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

Jin Ling's flying golden sword was too sharp, piercing straight into his chest, tearing Yang Jian so that it hurt to breathe.

Yang Jian's confession didn't seem to arouse any reaction from Jin Ling, but he could vaguely see that Jin Ling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then his eyes were as calm as autumn water.

Jin Ling said: "The whereabouts of Zhong'er."

The familiar and intimate address made Yang Jian lose his mind for a moment, the wound became more and more painful, and blood stained Yang Jian's clothes red.

The consciousness became more and more shallow, Jin Ling's soft hair brushed the back of Yang Jian's hand.

Gently and softly, like a feather brushing over my heart, itchy.

Yang Jian wanted to reach out and grab it, but he couldn't.

"I did not do that."

Yang Jian coughed uncontrollably.

Under the redness of the corners of the eyes caused by the severe cough, the peach blossom eyes that were originally sparkling and unrecognizable showed a bit of inexplicable grievance.

Unknown emotions began to spread in Jin Ling's heart.

What kind of feeling is that?

Like the first ray of breeze under the morning light in the mountains, or like the fragrance from lotus leaves in summer, it has overflowed your surroundings before you even realize it.

Jin Ling always thought that the saddest thing in her life might be Yuanshi Tianzun's indifferent face telling you to do it, or it might be Wen Zhong's hoarse voice saying that life and death will never meet again, but now looking at Yang Jian's close-up When the face was close by, Jin Ling suddenly realized that it was not.

Every pain of ignorance and ignorance in your youth will make you stronger, so strong that you think you are indestructible enough.

Until one day, you thought you were indestructible, but was easily defeated by one person.

Feelings that seem to be true or false surged into my heart, and finally turned into a low sigh, and next to my ear was Nezha's anxious voice: "Friend Daoist, think twice!"

A sharp wind came from behind his ears, and Jin Ling drew his sword instantly.

In a short time, he has already fought against the comer.

After leading the Taoist to feed Yang Jian a golden pill, Zhunti Taoist retreated steadily under Jin Ling's hands.

With a feint, Zhun mentioned the Taoist and said: "Daoist friend, the destiny cannot be violated. Yang Jian's move is just to obey the destiny."

The Taoist guide supported Yang Jian, and said: "The great sage has come out, the destiny is in Zhou, fellow Taoists, don't go against the sky."

The sword was clanging, the golden spirit was standing against the wind, and the hem of her skirt was going away with the wind. She glanced at Yang Jian and said lightly, "Going against the sky?"

"Ten thousand years ago, I did it."

Thinking of what Jin Ling did ten thousand years ago, Taoist Jieyin's face was unnatural for a moment, and then he returned to normal. He didn't raise his head to meet Jin Ling's eyes again, and just used his hands to heal Yang Jian's wound.

Under the saints, no one can withstand Jinling's flying golden sword. If he is injured by the flying golden sword, it will only take a moment for his soul to be wiped out.

Yang Jian is different. Although he is not a saint, he has cultivated eight or nine mystical kung fu, and the magic weapon of immortality cannot harm his body.

But no matter how great the Taoism is, when facing Jin Ling's flying golden sword, even if you don't die, you will peel off your skin.

The leading Taoist looked at Yang Jian and sighed inwardly.

If he was hit by the flying golden sword, he might not be much better than Yang Jian at this time.

The cultivation of Sanqing is truly unfathomable, not to mention that saints are also afraid of the three-pointed four swords and soul-calling banners of the Tongtian leader. Take down the flying golden sword without losing consciousness.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the leading Taoist were a little hot again.

If everything is according to the way of heaven, and after the matter is over, he and Zhunti will be in charge of the Western religion and the heavenly court, then whether it is the magic weapon of the master of Tongtian religion or the eight or nine mysterious skills of Yuanshi Tianzun, it is all his. What's in the bag?

The eyes of the leading Taoist lit up, and he became more serious about healing Yang Jian - Yang Jian, as the head teacher of explaining the teaching, can't die at this time, keeping him will be of great use in the future.

Jin Ling glanced at the receiving Taoist who was healing Yang Jian, and quickly looked away.

The situation of the Battle of the Conferred Gods was mentioned by Laozi to her.

What are you talking about, the energy of Yin and Shang has been exhausted, and the destiny is in the Western Zhou Dynasty. If the destiny is violated, her position as a saint may not be very secure.

Jin Ling listened, but lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

Ten thousand years ago, she dared to go against the sky, and ten thousand years later, she still has this courage.

