suspicious. To tell you the truth, no one knows who your alter ego is except yourself."

After hearing this, Fang Yang had to give up this plan.

What Patriarch Jidu said makes sense. He and Yang Jiao were from two different worlds. He ran to help Yang Jiao resolve the disaster for no reason, and no one would doubt him.

Therefore, Fang Yang could only let the clone fend for itself.

Naturally, the clone also knew about this. He had no other choice but to use his willpower, work hard to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal himself.

Fortunately, before being killed, Yao Ji unlocked the restrictions on Yang Jiao, allowing Yang Jiao to have magic power at the level of Lianxu Hedao.

After all, Yao Ji is a golden immortal, and Yang Jiao crawled out of her belly. Although she is a human-immortal hybrid, she also has the ability to refine the void and combine the Tao.

"What did Yao Ji say to the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons? She said that she would not be moved by mortal hearts even if her soul was gone. Sure enough, fairies are always telling the truth."

Yang Jiao thought while healing himself.

He has no awareness of dying. His body is not afraid of death, and his clone is even less afraid.

Time passed little by little, one day, two days, three days, seven days.

After seven days and seven nights, Yang Jiao finally healed the wound on his throat. He concentrated his magic power and shook with all his strength.

Boom!

The tomb exploded, dust flew into the air, and Yang Jiao burst out of the coffin.

Yes, Yang Jiao had been buried long ago, together with Yang Tianyou.

The people who buried him were Yang Jian and Yang Chan. These two people survived under the attack of Marshal Tianpeng.

Can't say let go of water either.

Fang Yang had suspected that Yao Ji was probably just a tool who existed to train protectors for Xuanmen.

Whether Yang Jian makes trouble in the Heavenly Palace or splits the mountain to save his mother, these are all scripts written by Xuanmen in advance.

The world is like a chessboard, and all living beings are like chess pieces. There is no way around this.

"You, you, are stiff."

A ghost dressed in white was stunned on the spot. She was holding a soul-locking chain, her hands trembling.

"What's the point of being stiff or not? I'm a living person. You're a ghost, and you're still afraid of zombies?"

Yang Jiao glanced at Gui Cha in white with disdain.

Seeing Yang Jiao speak, the ghost in white clothes was no longer afraid. He looked at Yang Jiao, full of doubts.

"Aren't you dead?"

Yang Jiao ignored the ghost in white. He walked to Yang Tianyou's grave and observed three minutes of silence in front of the grave.

After the silence, he kicked off his feet, staggered, and flew into the air.

The ghost in white looked at Yang Jiao's leaving figure and fell into deep contemplation.

Yang Jiao did not go anywhere else. He returned to Yang Mansion at Guanjiangkou.

A normal person's reaction after coming back from the dead would be to go home and take a look. When his future master calculates it, it will be more reasonable.

"Mother, second brother, and third sister!"

Yang Jiao returned to Yang Mansion and immediately transformed into a movie king. His eyes turned red and he started looking for him in the manor.

"ah!"

He searched all the rooms one by one, then collapsed on the floor and cried heartbrokenly.

After the play was over, Yang Jiao ran away immediately.

If you don't run now, you won't be able to escape until Heaven reacts.

Fortunately, he is not the real Yang Jiao. The real Yang Jiao is a young man. If he encounters such a thing, he will definitely not know what to do.

Yang Jiao headed for Jianshan City, the largest city within a radius of 100,000 miles.

The most common people in Xianshan City are human cultivators. There are celestial immortals and true immortals everywhere, and there are even one or two mysterious immortals.

Before the Conferred God Calamity, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Court was, it was not as powerful as the human race.

Yang Jiao wanted to use the power of the human race to delay the pursuers. Don't forget that he is now a human.

Yang Jiao slept in the open air and traveled for a long time. Finally, on the third day, he flew to Xianshan City.

As soon as he entered Xianshan City, Yang Jiao became the best actor again. When he saw the cultivators in front of him, he was like seeing his relatives, and tears flowed like a river.

"Dear human elders, help me!"

His voice was not only loud, but also full of grief and helplessness.

When the human cultivators on the street heard it, many stopped. They saw Yang Jiao with unkempt hair, ragged clothes, and scars all over his body, and they couldn't help but frowned.

Yang Jiao bowed to the cultivators around him and cried.

"Dear human elders, I am from Guanjiangkou. The Heavenly Court bullied my human race and sent heavenly soldiers to massacre my entire family. My father, mother, brother, and sister all died tragically under the massacre of the heavenly soldiers."

"Not only did they brutally kill my entire family, they even spared the chickens and dogs at home. The eggs in the chicken coop were shaken apart by them, and the earthworms underground were cut into two pieces vertically by them."

"I crawled out of the grave, please give me justice!"

"My family is so miserable! So miserable!"

When talking about the exciting part, Yang Jiao seemed exhausted and fell to the ground.

Even though he fell to the ground, Yang Jiao was still saying: "Please, everyone, give me justice. The Heavenly Court bullied my human race and there was no one, no one."