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

Zhao Gongming's body trembled and he fell to the ground.

Yang Jian's shoulders heaved violently, his fingers held the gourd tightly, and the sky eyes on his forehead were shining brightly, looking at the Taoist who appeared in the mist.

The Taoist is not tall, wearing a big red robe, looking at Yang Jian indifferently.

"who are you?"

The gourd struggled constantly in Yang Jian's palm, and blood overflowed from Yang Jian's tiger's mouth.

Lu Ya said: "West Kunlun Sanren Lu Ya."

He looked at the gourd that Yang Jian was holding in his palm, his eyes moved slightly.

He has been enlightened for ten thousand years, and the only one who can control his gourd is Yuanshi Tianzun, a saint.

Yuanshi Tianzun has cultivated the Eighth and Ninth Profound Kungfu, his flesh and body are not afraid of sky thunder, immune to all fairy magic weapons, and will not be destroyed through thousands of eons, so he is not afraid of his gourd.

But Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, and under normal circumstances, no one can confront his gourd head-on, but Yang Jian in front of him is beyond his expectation.

Lu Ya's eyes fell on Yang Jian's palm. He could tell that although Yang Jian was struggling, he still controlled the gourd in his palm.

Lu Ya's eyes flickered.

Although Zhao Gongming was still sleeping soundly, he was not in danger of his life, and Yang Jian felt at ease.

If Yang Jian hadn't reacted fast enough just now, Zhao Gongming's head would have fallen to the ground by now.

Although Lu Yaxiu's Taoism is not the orthodox of the three religions, but the magic weapon in his hand is so extreme that it almost killed Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming's cultivation is far above the Twelve Golden Immortals, and there are not many immortal cultivators who can meet Zhao Gongming and almost kill him instantly.

Yang Jian looked at the landing pressure.

West Kunlun is the other side of Kunlun Mountain, not too far from Qilin Cliff. Why has he never heard of Lu Ya?

"You are Yang Jian? Chanjiao's current head teacher?"

Lu Ya looked at his palm and said, "Relax, I'm here to help you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist, I never need the help of foreign teachers to explain my teachings."

Yang Jian had been before the battle between the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and knew that the disciples sent by the Jiejiao were all low-minded and not immortal, while those with high morals, direct disciples of the Lord Tongtian, did not interfere in the matter of conferring gods.

Of course, apart from Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong was the grand master of the Shang Dynasty, so it is impossible not to participate.

The meaning of cutting off education could not be more obvious. He had no intention of fighting with Chanjiao and Renjiao. He only used low-level disciples to fill in the list.

But if he hurt the direct disciple of Jiejiao, how could he give up because of the temper of Tongtian Jiaozhu to protect his shortcomings?

Yang Jian was almost certain that if Zhao Gongming died here in vain without knowing it, the leader of the Tongtian sect would be slaughtered and taught all over his family.

Yang Jian understands this truth, and so do the sages of the Western religion, so whether he is intentionally trapped, whether he is hurt by the news and blamed on him, and even today he wants to kill Zhao Gongming, all of them are deliberately provoking and intercepting the two religions. infighting.

Wen Zhong is Jin Ling's big apprentice, Zhao Gongming is the direct disciple of the Master of Tongtian, and has three powerful younger sisters. The importance of the two of them to Jiejiao is self-evident. If something happened to the two of them here today, Then what is waiting to be interpreted later must be a catastrophe.

Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, and none of the existing disciples of Chanjie is a match for the leader of Tongtian, and now Jinling has proved the Tao and become a saint...

Thinking of Jin Ling, Yang Jian's eyes darkened.

Would Jin Ling believe that he didn't hurt Wen Zhong?

I'm afraid not.

For no reason, Yang Jian's heart became confused.

Jin Ling sat opposite Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu lowered his eyelids halfway, and said, "I never thought of meddling in the Battle of the Conferred Gods, do you believe it or not?"

Jin Ling was noncommittal, Lao Tzu raised his eyelids, and said slowly: "I just think that people always have to pay the price for what they do."

In the empty hall, suddenly there was a thin fox's voice. I stretched my brows and turned slightly sideways. A snow-white fox jumped into his arms.

Lao Tzu gently stroked the little fox's head, with a faint smile at the end of his eyes, he said, "Naughty."

The fox arched his palm, adjusted a comfortable position in his arms, yawned, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Jin Ling stared at the fox.

I don't know if it's because of being raised by Laozi's side, but the aura of this fox is obviously different from that of the fox demons in the lower realm, it is an extremely pure aura of cultivating immortals.

Jin Ling felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember where he met him.

The old man looked down at the little fox, combed its fur lightly with his fingers, and said casually: "Back then you had collected all the powers in the world, and there were only two things that escaped, one was the last three-legged golden crow, and the other was, That's it."

Lao Tzu paused his fingers, raised his head slowly, looked at Jin Ling, and said, "People always have to pay for what they do, and saints are no exception."

Jin Ling's eyes fell on the little fox, and said: "Even if I do it all over again, my choice will still not change."

Speaking of this, she changed her voice and asked: "Master, is he doing this against me, or against the two teachings?"

"If it is aimed at me, I have nothing to say, but if it is aimed at explaining the two teachings..."

Jin Ling raised his head, glanced at Lao Tzu, and said calmly: "Although the second uncle has passed away, the master is still there."

"I'm right about things, not about people."