After being reborn, Jin Ling originally thought that she needed an explanation for her fellow Jiejiao who died tragically for no reason in her previous life. However, the encounter with Yang Jian in the world made her understand many things.

The lives of mortals are fragile and short, but no matter how short and fragile they are, they also have their own thoughts and sparkling temperaments, and they should not be played and applauded by the saints.

In the battlefield on earth, mortals have to decide where to go.

Yin Shang Wen has Bigan, Wu has Huang Feihu, and it is said that Zhong is invincible. The two sons of King Zhou have strategies and are not mediocre people. Arrived at the land where the sun is fading?

"A saint must not interfere with human affairs."

Jin Ling casually held a sword flower in her hand, and pointed the flying golden sword at Zhunti, her voice was cool: "Fellow Daoist, did you forget?"

The wonderful tree of seven treasures was shining brilliantly in the hands of Taoist Zhunti. Taoist Zhunti looked at Jin Ling with a look of compassion, and said, "I can't wait until I obey the destiny."

The leaves fell one after another, Nezha frowned and walked to Jin Ling.

Jin Ling's action of stabbing Yang Jian with a sword without the slightest hesitation was so shocking that the blood from the wound on Yang Jian's body has not stopped now.

The blood fell drop by drop, shocking.

Nezha couldn't help feeling a little regretful, regretting bringing Jin Ling to find Yang Jian now.

The relationship between Yang Jian and Jin Ling has always been a matter of secrecy, and the impression they left on Nezha on the Skull Mountain is extremely close, so Nezha thinks that Jin Ling treats Yang Jian with affection .

Since there is love, Jin Ling will most likely listen to Yang Jian's explanation. Who would have thought that before Yang Jian finished speaking, Jin Ling sent Yang Jian a sword through his chest.

Nezha's eyes were bright and dark. In the final analysis, he didn't know Jin Ling well enough. Jin Ling's face didn't show much expression for ten thousand years. From her face, it was impossible to tell how she was feeling.

Taoist Zhunti assumed a fighting posture, and Nezha looked at Yang Jian, whose eyes were dim, and said to Jin Ling, "Let's go."

In a sense, Nezha felt that it was really timely for Zhunti and the Taoist to guide him. If they didn't come, but with his own strength, he couldn't stop Jin Ling from killing Yang Jian.

But after thinking about it carefully, Nezha faintly felt that something was wrong-the introduction and the right mention were really coincidental.

Don't come early, don't come late, but it happened when Jin Ling attacked Yang Jian.

It's like, it's been planned long ago.

Nezha's pupils narrowed slightly, and he turned his face to look at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling didn't seem to notice, just looked at Zhunti.

Nezha frowned, and said to Jin Ling, "We are not their opponents."

The answer was Huaguang of the Four Elephant Pagoda who suddenly appeared.

Under the brilliant light, Jin Ling's eyes were as bright as water, and his voice was like a cold wind blowing through frost and snow: "Not necessarily."

When the saints were fighting, Nezha couldn't intervene at all.Fortunately, the guide Taoist was only on the sidelines to treat Yang Jian's wound, and only Zhunti and Jin Ling did it.

Nezha felt at ease.

In another round, the flying golden sword collided with the Qibao Miaoshu, and Taoist Zhunti paused for a moment. Seeing this, the Taoist leader was shocked, let go of Yang Jian, and wanted to join the battle group.

Taoist Zhunti glanced at him, adjusted his breath, and said, "Let's go."

Jieyin was startled: "Let's go?"

Their eyes met, Jieyin quickly reacted, nodded, and quickly disappeared into the woods with Yang Jian.

The leaves are all over the ground, and people step on them, creaking.

The splendor of the Four Elephants Pagoda disappeared, and the Flying Gold Sword was also held in Jin Ling's palm.

Compared with Zhunti Taoist's slight embarrassment, she was no different from before, even her breathing was steady, and she was not affected by the fight just now.

She looked around and asked Nezha, "What mountains are there?"

Nezha was a little confused by her question - judging from her attitude of wanting to kill Yang Jian just now, shouldn't her focus now be on how to hunt down Yang Jian and ask Wen Zhongyunxiao's whereabouts?Why do you suddenly care about the nearby mountains?

Nezha was confused and asked, "Aren't you going to kill Yang Jian?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nezha felt that the words were very wrong, making him seem to hope that Jin Ling would kill Yang Jian.

After thinking about it, Nezha tried to make amends again and again: "No, no, I mean—"

Nezha looked at Jin Ling, and said cautiously: "—Are you not angry anymore?"

