To Yang Jian and Nezha's surprise.
No matter how loudly Lei Zhenzi talked, there was no movement around him.
In the end, Yang Jian even invited the fight in person, and even Nezha tried to regain his place, but there was still no response.
As a result, the three of them understood that the Dongyi general who could not tell what his intentions were, really did not take the Shang-Zhou War seriously, and ran away while fighting.
He didn't care too much about status and face.
"That's good, at least it won't interfere with the battle to destroy Shang."
There was a sigh from the jungle nearby, and a man came out from behind the tree.
This person was dressed in the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes, holding a red and white light mirror in his hand, and there was a killing look in his eyebrows. .
As he spoke, a Taoist priest with an ancient face held a green lamp in his hand. The light revealed the deathly silence and vastness. At a glance, it seemed that he could see the end of life and the death of the world.
Well, this is a burning lamp, and the magic weapon in its hand is very ominous.
The two of them had just appeared. The land beside Yang Jian was leveled. With a slight tremor, an old Taoist priest with a long beard emerged from the soil, making no sound, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
He was holding a shining golden rope in his hand, and when he saw it, his whole body felt tense.
No need to ask, this is Zhenren Zhenliu Sun from Feiyun Cave in Jialong Mountain. His Tu Xing skills are unparalleled in the world. He has accepted a disciple Tu Xing Sun. Before he appears, he has already arrived in Xiqi City and is in the Breaking Ten Jue Formation. At that time, he showed quite a few hands.
The immortal rope in his hand is certainly not for fun.
Yang Lin's eyebrows jumped at the sight, and he quickly raised his little wings to cover his eyes.
He was afraid that his direct gaze would arouse the vigilance of these people.
With this lineup, it is indeed possible for him to stay.
’ Putting aside Yang Jian, Nezha, and the arrogant Lei Zhenzi, it would be great if they could survive at most ten moves of their own in a fight.
However, the important meaning of these three people is that they can survive one move without dying, which is not simple. Then, what is shameless is that behind the three young men, there are also three golden immortals.
No, Randen Taoist, as the deputy leader of Chanjiao, the future Randen Ancient Buddha should be at the level of Daluo Jinxian at this time. It is not known whether he has cultivated Taoism and became a quasi-sage.
Presumably, even if he did not become a quasi-sage, it would be almost the same... because, according to some information in the legend, as soon as he got Zhao Gongming's Dinghai Divine Pearl, he immediately evolved into the Twenty-Four Heavens, and the Great Way was completed... …'
Seeing Wei Liusun and Ran Deng Taoist, Yang Lin was glad that he was not provoked. It would be too boring to fight.
Of course, you can use the treasure money to deal with the Immortal Binding Rope, but you must know that this magic weapon is specially used to trap people and capture immortals. The cost of rope and luck can be heartbreaking.
As for the ever-bright lamp in Ran Deng's hand and the yin-yang mirror in Chi Jing's hand, they cannot be lost with treasure money.
These two magic weapons, activated by the powerful magic power of the two masters, just emit light that covers the sky and the earth, and can directly attack the soul.
There is no need to release the magic weapon to smash and attack, how to deal with it.
Yang Lin didn't have much else to do, unless he relied on his strength to survive, or kill the opponent first.
There was no other way to think of it.
'You really think highly of me. I have retreated hundreds of miles away and have no intention of fighting. Yiran comes to you again and again and insists on causing trouble. This is a bit unreasonable. '
Yang Lin thought slightly.
The conversation at the foot of the mountain continued. This time it was Ran Deng who spoke up. This man had a gentle voice and a kind-hearted look. At this time, he sighed: "It is indeed a variable. It cannot be calculated as the root cause, nor can it be found out about good or bad luck... Forget it. Since nothing can be done, let’s stop here.”
His words were like a conclusion, and the six people at the foot of the mountain had no objections. They immediately used their methods and flew in the direction of Xiqi without looking back.
As for going to track Dongyi's 20,000-strong army, no one thought so.
No matter how shameless they are, they will never be in trouble with the mortal army. Moreover, Yang Jian has seen that there is no aura of that person among the more than 20,000 troops.
After the few people left, Yang Lin's incarnation of the tit did not return to the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and he had no interest in looking back.
The shadow in my heart still exists.
He knew that these six people were not actually all of them. At least, there was one person who had been holding a magic weapon that could threaten his life. He had been staying there quietly and patiently, motionless from dusk to dawn. .
'Wait slowly, I don't want to accompany you anymore. '
Yang Lin finally lost his patience. He didn't know who it was and what kind of magic weapon he was holding, but he was ready to leave.
This time, we will approach Qishan and advance instead of retreating.
He wanted to take a closer look at the majestic power of the God of Wealth.
Sure enough, early the next morning, Master Wen went up to Mount Emei and brought over a tall Taoist priest who was riding a black tiger.
The Taoist was riding a black tiger, carrying a sea-fixing whip in his hand, and a dragon rope tied around his waist. The twenty-four divine beads shining brightly behind his head were very majestic.
Yang Lin hid on the top of the mountain and watched.
