Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 135 Explaining and Teaching Three Generations of Disciples No.1

"waste!"

"It's all trash!"

Taoist Ran Deng cursed angrily.

I don't know if Jiejiao's disciples are too powerful or the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao are too weak, but they died completely in the blink of an eye.

Not even the slightest chance to escape was ever won for him.

The remnant souls of Guang Chengzi and others in the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation roared unwillingly.

"Master will not let you go..."

But their desperation seemed extraordinarily funny in the face of absolute strength, it was nothing more than impotent rage.

Daoist Duobao shook his head, the disciples of Chanjiao are just bullying dogs after all.

All the great powers watching the battle in the prehistoric world were silent.

Rao is that they know that there is a long-standing hatred between the two religions, and there will be no room for war together.

Interception is too powerful!

Sanxiao and the others killed most of the second-generation disciples of Chanjiao at once.

Is this the fighting power of the Jiejiao disciples?

In a cave somewhere in the prehistoric world, a white auspicious beast sighed.

The divine beast Bai Ze is one of the few guys who knows the details of Taoist Lu Ya.

He was originally one of the top ten demon gods in the Heavenly Court of the demon clan, one of the few demon clans who survived the Lich War, and he was also the one who watched Taoist Lu Ya grow up with his own eyes.

But he didn't have time to rescue him, Taoist Lu Ya was shot dead by an arrow from the Sun Shooting Bow.

The current Jiejiao is far more powerful than the Yaozu Heavenly Court back then!

In the nether world, Chang'e looked at the bright fireworks in the sky and burst into tears.

Unexpectedly, countless years later, she could still see the divine power of the Sun Shooting Bow.

"Thank you, Ye Changqing..."

If it weren't for him, she would still be trapped in the Guanghan Palace at this moment and never see the light of day.

In the Nether Blood Sea, Patriarch Minghe couldn't help but sigh.

He originally thought that he would be lucky enough to have one Ye Changqing.

But now he found that the strength of several people among the Jiejiao Ten Thousand Immortals was no longer inferior to his own.

"The Great Desolation is about to change..."

He muttered something to himself, and a lament spread throughout the Nether Blood Sea.

The ones who care most about the battle situation above the Nine Heavens are the Haotian God and the Holy Mother of Yaochi on the Lingxiao Palace.

Neither the Jiejiao disciples nor the Chanjiao disciples are listed on the list can make them happy.

Things have long been far beyond their expectations and are developing in an uncontrollable direction.

"Humph!"

"I heard us say a word and made those twelve fairy heads, and we wouldn't end up where we are today..."

Haotian God kept the last decency, and said with a cold snort.

If it weren't for the explanation and teaching of the twelve golden immortals who refused to come to the heaven to report their duties, how could there be such a disaster today that they died and disappeared on the list of gods?
Everything is their fault!
"No!"

The eyes of the three generations of Chanjiao disciples, who were guarded by the Antarctic Immortal and Yun Zhongzi, were about to burst into tears.

They never dreamed that masters with great supernatural powers would be on the list of gods like this.

Pangu Zhengzong is not an opponent of heretics...

Faith collapsed for a while!
The education they have received since they were young is that teaching is the authentic Pangu, adhering to the will of Yuanshi Tianzun, and they look down on the disciples of Jiejiao from the bottom of their hearts.

Nezha is the best example.

Relying on his identity as a disciple of three generations of evangelists, how many catastrophes have he caused by his arrogance and arrogance?

If this is the case with the gods, there is no need to mention the mortals in Chentangguan.

In the mortal world, he has his father, Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan, supporting him, and in the fairy world, there is the saint Yuanshi Tianzun as the background. This is the root of his stubbornness and poor character.

If this is the case for a young three-generation disciple of Chanjiao, let alone the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao.

Now that they are dead, the prehistoric world does not know how many creatures are clapping their hands in secret.

Just when the disciples of the three generations of Chanjiao were in an atmosphere of grief and indignation, Yang Jian, an apprentice of Master Yuding, silently attacked a disciple of Jiejiao.

He is proficient in many transformation techniques of the Bajiu Xuangong, and every time he makes a move, he is always invincible.

As long as this person is taken down, he can definitely be used to threaten the interceptors and give the rest of the disciples a chance to breathe.

"Successful..."

Looking at the unsuspecting interception disciple in front of him, he felt a little proud.

But the moment he restrained that person, he found that the person suddenly disappeared.

"Are you looking for me?"

A gloomy voice sounded behind him, which made him turn pale with fright.

This Jiejiao disciple obviously only has the realm of a mere Golden Immortal, so how could he discover his disguise?
No problem!

Even Master Yuan Shitian honored himself as Taiyi Golden Immortal No. 1, and even Da Luo Jinxian himself has the power to fight.

Even without this sneaky method, it is enough to subdue the guy in front of him.

Yang Jian, the sixth child, has rich experience in fighting against the enemy. Just in case, the divine eyes on his forehead immobilized that person.

He once again intended to take that person as a hostage.

Under the divine light, the man could not move, and his life and death could only be controlled by him.

Obviously the situation is favorable to Yang Jian, but he always feels uneasy in his heart.

If there is no accident, there should be an accident!

Sure enough, while the man was struggling, there was a hint of a scheming smile on his face.

Good hunters often appear as prey.

Yang Jian's face was extremely ugly, it turned out that the clown was himself!
Angry and angry, he channeled all his mana into the three-pointed double-edged knife, and slashed at the man's head.

With this blow, that person will surely be enraged on the spot.

He seemed to have seen the bloody scene.

But why did it come to my mind that the one who died would be me?

Yang Jian's heart jumped suddenly, and he stopped the three-pointed two-edged knife that was about to touch the man's forehead in time.

His third eye can see through falsehoods, but it is the only one that cannot see the details of that person.

The aura on his body was strong and weak, at one moment he was like a mortal, and at another moment he was an immortal in the Golden Immortal Realm.

Jinxian?

Only a fool would believe that he was really just a golden fairy.

escape!
Yang Jian was timid, turned around and ran away regardless of the brothers who were besieged in it.

He played to the extreme the profound meaning of explaining and teaching dead friends to never die poor people.

Bajiu Xuangong is indeed a supernatural power that is beneficial to escape.

He changed into the appearance of that person just now and hid himself among the Immortals of Jiejiao, but no one noticed.

He changed his appearance again and again, anyway, there are thousands of immortals in Jiejiao, not everyone knows each other.

It should also make sense to have an unfamiliar face.

In the blink of an eye, he used such a trick to sneak to the periphery of the Jiejiao disciples, and he was relieved when no one found out.

"Jiejiao disciples are nothing more than that..."

Yang Jian still had the last trace of complacency in his heart.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. Take care, juniors!"

There must always be one person left to collect the corpses for them. As No.1 among the three generations of disciples, this task is incumbent.

What's more, there must be someone who burns incense for them every year, doesn't it?

He felt that after convincing himself, he turned into a bird and fled to the chaos.

Right now the saint is not on the Kunlun Mountains, the entire prehistoric world is a disciple of Jiejiao, and only chaos is the place to live.

He glanced back at the intercepted disciple for the last time, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

When the ancestor Yuanshi Tianzun returns, it will be the day when the Jujiao will be destroyed!
(End of this chapter)