Jin Ling glanced at him, waved his hand casually, and the surroundings began to become foggy.

In the midst of the mist, Jin Ling said calmly: "A sage can erase people's memories, but they can't erase people's nature."

Her apprentice, with a deep heart, careful thinking, and scheming, is not under Yuanshi Tianzun, but he does not have the unscrupulous methods of Yuanshi Tianzun.

This is also one of the reasons why she accepted him and why she treated him so well.

Nezha frowned, and said hesitantly, "You... believe him?"

Jin Ling spread out his palm, took a leaf that was slowly falling, and said, "You're not too stupid."

She didn't believe it at first, Wen Zhong's whereabouts were unknown, Yun Xiao's life and death were unknown, Zhao Gongming was lying unconscious in the tent again, everything pointed the finger at Yang Jian.

It can be seen that the moment he saw Yang Jian, Jin Ling was shaken by Yang Jian's frank and wronged eyes.

Going to war with Jiejiao will do a lot of harm to elucidate the teaching, but Yang Jian is a very smart person, so he will not fail to understand this truth.

Coupled with the presence of the presence of the two saints of the Western Sect, they are constantly approaching. Thinking of Tiandao's original plan to let the three Sects kill each other, what else does Jin Ling not understand?

Accurate mention and reception are nothing more than pushing hands of the way of heaven.

Although Tiandao is competing with the Haotian God for destiny on the 33rd heaven at this time, he has never forgotten the matter of conferring gods in the world.

Let the Western religion design the three religions to fight each other, or use the events of ten thousand years ago to instigate Lao Tzu to hate her, it is too in line with Tiandao's consistent style of doing things - sinister and vicious, just reaping profits.

Since Tiandao planned all of this, if he didn't play with it, wouldn't it be a waste of Tiandao's plan?

That's why Jin Ling shot so fast and so ruthlessly.

Yang Jian's words of liking still rang in his ears, and Jin Ling inexplicably felt a little confused.

She has lived for thousands of years, and it's not that she has never heard others say that she likes it, but Yang Jian is the first one to say that she likes it under her sword.

Like, what the hell is it?

As soon as this idea came up, Jin Ling felt it was ridiculous.

She was born innately, and at this age, it is more than enough to be the ancestor of Yang Jian.

Sure enough, after staying in the human world for a long time, he has been contaminated with the seven emotions and six desires of the world.

Now that the matter of conferring gods continues to advance, it's better not to think about these things.

The top priority is to find Wen Zhong, whose whereabouts are unknown, as soon as possible.

As for Yun Xiao who was taken away by Zhun Ti, Jin Ling was not too worried.

When he fought with Zhunzi just now, Jin Ling had already figured out Zhunti's way of doing things. With Zhunti's strength, he couldn't kill Yunxiao for a while, and he couldn't even cut Yunxiao's three flowers and five qi. .

Although Zhunti is also a saint, a saint without destiny's recognition cannot be considered a complete saint after all.

And Yunxiao's foundation is quite deep. In the Battle of the Conferred Gods in the previous life, although Lao Tzu took her away with the map of Qiankun, there was nothing he could do about her, he just pressed her under the Qilin Cliff.

Just imagine, Lao Tzu is helpless against Yun Xiao, if he is not a complete saint, what can he do with her?

But it's just temporarily keeping Yunxiao in the Taiji diagram, in order to lure the weak Tongtian leader to take the bait.

Since he wanted to use Yunxiao to threaten the leader of Tongtian, Yunxiao's safety can be guaranteed before the appearance of the leader of Tongtian. What's more, the practice of quasi-mention and guidance can't do anything to Yunxiao, so Jin Ling is not special. Worried about Yunxiao.

As for Wen Zhong, whose whereabouts were unknown, that was what she was worried about now.

Jin Ling exerted a little force with her fingers and twirled the leaf, and the leaf was infected with her breath.

Jin Ling pinched the leaves and blew lightly: "Go, find Zhong'er's location."

Nezha thought about the terrain of the nearby mountains, and said, "There is a mountain nearby."

After thinking for a while, Nezha hesitated and said, "It's called... Juelongling."

Jin Ling snapped his fingers and asked, "Juelongling?"

Nezha nodded and said, "Not bad."

Thousands of stars were captured in her eyes, and Jin Ling's eyes were bright and dark.

Now that Zhao Gongming was almost killed by Lu Ya, Yun Xiao avenged his brother to avenge the remaining Jin Xian who had been taught, and Yun Xiao was captured by Zhunti Taoist again. Everything seemed to be back to the battle of the gods in the previous life.

