The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 645
"you……!"

The Mo family brothers were furious, especially the fourth eldest Mo Lishou.

These four brothers are also gods and demons with extraordinary morals and reputations. Even after ascending to heaven, the status of the four heavenly kings is quite high. Now they are ignored like this, how can they bear it?

Even if Mo Lishoudang wanted to release the spirit beast, he would teach Yang Jian a lesson.

"Fourth, stop!"

Mo Liqing stopped hurriedly and said, "What are you going to do?!"

"Big brother!"

Mo Lishou said angrily: "Let's greet each other with a smile, Yang Jian is so rude, how can he bear it?!"

"Yes, I must teach him a lesson!"

"If we don't do it, I'm afraid that all the gods and demons in the heaven will think that our brothers are easy to bully!"

The other two heavenly kings also spoke angrily.

"Didn't you see that Yang Jian is still carrying the third prince Nezha on his back!"

Mo Liqing said in a deep voice: "I see that his face is darkened and his breath is weak. I'm afraid he has suffered serious injuries."

Nezha was injured? !

The other three were shocked. Looking back at the scene just now, it is true that Nezha was carried by Yang Jian!
However, Nezha is so good, he already existed as an Earth Immortal, and he was almost invincible in the Conferred God War with three heads and six arms, and he was favored by the Great Tianzun now, and he was named the Heavenly Lord of the Thunder Division, and he couldn't even walk by himself , being carried on Yang Jian's back, what a serious injury he suffered!

No wonder, no wonder Yang Jian was so urgent!

Thinking about this clearly, none of the four brothers were bothered by Yang Jian's rudeness. Instead, they were quite shocked. Who on earth hurt Nezha, or rather, dared to hurt Nezha!

Looking at the suspicious and frightened expressions of the other three brothers, Mo Liqing said: "Take good care of the Tianmen, these are not things we consider, everything is with His Majesty, this day... will not collapse!"

His Majesty!

Everyone's expressions were stunned, thinking of the supreme power of this Great Heavenly Venerable, they suddenly gained confidence in their hearts.

In heaven and earth, who is his opponent?

……

In the Great Leiyin Temple, Wutian Demon Ancestor sitting on the black lotus, his eyes were cold and indifferent: "What a Yang Jian!"

His long hair was fluttering, and there was a gloomy look on his cold and heartless face.

boom!
The space inside the Great Leiyin Temple trembled, and a black lotus broke through the air and merged into the devilish energy around Wutian.

Only Yuanshen's black-robed Dharma Guardian panicked, knelt down in the air, and said with a terrified expression: "Mozu, this subordinate is incompetent and failed to complete the mission!"

For a celestial being, although his injury is serious at this time, it is not fatal. It just needs to consume time to re-condense the celestial body.

"Hei Pao, you have let me down again!"

Wutian's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, they were indifferent.

He sent the black robe lower bound to deal with Nezha and Yang Jian. He originally thought of dealing with Mo Li. The two have a deep friendship with each other, and killing each other can shake the other's mind, and surrendering can attack and kill each other at a critical moment.

He thought he could easily capture Ying Yao, a celestial immortal, but he failed. What do you make him think?
"The devil ancestor spares his life, the devil ancestor spares his life!"

The black robe trembled with fright, not daring to raise his head.

He failed to deal with Li Li last time, and failed to deal with Yang Jian this time. Both of them are inferior to him. The former is because the real fire of the sun is too domineering, and the latter is because the sword intent is so pure that nothing can be cut. On the contrary, his own injuries have never healed. , although the innate supernatural power is strong, the power in it is too mottled, and this is the defeat. It is not an exaggeration to say that Wutian can deal with him!
"Go, go find Ying Yao!"

Wutian waved his sleeve robe, under the wave of mighty devilish energy, the flesh body of the black robe grew out in a way visible to the naked eye, and condensed into a flesh body within a few breaths.

"Thank you Demon Ancestor! Thank you Demon Ancestor!"

After the black robe kowtowed again and again, he slowly retreated aggrieved.

"Such pure sword intent, such a fast cultivation speed, Yang Jian..."

There was silence in Daleiyin Temple, Wutian muttered to himself, his eyes penetrated the boundless magic energy, and he saw the silver armor figure hurriedly running towards Tushita Palace in the heavenly court, and said: "Is it the child of luck, what a pity It cannot be used by this seat."

Any celestial being is a well-known power in the Three Realms, enough to affect the situation in the Three Realms, but Yang Jian has stepped into the realm of a celestial being in such a short period of time, and even surpassed his black robe. Qualified to step into the ranks of Taoists and compete for the Golden Immortal!
With such a character, Wutian was naturally envious.

However, the key point was the battle between him and Li Li, and everything else was small.

……

"Zhenjun Erlang! Master, he has an order from the old man, he will not meet outsiders! Let's retreat quickly!"

