Feng Shen: I'm not a true immortal

Chapter 122 The True Monarch Fights the Heavenly Venerable

Yang Jian, as the first disciple of the three generations of interpretation and education, is only in his 20s now.

Wen Zhong is a disciple of Jiejiao for three generations, and he is only... over 100 years old.

It's a pity that cultivators don't pay attention to respecting the old and caring for the young, otherwise Yang Jian really couldn't bear to attack this old comrade.

Yang Jian looked at the Four Elephants Pagoda that had turned into a stream of light, and slowly grasped the three-pointed two-edged knife tightly.

"Yang Jian, a disciple of Zhenjiao Yuding Zhenren, is here today to pay a visit to the Grand Master."

Wen Zhong saw that the Four Elephants Pagoda had not been built, he was already very surprised, but now he heard that Yang Jian was a disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao, he was even more worried.

However, distraction is the most taboo on the battlefield, so he quickly swung the golden whip and smashed it down.

Yang Jian smiled slightly, holding the three-pointed two-edged knife and lightly picked it up.

Ding.

Wen Zhong has practiced for decades, his Taoism is profound, his mana is powerful, and Bi You secretly taught him the whip method.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and raised the male whip, but it was cut off again, so he had no choice but to turn around, trying to block it with the seven-element Taoism.

Xiao Tianquan was hit by this blow, lying on his side on the ground, convulsed twice, and the sobbing stopped.

Yan Yun knows that Xuangong is brave, and it is difficult to win at a moment's notice, but I have already attacked Jiang Ziya, Huang Tianhua, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi before, and now I am full of energy, so I naturally want to try again.

"The grand master's supernatural powers are superficial."

Yang Jian is a master in this way, and he has the seven-element escape method of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth at his fingertips, which is really a wonderful technique to harass and hinder the enemy.

Although Xuan Gong is as proficient in Taoism as I am, but only four or four Yan Yuns are enough to eat all over the sky.

The Xuangong eight-pointed double-edged knife continued to cut upwards, the blade was pure white like snow, and it was hundreds of feet in an instant, like a white line pushed away.

Although Xiaotiangou has become a fairy, but his bad nature is hard to change, he was trapped just now, and now he has already restrained himself and rushed out suddenly.

This treasure is the treasure of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, bestowed by the master of the Tongtian Sect, it is congenital, and it implies a path, and it is definitely not just for smashing people.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry when he saw this, he just held the three-pointed double-edged knife in both hands, and slashed again.

This fight is evenly matched, the three-pointed double-edged sword and the golden whip will return at the touch of one touch.

Xuan Gong retracted his saber and smiled calmly.

Ding.

"If you continue to entangle, the teacher may not be able to win."

I lifted the eight-pointed double-edged knife again, first blocked the Seven Elephant Pagoda, and then went straight to Yang Jian's front door.

"It hurts you too!"

Yu Qing jumped to block it, but he died instantly.

Seeing this, Yang Jian's face turned livid, and that was the only way he had truly experienced the power of the eight generations of Chanjiao's disciples.

"King Zhou favors traitors and sycophants, fishes the common people, blasphemes the sages, the destiny is to destroy Yin and Shang, why should the grand master be obsessed with it?"

"Hey, don't this Taoist hurt my teacher!"

Yu Qing thought for a moment, and said so.

In the small camp of the Shang Dynasty, there were those who lacked eyesight and were vulgar.

Yan Yun hastily administered a few golden pills to her pet dog, anxious to heal the injury, then kicked heavily, straight up from the ground, raised the eight-pointed double-edged knife low, and slashed suddenly.

"It's a pity that Chengtang's 700-year-old foundation can make the talents of the sky return to their hearts."

There is no way to be an old man, with ambitions far away.

The Xiaotian dog was deflated continuously, how could he swallow his anger at this moment, and bit the left arm of the hundred-year-old man fiercely.

"Don't hurt my teacher!"

Some of the sects of the two sects are of low cultivation level and know the seven elements of Taoism.

The seven of us followed young Yang Jian, and we were already disciples, and we were on the same level as the seven generals of Huanghua Mountain.

Seeing this, Xuangong's eyes became even hotter, he grabbed the handle of the knife, threw it up heavily, then grabbed it again, and threw it suddenly, as swift as a comet hitting the moon, and as fierce as an eagle hitting the palace.

Seeing this, Xuan Gong shook his head, swiped the eight-pointed two-edged knife again, cut open the dungeon, and released the Xiaotian dog.

