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

Yang Chan had always been a light sleeper, but Yang Jian left suddenly. After she heard the movement, she couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Yang Chan put on her clothes and got up, opened the window, and a bright moon hung brightly in the night sky.

When there was no sudden change at home, Yang Chan would often lean on her mother Yao Ji's chest, pointing to the moon, and asking her mother to tell her stories about the moon.

It's a pity that fate is impermanent. Her parents and elder brother have passed away. She only has one second brother to depend on each other. Now the second brother has to leave in an emergency. She is just a weak woman with no cultivation. The only thing she can do is pray for her Brother returned safely.

Yang Chan closed her eyes and made a wish against the moonlight. Just as she finished chanting silently in her heart, a clear and youthful voice sounded from the yard: "Yang Chan?"

Yang Chan was taken aback, and Boy Baihe appeared under her window in an instant, looking at the visitor with vigilance.

The visitor was a very handsome young man, dressed in pink and tender clothes, with black hair casually tied on his temples. In the night, that touch of pink and tender lips was very delicate and charming, and there was an indistinguishable beauty between male and female.

Boy Baihe looked at it, and said hesitantly, "Nezha... Fellow Daoist?"

Nezha nodded and said, "You don't know me anymore?"

Looking down at his surroundings, he understood where the strangeness in Bai He and Yang Chan's eyes came from.

He was originally a seven-year-old child's body. After Jin Ling rescued him, for some reason, he casually enlarged his body and turned into a slim and handsome boy.

"Oh it's you."

Yang Chan breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that only Nezha came back, her heart sank again, and she asked, "Why are you the only one coming back, where is my second brother?"

Nezha frowned slightly, and said, "He's talking to Fellow Daoist Jin Ling."

Although the battle between the Shang and Zhou armies was imminent, and the battle between the Chan and Ju sects was imminent, Jin Ling saved his life after all, so he couldn't use the original fierce woman to describe her, so he called Daoist Jin Ling.

"With her?"

Yang Chan smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved: "Then there should be no danger."

Boy Baihe's eyes darkened, he turned around and invited Nezha into the house.

The people in the inn were already fast asleep, and it was inappropriate for them to keep talking in the yard.

Baihe boy pushed the door open, Nezha's eyes turned cold, and Huntianling made an instant move, wrestling with a golden light in the night.

"You protect Yang Chan!"

Nezha looked at the visitor coldly, Baihe boy nodded, and protected Yang Jian behind him.

Daoist Ran Deng appeared in the air, and said calmly, "Baihe, you have a predestined relationship with the Western religion, and I want to save you to go to the Western religion."

Baihe boy's body shook, his pupils shrank sharply, he pulled Nezha behind him with one hand, and said in a very low voice: "Run, we are not his opponent."

Ran Deng has already apostate and joined the Western religion, so coming to him at this time will definitely not do any good.

What's more, Ran Deng's cultivation is far above him and Nezha, they have no power to fight at all.

Although Nezha didn't know who the visitor was, Baihe was a boy who served beside Yuanshi Tianzun. Entangled, took Huntian Ling away, pulled Yang Chan with one hand, and broke out through the window.

The white crane took shape, and Nezha and Yang Chan landed on the white crane's back.

Ran Deng was chasing after him unhurriedly, and the coercive voice kept coming: "Tianzun has fallen, Baihe, turn around and be right."

Under the coercion, Bai He flew extremely hard.

Nezha frowned, shook the Qiankun circle, and said, "Take Yang Chan first, and I'll stop him."

Bai He's voice trembled imperceptibly: "No."

If Ran Deng wanted to send him to teach in the West, he would have countless opportunities, but he didn't choose so many opportunities, but he chose the time when he just received Yang Chan.

Recalling what Yuanshi Tianzun told him before his fall, Bai He closed his eyes and said softly: "Take Yang Chan, go east all the way to Penglai Island, find Fellow Daoist Jin Ling, she will protect you."

"Remember, you must not let Yang Chan fall into the hands of others."

Yang Chan is Yang Jian's weakness, and the Westerners must come to Yang Chan to force Yang Jian to submit.

The crane roared for nine days, and Bai He exhausted all his life skills to hide Nezha and Yang Chan.

On the white crane's back are the illusions of Nezha and Yang Chan that he transformed with magic.

"...Take care of yourself."

Nezha's eyes flashed, and he took Yang Chan away quickly. Bai He stopped, turned around and confronted Ran Deng.

He only needs to hold on to Ran Deng for a while, and it will be fine for a while. Nezha has Hot Wheels, so as long as he enters the boundary of the East China Sea, Ran Deng will not dare to chase him again in order to prevent Tong Tian and Jin Ling from detecting his aura.

However, at this moment, a Dao horn came from the east.

He is a member of Cihangdao who apostate with Randeng.

Baihe Boy's eyes were full of despair.

Among the Twelve Golden Immortals, Cihang Taoist's cultivation can be ranked in the top three, and Nezha is not her opponent at all.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Bai He remembered that every time in the church, the Ci Hang Taoist would leave a little later than others, casually cast a glance at Yuanshi Tianzun who was meditating with his eyes closed, and then straightened his clothes and left Shi Shiran.

Daoist Ran Deng kept approaching, Bai He coughed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on Cihang in white clothes, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you want Tian Zun to fall completely?!"

The jade bottle in the hands of Taoist Cihang trembled, and Nezha took advantage of her distraction to quickly disappear into the night with Yang Chan.

