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Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian stared at the picture displayed on the Haotian Mirror, memorized the appearance of Han Wang Jichang, and said word by word:

"This thief, King Jichang of Han, dares to spread rumors and ruin Yao Ji's good reputation. I will kill him!"

Yaochi saw this and advised:

"Your Majesty, are you trying to get into trouble? The King of Han is protected by the fate of the human race. If you take action rashly, you will suffer backlash."

Haotian waved his hand and shot out a beam of fairy light, flying out of the Lingxiao Palace and said gloomily:

"There will be a backlash? So what? If this thief is not eliminated, my anger will never be quelled!"

"Yaochi, don't worry, I just want this bitch to get on the list of gods as soon as possible!"

At the end of the day, Haotian already had one hundred and thirty-nine ways to punish Han Wang Jichang.

So what if you are protected by the fate of the human race? As long as Han Wang Jichang is on the list of gods, he will let this old thief know what it means to be unable to live and to die!

After a while.

A red-haired, handsome golden-armored immortal strode into the Lingxiao Palace, bowed down and said:

"Tianpeng, pay homage to His Majesty Haotian."

……

Fire Cloud Cave.

The Human Emperor Xuanyuan looked at Yang Jian, who was at a disadvantage under the siege of three people, and praised:

"Your Majesty Fuxi, I didn't expect that Yang Jian has some abilities. He can be said to be the number one disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao."

As a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Sacred Realm, Xuanyuan's vision is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary cultivators.

It was also because he discovered that both the Shang Dynasty and Xiqi had a number of exceptionally talented generals.

Otherwise, he would have to praise Yang Jian more.

Emperor Shennong reminded:

"Xuanyuan, a disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao with upright roots and Miaohong, now only Yang Jian is left. He is certainly worthy of his name."

"People like Li Shimin, Li Yazi and others brought their cultivation to the disciples of Taoist Cihang, mostly to seek asylum."

In today's prehistoric times, even a person with great supernatural powers would not dare to kill a disciple of a saint without any reason.

Therefore, Shennong can also understand the approach of Li Shimin and others.

Suddenly, Human Emperor Xuanyuan thought of Master Yuding’s reputation in the ancient times and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty Fuxi, Your Majesty Shennong, you think this Jade Cauldron is also strange."

"I'm obviously not good at fighting or escaping, but the disciples I teach are so good."

Fuxi said meaningfully:

"Everyone in the world says that among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, some are strong and others are weak, just like the San Wu Zhenren, Huanglong, and Jade Cauldron, who are the lowest among the Twelve Golden Immortals."

"But he is as strong as Taiyi Zhenren, and he is afraid of leaving his grandson, but now he is already on the list of gods."

"Luck, sometimes, is also strength."

……

In front of the wonderful dream pass.

"Boom boom boom"

Then Qiu Yin, the commander-in-chief of Qinglong Pass, offered up soul-stirring red beads, flying around Yang Jian.

Whenever Yang Jian's eyes fell on the Soul-Captivating Red Bead, his eyes would become dull and it would take a few seconds for him to wake up.

Taking this opportunity, Ma Zhong spit out black smoke, and Long Anji drove his limbs to attack Yang Jian fiercely.

Gradually, as time went by, Yang Jian fell into a disadvantage.

"Wang Wang Wang"

The roaring dog hiding behind Liu Chan saw that his master was in danger, and he grinned and prepared to pounce on him.

Zhuge Liang gently picked up the Roaring Sky Dog's neck flesh. Seeing the latter struggling, he chuckled:

"A loyal dog protects the master, which is very valuable, but your cultivation is too weak. Even if you go, it will only distract fellow Taoist Yang Jian."

The Roaring Sky Dog glared at Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, and cursed angrily:

"Woof woof woof" Judging from his appearance, if Zhuge Liang hadn't picked him up, he would have bitten Han Gaozu without hesitation.

When Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, heard what was going on here, even if he didn't understand dog language, he could guess that Roaring Sky Dog was scolding him and ordered:

"Fan Kuai, go and castrate the Roaring Dog for me, and find hundreds of beautiful female dogs to keep with it."

Fan Kuai couldn't help but smile, walked up to Zhuge Liang, and said politely:

"Mr. Kong Ming, give the Roaring Sky Dog to me."

Although according to his age, Zhuge Liang was just a junior in front of him.

However, Fan Kuai could not help but admire Marquis Zhuge Wu who was dedicated to reviving the great man, bowed to him, and died.

Zhuge Liang met Roaring Sky Dog's look for help, handed the latter to Fan Kuai, and said with a smile:

"Howling Heavenly Dog, only by eradicating the roots of worries can you focus on practicing hard. Just follow it, hahaha..."

When Ji Fa saw that no one was worried about Yang Jian's death, he came to Han Gaozu's side and couldn't bear to say:

"Dad, why not send Champion Hou to help Immortal Chang Yang Jian?"

At this moment, Ji Fa really wanted to scold everyone. Immortal Yang Jian was fighting to the death for Xiqi.

But here they are bullying Yang Jian, Immortal Chang's mount...friend...best friend...

Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, put his arm around Ji Fa's shoulders and said:

"Fa'er, you are still young and don't understand. Who is Immortal Yang Jian? He is born with divine eyes and has the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill to accompany him."

"Look, after fighting for so long, has Immortal Yang Jian ever been injured?"

Ji Fa took a closer look and realized that although Yang Jian was surrounded by dangers, his whole body was shrouded in fairy light and he was not injured at all.

When he suddenly realized it, he was also a little confused and asked:

"But, dad, why don't you make a quick decision?"

Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, smiled mysteriously and said:

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, father has his own arrangements."

……

at the same time.

Western teaching.

Sage Yingyin and Sage Zhunti, sitting cross-legged on the futon, are also paying attention to this battle.

When Saint Zhunti accidentally discovered that the generals of the Shang and Zhou armies were generally in the Golden Immortal Realm, he let out a sigh of envy and said:

"Senior brother, I want to go to the human race again and recruit some disciples."

"It is during the Great Tribulation that many opportunities arise that allow the weak human race to have so many generals in the Golden Immortal Realm."

The saint followed Zhunti's gaze, suddenly realized, shook his head and said:

"Junior brother, it's better not to act rashly. Major matters come first."

Sage Zhunti heard the word "big event". Although he was very sorry, he had to hold back his inner impulse and said casually:

"Senior brother, do you think that person will really come to join us? He is always the most honorable person, and those who don't know it think he is more powerful than Master."

When the saint was about to explain, he heard an arrogant and domineering voice, sounding from far outside the palace:

"White Lotus Boy, this Amitabha Buddha, the magic weapon in your hand is destined to me, please give it to me quickly!"

"Ksitigarbha, don't run away. I'm hungry and too lazy to do anything. Go to the Merit Pond and stew all the lotus flowers for me."

"Hey, hey, why are you running away! Father, if anyone dares to run away again, I will report it to my father and send you all to the list of gods!"

……

Listening to the commotion outside, Saint Zhunti had a headache and said irritably:

"Senior Brother, why don't we just drive this traitor... bah, this thief out of the Western Sect."

"You don't know, this thief is doing all kinds of evil in the West these days just because he is my adopted son, causing harm to the whole country."

"Many disciples are overwhelmed and have no time to practice."

The saint who received the invitation sighed softly and said:

"Junior brother, let him go. When the destiny of Buddhism and the destiny of Western religion are connected, throw him back to the underworld."

(End of this chapter)