Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

Chapter 128 I am Yang Jiao
"I am Yang Jiao, and I am already dead."

"My father's name is Yang Tianyou, my mother's name is Yaoji, and I have a younger brother and a younger sister."

"I always thought I was an ordinary person, until just now, my mother suddenly told me that she is the younger sister of the Jade Emperor, the goddess in charge of the four heavens of the world of desire."

"When our family was about to flee, my second brother ran out to bid farewell to his fiancée. In order to wait for him, we missed the best time to escape."

"Father died to protect us. I also died to protect my younger siblings."

"Farewell to mother, farewell to my second brother and third sister."

Fang Yang's seizure was only half successful.

He had indeed found a destined person, but this destined person was on the verge of losing consciousness.In the words of the earth, it is a state of near death.

What Fang Yang entered was Yang Jiao's illusion before he died.

"It's not good to have a predestined relationship with someone, but a predestined relationship with such a troublesome person. Not to mention a bad debt, and a cheap mother for no reason."

"Forget it, anyway, she will be wiped out in a short time anyway. After she dies, I'll just forcefully express my sadness, and treat it as an extra. Under the sage's sect, if even my mother died Indifference is too easy to arouse suspicion from others."

"Not good, his vitality will be cut off. I will take it!"

The next moment, Fang Yang's powerful consciousness poured into Yang Jiao's soul, drowning and swallowing Yang Jiao's consciousness.

After Fang Yang controlled Yang Jiao's soul, he didn't dare to relax at all.He mobilized all his thoughts and sank his soul into Yang Jiao's body.

He carried the immortal mana hidden in Yang Jiao's body, locked the last trace of life, and prevented his body from dying.

In the Hall of Demons, Fang Yang suddenly cupped his hands to Patriarch Ji Du: "Uncle Master, please do me a favor. Please send me to Dongting Lake, my avatar is in trouble!"

Patriarch Ji Du frowned upon hearing this, and rejected the matter:
"Martial nephew, it's not that I won't help you. Unless your clone is also cultivated into Da Luo Jinxian, otherwise you'd better not have any contact with your clone. You are too far away from your clone, and you suddenly help your clone. It will make the saint suspicious. To tell you the truth, no one knows who your double is except yourself."

After hearing this, Fang Yang had no choice but to give up the plan.

What Patriarch Ji Du said makes sense.He and Yang Jiao are people from two worlds, and they ran to help Yang Jiao resolve the disaster for no reason, no matter who would doubt it.

Therefore, Fang Yang could only let the clone fend for itself.

The avatar naturally knew about this.He had no other choice but to use his willpower to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and heal himself with the aura of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, before she was killed, Yao Ji undid the restraint on Yang Jiao, allowing Yang Jiao to possess mana of the level of refining xu and dao.

Yaoji is a golden fairy after all, and Yang Jiao crawled out of her stomach. Although she is a mixed blood of human and immortal, she also has the cultivation base of refining emptiness and Taoism.

"What did Yao Ji say to the Wan Yao Queen? She said that she would not be moved even if she was out of her wits. Sure enough, fairies are duplicity."

Yang Jiao thought about it while healing himself.

He has no awareness of dying at all, the main body is not afraid of death, let alone the avatar.

Time passed little by little, one day, two days, three days, seven days.

After seven days and seven nights, Yang Jiao finally healed the wound on his throat.He concentrated his magic power and shook it with all his might.

Boom!

The tomb exploded, dust was flying, and Yang Jiao broke out of the coffin.

Yes, Yang Jiao was buried long ago, together with Yang Tianyou.

The people who buried him were Yang Jian and Yang Chan.These two people survived under the water released by Marshal Tianpeng.

You can't even say water.

Fang Yang suspected that Yao Ji was probably just a tool person, who existed to cultivate Dharma protectors for the Taoist sect.

Whether Yang Jian troubled the Heavenly Palace or split the mountain to save his mother, they were all scripts written in advance by Xuanmen.

The world is like a chessboard, and all living beings are like chess pieces. There is no way to do this.

"You you. Stiff."

A ghost in white was stunned on the spot, she was holding the soul chain, her hands were trembling.

"Is it stiff or not? I am a living person. You are a ghost messenger, still afraid of zombies?"

Yang Jiao gave the ghost in white a contemptuous look.

Seeing Yang Jiao speak, the ghost guard in white was no longer afraid, he looked at Yang Jiao, full of doubts.

"Aren't you dead?"

Yang Jiao ignored the ghost messenger in white. He walked to Yang Tianyou's grave and mourned for 3 minutes in silence.

After the silent mourning, he kicked his feet, staggered, and flew into the air.

The white-clothed ghost guard looked at Yang Jiao's leaving back and fell into deep thought.

Yang Jiao didn't go anywhere else, he returned to Yang's Mansion at Guanjiangkou.

The reaction of a normal person, after being resurrected from the dead, must be to go home and have a look.When his future master calculates it, it will be more reasonable.

"Mother, second brother, third sister!"

Yang Jiao returned to the Yang Mansion, and immediately turned into a film king, his eyes turned red, and he started looking for him in the mansion.

"what!"

He searched all the rooms one by one, then slumped on the ground and cried out heartbroken.

After the play, Yang Jiao ran away immediately.

If you don't run now, you won't be able to run away when Tianting reacts.

Fortunately, he is not the real Yang Jiao. The real Yang Jiao is a young man, and he definitely doesn't know what to do when encountering such a thing.

Yang Jiao went to Jianshan City, the largest city within a radius of [-] li.

The most people in Jianshan City are the monks of the human race. There are heavenly and real immortals everywhere, and there are even one or two mysterious immortals.

Before the God Conferring Tribulation, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Court was, it was no match for the human race.

Yang Jiao wants to use the power of the human race to hold back the pursuers.Don't forget, his current identity is Human Race.

Yang Jiao slept and ate in the open, traveled for a long time, and finally flew to Jianshan City on the third day.

As soon as he entered Jianshan City, Yang Jiao became the actor again.When he saw the monk in front of him, he burst into tears as if he was seeing a relative.

"Seniors of the human race, help!"

His voice was not only loud, but also full of grief and helplessness.

When the human monks on the street heard it, many of them stopped.They couldn't help frowning when they saw Yang Jiao's disheveled face, ragged clothes, and scars all over his body.

Yang Jiao repeatedly cupped his hands at the surrounding monks, weeping uncontrollably.

"Seniors of the human race, I am from Guanjiangkou. The heavenly court bullied me and sent heavenly soldiers and generals to slaughter my whole family. My father, mother, younger brother, and younger sister all died tragically under the massacre of the heavenly soldiers."

"Not only did they brutally kill our whole family, they even spared the chickens and dogs in the family. They shook the eggs in the chicken coop and cut the earthworms in the ground into two pieces vertically."

"I crawled out of the grave, please do justice for me!"

"My family is miserable! It's miserable!"

Speaking of excitement, Yang Jiao seemed to be exhausted, and fell to the ground.

Even though he fell to the ground, Yang Jiao still kept saying: "I beg you, please uphold justice for my Yang family. Heaven deceives me that there is no one in the human race, no one."

(End of this chapter)