At the gate of Tushita Palace, the golden-horned sleeve robe waved and said calmly.

Laojun has already ordered, now that the Three Realms are in chaos, the Tushi palace is closed and the palace is closed, and the mote formation is fully activated. If it is not that Yang Jian is his brother and friend, he will not answer the other party's call, let alone speak up .

Even under the door of Tushita Palace, without Laojun's permission, no one can enter Tushita Palace now.

"Fairy boy!"

Yang Jian's expression was stern, but his eyes were full of anxiety. He said: "My brother was attacked by the devil's energy. If he doesn't treat him, he will soon fall into the devil's way. Fairy boy, please forgive me and let me see Laojun!"

Jin Jiao's eyes swept slightly, and saw that the devilish energy on Nezha's body was almost eroding the primordial spirit, he couldn't help shaking his head and said: "The master didn't order, I can't disobey the order, Erlang Zhenjun, while there is still some time, hurry up!" Find another wise man."

"Second brother, forget it, let's... let's just change places..."

Nezha saw that Jin Jiao was not willing to accommodate, so he said weakly.

He knew how proud Yang Jian was in his heart.

"No, if they don't let me wait in today, I'll break in too!" Yang Jian's body burst out with wisps of sharp breath.

"Huh? Yang Jian! You dared to act presumptuously before Tushita Palace!"

Jin Jiao's complexion suddenly darkened, and with a thought, the fairy clouds in the sky swelled immediately, and a terrifying aura of upside-down heaven and earth, yin and yang hanging upside down emanated, which seemed to be the precursor of the Liangyi Mochen array that was about to start at any time!

"Master, then forgive Yang Jian for being rude!"

Yang Jian said silently in his heart, and took a deep look at Tushita Palace, he must save Nezha's life, and at this moment, he must not disturb Li Li!

Clang!
The sound of the long saber's whistling resounded through the 33 heavens, and the cold white light soared into the sky wrapped in endless cold and arrogant murderous aura.

The three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's palm crushed layers of space in an instant, and went straight to the golden horn.

Even if he broke through today, he still wants to see Laojun!

"How brave!"

Jin Jiao let out a cold cry at the moment when the long knife was released, and with a thought, countless fairy fogs emerged from the sky in Lihen Tian where Tushita Palace is located, turning into ferocious white dragons and sweeping towards the long knife go!

Roar!Ho Ho...

The terrifying power contained in each of the white dragons seems to have mobilized the power of the entire Lihentian Formation, and its power is so great that it is even stronger than Yang Jian's blow.

Nezha could not help but suffocate his breath as he felt the two terrifying magical powers.

"Let them in!"

Just when the two were about to fight, the Taishang Laojun who was meditating in Tushita Palace slowly opened his eyes and spoke lightly.

His voice was very calm, but there was a ray of unfathomable majesty in it.

boom!boom!
Immediately, the roaring white dragons above the sky exploded one after another, turning into the most basic fairy mist and scattering into the heaven and earth.

In front of Tushita Palace, Yang Jian, who was about to break in, was struck by lightning when he heard this.

I just felt an incomparably terrifying and tyrannical pressure rushing towards my face, as if the whole world had fallen on me, it was a huge pressure that was indescribable in words.

"Ah."

Yang Jian let out a muffled snort, his figure staggered unexpectedly, and the three-pointed two-edged knife fell to the ground, his stern face flushed even more, as if his legs trembled under the pressure of this ray of will.

And this pressure, Nezha didn't feel half of it, and was lying on Yang Jian intact.

The two brothers looked at each other, and both saw the shock of horror in each other's eyes.

They have known about the tyranny of the old lord Taishang for a long time, but they don't want to be so tyrannical with just a wisp of will, and Yang Jian can't afford it with his current cultivation.

"Second brother!"

Nezha called out, and then yelled at Tusita Palace: "Second brother was worried about my safety, and his words and deeds for a while offended Laojun. I also ask Laojun to forgive me, and forgive my second brother!"

It seemed that after hearing Nezha's words, the pressure disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jian only felt that a huge boulder had landed on his body, and couldn't help moaning softly, but then said:
"Thank you, Grand Master!"

He bowed and saluted Tushita Palace, awed in his heart.

Even though he already knew that the power of this old gentleman was unfathomable, but a ray of will suppressed him in one fell swoop, and he was struggling. This kind of magic power is still too terrifying.

"Let's go."

Jin Jiao said indifferently: "You two are lucky, the master actually opened his mouth to meet each other."

……

In Tushita Palace, Taishang Laojun sat cross-legged on the futon with a calm expression.

"Wutian, Demon Race..."

He stood up slowly, thoughtful.

It stands to reason that at this moment, Wutian and Mozu should keep their own place, quietly waiting for a breakthrough, and compete with Mo Li, but unexpectedly they are still restless, secretly resorting to some tricks to try to distract Mo Li.

