Lustful, uncle, forbidden sex.
If these words are not specified before and after, a family ethics drama or a bloody and sexy taboo story will flash in people's minds.
But when the two parties involved in the story are the Jade Emperor, the most powerful person in heaven, and the most beautiful woman in heaven, the whole story is shrouded in an extremely dangerous veil.
Once Yang Jian's words were spread, it would be enough for him to be thrown into hell by the furious Jade Emperor and never be reincarnated.
The amazing thing is that there is no look of surprise on Marshal Tianpeng's face. He seems to have already known the reason why the previous Marshal Tianpeng was thrown into the dust. Perhaps he also knew about the unexplainable relationship between the Jade Emperor and Chang'e earlier.
Some secrets are not actually secrets as some people think. In other words, the reason why secrets are called secrets is that the level of those who know the truth must be high enough.
As the leader of the Four Arctic Saints, Marshal Tianpeng obviously has the authority to know this secret.
"Some things are not something you and I can decide." Marshal Tianpeng said.
"But in the end, we just go with the flow. When an ordinary god who accepts things comes and goes, one day when heaven needs sacrifices, he will generously suffer and even die. This is what you call The way of heaven?"
"For the Three Realms, some sacrifices are necessary." Marshal Tianpeng said.
This sentence attracted even greater disdain from Yang Jian.
Yang Jian didn't want to discuss with the other party why they were the ones who were sacrificed. Is it because they didn't have such great power? Or is it because Emperor Ziwei and even the Three Pure Ones have the highest authority to interpret the way of heaven?
Why can't you sacrifice? Why can you represent justice? Where there are many people, there is truth, right?
He talked a lot today, which was definitely not in line with his usual style, so he was not going to talk anymore.
If you want to fight, then just fight!
The three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand suddenly shook, emitting a cold light that was eye-catching.
The difference is that this is not the previous attack method, it is completely the cold light reflected by the sharpness of the three-pointed two-edged sword itself.
This also means that he has refused to discuss this issue with the other party anymore, and it is better to see the real deal in hand.
Seeing Yang Jian's desperate look, Marshal Tianpeng shook his head and gave up trying to persuade the other party. Once the two of them started fighting, there would be no room for change in this war.
An extremely long ax appeared in his hand, and the gesture of the other hand changed slightly, and a violent breath spread out.
That gesture was not a provocation to Yang Jian. In fact, with the change of this gesture, the 100,000 heavenly soldiers began to adjust the shape of the battle formation almost at the same time, and even the method of attack also changed.
Obviously, Yang Jian didn't have the energy to look at the situation around him. All his attention was focused on the Marshal Tianpeng in front of him.
But whether it was the six Meishan brothers or the three thousand grass-headed gods, even Li Jing and his son, they all felt tremendous pressure at the same time.
Obviously the opponent's number has not increased, why did the attack suddenly become so fast?
Feeling the faint dangerous aura coming from the other party, Erlangshen's third eye narrowed slightly.
The title Marshal Tianpeng is mainly due to the number of heavenly soldiers he commands. During marches and battles, the commander often does not have outstanding personal force, and the commander's talent occupies a more important position.
This is especially true for Marshal Tianpeng. If you don’t believe it, look at Zhu Bajie. Even if he has learned the thirty-six transformations of Disha, he is still much inferior to Sun Wukong in terms of personal force.
However, the second Tianpeng Marshal in front of him is obviously not only familiar with the method of marching and fighting, but also his personal force is far beyond the imagination of others.
He has actually been hiding his strength! ?
Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and his expression became more serious.
The battle between the two is about to break out.
On the other side, if Li Jing and Nezha just felt deep pressure, then it is obvious that the offensive and defensive momentum on the side of the Six Meishan Brothers and Sanqian Caotou Shen has been reversed.
Although they were powerful, for some reason, they did not cause too many casualties to the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers who seemed to be of average strength.
This may be because the battle formation formed by those heavenly soldiers is too unbreakable, making it extremely difficult for them to truly kill the heavenly soldiers who are like one body in front of them.
But even so, at least 20,000 Heavenly Soldiers fell in such a short period of time, and the remaining Heavenly Soldiers instantly changed their battle formations under the command of Marshal Tianpeng. , withstood their subsequent offensive methods.
Immediately afterwards, the seemingly all-pervasive attack, whether it was magic or halberd, attacked them head-on.
Thirty heavenly soldiers surround one person, even if they are exhausted, they are confident that they will exhaust the opponent to death.
In fact, they did achieve their goal. After just a moment, dozens of grass-headed gods gradually began to lose their physical strength, and were eventually chopped into bloody gourds by big halberds!
This situation made all the heavenly soldiers look happy.
They are not true sanctifiers of the flesh!
