[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

In mid-air, she stepped on the clouds and walked forward.Suddenly, she stopped.Looking around, there is nothing but the endless sea of ​​clouds.

Out of nowhere, she yelled: "You... are Yang Chan!"

Three points for caution, three points for vigilance, and four points for fear.

Yang Chan said calmly, "I'm here."

"What are you doing here!" the voice asked.

"Since we've arrived at Nantianmen, we naturally want to enter the Heavenly Court," she said.

"What are you going to do in Heaven!"

"Come and complain."

"What to complain about!"

"A battle in the lower realm is about to start, and the lives of all people will be destroyed. Don't you care?"

"He who inherits the destiny, don't ask about the affairs of the world! This is the rule..."

"Rules, ha..." Yang Chan sneered, "Who made the rules? I'm looking for the person who made the rules!"

Suddenly, he swung his weapon with such momentum that he slashed down towards the void!A three-pointed two-edged knife stirred up the sea of ​​clouds and waves, and it was churning by itself!

"Don't shrink back like a moron! Come out—!"

With a deep voice, the soldiers pounded the dragon again, there was a loud noise, and two towering heavenly gates appeared in the distance. Behind the gates, a city, pavilions, towers and pavilions could be seen faintly.

Heaven is close at hand.

"It is said by mortals that a candle dragon holds a candle to guard the gate of heaven," she said, "Now that I am here, I see you shrinking and shrinking. A heavenly court is always erratic in the sky. What are you trying to hide?"

The voice lost all confidence: "Yang Chan! You go back..."

She sneered: "Since I have come, there is no reason to go back. The world is about to suffer, but you, the masters of the Three Realms, are huddled here. Those scholars who have no strength to restrain chickens in the world have more backbone than you!"

"Since you have accepted the fate, you should understand: all calamities in the world are destiny, and destiny cannot be violated. Since the luck of the Han people is exhausted, you can't ask for more..."

"Oh, that Jurchen believes in shamans! If all the Han people in the world are dead, who will come to worship you and make offerings to you!"

The voice sneered and said: "Ordinary people always have to believe in one thing to fill the emptiness in their hearts. It doesn't matter if they are Han people or Jurchens? Shamans or not, so what? At that time, if someone believes in something, there will be offerings. What you believe is not that important."

"That's right, the heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and they treat everything as a humble dog. In the eyes of you and others, the common people in the lower world are all ants, so why do you need to distinguish the difference between ants and ants..." She then laughed at herself, "And I am one of them!" A group of ants came here because both the ants and I wanted to figure out the same thing..."

"What do you want to find out?"

She flashed her long weapon again, and pointed at the gate of heaven with a silver blade: "What is—destiny!"

"presumptuous!"

The majestic power of the sky is coming at your death—there are still clouds above the sea of ​​clouds, and the clouds are condensed, gradually covering the noon sun little by little, only the golden rim coated by the sun, half hidden in the black Behind the clouds, there is a stuffy, dull black-gold color.

"Because you inherited the candle, we have not interfered with you for many years, but today, we must not continue to indulge!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers have been deployed, and the heads of the people block the secret place of the Tianmen Gate. It seems that they are rushing out, and they will come to kill Yang Chan as soon as the decree comes down!

Yang Chan smiled slightly: "It's just me, you two are in a big battle."

"For you, how dare we underestimate you! Back then, Yang Jian formed a magic circle not only to help you break through the barrier, but also to add the power of life to you! Now, you have the power of Zhu Jiuyin, and no one in the Three Realms can do it. Block you again. But you must know that from the very beginning, the fire of the Candle Dragon, which is so powerful in the Three Realms, should not be left to one person!"

"Who should get it? It's not you or me, but the candlelight," Yang Chan said indifferently, "It seems that it takes a lot of work to get into this door today."

"It depends on whether you can break through the three armies!"

"Okay," she raised her chin and said with a smile, "I, Yang Chan, today, I will let you and others appreciate what is truly sweeping away thousands of troops!"

Raise your hand, turn the clouds and rain!The last ray of black gold in this sea of ​​clouds has also faded away, and it is actually self-catalyzing lightning and thunder, and the coma is like the end of the world!

Raise your hand again, take the cloud as the base, and transform into a human form, and you can see countless tall bodies rising from the sea of ​​clouds. The leader is holding a giant axe, and Yang Chan is on his shoulders. The momentum is awe-inspiring and unstoppable!

She stood proudly on the shoulders of the giant transformed by the sea of ​​clouds, "You have hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, and I have the transformation of all things in my hands. You can't stop me."

It shouldn't be there, but hearing the sound of the golden drum, hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers roared in unison:

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Three sounds passed, the soldiers joined forces, and the blades collided with each other, stirring up a sad song.

