God's Summoner

Chapter 1945 Jiang Ziya defected to teach! ! !
Kunlun Mountains.

A sad atmosphere enveloped the entire mountain.

On the top of the majestic mountain, countless creatures, including monsters, monsters, ghosts, and charms, came from all directions and stood on the road leading to the Yuxu Palace on the top of the mountain.

There is endless sadness in everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, a small mountain animal began to weep slowly, and soon, the sound of choking sobs resounded everywhere.

Yang Jian, dressed in sackcloth and cloth shoes, followed behind Nanji Xianweng, holding a jade jar solemnly in his hand, and walked slowly towards the Yuxu Palace on the top of the mountain.

In the jade jar are the ashes of the deceased Yuanshi Tianzun.

According to the decree left by Yuanshi Tianzun in Yuxu Palace during his lifetime, his remains must be burned to ashes.

As for why this is done, no one knows why.

Perhaps, it is this saint who has been proud for endless years, who does not want to be ugly after his death, and keeps it up.

As Yang Jian climbed the mountain, his eyes were fixed on the jade jar, and all living beings saw desolation in their eyes, except for the sound of sobbing, the surroundings were silent.

The Antarctic fairy was also silent all the time, but his complexion was strangely gloomy.

but……

Obviously, as the great disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, after Yuanshitian respected the injury, he has been staying by his side, and he is more able to accept this fact than others.

Passing through the crowds in the road, passing through the sad eyes, the mountain wind blows gently, brushing over the jade pot, as if there is a soft sound, like singing, like comfort.

……

Yang Jian is no longer an interpreter, not from a long time ago, but at this moment, he has a solemn face, and he followed the Nanji fairy step by step into the Yuxu Palace.

"It's time to work!!!"

Entering the Yuxu Palace, the Nanji Immortal turned around and bowed deeply to Yang Jian.

This gift is to thank Yang Jian for sending back the corpse of Yuanshi Tianzun.

This gift is also to thank Yang Jian for saving the last trace of face after the death of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yang Jian didn't dare to neglect the Antarctic Immortal's salute, and hastily returned the salute, opening his mouth very solemnly.

"No matter what else, this is what I should do."

As he spoke, Yang Jian solemnly handed over the jade pot in his hand to the Antarctic Immortal.

Nanji Xianweng stretched out his hands tremblingly, muddy tears burst out of his old eyes, at the same time, Guangchengzi and others who had been standing in Yuxu Palace were also crying.

After a while, several people raised their heads and chanted in French, the voices were faint, unreal, like ghosts whispering, like a cold moon lightly cold.

Soon, the French voice gradually became louder, spread far away, echoed in the mountains of Yuxu Palace, and immediately aroused a lot of crying.

Looking at all this, Yang Jian could not help but let out a long sigh in his ears, with the choking sound of crying echoing in his ears. He was about to speak, but his color suddenly changed, and when he turned his head suddenly, there was a trace of murderous intent floating in his brows.

"Yang Jian, today is the day when the master passed away. I don't care what kind of deep enmity you and Ziya had in the past, you must not be presumptuous."

Nanji Xianweng also seemed to sense something, and said in a deep voice.

"If not, I will fight you even if I risk my life."

Hearing this, Yang Jian was silent for a while, then nodded, and turned his head back, not looking at the person who had already arrived down the mountain at this moment.

The person at the foot of the mountain is...

Jiang Ziya! ! !
……

"Master... Master!!!"

Arriving at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Jiang Ziya murmured to himself. Hearing the sound of crying all over the mountains and plains, his body immediately trembled, and his eyes suddenly revealed endless sadness.

At the same time, tears fell from his eyes.

After a while, Jiang Ziya fell to his knees and slowly walked towards the Yuxu Palace on the top of the mountain....

Kneel one step at a time, kneel one step at a time.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya was like a devout believer.

Walking step by step, the scenes of learning art on the mountain in the past turned into endless memories and endless sadness in Jiang Ziya's eyes.

From the foot of Kunlun Mountain to Yuxu Palace on the top of the mountain, although there are stone steps, the stone steps are steep and uneven, and there are many dangers on both sides. If you are not careful, you will slip and fall.

Kneeling all the way, within half a day, Jiang Ziya felt that his legs were filled with lead, sweating like rain, and he was out of breath, making it difficult to move.

This scene is exactly the same as when I was a mortal climbing the mountain decades ago.

At the beginning, when I looked at the foot of the mountain, the stone path was not long, but when I actually walked on it, I found that the path seemed to have no end, which made people feel hopeless from the bottom of my heart.

However, Jiang Ziya went up that time, and was accepted as an apprentice by Yuanshi Tianzun.

Today, he went up on his knees.

Recalling the past, Jiang Ziya paled, remained silent, and continued to walk up.

Time flew by, and two days later, Jiang Ziya's legs and feet had been worn out with countless blood blisters, and the piercing pain came from the broken blood blisters all the time, but he still insisted on moving forward.

Two days later, Jiang Ziya was already drenched in blood, his clothes were soaked in blood, and his knees and toes were bloody.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Ziya didn't use any power of true energy, but just moved forward like a mortal.

Two days later, Jiang Ziya's mind was already blurred, and there was only one thought in his mind at this time, that is to climb to the top of the mountain even if he dies.

From a distance, the stone steps that Jiang Ziya climbed left a deep bloodstain, and now the whole person was urging his body with an idea, and his breath was on the verge of death.

Finally, at sunrise on the seventh day, Jiang Ziya vaguely climbed to the end of the stone steps, and the gate of Yuxu Palace was right in front of him.

Unfortunately……

At this moment, a bell rang like thunder, shaking into Jiang Ziya's heart.

At the same time, the gate of Yuxu Palace was slowly closed, and all the souls who came to mourn were not allowed to enter again.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Jiang Ziya laughed miserably, tilted his body, and fell down on the stone steps, but he was not unconscious.

After a while, he struggled to get up, kowtowed a few times towards the gate of Yuxu Palace, and then spoke.

"Disciple is not filial, ashamed to see Master."

After saying this, Jiang Ziya's eyes revealed a ruthless look, and the power of true energy suddenly surged up on his body, which made his injury improve instantly, and at the same time, his voice spread throughout Kunlun Mountain.

"Unfilial disciple Jiang Shang, ashamed of his master, from now on, quit... elucidating the teaching!!!"

"From then on, I, Jiang Ziya, have nothing to do with Chanjiao."

"I am no longer an interpreter, I am just a minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!!!"

After saying this, Jiang Ziya took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and then drove away in a cloud.

Looking at his leaving back, in Yuxu Palace, Nanji Xianweng sighed softly, his face sobbing.

He knew that Jiang Ziya did this because he didn't want to implicate Chanjiao any more, and wanted to get Chanjiao out of the battle of conferred gods.

But is it really that easy? !
(End of this chapter)