The feathers of the pure white crane fluttered down one after another, and the burning lamp sighed softly: "How do you explain to the two saints?"

The moonlight gently shone on Cihang's white clothes, Cihang half-closed his eyebrows, and said lightly: "It's all about making up for it."

"I'm going to capture Wen Zhong."

Cihang stretched out his hand and took a white crane feather.

Bai He's last words were that if Yang Jian died, Yuanshi Tianzun would never come back.

Only she heard that sentence.

She didn't know if Bai He was cheating on her, she only knew that she wanted the saint back.

After Wen Zhong and King Wu Cheng finished drinking, they stepped on the black jade unicorn and disappeared into Chaoge City before returning to the gate of the mansion.

Moyu Qilin only needs a moment to go thousands of miles away. Before the generals of the Shang Dynasty noticed, Wen Zhong had already rushed to the battlefield.

On the battlefield of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, the two armies faced each other. The lowly disciples of Jiejiao arrived early in order to get on the list of gods, scrambling to die, lest if they were one step too late, the positions on the list of gods would be full and they would lose their place.

Many disciples of Jiejiao died, and the generals of the Shang Dynasty were very concerned. After all, they were all from the same sect of the Grand Master Wen. If the Grand Master Wen was pursued, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape the military law.

However, what the generals didn't expect was that Wen Zhong didn't pursue this matter at all, instead he said to them: "If you intercept the disciples from the sect again, you don't need to care about their life and death, just use troops as usual."

The generals look at me, I look at you, although they don't understand what it means, but Wen Zhong has always used soldiers like a god, never defeated, and has great prestige in the army, so all the generals nodded in agreement.

After Wen Zhong rushed to the battlefield, the situation of the two armies that had been stalemate was reversed instantly. Jiang Ziya lost ten battles in a row and retreated thirty miles.

The Shang army was victorious, and the generals heard that the grand master was lighthearted, and while they were pushing cups and changing glasses, the voice of the nine-tailed fox came again: "Grand master, you just follow the servant's house!"

Wen Zhong frowned, ignoring Nine-Tailed Fox's crazy words.

Compared with the joyful celebration of the Shang army, the Zhou army was a bit miserable.

Ji Fa anxiously walked back and forth in the tent, and when he stopped, seeing Jiang Ziya still drooping his eyes, his heart became more and more anxious, and he said, "Prime Minister, if we continue to lose, the army's morale may not be stable."

Jiang Ziya clasped his hands in his sleeves, and said in an unhurried voice, "Your Majesty, there is no need to panic, my fate is in Xiqi, and there must be saints to help me in this battle. With the snap of my fingers, I can break the news."

As soon as the words fell, only the sound of celestial music came from the Nine Heavens, and Yang Jian, dressed in white, slowly fell down.

Jiang Ziya opened his eyes, adjusted his clothes slightly, and got up to greet him.

Yang Jian nodded at him indifferently, and said to Ji Fa: "Tomorrow I will go out to fight Wen Zhong."

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Jun beat the drums to fight, and Yang Jian stood in front of the battle dressed in white, like a god above the nine heavens.

Yang Jian's voice spread to the camp of the Shang army: "Where is Wen Zhong? Do you dare to fight me?"

Wen Zhong snorted coldly, and the merchant army spread out along a road. Wen Zhong, with white hair and red clothes, rode a black jade unicorn, and walked out slowly.

In the sky, thunder and lightning flashed.

Wen Zhong's voice resounded through the sky: "Disciple who betrayed his master, what face do you have to see me?"

Yang Jian didn't answer, and flew to fetch Wen Zhong.

White clothes and red shirts are fighting in one place.

Wherever it went, there were thunder and lightning, and if the soldiers couldn't avoid it, they would be crushed into powder in an instant.

The Shang army received Wen Zhong's order, and had already retreated to put up a defensive posture. Only the Zhou army didn't know it, and stood in front of the formation stupidly.

There were more and more soldiers attrition in front of him, Jiang Ziya narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the figures of the two fighting, and ordered Ming Jin to withdraw his troops.

In Chaoge Imperial City, the nine-tailed fox was lying on a soft chair bored.

Now that King Wu Cheng's sister is sealed off, she is like guarding against ghosts, so King Wu Cheng sent many private soldiers to station around her palace, lest King Zhou will be fascinated by her again.

King Wucheng got Wen Zhong's instructions, and he did these things unambiguously. King Zhou was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Above the court, Wen Youbigan, Wuyou Wucheng Wang Feihu, and outside there is a grand master who is trying to turn the tide. The atmosphere of Yin and Shang that was almost ruined by King Zhou has turned back bit by bit.

For this kind of thing, the nine-tailed fox is happy to see it succeed.

She didn't want to destroy the fortunes of Yin and Shang, but her wealth and life were held in the hands of the saints, so she came here reluctantly.

Now that Yin Shang is getting better, it is useless for her to stay here. She wanted to leave, but when she thought about Wen Zhong, who made her heart itch, she stayed here again by magic.

Nine-Tailed Fox patted the mirror, although he knew that Wen Zhong couldn't get rid of the mirror's restraint, but there was always a dream, what if Wen Zhong's hand slipped for a while?

A brilliant light suddenly appeared in the mirror, and the eyes of the Nine-Tailed Fox were instantly attracted by the scene inside.

Under the red clothes, Wen Zhong's face was pale, and there was a very faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Only one of the original male and female double whips remained, and in front of him was Yang Jian with a cold face.

Blood mist filled the air, and the mirror in Nine-Tailed Fox's hand instantly fell to the ground.

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