Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa fainted.
There were many immortal cultivators around them, and they were rescued without much effort.
Jiang Ziya is not good at cultivating immortals, but he is not weak in other aspects. Although Yang Jian and the others tried their best to hide their thoughts, they could be seen by him at a glance.
He was furious for a moment, and he was trapped in poverty all his life.
Explain the teaching.
Yuanshi Tianzun paid most attention to his family background when recruiting disciples.
Human race!
He is the only human race that has entered the Chan religion. (I don’t know, but Jiang Ziya is not the only human being, so I guess he is!)
The cultivation talent of the human race can be said to be extremely poor in Chanjiao, even worse than the monster Shen Gongbao.
But for the sake of immortality, Jiang Ziya endured it.
Later, when he came down the mountain, he suffered a lot of discrimination, especially being scolded by his wife who was a young lady in her fifties and sixties.
After finally helping Zhou to destroy Zhou, he felt proud and proud.
As a result, he was sprayed by Wang Ming's mouth, and now he completely stunk.
"Advance the army and kill this demon who is helping the evildoers." Jiang Ziya gave the order directly.
In an instant, when General Xiqi was about to order the entire army to advance, Yang Jian stood up and said:
"Uncle Master, Wuming is no ordinary man. He is a monk. I have fought with him in heaven. The mortal army cannot pose any threat to him. Let me do it!"
Jiang Ziya thought for a while and realized that there would be no effect if ordinary troops went up there, so he nodded and said: "Okay! Junior nephew Yang Jian, go! Be sure to bring me the man's head."
Yang Jian just smiled bitterly in his heart for a while, then took the order and flew out of the army.
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Yang Jian bowed his hands to Wuming and said, "Brother Wuming, I think you can come to my wedding despite the Jade Emperor's threat. I will give you one last chance to leave Chaoge City immediately."
Wuming shook his head and said, "Yang Jian, you should understand that this is a disaster and I can't escape it."
Yang Jian nodded when he heard this: "Then don't blame me."
After saying that, a three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's hand.
Wang Ming felt his own cultivation. At this time, he still had the cultivation of the Mahayana stage.
then,
Wang Ming said: "Why are brothers Yang Jian so angry! We are acquaintances, let's sit down and have a chat!"
Yang Jian shouted coldly: "You also want to use your sharp tongue to knock me out? I, Yang Jian, have nothing to do with anything, and I also have a fragile heart."
At the same time, as Yang Jian spoke, the weapon in his hand also cut out a sword light. A hundred-foot sword flashed across the sky, trying to cut Wang Ming in two.
"boom!"
A deep ravine was cut on the ground, and all the civil and military officials in Xiqi's army looked nervously at the smoke and dust over there.
Ji Fa asked: "Is that evil thief Xiangfu dead?"
Jiang Ziya said: "Yang Jian is the first among the third-generation disciples of my teachings. The blow just now can be said to be Yang Jian's full blow. Even if the man is not dead, he is definitely injured."
But a gust of wind blew by and the smoke dispersed.
I saw Wang Ming still sitting there, and his clothes were not torn.
Not only were the clothes not torn, but the chairs were not broken.
The most irritating thing is that an erhu appeared in Wang Ming's hand.
The erhu was slowly pulled in Wang Ming's hand.
When Yang Jian saw this situation, he felt a little angry. He had fought with Wang Ming's clone. Now that Wuming didn't use the sword, he felt that this was an insult to him: "You simply don't take me seriously."
After saying that, he waved the three-pointed two-edged sword again, slashing out a series of sword lights, covering Wang Ming.
"Boom boom boom!!!!"
Smoke, dust and gravel filled the sky, once again blocking everyone's sight.
This time no one thought that something happened to Wang Ming, because the melodious melody of the erhu solo still resounded on the battlefield.
When Yang Jian was about to take action again, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He rose into the air, turned around and looked at the million-strong army behind him, and found that every soldier had tears in his eyes, and a real sad atmosphere spread among the million-strong army.
