[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

"What exactly do you want to do?"

It was the voice of Yuanshi Tianzun.

His voice was as indifferent as it was thousands of years ago.

The Yuanshi Tianzun in Jinling's memory has always been like this, without any ups and downs, and without any emotion.

He is a saint who looks down on all living beings from above, so he naturally has the arrogance of rejecting others thousands of miles away.

If it was ten thousand years ago, Jin Ling would reply sweetly: "Guess~"

But now, Jin Ling doesn't want to have too much contact with him, let alone be coquettish and obsessed with him.

She is no longer the innocent little fairy she was back then.

Ten thousand years on Penglai Island is enough for her to think through too many things.

Jin Ling replied: "Master, don't you think that the purpose of this conferment of the gods, Haotian Drunkard, is not to drink wine?"

Thinking about Yuanshi Tianzun and Lao Tzu's original idea was to take the opportunity to weaken the Jiejiao, Jin Ling couldn't help but sneer and said: "Or is it that my uncle wants Haotian's wishes?"

Xu was told by Jin Ling what he was thinking, but Yuanshi Tianzun didn't speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuanshi Tianzun's deep voice sounded: "Is this how you miss me?"

There is no sun and moon on the Qilin Cliff, even if there are two saints' blessings, it is only a lighting effect.

The night wind was blowing, and Gui Ling crossed his waist, arguing with Ran Deng whether the saint should intervene in the matter of conferring gods.

Gui Ling's temperament was aggressive and hot, and he was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched when he ran the lamp. His palm hidden in his long sleeve moved a few times, and finally he clenched his hand into a fist, which trembled slightly.

Tong Tian, ​​who is extremely defensive, is here. If he dares to face the Guiling opponent, he is afraid that he will be directly slapped by Tong Tian before he can make a move.

What's more, Gui Ling is a junior, so it's not good for him to tear apart with Gui Ling regardless of his status.

Ran Deng took a deep breath, looked at Jin Ling, and said, "Fellow Daoist, is this the rule of your religion?"

The green light of the jade hairpin on Jin Ling's hair flashed, and Yang Jian transformed beside her, slapped Ran Deng, and said, "Fellow Daoist."

Although Gui Ling's words are harsh, they are all true. Saints should not interfere with human affairs. This time the conferment of gods also involves the dispute between the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the war between mortals. If saints intervene, I am afraid that it will be useless to the world. .

What's more, conferring the gods is a matter of the second and third generations of disciples of the three religions. The three religions have negotiated and decided that the disciples of the three religions will be listed on the basis of their ability.

So Yang Jian said: "Explain and teach the twelve golden immortals, the immortals are famous, and I think they can resolve the matter of conferring gods without the intervention of saints."

Yang Jian's words were hidden in the cotton, and Ran Deng's brows frowned even deeper.

He couldn't accept Yang Jian's words at all. If he said yes, it would be a tacit consent not to allow the saint to intervene in the conferment of the gods.

If you say no, you are admitting that the disciples of Chanjiao are not as good as others, and they are far from the opponents of disciples of Jiejiao.

Neither left nor right, Ran Deng recited a Taoist name, and decided not to waste words with Yang Jian Guiling.

Ran Deng said: "The matter of enshrining the gods is of great importance, and it is not up to our disciples to decide."

"After the sage discusses, you and I just obey."

Looking at Yang Jian, Ran Deng felt very sorry.

At the beginning, Master Yuding wanted to accept Yang Jian, and he had also heard a little bit about it, but it was a pity that Jin Ling killed him on the way and took Yang Jian as his disciple first.

If Yang Jian worshiped Yu Ding as his teacher, with Yang Jian's roots, within a few days, he would be a great help in teaching.

But now, Yang Jian joined the Jiejiao and became Jin Ling's disciple.

Ran Deng shook his head and sighed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Another gust of night wind blew, and Jin Ling, who was sitting in a wheelchair, shivered slightly, his face pale as paper.

Yang Jian frowned slightly, took off his outer shirt, and put it on her body carefully.

He raised his head again and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun's tightly closed door, his gaze was somewhat probing.

The door of the room opened slowly, Tong Tian's clothes were disheveled, but seeing a group of disciples outside, he had to take care of the faces of some saints, so he straightened his clothes, waved to Jin Ling, and said, "Little Jin Ling, come here."

After all, Yuanshi Tianzun heard what Jin Ling said in his heart. After thinking about it, I decided to listen to Jin Ling's opinion on Fengshen.

The wheelchair rolled over the branches, leaves and petals that fell on the ground, creaking and creaking.

Yang Jian stopped Jin Ling: "Master."

Jin Ling turned around, under the dazzling light, Yang Jian smiled slightly, even more dazzling than the saint Huaguang, and said to her: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Jin Ling stretched his eyebrows, and wanted to say something, but the door was closed suddenly, and Yuanshi Tianzun's cold voice came from behind his ears: "Let's begin."

Everyone has long been used to Yuanshi Tianzun's temper, so they didn't take his sudden closing of the door to heart. Only Tongtian raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you in a hurry for?"

Yuanshi Tianzun didn't connect to the sky, his face was stern, not angry and majestic, as usual.