Knowing that the arms of the mantis are acting like a car, why do you want to fly like moths into the flames?

She was puzzled.

There have been dead and wounded, a piece of blood was spilled, and fell to the mortal world through the red-stained clouds.

That mortal world is also fighting.

Looking at the white blades and blood pouring out, Gu Xun has never been dead!

Someone looked up and saw the rain of blood pouring from the sky, but before they could marvel, a long arrow pierced through the heart, and the blood also poured on the ground.

In the sky and on the earth, the rain of blood is indistinguishable. In a war, how many bones sacrificed for hegemony, and how many innocent souls lamented and mourned.

"Achan! Stop!"

A familiar voice approached her face. She had known this day would come, but all the words were gone like the wind, and the only thing that came to her mouth was this one: "Nezha, long time no see."

Nezha froze.

This sound aroused the friendship between the two of them for more than 2000 years, and this sound will also erase this friendship from now on—on the battlefield, let alone friendship!

He gritted his teeth again and again, and finally said: "Today, can I persuade you to go back?"

"No." She replied, her voice was neither soft nor heavy, but she was extremely firm.

"You must not enter the gate of heaven, absolutely not..." He hesitated to speak, his expression was all to cover up.

"Why," she asked curiously, "Nezha, you know something, right?"

"This..." He glanced at a certain place, and immediately retracted, "In short, you can't move forward, otherwise don't blame me for not caring about old feelings!"

She followed his gaze and understood half of it.

"My second brother is the brother who lived and died with you on the battlefield," she said, "but in the end, you still sided with your father, right?"

"I..." Nezha Xu had been told right in his heart, and his expression was tangled.

"I don't blame you for what your father did, because you didn't know what he did, but..." Yang Chan continued, "If you want to stop me today, please use all your strength."

"Achan..." He fixed his gaze on her, his eyes seemed to be pleading.

"Years ago, the two heavenly gates couldn't stop Yang Jian, and today they can't stop Yang Chan either," she said, "If you don't use all your strength, I'm afraid I will kill you..."

With a deep voice, Yang Chan urged the inner yuan, and the Honghao aura that he carried was the extreme state that Nezha had never seen before!

"Third Prince, I will come to help you!"

Hearing a pipa, the strings vibrated in all directions, smashing Yang Chan's puppet soldiers!

In a flash, she passed Nezha.Looking at each other in danger, Nezha twitched his brows and said in a loud voice: "Everyone be careful!"

As soon as the word "heart" fell, the sound stopped and the string broke.With only one handle with three points and two blades, Yang Chan broke through the magic sound, cut the pipa in two, and the blade passed through the body.

The sea of ​​magic rituals disappeared like this.

"Brother!" The three brothers of the Mo family, who were in the other three directions, suddenly saw the bad news, no matter how hard they were to restrain themselves, they all rushed to this direction!

"Stupid." Yang Chan disdainfully, long soldiers and clubs to the sea of ​​clouds, then the puppet giant, waved a palm to Mo Lishou, who fell straight to the lower world; Unable to resist, the sword was broken and the person died.

In a short while, after such an accident, Mo Lihong tightly held the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"You are left," Yang Chan pointed the tip of his weapon straight at him, "If you retreat, I will spare you."

"I will live and die with all my brothers!" Mo Lihong used the magic weapon, "Yang Chan, take your life!"

Open the Hunyuan Umbrella, and put it under Yang Chan's hood; the latter has the chance to win, and catches the umbrella cover.

A magical weapon with all its abilities removed, Mo Lihong held just an ordinary umbrella.

There is a method of turning wood into blades, and naturally blades can also be turned into grass.

The umbrella fell, and Mo Lihong's throat was strangled in Yang Chan's hands. It was up to her to decide whether to kill or keep.

"stop!"

Finally, the fire-pointed gun was only half an inch away from the back of her head.

"Nezha, you finally figured it out, are you going to make a move?" She sighed softly, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

The energy is urged out, and no life is spared under the palm.Mo Lihong wailed for a long time, and in her palm, it turned into a ring-sword.

She glanced at it: "It's the first time I use my life to transform a weapon. This weapon is considered convenient, but I don't like it."

Then, let go of it and let it fall into the clouds.

A pointed spear was pointed at the back of her neck.

Seeing that his colleagues for many years ended up in this way, Nezha said angrily, "Why are you so cruel..."

"Cruel?" Yang Chan asked back, "Nezha, you told me back then that killing someone is nothing to prove the truth for yourself. You killed the Dragon Prince of Donghai, do you think you are cruel?"

"That's two different things..."

"How could it be? It's because you don't know the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea, so it's okay to kill him; but now, you are familiar with all the colleagues in the Heavenly Court. If you are killed by me, you think I am cruel, right?"

