Xingtian's essence and blood floated in Yang Jian's heart.
Even if he just stayed there, the aura he exuded was constantly nourishing the surrounding meridians.
A drop of blood essence from the ancient god of war, Xing Tian, would definitely be a huge opportunity for anyone today.
This is true even for higher-level quasi-sages.
In the secret room, Yang Jian sat cross-legged.
He circulated his whole body's magic power and began to refine that drop of Xingtian's essence and blood.
As time went by, Yang Jian found that refining this blood essence was far more difficult than imagined.
Just the ten-thousand-year demon pill from before.
It didn't take Yang Jian a few days to refine it completely.
But now, facing such a drop of the blood essence of the ancient god, Yang Jian's whole body of mana circulated for several weeks, but the other party remained motionless.
It's like trying to hit a good piece of iron, but when you hit it with a sledgehammer, the hammer shattered, but the piece of iron didn't move at all, without any change.
"As expected of the ancient god's blood."
Yang Jian sighed in his heart.
Even if it is just a drop of essence and blood, it must not be underestimated.
In comparison, the Ten Thousand Years Demonic Pill is nothing more than a firefly under the sun.
Yang Jianping calmed down and abandoned distracting thoughts.
Devote yourself wholeheartedly to refining.
Concentrate the whole body's magic energy and refine it with all your strength.
Time passed little by little, and there was no armor above the ninth level.
During Yang Jian's period of retreat, the entire Three Realms were facing a huge impact.
…
On the demon-slaying platform, the blood never dries.
The demon-slaying platform, which had never been used once since Sun Wukong caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, was now full of heads.
One after another, the mountain monsters who caused trouble to the world were pushed to the monster killing platform.
Day after day, year after year.
Countless corpses were thrown into the world and piled up into mountains.
Countless blood spilled on the human world, on the mountain of corpses, and the rain of blood continued all year round.
Countless resentful souls poured into the underworld and suffered in layers.
In the Wuji territory of the four major continents, the golden-armored heavenly soldiers are constantly fighting, killing demons and demons, and doing justice for heaven.
"The heavenly army is passing through, Xianza retreats!"
Such sounds began to appear frequently in the world.
Suddenly, the demons in the world were in panic.
The people could finally live in peace.
The situation where demons have been rampant in the world for thousands of years is changing at an extremely fast speed.
A new era of peace and prosperity seems to be around the corner.
However……
"The heavenly army is passing by, and Xianzai retreats!"
A loud shout resounded throughout the sky.
I saw countless golden-armored heavenly armies above the sky, soaring past the clouds and galloping into the distance.
On the ground, countless mortals looked up to the sky, pointed curiously, or knelt down devoutly.
The sound of the bell is so melodious that some emperors even regarded this scene as auspicious and a sign of mercy from heaven, and used it to praise the emperor's majesty.
At this time, in a small town at the foot of Nahua Mountain...
The town is lush and bustling with people.
And one of the teahouses was even more crowded.
A storyteller is speaking out loud at this moment.
"Let's talk about that day. The demon monk of Feiyun Kingdom was having a grand banquet in the temple. He had 47,000 little demons under his command. They used human beings as sheep, called two-legged sheep, butchered them to make mats. Human flesh was used as dishes, and human blood was used as pulp to eat. So happy!"
The storyteller took a sip of tea.
Looking at the audience crowded together in the teahouse, he continued: "But at this moment, war drums were beating in the sky, and the group of demons looked up to the sky, only to see tens of thousands of golden-armored heavenly troops surrounding the mountaintop, with murderous intent rising. , but the leader looks like a young man who has not yet arrived."
The storyteller smiled and asked, "Do you know who this person is?"
"Needless to say, it must be Lord Erlang!"
one person yelled.
"That's right! It's Zhenjun Erlang!" the storyteller continued: "I just heard General Lingkong read out the petition in one day, ordering the demon monk and the 47,000 little demons to surrender. The demon monk refused to obey and resisted!"
The storyteller took a deep breath, but only heard Erlang Zhenjun calmly say: "Kill! No mercy!"
"Okay! Domineering!"
"As expected of the God of War in heaven, with such courage!"
…
The storyteller continued, and the people around him were even more fascinated.
At this time, there was a table at the entrance of the teahouse.
It looks like a family of three.
The woman is dressed in white neon clothes. She is naturally as beautiful as a flower, but she is no more than twenty years old.
The husband next to her looked a little more ordinary. He was about 30 years old, holding an infant baby in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The woman became excited after hearing this.
There was a somewhat proud smile on his face.
"As my second brother, I didn't expect that I would be so popular in this lower realm now."
Yang Chan said with a bit of pride: "I will say that my second brother is different. He is very different from the gods in heaven who eat their corpses and eat nothing."
"My wife and I have been married for three years, and I haven't paid a visit to your brother yet. It's really disrespectful."
Liu Yanchang felt helpless towards his wife: "I don't know what he will think of us."
"Don't worry, my second brother dotes on me the most. He won't embarrass you. When we got married, I heard from Sister Chang'e that my second brother had been in seclusion for a while. I think it was because of this that he didn't come to see me. Don’t worry, there’s always a chance.”
Yang Chan comforted her husband.
But Liu Yanchang still felt a little uneasy in his heart: "You said that the union between the two of us is not allowed by the laws of heaven, but as the great judicial god in charge of the laws of heaven, will this..."
"Won't."
Yang Chan interrupted Liu Yanchang: "My second brother will not allow anyone to harm us if he is here."
"All right."
Liu Yanchang nodded in agreement.
But at this time, a pair of eyes not far away were looking at the happy young couple not far away.
"snort……"
He snorted coldly, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Zhenjun Erlang, Zhenjun Erlang, you said you want to practice the rule of law and restore the majesty of heaven, then I want to see which one you choose between Tiantiao and my own sister!"
…
"Say, when the demonic monk saw that the situation was over, he immediately revealed his true form and forced the Meishan brothers back. The demonic monk's body turned out to be a huge and towering centipede like a mountain, a ten-thousand-year-old centipede spirit. The Meishan brothers were no match for him."
The storyteller said excitedly: "But I saw that True Lord Erlang took action at this time. Although the centipede spirit had thousands of years of Taoism, he was not taken seriously by True Lord Erlang at all. The centipede spirit of ten thousand years was the first to attack, but just one face to face He was knocked down from the sky by Erlang Zhenjun's move, and then saw Erlang Zhenjun wave his hand, and his divine power burst out, and the thousand-foot-high mountain suddenly collapsed, suppressing the ten thousand-year-old centipede spirit, and could no longer do evil..."
…
…
"Okay, okay!"
"Zhenjun Erlang is so awesome!"
"That's right, our Third Holy Mother of Huashan knows that she is the sister of Zhenjun Erlang!"
"Really? The Three Holy Mothers are the most efficacious and ensure good weather for the whole party. I didn't expect that the elder brother above is even more powerful."
…
The story ends.
The audience gradually leaves.
It was already setting sun.
Liu Yanchang and Yang Chan walked home slowly with their children in their arms.
Little did he know that his every move was being monitored.
And in a corner outside the teahouse.
A beggar in ragged clothes was looking up at the sky.
"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, after so many years, I wonder if you still remember me."
The beggar sneered.
He stood up, walking unsteadily, as if he would fall down and die at any moment.
"Now that I am lucky enough to survive, Lingshan! Heavenly Court! Master! The accounts will be settled one by one!"
