One hundred and twenty-two Xiaoyaozi

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Ao Lingyu turned away and said, "I don't dare to take credit for this battle. Let's save this reward for next time."

Jiang Buwan thought for a while and took out the fairy grass that she had treasured for many years from her mustard space. "You are the main general in this battle. Although it was Xiang Zhihan's idea, it was you who made the final decision. You must be rewarded." .”

Jiang Buwan: "This Night Orchid is of great benefit to the Dragon Clan, please accept it. You will have something else to reward you with next time."

Ao Lingyu wanted to refuse, but when she met the eyes of the clan leader Ao Bing, she swallowed the words on her lips and accepted the Ye Youlan given by Jiang Buwan.

After Jiang Buwan finished the reward, he discussed the next step with everyone.

According to Jiang Buwan and Liangyu's ideas, it is best to resolve this battle quickly. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for them and the people in the world.

Yu Manman and others originally thought that Jiang Buwan would rest for a few days to regain his strength after winning the first battle, but they did not expect that they would attack the next city early the next morning.

In this battle, Jiang Buwan and Liangyu still restrained Yu Manman and Yang Li. Gods competed with gods, and immortals competed with immortals.

Yu Manman was able to withstand it, but on the other hand, Yang Li had not recovered from his injury last time, and ended up going to the battlefield again.

Before leaving, Yang Li originally wanted to propose an exchange with Yu Manman.

But then I thought about it, Liangyu's strength was not low, so he swallowed the thought of changing his opponent silently.

Jiang Buwan opened the divine weapon in Yang Li's hand with a sword, and the tip of the sword sank into his heart. Yang Li lowered his eyes and looked at the sword inserted in his chest in horror, with a look of horror on his face.

He was once an invincible God of War on the battlefield. Others thought the battlefield was ruthless and terrifying, but he was the only one who felt that war was an enjoyable playground.

What a wonderful place this is. Killing is not a sin, but a flower and medal for praise.

He had never felt the threat of death on the battlefield, only now.

He truly realized that he was going to die.

He will die on the battlefield like all the generals in the past. He is not an invincible god, nor is he immortal.

He thought about Chi Zaozao who was killed by Yu Manman. Will he die like Chi Zaozao?

Jiang Buwan pulled the sword away from Yang Li's chest, then aimed it at his head and chopped it off. At the last moment, Yang Li burst out with unprecedented potential.

He used his last bit of strength to avoid it, and Su Lai's wild and stern face was frightened. His attitude was no longer arrogant, but a soft one, and he begged, "Lord Muwan, you want to kill me. ?"

"Do we have to get into this fight to the death?"

Jiang Buwan's eyes were confused, "We have been fighting to the death for a long time."

Did Yang Li think that everything she did was just playing house?

Did he show mercy to her when he killed her before?

Hearing this, Yang Li hurriedly summoned another weapon to resist Jiang Buwan's attack, "Lord Muwan, I support your idea. Immortals really shouldn't be emotional, but I have practiced for many years and finally became a god. I once served the common people, and for The floating world has shed blood and made meritorious deeds.”

"Do you know how many injuries I have on my body? Do you know how difficult it was to defeat the demons back then?"

"I have done so much and given so much. I want to have a family. Is it wrong?"

Yang Li's last few words were almost shouted. He didn't understand why Jiang Buwan had to fight with them?

Does it mean that if you cultivate Taoism, you will have to be a clay sculpture for the rest of your life?

Is there any conflict between protecting the common people and his wanting to love someone?

"You want to have a family?" Jiang Buwan smiled, sheathed her sword and said, "Yang Li, I told you."

"If you want to fall in love, enjoy the love between husband and wife, and the deep love between children, you don't need to be a god. You can practice cultivation at your own expense and return to the mortal world to be an ordinary person."

"You said you love someone? But how many heirs does your Yang family have?"

"Not to mention, in the last spiritual root case, your descendants of the Yang family used other people's spiritual roots. Were they comfortable with it?"

"Your past merits are not the reason for your evil deeds now?"

"Yang Li, you also expelled the demons, but do you think your current behavior is any different from the demons?"

Jiang Buwan understood that many immortals in the immortal world thought she was pretentious, that she was rigid and ruthless, and that she was unreasonable.

Why are mortals and livestock free to find companions and reproduce, but they immortals cannot?

But even if the immortals don't understand, even if she goes against the current, she will correct the wrong strings left by history.

Yang Li squeezed the spear in his hand and looked crazy, "You want me to abolish the cultivation that I have worked hard for, the cultivation that I have practiced hard day and night?"

"dream!"

Jiang Buwan shook his head, this is the problem of the immortals and gods in the floating world today.

They want everything but are unwilling to give anything.

Jiang Buwan didn't want to talk to him anymore, and the two of them fought together again.

The gods in the distance were fighting fiercely, and the battlefield below was also in full swing.

The person guarding the city is Jinxian Xiaoyaozi, who has been practicing for many years. His strength is one of the best in the entire floating world. He founded a sect with his unique ideas and techniques.

Although the number of his disciples is very small, they are all elites.

He has a famous saying, I don't care about mediocrity.

Jiang Buwan also practiced with Xiaoyaozi, but later the two parted ways due to differences in concepts.

Xiaoyaozi also told Jiang Buwan not to mention that he had taught her in front of outsiders in the future.

Therefore, few people in the entire floating world know about the relationship between the two.

Xiaoyaozi, with white hair and white beard, stood on the top of the city and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. Not far away was the rolling army.

"City Lord, Jiang Buwan's army is coming."

Xiaoyaozi opened his eyes, and a bright color flashed across his light gray pupils. His expression was calm, and there seemed to be a bit of relief and pride in his eyes.

He whispered, "I didn't expect you to actually do it."

Xiaoyaozi has never married a wife in his life, so he doesn't really agree with the saying that gods can't be emotional.

It had something to do with his own character. Back then, he had debated with Jiang Buwan on this issue.

Jiang Buwan insisted that once Xian has an affair and encounters problems, he will definitely have a preference in his choice. How can he talk about being fair and just to all people in the world?

Xiaoyaozi believes that gods should not have a heart like wood and stone, but should have emotions gushing out, act as they please, and experience the seven emotions and eight sufferings. Only by truly experiencing them can they understand the suffering of all sentient beings.

Back then, neither master nor disciple could convince the other, and their master-disciple relationship ended.

"City Lord, what did you say?"

Xiaoyaozi took the spear and said with a smile, "Nothing, let's go and meet them."

Xiaoyaozi is worthy of being the golden immortal who taught him to cross the river. On the battlefield, he has great spiritual power and a very capable brain.

The two sides fought for many rounds, but failed to capture Xiaoyaozi and his city.

Xiang Zhihan observes Xiaoyaozi's every move in the dark. Before he masters the decisive winning blow, he will not take action rashly, but will arouse the opponent's alert.