Indeed, with the passage of time, those grass-headed gods who originally fearlessly rushed into the battle array to fight for their lives finally began to consciously avoid the attacks of the heavenly soldiers.
A true physical saint, such as Sun Wukong, even if he does not move, he can be chopped with your knife and axe. Even if he is refined in the Eight Diagrams Furnace for seventy-seven forty-nine days, his body will not suffer any harm. Neither Yang Jian nor Yang Jian can be harmed. Whether it’s Zha or not, they all fall into this category.
But that was not the case for the three thousand grass-headed gods and the six Meishan brothers.
The sanctification of their physical bodies cannot be said to be fake. It can only be said that they are not born from birth. Instead, they are filled with the majestic power of spiritual practice into their skin and flesh. After years of training, their physical bodies are indistinguishable from vajra. But in the final analysis, their muscles, bones and skin are still mortal bodies, and mortal bodies must have limits.
Only one person in a million has the innate talent of becoming a saint. How could they all gather in a small city like Guanjiangkou?
Everything was researched by Yang Jian and the six Meishan brothers.
They are indeed very powerful, but there are simply too many people who cannot stand up to their opponents.
The tough, tough skin of the workout is being cut open, muscles are torn, and bones are breaking.
Under the skilled battle formation skills of the heavenly soldiers, they finally showed their extremely fatal fatigue.
Once the collapse begins, they will fall like dominoes. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred people have been sacrificed by the grass-headed god.
Whenever a grass-headed god dies, thirty heavenly soldiers will be freed up to join in the battle against others, and their integration is so smooth that they can leave the rest without even leaving a trace. The pressure on the grass-headed gods continued to increase.
So there were more fallen grass-headed gods.
On Nezha's side, the struggle between him and the heavenly soldiers finally came to the final stage.
Huntian Ling was worthy of being a magical weapon, and in the end it was Nezha, the physical saint, who won the final victory.
The battle formation composed of hundreds of heavenly soldiers was broken in an instant, but it was only the battle formation that was broken. In fact, they did not suffer irreparable damage, and no one even died.
However, just when Nezha thought about harvesting human lives like he did in Yunlou Palace, he suddenly discovered that on the outside of the collapsed battle formation, an even larger battle formation had surrounded him.
Those heavenly soldiers didn't seem to want to fight Nezha here, as if they just wanted to trap him in this way.
To be precise, it was to delay him.
Once the three thousand grass-headed gods and the six friends of Meishan all fall, what Li Jing and his son are doing now will completely turn into a joke.
Whether it is Nezha, Li Jing, or even Sun Wukong, he is stronger when he is alone, but what impact does it have on the general situation of heaven? ?
Nezha seemed to understand what the other party was thinking.
These three thousand grass-headed gods are undoubtedly their hope of resisting Heaven in the future. If these people die, then they will have no other way to make the Three Realms listen to them except to imitate Sun Wukong and cause trouble in Heaven.
There was a look of indignation in Nezha's eyes, but suddenly he felt a light flashing behind him. When he looked back, his expression suddenly became shocked.
Li Jing's Golden Tower did considerable damage to the heavenly soldiers, but that was the end of it.
His golden pagoda was originally not as good as Nezha's Hun Tian Ling, but now it has reached the end of its strength. The heavenly soldiers on the third and third floors have gradually surrounded the pagoda, and the light scattered around has gradually dimmed.
However, Li Jing's face showed a look of determination at this moment, and then, the pagoda, whose light was already close to dim, burst out with ten times more light than before.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent explosion occurred!
boom!
The entire pagoda body was scattered into millions of fragments. Each fragment carried the power of the immortal weapon's full blow and flew in all directions like bullets, shooting the heavenly soldiers blocking the road into sieves.
It was at this moment that Nezha turned his head in astonishment.
puff!
Li Jing spat out a mouthful of golden blood.
This golden tower is different from Nezha's magic weapons. He has already sacrificed and refined it into his own immortal weapon. Once the tower is destroyed, Li Jing himself will suffer extremely violent backlash.
The golden tower exploded to pieces, and the originally airtight battle formation was instantly shattered. Hundreds of heavenly soldiers were unable to withstand the first wave of tower fragments, and died instantly.
Li Jing's face was as golden as paper at this time, and the clouds under his feet were already crumbling. If he hadn't been so advanced in cultivation, this explosion would have killed half of his life, and it was not impossible for him to even fall into the clouds without being able to control himself.
At that time, he would probably become the first Da Luo Jinxian to fall to death in the Three Realms.
The fact that he didn't lose half his life didn't mean that Li Jing felt better. In fact, he had been seriously injured. If the same number of heavenly soldiers formed a battle formation to surround him, he would have no choice but to kill him at the neck.
Nezha watched his father suffer from a distance, anxious but unable to do anything.