Yang Jian's stature was quite tall, and Jin Ling's thin body appeared to be even more thin when his coat was draped over Jin Ling's body.

Yuanshi Tianzun took a look, then looked away, and said, "What do you mean?"

Yang Jian's clothes were a little too big, and Jin Ling tightened his neckline.

After tightening the neckline, Jin Ling said: "Red lotus, white root and green lotus leaves, the three religions are originally one family."

Lao Tzu slowly opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes faded a bit.

Tong Tian sat cross-legged on the futon, his body fell to Lao Tzu, but his eyes were on Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face sank like water, the corners of his mouth drooped, showing a little imperceptible impatience.

Jin Ling said: "This is what I mean."

"Whether the three religions kill each other to make it to the list, or whether the three religions make peace with each other, it's all in the mind of the two masters."

The corner of Lao Tzu's mouth curled up into a smile, his eyes turned from Jin Ling to Tong Tian, ​​and he said, "Junior has accepted a good apprentice."

"Don't dare."

Tongtian looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and teased: "I picked it up on the mountain."

Yuanshi Tianzun seemed unable to hear Tong Tian's sarcastic words, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about Jin Ling's words.

Jin Ling met Yuanshi Tianzun's gaze, and continued: "If there is a fight, I will teach my disciples that they will never be afraid of death."

She has already spoken to such an extent that if Lao Tzu Yuanshi is still obsessed with his obsession, he will be a saint.

Sure enough, Lao Tzu said: "The three religions have the same root."

Laozi looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuanshi Tianzun was still thinking.

Master Tongtian bumped into Yuanshi Tianzun with his shoulder, and said, "Why are you pretending to be deep?"

"All right, give me a correct sentence."

Thinking about the zero-to-ten win rate of teaching and teaching, and feeling the conscience of the few, Tongtian decided to remind Yuanshi.

Tong Tian said: "Your disciple meditates all day long, and his practice is so wasteful..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuanshi Tianzun said coldly: "Conceit may not be a good thing."

"Conceit is the foundation upon which self-confidence is built."

Tong Tian pointed at Jin Ling, his face was full of pride, and said: "Do you think which of your apprentices is Xiao Jin Ling's opponent?"

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly.

Jin Ling said: "Master, think slowly."

She looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and said calmly: "After three days, Master and I will return to Penglai Xiandao."

360 Five righteous gods, although the disciples of Jiejiao accounted for more than half, but among the ten thousand immortals who came to court, there were also disciples with low morals.

Those disciples don't have celestial fate, and after a hundred years they still have to suffer from the cycle of reincarnation, why not send them to the list of gods, although they are restrained by the Jade Emperor, it is better than reincarnated as humans and animals.

No matter how much Haotian tries to weaken Jiejiao, but when Jiejiao closes his cave and doesn't care about world affairs, he can't come to catch all the immortals to fill in the list.

As for Yuanshi Tianzun, he would let him do whatever he wanted, anyway, she had already reminded her of what she should remind.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked gloomy and uncertain, and looked up at Jin Ling.

The Jade Emperor lightly came to the 33rd heaven.

The auspicious clouds are thousands of miles away, and the golden light is shining brightly. The Jade Emperor respectfully said: "The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the female fairy, is secretly revealing the secrets of heaven."

In the group of auspicious clouds, an old voice sounded: "Understood."

The Jade Emperor looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and stood aside with his eyebrows drawn.

33 Above the sky, amidst the auspicious clouds rolling, a dazzling white light flashed, and the white light gathered together, rushing down the cloud layer unstoppably.

The Jade Emperor hooked the corner of his mouth, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The Qilin Cliff without sun and moon looks more and more lonely.

The disciples of Chanjiao gathered outside the door with solemn faces, waiting for their own destiny.

In the deathly silence, Yang Jian smiled and listened to the turtle spirit talking about the golden spirit.

Gui Ling said: "Senior Sister is No. 1 among the female immortals, Nuwa is not counted, she is a saint, not a fairy."

However, at this moment, a thunderbolt flashed in the night originally illuminated by Huaguang.

Qilin Cliff is a blessed place for immortals, and it is impossible for a torrential rain and strong wind to appear here, let alone thunder and lightning.

The smile in Ran Deng's eyes was fleeting, and he looked at the closed door.

The dark clouds were sinking, and the rumbling thunder was getting louder and louder. Yang Jian looked up at the night, and the turtle spirit looked around to teach everyone, wondering: "Who is crossing the catastrophe now?"

"I don't know how to pick time."

As soon as the words fell, the thunder was heavy, and it went straight to Yuanshi Tianzun's room!

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank.

A sage is immortal, untouched by cause and effect, and does not need to cross the catastrophe. Now, there is only one immortal to cross the catastrophe.

Yang Jian lost his voice and said, "Master!"

The Antarctic fairy sighed softly, and the turtle spirit quickly responded, and firmly held Yang Jian, who was about to rush into the room, and said, "What are you doing?"

"This is a catastrophe, and no one can help Senior Sister. With your current cultivation, you can only die if you enter."

Lightning struck the room one after another, and the majestic and majestic Yuxu Palace was instantly crushed into powder.

The thunder was deafening, Yang Jian panted violently, his voice trembling: "Master has injuries..."

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