Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 377

Well, does this cloud neutron have any helpers?
Mo Chen's heart skipped a beat. The real fire of the sun was already his strongest method, but it was extinguished by a blue light. What does this mean? It means that the strength of the visitor is far above him, otherwise it is an ordinary quasi Saint, also can't wipe out the real fire of the sun so easily.

Who is coming, is it Guangchengzi, the head of the twelve golden immortals, or the Antarctic longevity emperor, the Antarctic Immortal Weng, except for these two, the rest of Yuxu Palace should not have such strength.

Mo Chen looked in the direction of the sound with a somewhat flustered attitude. Neither Guang Chengzi nor the Antarctic Immortal was an existence he could match. He didn't dare to treat Yun Zhongzi so arrogantly. It's good to be a man with your tail between your legs.

It's just that when he saw the person coming, he was at a loss. It was a strange young Taoist. Wearing the hemp shoes, there is an air of dust all over the body, which can be called the spirit of Taoism.

Who is this person, it seems that he has never seen it before, no, why does he feel familiar?
Mo Chen looked at the young Taoist and was stunned for a moment. How could a random Taoist pop up and break his own sun fire? How deep is the water in this prehistoric continent?
"Why, don't you know me, little crow, we met once before, hahaha..." The young Taoist looked at Mo Chen's bewildered expression, and couldn't help but chuckled softly. .

I've seen it, damn it, I've seen such a strong character, I must have an impression, it's impossible not to remember the existence of the Sun True Fire that can easily be annihilated?
Mo Chen looked at the faintly familiar face, thinking hard about the identity of the person who came, but there was no way, this person's attire was too unremarkable, and he was wearing very ordinary clothes for Taoism. You're a little more handsome than yourself, a little more heroic than yourself, and there's nothing else outstanding about it. Who knows who you are!

"Wow! Woah! Woah!..."

While Mo Chen was thinking, a big black dog suddenly jumped out from behind the young Taoist, and yelled at Mo Chen several times.

This roar made Mo Chen realize suddenly, pointing at the young Taoist and said: "Xiao Tiangou, you are Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian!"

Yang Jian, one of the most outstanding figures among the three generations of Taoist disciples, even Laojun and senior elder brothers often sigh, saying that Yuanshi Tianzun is lucky to accept such a good disciple. Although he is a disciple of three generations, his cultivation is earth-shattering , has an extremely high status in Yuxu Palace.

"Hey, dare I know that I don't have a dog to recognize, so I stewed this Xiaotian dog when I turned around!" Yang Jian touched his nose, kicked the Xiaotian dog in front of him lightly, and said angrily.

"It turns out that Zhenjun Erlang is here, Mo Chen is being polite!" The little crow gave a fake salute.

Logically speaking, Yang Jian is the disciple of the third generation, Mo Chen is the disciple of the second generation, it should be Yang Jian and Mo Chen is the one who pays the respect, but when Mo Chen salutes Yang Jian, the Erlang Zhenjun will accept it, as if it should be like this.

There is no way, the situation is stronger than others, in the Great Desolate Continent, in the final analysis, strength is the most respected, and everyone regards Hongjun as the ancestor of Taoism. It is not because Hongjun's fist is big enough, and he extinguished his strongest sun fire as soon as he showed up. Dust never bows his head.

Mo Chen still hasn't figured out how strong this famous Xiansheng Erlang Zhenjun is.

"Little crow, you and I met once, have you forgotten?" Yang Jian was still obsessed with the fact that Mo Chen didn't recognize him, and emphasized again.

Seeing that the big guy didn't mention that he wanted to kill his uncle, Mo Chen was also happy to play dumb, although he didn't think about killing Yun Zhongzi, after all, disciples of saints, killing disciples caused trouble, and the two of them were fine. With deep hatred, even if Yang Jian didn't make a move, the three-legged Golden Crow would not really peck it.

I have seen it, but it is not in the heaven. Yang Jian, the great god, has been stationed in Meishan all the year round. When Yang Jian went down to capture the monkey, he watched the two fight from afar.

But at that time, his cultivation base was superficial, and he couldn't see the scene of the two fighting clearly at all. He only caught a glimpse of Yang Jian's figure in shining silver armor and holding a three-pointed double-edged knife from a distance, but he didn't see the specific appearance.

Could it be that the True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao noticed him, a little crow at a low level?Impossible, there will be hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers in Huaguo Mountain, countless star kings and gods, and there will be monsters everywhere in Huaguo Mountain. Even if Yang Jian makes a monkey, it is impossible to notice him.

Yang Jian looked at Mo Chen frowning slightly, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Remember, that's right, it's exactly what you think, I caught that monkey in Huaguo Mountain, and I caught that monkey at a glance. You recognized it."

"Don't look at me with the eyes of looking at the gods. They are all practicing eight or nine profound kung fu. I have memorized this kung fu skillfully. At that time, besides the monkey in Huaguo Mountain, there was another person exuding this kind of aura. Do you think I can do it?" Won't you take a closer look?"

It was so!
Mo Chen suddenly realized it, no wonder this Erlang Zhenjun recognized him, it turned out to be eighty-nine profound arts, speaking of this method of physical sanctification, but the existence of the master in front of him who became famous, he paid attention to himself at the beginning It is indeed a matter of course.

"Nephew, nephew, hurry up, kill this evildoer, this evildoer is in danger of killing the poor!" Yun Zhongzi, who had experienced a lot of life and death in the pillar of fire, suddenly flew out and came to Yang Jian's side , pulled the sleeve of his Taoist robe, pointed at Mo Chen and said in shock.

This encounter scared him enough, the three-legged golden crow transformed into the real fire of the sun easily broke through his formation, and all of them flew in front of his eyes, only a short distance away, and he was about to be turned into a pile It was ashes, if Yang Jian hadn't acted in time, he would have been annihilated early in the morning and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

He has never encountered such a threat of life and death since he practiced as a master Yuanshi Tianzun until now. Even the great catastrophe of conferring gods went smoothly, and it is precisely because he has never encountered life and death catastrophes that he ended up with a blessing. The name of the real fairy.

But it is also because he has never experienced the catastrophe of life and death, and just walked in front of the king of Hades, so he was not scared to death. This is also the reason why he didn't jump out when Yang Jian talked to Mo Chen. He was so scared that he was still in shock. In a trance.

This time he was relieved, seeing that his own people were present, and he still wanted to take revenge. Now, Yun Zhongzi, who cares about you as a disciple of a saint, you are going to kill him, of course he is going to kill you.

"Uncle Master, calm down, he is also the second-generation disciple of Tushita Palace, don't just keep your mouth shut, you are a monster." Yang Jian pulled out his sleeves calmly, and said angrily.

He didn't have any friendship with this Yun Zhongzi. In the Great Tribulation of the Conferred God, Yun Zhongzi had offended people completely. If it wasn't for the absence of Yuanshi Tianzun, he wouldn't have rescued people...

(End of this chapter)