She turned her head and pushed the gun away: "Nezha, this is human nature. I once said that I like to kill people, whether I have a heart or not, I am such a person, but you never really understand It's all over...and you, have you ever understood yourself?"

"I'm different from you...I'm not like you!"

"Really? Then let me remind you of one thing," Yang Chan said, "Your father worked with the second brother. He was also responsible for ordering the eradication of sects. In the end, he spread rumors and made the second brother a target. Second brother I don't blame your father, it's because the second elder brother has no distractions and doesn't pay attention to Li Jing and rumors. But, I don't forgive..."

"..."

"Nezha, I don't forgive your father. Although the second brother died because of me in the battle of Huashan, everyone present at that time was the executioner who forced him to death. Your father, hidden Behind the scenes, he is the culprit, I do not forgive him..."

"Achan..."

"So, can you tell me your choice..." She grabbed him firmly, with a look of sadness he had never seen before, "Tell me, one is your brother who fought with you on the same battlefield, and the other is yours." Father, which of the two do you choose, which do you choose?!"

He didn't know the answer to such a question.He wanted to answer her, but he couldn't.

Because Yang Jian is dead, but Li Jing is still alive.

How can the dead be compared with the living?

"I originally wanted to stop...his..." he said.

The "he" in his mouth refers to his father.

"Ah..." After a long while, Yang Chan put away her sorrowful eyes, and her expression softened, a gentleness that Nezha had never seen before, "I know."

At that moment, time stopped, and he almost thought it was an illusion... No, it was an illusion.

Because he caught a glimpse, several feet away, another Yang Chan appeared sideways, holding a thin iron plate between two fingers, and flicked across Li Jing's throat.

Nezha suddenly remembered what Yang Jian had said to him.

"...my sister's weapon can kill gods."

"father--!"

It was supposed to be a shocking roar, but it was easily covered up in this noisy battlefield.

"Now, you are the same as me." She nodded and smiled at him, as if seeing through his heart, "Come on, tell me, how do you choose?"

The one who answered her was Nezha's gun, pointing the gun at her, without hesitation, it came out through the body!

So in front of his eyes, the figure in front of him turned into a flowing cloud, but before dissipating, he kept holding on to that damn smile.

She is laughing at him!

This idea came to his mind, and he rushed to Li Jing's place eagerly, that Yang Chan stood alone, the iron plate on his fingertip was dyed vermilion.

"It was too late when you called him just now," she pointed to a corpse lying on his back, "he didn't hear it."

The fire pointed spear pierced the body again, and it turned into a cloud again.

"Father..." She wanted to kneel beside him, but the battle was urgent and there was no time to be sad.

"Where are people!" He was full of anger again, vowing to kill the evil spirits.In the battle formation, several Yang Chans were fighting with others, none of them seemed real, and none of them seemed real.

Suddenly, he remembered Yang Chan's original purpose.

——Into the gate of heaven.

Looking back, sure enough, a figure left the battle and rushed towards Tianmen in a hurry.When he saw this scene and his father's body, he read: the old friendship is gone.

Not anymore...not anymore!

"Yang Chan! Stop leaving!"

He rushed towards that figure, out of hatred or anger, the tip of the gun hit his face like a gust of wind, Yang Chan was caught off guard but not too hard to resist!

"Chong!"

Head-to-head confrontation, the three-pointed and two-edged knife could barely hold the gun head, and the two of them finally faced each other with swords.

"Why do you force me!" he asked her.

"Yes, why are you forcing me!" She also asked him.

Both, the hatred is hard to calm down, and the anger is hard to dissipate!

The best skills in life, both sacrificed, vowing to take the other's life!

Suddenly, a small dog sprang out from the side.

I don't know how and when it came.It's just that in this battle, he bit Nezha fiercely without making a sound.

As a result, the blades on both sides slipped past, and both sides missed.

"Shoutiangou! You..." He was annoyed, and fell on the cloud head helplessly.

"You lost." She was condescending, with the blade pressed against Nezha's throat.

There was a moment of silence, perhaps, neither he nor she could really kill each other just because of those memories.

So the hand raised the knife and dropped it, but the handle of the knife was heavy, and Nezha was shot down to Yuntou.The thin dog barked.

"Go, keep an eye on him."

She gave the order, and the puppy whimpered, but obeyed.

Now, the three armies have found something different, and they all point to her.However, it was too late.

She stepped into the gate of heaven with one foot, and stretched out a hand to everyone outside the gate: "The dragon fire is here, whoever wants to stop me-come!"

No one can come, nor can they arrive in time.

She flickered, leaving countless corpses behind her, and she fulfilled her wish.