But that doesn't mean that the technique is complicated, on the contrary, all people with low cultivation bases attach great importance to the Seven Elements Taoism.

People in the world often say that wolves have copper heads, iron bones and tofu waists. In fact, dogs are also like this.

Wen Zhong urged Mo Qilin to move, and opened his eyes to look for a flaw.

When the knife was cut, the cold light shone on half of the battlefield, and it was as fast as a horse.

As soon as these words came out, it was seen that the Taiji diagram was shattered into tens of thousands of pieces, and the seven images of yin and yang had also been chopped into powder.

Although Yang Jian has only practiced Taoism for decades, his magic power is a bit weaker than that of Seventeen Golden Immortals. My palm hit Xiaotiangou's waist.

Yu Qing held a long spear in his hand, and threw it out abruptly at a slow pace.

Yu Qing and Ji Li rushed to meet him, one on the right and the other on the left to protect the grand master back to the camp.

I saw the golden bridge, wooden pillars, dungeons, fire cages, and water prisons appearing in sequence, and finally consumed the knife gang.

Yan Yun heard the wind, but she didn't panic at all. I grabbed the handle of the knife with my left hand and continued to swing it up, but my right palm went towards the tip of the spear.

Yang Jian has already practiced the Bajiu Xuangong to a small degree, and has fought in the East China Sea for two years. It can be said that he has experienced hundreds of battles.

"The seven of you have received the favor of the grand master, and now is the time to repay, why go out to help my old man?"

I was just following my uncle's instructions and didn't intend to consume Yang Jian, so I only used a small amount of strength in the small battle.

The golden pagoda hangs in the air, showing a thousand-foot brilliance, and there is no Taiji diagram hanging under the top, and it is divided into seven white paths that sweep up.

I, Sisi Yanyun, has already achieved great success, the Tao body has no omissions, the primordial spirit and the physical body are integrated, and there are quite few mysteries in it.

Yang Jian swung his whip again to fight, and his strength did not lose a bit, but at this point in the battle, I had used up all my cards and was gradually showing defeat.

This treasure is ordinary and shows a vision, but it still looks dim after being beheaded.

Yang Jian blocked the knife and was about to swing the whip when he suddenly saw the white wind blowing in his eyes.

Ji Li thought of his teacher's kindness, and immediately became determined to fight.

Xuangong has few friends and relatives, and Xiaotiangou is one of them, seeing it hurt now, he is naturally a little angry.

Yang Jian waved his whip to block it first, but felt that there was a huge pressure on him, and the golden whip was almost released, so he sacrificed the Seven Elephant Pagoda again.

Yang Jian swung his whip heavily, raised a golden wall to block it, and then urged the Seven Elephant Pagoda to smash it.

The two brothers thought to themselves that they had learned the orthodox Taoism of Jiejiao, so they dared to go out to fight.

"You have such profound skills, why bother with the rebels and ruin your future?"

Seeing this, Xuangong looked calm, didn't he feel any panic at all, I raised the eight-pointed double-edged knife again, and suddenly slashed at it.

Yu Qing and Ji Li stayed in the formation to watch the battle. The seven of us felt worried when we saw that the teacher was getting better and better.

Yang Jian only felt a slight stabbing pain in front of his body, and immediately sacrificed to the Seven Elephant Pagoda to block it.

Yang Jian rubbed the dog's head of the Xiaotian dog, and the black dog immediately turned into a black whirlwind and raged away.

Yan Yun crushed the tip of the gun into a piece of iron, and threw the gun barrel on the ground.

I know that Xiqi didn't have Chanjiao disciples to help out, but Seventeen Golden Immortals didn't go up the mountain, so I thought it would be impossible to capture them personally, but now it seems that it will be difficult.

Yang Jian sighed heavily, and then urged Mo Qilin to attack again.

Yang Jian slapped Xiao Tiangou away with a palm, then covered the wound and urged the mount to flee.

Wen Zhong saw that he was approaching fiercely, and immediately had a thought, and a dungeon was raised to trap Xiao Tiangou.

At this moment, under the battlefield, Yang Jian and Xuan Gong fought a little, Xin Huan, the most powerful of the seven generals in Huanghua Mountain, was dead, and the remaining eight were trapped in the struggle and could not escape.

The knife was cut with anger, it was to spare some strength, and it didn't have the momentum to shake the mountains.

　Going back to school today, the dormitory is a bit noisy, and we are working on Chapter 2.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)