In the last life, Wen Zhong died in Juelong Ridge.

After the death of the lieutenant general, Wen Zhong was tricked into Juelongling by a woodcutter transformed by Yang Jian, and was finally burned alive by Yun Zhongzi with a pillar of fire from the God of Heaven.

"take me."

If all the results are the same as the Conferred God in the previous life, then what's the point of her rebirth after all her efforts?

Jin Ling took a deep breath and sent a secret voice to the Master Tongtian.

She originally didn't want the leader of Tongtian to interfere in the matter of conferring the gods.

Lao Tzu's character is unpredictable, no one knows when he will make a move, Jin Ling has never talked to Master Tongtian about conferring gods, and he deliberately let Master Tongtian guard against Lao Tzu.

But things have progressed to this point, which is no longer in her control.

Penglai Island, Biyou Palace.

Master Tongtian, who was swaying and drinking wine, snapped his fingers, and the wine spilled on his clothes.

The raised peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze began to become sharp.

Daoist Duobao who was sitting under him frowned and asked, "Master?"

Master Tongtian flicked the wine off his clothes, put the wine glass on the table, and said, "I'll go out for a while, you stay at home and are not allowed to go anywhere."

Gui Ling said: "Where is Master going? I want to go too."

"Meet an old friend, you don't have to follow."

Master Tongtian stretched out his palm, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian appeared in his palm. He handed the Four Swords of Zhuxian to Duobao, and said, "Do you remember the formation?"

Duobao took it, nodded and said, "I remember."

"That's fine."

Master Tongtian patted him on the shoulder and said casually: "Protect your brothers and sisters. If a saint visits the island, no matter the reason, just kill him."

Duobao was startled, knowing that there was an accident in the matter of conferring the gods, if not, with the sloppy temperament of the leader of Tongtian, he would not have said such a thing at all.

"Yes."

Duobao lowered her eyes in response.

On Juelongling, clouds and mists form formations, waterfalls hang like hanging, and the dangerous cliffs make people feel chills.

Mo Yu Qilin licked the blood on Wen Zhong's face and let out a wail.

Wen Zhong moved his fingers, and Mo Yu Qilin arched him to his side again, trying to warm up his gradually cold body temperature.

The Taoist priest in the hydration robe slowly descended from the clouds, and the black jade unicorn stood upside down with hair all over his body, looking at the coming person vigilantly.

The person who came was Yun Zhongzi.

When Yuanshi Tianzun fell, Yun Zhongzi was in retreat, so he didn't rush back to Qilin Cliff immediately. When he came out of retreat, Taoist Ran Deng had been waiting at the entrance of his cave for a long time.

Ran Deng only said that Yuanshi Tianzun was killed by the Jujiao Jinling, and Yang Jian took over the interpretation, vowing to fight to the death with the Jujiao.

How could Yun Zhongzi, as Yuanshi Tianzun's apprentice, not be annoyed when his master fell?Therefore, Yun Zhongzi obeyed Ran Deng's words and waited here for Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong was the elder of the three dynasties of the Yin and Shang dynasties, and he was also the leader of the golden spirit. Once he died, the power of Jiejiao in the world would be greatly reduced, but he was also extremely advanced in morality, and he could not be burned with only the pillar of fire from the God of Tongtian, so he lit the lamp. He also gave Yun Zhongzi a purple gold bowl, and asked him to kill Wen Zhong with a pillar of fire from the God of Heaven and a purple gold bowl.

Yun Zhongzi waited in Juelongling for several days, and now, Wen Zhong finally came.

Yun Zhongzi said: "Fellow Daoist made it easy for me to find."

Wen Zhong raised his eyelids, and said in a contemptuous voice, "You want to kill me?"

Yun Zhongzi said in a cold voice: "The hatred of killing a master is not to be shared."

Wen Zhong sneered: "He deserves it."

Yun Zhongzi's face froze, and he used his hand to guide the thunder, and the pillar of fire from the Heavenly God shot out from the ground, surrounding Wen Zhong.

The divine fire was blazing, Mo Yu Qilin kept roaring, Wen Zhong pinched a fire-avoiding sword, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "Your Taoism is nothing more than that."

"Is it?"

Yun Zhongzi threw the purple golden bowl given to him by Taoist Ran Deng upwards, and the purple golden bowl was slowly pressed down, Wen Zhong's chest throbbed, and he coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

The Jiuxiao Lieguan was scattered on the ground, Wen Zhong's white hair was stained with blood, and before his consciousness completely disappeared, he felt a cool breath over him.