I'm quite looking forward to it.
Then, he didn't delay when he saw Zhao Gongming.
As soon as he arrived, after just a drink, he rode a tiger to fight, uttered wild words, and challenged the entire Xiqi camp.
At that moment, all the generals in Xiqi were furious. Jiang Ziya couldn't help but ride Si Buxiang and go into battle in person with the whip.
Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua and other generals were like a revolving lantern, surrounding Zhao Gongming for easy fighting.
The reason why so many generals appeared together was because Zhao Gongming's momentum when riding the black tiger was too powerful.
When his cultivation reached Daluo, the bright light behind his head suppressed all directions. One person and one horse could overwhelm hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in Xiqi, which made him feel slightly uneasy.
The masters of the Chanjiao School still wanted to be restrained and take a look at the situation, but they did not expect that Zhao Gongming would attack fiercely. He laughed loudly and struck out with a whip, which made Jiang Ziya fall off the horse. He did not know whether he was alive or dead, and even the apricot-yellow flag disappeared. Don't let go of that huge force.
Yang Jian rushed forward, was whipped into the clouds, and flew the kite...
No longer daring to show off his skills, he had no choice but to release his Dharma and rely on martial arts to fight. Nezha waved a fire-pointed spear and appeared with three heads and eight arms, fighting loudly. Lei Zhenzi stirred up wind and thunder with his wings and appeared dancing with a golden stick. Huang Tianhua rode a jade unicorn. Dancing with two silver hammers, he also rushed forward.
Jin Zha rescued Jiang Ziya and returned to the camp, not mentioning that he was rescued by giving him medicine.
Regarding Jiang Ziya's fate, Yang Lin knew that he would definitely not die.
Although Jiang Ziya was nothing in the Battle of the Gods, Yang Lin knew that this man was the absolute protagonist and the biological son of Father Tianyi.
Even if the original Tianzun looked down on him, he had to use him again.
Because, in some respects, Jiang Ziya actually represents Daozu's thoughts. No matter who dies, Jiang Ziya will not die before the Battle of the Gods is over and the calamity is ongoing.
Therefore, even if Yang Lin knew clearly that there were no guards around Jiang Ziya, he never thought of killing him first.
This is completely impossible.
If God's favorite cub can be killed easily, where will you put God's will?
On the battlefield.
Four fierce generals surrounded Zhao Gongming and killed him until the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark.
"It's so fierce."
Yang Lin stood on the top of the mountain and shook his head.
Compared with the second generation disciples of Jie Jiao, the third generation disciples of Chan Jiao are still a little behind in terms of merit and cultivation. Their cultivation is too far behind to compare with their martial arts and magical powers.
'In this situation, Zhao Gongming is just playing around. He hasn't taken action on the Dinghai Divine Pearl yet? '
'I just don't know, if there is no Luobao money this time, how can Ran Deng and the others steal his Dinghai Divine Pearl, and how can they defeat him? '
Facts have proved that it cannot be defeated.
After fighting for a while, Yang Jian and others retreated.
The Twelve Golden Immortals couldn't bear it anymore.
First, Chi Jingzhi moved his sword and resisted Zhao Gongming.
The yin-yang mirror emits white light...
Unexpectedly, the God of Wealth sacrificed the Dinghai Divine Bead, and with a flash of light and a bang, the red sperm's top door was dented, and he was already half dead. The death light of the Yin-Yang Mirror shone on Zhao Gongming's body, and he was twisted by the brilliance of the Divine Pearl. Has been broken apart.
I took it right away.
Even Zhao Gongming's clothes were not beaten to pieces.
The red sperm was dying. Zhao Gongming moved the black tiger on his crotch and whipped his whip to make up for the blow and send him back to the west. Guangchengzi took action, "Don't hurt anyone."
Before he could even close his hands, bang, a divine bead fell down, hitting him until his forehead was covered with golden light and blood. He fell over on the spot and fell unconscious.
Daoxing Tianzun came out again, and within two rounds, he was knocked down by the Divine Pearl again.
The five-color Dinghai Divine Pearl shines brightly. Twenty-four of them weigh as much as twenty-four heavens. When struck down, there is nothing that can stop it.
Only five golden immortals came out, but five fell.
Taoist Ran Deng made a move, held out the Qiankun Ruler, and with the light shining, he only caught one bead, and he was already covered in sweat and fled in a hurry.
The rest and others quickly snatched back several golden immortals, not daring to take the Dinghai Divine Bead again. Xiqi's army was defeated and returned to the city, hanging a no-war card.
Suddenly, Zhao Gongming was powerful and powerful.
The beating made all the immortals in Zhou camp restrained and did not dare to come forward.
"So stupid?"
Yang Lin stood on the mountain, watching the five-colored light illuminating the entire scene, secretly smacking his tongue, and also salivating a little.
If innate spiritual treasures also have levels, these twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls can be called the best.
It can be attacked and defended, it is as heavy as the sea, and a pearl can contain the world.
This kind of treasure is much stronger than the various spiritual treasures that I have snatched.