Lao Tzu's misty eyes became clearer, but they disappeared quickly, with his brows half drooped, with a drowsy look, he said softly: "You need to give her justice."

"it is good."

Jin Ling looked at the little fox, and agreed without hesitation: "After the conferment of the gods is over, I will come to apologize from now on."

"I just hope that Master will keep his promise between you and me, and never interfere with the matter of conferring the gods."

With his eyes closed, Lao Tzu seemed to be sleeping with the fox, and his voice became softer and softer: "The Three Teachings are originally a family, how can I help outsiders?"

"It's just because of someone's difficulty."

Lao Tzu caressed the little fox in his arms with his fingers, and said in a voice that could not distinguish between emotions and anger, "Poor Tu Shan's lineage, it will be cut off right now."

"You go, after it's over, you need to do one thing for me."

Jin Ling lowered his eyes and left.

She went against the sky back then and hurt the roots of many rare and exotic beasts. In detail, it was only three points of fault and seven points of merit.

Laozi troubled her and Yuanshi Tianzun for this matter, and she had nothing to say.

She did it, and she accepted it.

Fortunately, her tongue-in-cheek the past few days was not in vain, and finally got Lao Tzu to agree not to intervene in the matter of conferring the gods.

Now there are five saints in the world, two from Jiejiao and two from Western teachers. Just three saints.

Therefore, it is the best result for Jin Ling that Lao Tzu does not intervene in conferring the gods.

Although Lao Tzu's non-intervention is conditional, Jin Ling feels that this condition is within the scope of her acceptance. She is now a saint, and Lao Tzu can't kill her, and she can't be like Yuanshi Tianzun. Seeking his own death, doing something for Lao Tzu to appease his grievances, is nothing.

After achieving the goal, Jin Ling's eyebrows stretched a little.

Laozi no longer cares about the world, and it is easier for her to calculate the whereabouts of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Jin Ling spread out his palms and was about to make calculations when his heart suddenly ached.

Among the three teachings of Taoism, there is a connection between the master and the apprentice. No matter which party has an accident, the other party will have a reaction.

Jin Ling's face changed slightly, it was Wen Zhong's accident.

Jin Ling didn't have time to think about it, and hurried to the Shang and Zhou battlefields.

On the battlefield of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the white crane, which was turned into white crane feathers by burning lanterns, invited all the golden immortals except the Antarctic fairy to teach.

Qingluan in Yunxiao slowly stopped in the clouds, looked down at the Chanjiao people from a high position, gently stroking the Hunyuan Jindou with her fingers, smiled slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Are you all there?"

"It saves me having to look for them one by one."

The Jiuqu Yellow River Formation appeared, and all the golden immortals of Chanjiao were collected in it. Yang Jian turned into a breeze and went away, hiding for a calamity.

When Nezha came, he had a panoramic view of this scene.

Yang Jian quietly came to Yun Xiao's side, frowned slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Yun Xiao, this matter is not what you saw, there are many misunderstandings inside..."

"Shh-"

Yun Xiao bunched up her index fingers, and her fingers with bright red nails reflected a beautiful luster under the light of the Golden Crow. She glanced at Yang Jian lightly, and said softly, "I know you have cultivated eight or nine profound kung fu, but I can't help you. But Yang Jian, I've treated you well, you didn't think it was enough to hurt Wen Zhongyou, and now you're hurting my brother."

"You say, how should I treat you?"

The unconscious Zhao Gongming was taken back by Yunxiao's yellow scarf warrior. Yang Jian's eyes were bright and dark, and he said, "Yang Jian swears by his life that the interpretation of teaching has no intention of competing with Jiejiao."

"Then how to explain the matter between Wen Zhong and my brother?"

Yun Xiao's eyes fell on Lu Ya in Zhou's camp, and asked.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, his originally calm voice fluctuated, and said, "I didn't do this."

Yun Xiao looked Lu Ya up and down, and said: "You hand over the person who killed my brother, and I will not pursue this matter with you anymore."

Yang Jian's eyes were deep, and he said: "That Lu Ya Sanman, I am not teaching everyone."

"very good."

The Hunyuan Jindou in Yunxiao's hand was sacrificed instantly. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Ya frowned slightly, and took a step ahead of Yunxiao, turning into a long rainbow and leaving.

The Hunyuan Jindou was still screaming in the air, suddenly there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the air, and under the blessing of the five-color radiance, Jieyin and Zhunti came together.

Saints and below are all ants, no matter how high you are, if you are not a saint, you are an ant.

Zhunti held the Tai Chi diagram that originally belonged to Lao Tzu in his hand, sacrificed it casually, and took Yun Xiao into it instantly, then turned his face, looked at Yang Jian, and said gently: "I have an old friend with Tianzun, and now I know that Chanjiao is in trouble." In this great difficulty, we are here to help you."

While speaking, he handed the Taiji diagram to Yang Jian, and said: "This person has profound Taoism, I can't help it for a while, why not press her under the Qilin cliff first, disperse her cultivation, and then try to take her back."

Yang Jian felt cold all over, and the fingers holding the folding fan turned slightly white. He took a deep breath and slowly adjusted his breath.

His cultivation level is no more than that of Yunxiao, even if Yunxiao meets a saint, if he fights with Zhun, the result will be mostly the same.

He can only outsmart.

Yang Jian glanced at Ran Deng and Jiang Ziya behind Zhunti Jieying, and said indifferently: "But Zhunti and Jieying are two saints? Master has something, let Yang Jian give it to the two saints."

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