These things that are not on the table, in a sense, also show that Wutian does not have the confidence to defeat his disciple.

Before the battle for the path started, Wutian's heart had already lost the wind.

Tread!Tread!
Amidst the sound of footsteps, Jin Jiao stepped into the hall first, behind him was Yang Jian carrying Nezha on his back.

Laojun frowned slightly, and glanced at Nezha, who had lost his arm.

This new Heavenly Lord of the Palm of the Thunder Division is extremely powerful. He has already entered the late stage of the Earth Immortal. He has a body of a lotus flower and has extraordinary potential. It may not be impossible to break through the Heavenly Immortal in time, even if his arm falls and is eroded by the demon energy. But it still retains the last trace of wisdom.

However, with Wutian's tyrannical wisp of demonic energy, his soul will be completely possessed within half an hour at most, no wonder Yang Jian wants to forcibly break into the palace.

It was the first time for Yang Jian to come to Tushita Palace, looking at the strange things in front of him, his expression was extremely serious.

Is Taishang Laojun the old hunter from back then?
He didn't have an answer in his heart, so he just looked intently, but he saw that this great immortal known to everyone in the Three Realms was just sitting quietly on the futon, surrounded by silence, his aura was unpredictable and unpredictable.

Just looking at it, there is a feeling of insignificance in the face of the boundless sky, which clearly shows the huge gap between the two.

Yang Jian's complexion was a little complicated, and even a little heavy.

He wanted to open his mouth to recognize each other, but in the end he still couldn't make up his mind, so he could only salute and said, "I've seen Taishang Laojun!"

"Old gentleman! Nezha has been attacked by demonic energy, and he is about to fall into the demon, so please help me!"

Yang Jian fell to his knees and put Nezha on the ground.

At this time, Nezha has been invaded by the demonic energy, his whole body is as black as ink, his eyes are scarlet, only a glint of divine light flickers in the mud ball, maintaining his sanity and sobriety.

Roar!
Just as Yang Jian let go, a dense layer of scales suddenly appeared on Nezha's body, and a roar came from his mouth. Seeing that the soul was about to be completely invaded, he would fall into the devil forever.

"Magic?"

The dust whisk in Taishang Laojun's palm floated lightly, and a ray of sunlight shone into the trembling Nezha's body.

Roar!
Nezha let out a low growl, his body stiffened instantly, and he lay straight on the ground motionless.

And between his brows, a ray of light vibrates and flickers, spreads continuously, and collides with the devil energy.

Chi Chi!

Amidst the sound like a flame being extinguished, wisps of devilish energy rose from Nezha's body.

The devilish energy struggled and twisted, and there seemed to be countless ferocious grimaces flashing across it, making a silent roar.

hum...

As the glow bloomed, gradually, all the devilish energy in Nezha's body was forced out.

Taishang Laojun stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the demonic energy immediately fell into his palm, and was completely annihilated into nothingness by a huge force.

What is demonic energy is the condensation of negative emotions such as depression, bitterness and resentment in the hearts of all living beings.

It gathers the darkest, most evil, and most negative emotions between heaven and earth. Even if it entangles an ordinary person in a thread, that person will be assimilated by negative emotions and sink forever.

And the evil energy in Nezha's body comes from the Wutian Black Lotus, even a fairy can't get rid of it.

"Ouch!"

Nezha's hand was full of divine light, and his arm that had been annihilated by the demonic energy was reborn immediately. He breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his hands were more comfortable.

He knelt down on the ground gratefully, and said, "Nezha thanked Laojun for saving his life!"

Laojun nodded, glanced at the silent Yang Jian, and said lightly: "Yang Jian, you trespassed on the old man's Tushita Palace, and you want to fight the old man Tong'er, you are really brave!"

"Yang Jian is guilty!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Jian immediately fell to his knees.

The Taishang Laojun is unpredictable and profound, and this place is his dojo, with various formations. In front of him, Yang Jian knew that he could not resist at all, so he knelt down and confessed very simply.

"Old gentleman!"

Nezha hurriedly said, "Second brother trespassed on the Tushita Palace because of Nezha, and Nezha is willing to bear it all!"

"Bring it on!"

Taishang Laojun pondered slightly, and said: "What should you bear? Yang Jian is a member of Tushita Palace and a disciple of a veteran Taoist. Why do you need the third prince to bear it?"

As soon as this remark came out, both Yang Jian and Nezha's expressions changed, and they suddenly looked up at Laojun.

Especially Yang Jian, whose usually calm eyes were full of excitement at the moment, and even his hands trembled slightly.

"Why, don't you want to recognize Master Lao Dao?" Laojun asked lightly.

Yang Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and said excitedly: "Master!"

He knocked his head hard to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)