"Zhong'er!"

Jin Ling split the purple gold bowl with a sword, and the Four Elephant Pagoda immediately took away the divine fire. Wen Zhong, who was leaning on the black jade unicorn's back, was as pale as paper, and his breathing became shallower every time.

Nezha, who was following Jin Ling, looked at Yun Zhongzi and asked hesitantly, "Master?"

Yun Zhongzi said: "Taiyi's apprentice?"

Nezha nodded, looked at the dying Wen Zhong, then at Yun Zhongzi, and asked in doubt, "What are you doing to hurt Wen Zhong?"

Yun Zhongzi's eyes were cold, and he said, "Are you a disciple of Chanjiao, or a disciple of Jiejiao?"

Nezha said, "Of course I am a disciple of Chanjiao."

Yun Zhongzi sacrificed the magic weapon, and said: "Since you are a disciple of Chanjiao, why don't you punish the disciples of Jiejiao with me!"

Longhuyu Ruyi protected Wen Zhong's heart, and Jin Ling slowly raised his head: "Looking for death."

After the traces of the fire, the originally verdant towering ancient trees withered and decayed, without a trace of vitality.

Wen Zhong was almost like these ancient trees, if she was one step late, Wen Zhong would die quietly in Juelong Ridge just like in the previous life.

Wen Zhong's pulse was so weak that she could hardly feel it.

The tragedy of the extermination of the sect in the previous life flashed through her mind one by one, and the helplessness of being played by Yuanshi Tianzun and Tiandao in this life seemed to erupt at this moment.

The flying golden sword turned into a formation of thousands of swords and fell down with a bang.

The deafening sound lasted for a while, and the Huntian Ling in Nezha's hand tightened and loosened again.

"You, killed Master?"

Wen Zhong's breath gradually became stable, Jin Ling said indifferently: "Otherwise?"

"Wait for him to kill Zhong'er?"

The light of the Golden Crow dimmed, and Lu Ya appeared in the clouds, spreading out his palms, and Yun Zhongzi's consciousness stood in his palms.

Lu Ya said, "You were also killed by her?"

Yun Zhongzi's spiritual consciousness became weaker and weaker, and Lu Ya cast a spell to stabilize his last wisp of spiritual consciousness.

Yun Zhongzi said weakly: "I will teach you when the sky is dead."

Lu Ya handed him a golden pill and said, "I can help you."

After eating the golden elixir, Yun Zhongzi gathered his soul that was about to dissipate, and slapped Lu Ya, "Who is a fellow Taoist?"

Lu Ya said: "West Kunlun, Lu Ya is a scattered person."

Yun Zhongzi had doubts on his face, and Lu Ya's voice was cool: "Ten thousand years ago, the only one who escaped from her was the last three-legged golden crow in the world."

In the great battle ten thousand years ago, Yun Zhongzi hadn't learned the truth yet, but only vaguely learned a thing or two from other people.

When the world was first divided, all things had spirits, and if there were spirits, they had divine power, and if there were divine powers, there were disputes, so that the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the floods raged. However, all things without divine power could only struggle to survive in dire straits, waiting for death day by day coming.

Saints are not allowed to interfere in human affairs, so Yuan Shitian honored Jin Ling to collect all the spiritual power of demigods in the world, curb disputes in the world, divide yin and yang, transform the sun and the moon, and reshape everything in the world.

The demigods who lost their spiritual power became ordinary creatures, living, aging, sick and dying with the flick of a finger.

Since then, there have been no more rare and exotic beasts in the world, and mortals have stepped onto the stage of history and began to control the world.

Lu Ya's eyes were deep: "What grievances you have with the three religions has nothing to do with me."

"What I want is for the golden soul to be wiped out in smoke, and the bone to be turned into ashes."

The author has something to say:

Jin Ling: Come on, come on, I don’t want to be cowardly

If you say more, you will add more, unambiguously!

What happened to Luya was a private setting before

The time when Jin Ling walked against the sky and almost died

By the way, I have always thought that Yunxiao and Jinling are the most awesome creatures under the saints

When Lao Tzu broke through the Yellow River formation with nine bends

There is a way with Yunxiaomu

We can only keep her in the Qiankun map and put her under the Qilin cliff

But Bi Xiao and Qiong Xiao, who are relatively shallow

died instantly

It can be seen from this, um, Empress Yunxiao

Probably turned on the plug-in