"No! It's just inexplicable grief!"
Yang Jian immediately said loudly: "Brother Wuming, you have gone too far towards ordinary people."
He was afraid of the millions of Xiqi troops, and was mentally broken down by the nameless [inexplicable grief] sad mood and died.
At the same time, he looked at his fellow disciples Nezha, Li Jing, Jin Zha and others, and they also fell into sadness and couldn't extricate themselves.
Immediately pouring his own magic into the eyes of the sky, Yao Ji used the eyes of the gods to monitor the lust of the gods to release powerful ripples of divine power to resist the heartbreaking artistic conception of the erhu melody.
Wuming sat on the wooden chair, put the erhu on his lap, and pulled it slowly.
"Yang Jian, do you know that your life is very sad and pitiful?"
Yang Jian tried his best to resist the sound waves released by Wang Ming, and snorted coldly: "I, Yang Jian, have no need, no one can pity me."
Wuming shook his head and sighed: "Hey! I keep saying that you are a young man, but you still don't believe it. You keep saying that you have never thought about your life carefully. You always think that what you do is right, but in fact you don't know that you are guilty. The mistake was fatal."
Yang Jian didn't want to talk to Wang Ming. He was afraid that Wang Ming would throw dirty water on him, but he had to talk to Wang Ming at this time. If Wang Ming concentrated on releasing his sad mood, it would hurt him and he would be unable to bear it.
"What did I do wrong?" Yang Jian asked deliberately to distract Wang Ming.
But,
It would be a tragedy if he asked himself.
"Your mother, Yao Ji, was actually killed by you." The grief in Wuming's erhu became even more intense.
Wuming's words were like a needle sticking into his heart.
“The Jade Emperor appears to be selfless and ruthless, but in fact he is partial to others.
Yao Ji's crime should be executed immediately according to the law of heaven.
As a result, the punishment was overwhelming. "
Yang Jian didn't want to hear these words, but when they entered his ears, he couldn't help but think about his past. I doubted in my heart: "I really killed myself..."
Wuming said mockingly: "What a terrible punishment under the suppression of Taoshan!"
Yang Jian is not a fool. He has also studied Tian Tiao, and his tough as iron heart has cracks.
Wuming sighed: "The idea of the Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor at that time should be that Yao Ji's matter should not be made public or make a big fuss, and be locked up for two days! Let it go as soon as the limelight is over.
The result?
hehe! "
Yang Jian's heart felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the ripples of divine light released by the Sky Eye were a little unstable.
Wang Ming added the knife and said: "One day in the sky, one year on the earth. If you go out to chop the mountain to save your mother within two days, the matter will be completely messed up. Your uncle, the Jade Emperor, will not be able to do things impartially."
"Do you think you killed your mother yourself?"
"Pfft!" Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I...I...it was me...it was me who killed..."
Yang Jian is a filial person, and his strength comes from his emotions. Wang Ming in turn used his emotions to attack Yang Jian.
Wuming pulled the erhu with an expressionless face, and ripples of sound waves continued to spread out. Without Yang Jian's blockage, the million-strong army could no longer bear it.
Wang Ming is not a murderous person, but he must completely disintegrate the fighting power of these ordinary people.
He was not afraid of Yang Jian and the others, but was afraid of all these soldiers.
Jiang Ziya was protected by the apricot-yellow flag in the middle. The actual damage from the sound wave did not hurt him at all, but the sad mood tortured him a bit.
He endured the resonance of sad emotions and said, "Nephew Yang Jian, don't be fooled. That person's words can confuse right and wrong. Your mother's death has nothing to do with you. It was the Jade Emperor who was too ruthless."
Wuming glanced at Jiang Ziya coldly, and then said slowly: "Jiang Ziya is actually right. Your mother's death has nothing to do with you."
For a moment, everyone who could maintain a fresh consciousness was stunned, wondering why this guy slapped themselves in the face.
"Your mother's death was actually a conspiracy."
