Nantianmen!
On the facade of Heavenly Court, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and all generals from Heavenly Court were gathered at Nantianmen.
All the gods looked nervous, and some even had hands trembling.
Opposite them was a man in black robes, who blocked the entire heavenly army with one axe.
Marshal Tianpeng held the nine-tooth nail rake tightly with both hands and said with a serious face: "Yang Jian, His Majesty the Jade Emperor already knows what happened to you in Qianyuan Mountain. You just need to retreat immediately and take Yang Chan and Nezha with them to leave immediately. I can Take one step to reach Qianyuan Mountain."
Yang Jian said coldly: "It can't be done!"
Marshal Tianpeng said with a stern expression, "Don't force me."
Yang Jian was speechless, with a cold face and a white diamond ax in one hand, walking slowly towards Nantianmen.
Marshal Canopy and General Rolling Shutter were so frightened by Yang Jian alone that they couldn't help but retreat.
Wang Ming also followed behind Tianpeng and retreated into Nantianmen.
Listening to Tianpeng shooting Yang Jian from a long distance, Wang Ming complained in his heart: "This Marshal Tianpeng has already openly let off steam and given up his acting skills. No wonder he will turn into a pig later."
At this time, Heaven is short of available soldiers. Immortals like Marshal Tianpeng are naturally extremely precious. As long as they are not openly rebelling, they will be forgiven.
But,
Forgiveness does not mean that the higher ups have forgotten what he did.
It will be liquidated one day.
"Whoosh!"
A demon mirror at Nantianmen emits a ray of light on Yang Jian.
The name of the mirror is called the mirror. The fact is that it can be used by gods, humans and monsters. It reflects the art of change. Under the illumination of this mirror, anyone can only pass through the Nantianmen with their true face.
When Wang Ming came here for the first time, he was extremely glad that he did not use the method of transformation to change his appearance, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.
"Crack!"
A demon mirror hanging on the Nantian Gate was chopped into pieces by Yang Jian with an axe.
The light from the demon mirror did no harm, but it dazzled Yang Jian's eyes. Yang Jian, who was already filled with hatred, immediately flew up and struck out with an axe.
With the fall of the ax, the battle began in an instant.
Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers surrounded Yang Jian and started a fierce fight.
Yang Jian was just a servant, but the heavenly soldiers wanted to kill him.
After fighting for a long time, Yang Jian's men did not end a life.
"Quickly go and ask your majesty and the empress to move away from the enemy." Marshal Tianpeng said with a gloomy look on his face, calling General Zhulian to go to Yaochi to deliver a message.
Wang Ming stood behind Marshal Tianpeng and looked at Yang Jian's great mercy and axe. He thought to himself: "His hatred is not pure. How can he avenge his hatred with impure hatred?"
But it is precisely because in addition to hatred, he also has righteousness in his heart that he is the Erlang God, not the Erlang Demon.
No one was killed by his men, so he could be cleared later.
Wang Ming asked himself that it was absolutely impossible for him to retain his kindness with such hatred. It would be rational not to destroy the world together.
Wang Ming shook his head and sighed: "Maybe He is the Erlang Shen!"
This sentence was indeed heard by Marshal Tianpeng, and he immediately glanced at Wang Ming and said: "What Erlang Shen is not Erlang Shen? I don't care how you usually cheat and cheat. At this time, when the heaven is alive or dead, you must come up to me. Stop Yang Jian."
Wang Ming immediately pretended to be panicked and said, "Marshal! I'm not good at fighting!"
Marshal Tianpeng ignored Wang Ming's excuse at this time and said impatiently: "Yang Jian doesn't kill people, so what are you afraid of?"
When Tianpeng was about to push Wang Ming out with a slap, Wang Ming immediately interrupted: "Stop, stop, stop!!!! I will do my best, I will do my best."
After Wang Ming finished speaking, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a kilometer behind him into his palm, and a commanded light ball appeared on his palm.
Tianpeng was frightened by Wang Ming's spellcasting scene, and said to himself: "This idiot, Guangming, pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger."
"Ah!" Yang Jian roared and knocked down a heavenly soldier with an axe. He immediately became alert and noticed the movement here.
Wang Ming instantly launched the light ball in his hand hundreds of meters into the sky. The light ball instantly exploded horizontally, and a spiritual cloud layer appeared over the entire battlefield.
Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals 0_0 sluggish
Marshal Tianpeng (乛_乛): "You are making such a big noise, and that's it! That's it?"
"Rain?" Yang Jian (一`??一) frowned and held his palm deep in his hand.
Light rain fell in the sky above the heaven.
In this scene, some people cursed secretly at first, but when the rain fell on them, they were speechless.
The heavenly soldiers and generals who had been knocked to the ground by Yang Jian got up immediately, and all their injuries were healed.
Yang Jian was very worried when he saw this situation.
"Oops! I have no more power. Come on!" Wang Ming said with a tired look.
Tianpeng watched as the heavenly soldiers who were all healed from their injuries surrounded Yang Jian again and started a melee.
No!
He should be beaten passively!
The pressure in Tianpeng's heart relaxed a little, and he patted Wang Ming on the shoulder and said: "Brother Guangming, you have a way! I didn't believe you before when you said you were good at treatment, but now I believe it."
At this time, Heaven does not yet have the ultimate sea-fixing needle——Laojun in Heaven.
So without those elixirs and elixirs, it would be extremely difficult to recover from injuries.
Tianpeng said happily: "With this spell, all the damage Yang Jian caused to the soldiers will disappear."
Wang Mingzhi stood quietly aside, pretending to recover his magic power, and thought to himself: "Can the effect be bad? A drop of rain is enough to kill a mortal."
This dead mortal is the kind of person who has no wounds on his body and has been dead for an hour.
It can be said that the effect of this drop of rain is equal to the effect of practicing the "Shen Zhao Sutra" for ten years.
Sudden,
Tianpeng Feimao said: "No, your spell not only healed the injuries of the heavenly soldiers, but also healed Yang Jian's injuries."
Wang took a look at Tianpeng and said, "Are you sure Yang Jian can be injured?"
Canopy also reacted immediately.
"If this continues, we may be able to kill Yang Jian." Marshal Tianpeng said.
Three hours later,
Wang Ming cast two more healing spells, and Yang Jian was so tired from the battle that he was covered in sweat.
The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals were extremely grateful to Wang Ming for [Spiritual Rain Healing Technique] at first, but now they are scolding him in their hearts.
All he had to do was get hit with an ax by Yang Jian, and he could just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and today's salary would be paid.
But,
Now I have no choice but to line up one by one to get beaten.
Wang Ming looked at the battle below and thought to himself: "Is his magic power really endless? Or is his hatred endless and his power endless?"
Yang Jian has been fighting until now, except that he is covered in sweat, and he is not tired at all.
If calculated according to normal cultivators at this level, his mana would have been exhausted two or three times already, and Yang Jian was still very active.
At this time, Wang Ming caught a glimpse of a pale-faced man in white clothes coming from afar.
"Tiannu?" Wang Ming thought to himself.
On this day, Tiannu was sent by the Jade Emperor to summon Tianpeng back, opened the Tianhe River and released weak water, hoping to drown Yang Jian with the weak water.
