Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 28

Tianxuan...

Earth's rotation...

It was as if I was suddenly awakened from a deep dream by a basin of cold water.

Yang Jian shivered and opened his eyes suddenly.

In an instant.

The chaos and noise of the real world flooded into his ears, causing him to frown and look stern.

"Yang Jian, my rebellious minister, do you know your guilt?"

"Yang Jian, you have committed a heinous crime..."

"Quickly kneel down!"

The messy sounds were like waves, one after another.

Only then did Yang Jian realize that at some point, he had been escorted to the Lingxiao Palace.

The gods and immortals around him all had ferocious faces and cold expressions, and they shouted angrily at him.

And the top,

It was his uncle whom he longed for day and night and wished he could get rid of quickly—God Haotian!
Haotian?

"Haotian!!"

The shock flashed in his eyes, and Yang Jian woke up from his confusion instantly, like a furious lion, struggling hard and shouting loudly.

How many years has it been? How many years has it been?

He endured the humiliation, studied hard, and practiced hard, just to avenge the murder of his father and his mother.

Now that his enemy was right in front of him, the raging malice in his chest immediately felt like it was going to explode, and he couldn't hold it back.

"Haotian, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!!"

He was like a bull with a yoke, ferocious and eager to rush to the temple.

The two-foot-tall warriors around him immediately tightened the tight chains, stepped on the clouds and mist, and pulled with all their strength.

collapse--

The two struggled, and the chain was unable to withstand it first and suddenly broke.

The warrior staggered and fell backward, but Yang Jian seized the opportunity and charged forward viciously.

"Bold!!"

The blue-armored general frowned in disbelief.

I didn't expect that the other party would be able to burst out with such divine power when his Pipa bone was locked.

Before he had time to think, light flashed in his hand, and a green dragon sword appeared.

Then he leaped forward, raised his sword and danced, splitting Huashan with one move, and slashed hard at Yang Jian.

This sword was fast and swift, as heavy as a sacred mountain, and fell into the air like a horse.

The awe-inspiring murderous intent is so immersive that one can't help but feel the coldness on his head and neck, and the hair standing on end.

however,
The general did not underestimate Yang Jian, but he did underestimate the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills".

I remember that Ao Bing once hit the opponent's chest and couldn't break it even with several shots.

Now how can the blade alone cause any damage?
really.

Facing the blade, Yang Jian's eyes were blood red, and he was not afraid and allowed it to hit him.

stab-

Sparks splattered.

The broadsword made a harsh sound like hitting gold and stone, and could not move at all.

The blue-armored general had a horrified expression. He turned the sword again in disbelief, picked up the cross sword, and struck with the sword.

What a great Yang Jian!

Really stay calm in times of crisis.

He actually hooked his hand and raised his arm, and hit the sword hard.

In just a short moment, several hand shapes changed continuously.

From the back of the hand, the secret elbow, the base of the palm, and then to the elbow joint, it hits the blade and takes advantage of the force.

Strong confrontation, no fear at all.

All the immortals could only feel that the swords from both sides were coming and going, like butterflies piercing flowers, and they were dazzled.

Just when he was not sure about the victory or defeat, he saw the blue-armored god general suddenly staggered and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

The Qinglong sword was also twisted into a twist, like broken copper and iron, and was thrown away by Yang Jian.

The gods were shocked and their expressions changed drastically.

The Great Sage Lei Wei is a general in heaven. He has been fighting in the north and south for many years. He has never met an opponent, but he can't resist it?

When he was surprised, Yang Jian was already furious.

Like a colorful tiger ascending to the bright hall, a drunken dragon crashing into the fairy palace, flying through the clouds to the divine level.

in the team,
Qinglong Mengzhang, White Tiger Supervisor, Zhuque Lingguang, Xuanwu Zhiming, a total of four divine monarchs, saw this and came out to block the people.

"Yang Jian, Lingxiao Palace, how can we allow you to be so unreasonable!"

Yang Jian's eyes have long since turned red when his enemies are in front of him. Who cares whether you are Lingxiao or not, whether you are arrogant or not?Now he has only one idea:
"Whoever stops me will die!"

He jumped forward with his body, slashing like a golden sword, and slammed into the crowd.

The four great gods, holding divine whips and golden maces, immediately surrounded him in the heart of Hai and launched weapons to fight him.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian relied on Xuan Gong to protect his body. He was indestructible and could not dodge at all.

Just trade injury for injury, life for life.

Such a ferocious fighting style immediately made the four great gods fearful and did not dare to fight head-on.

So ever.

Four of them fought against one, and they couldn't take it down for a long time. Instead, they were faintly suppressed.

Seeing this situation, the immortals were either frightened or surprised, with varying expressions.

The four great gods are the four spirits and four phases such as "Green Dragon, Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu".

He is usually responsible for guarding Lingxiao, and is the marshal who sits in the palace.

Unexpectedly, they couldn't even defeat Yang Jian.

Then how did Ao Bing win?

No one could answer.

In the battle circle,
Zhuque Lingguang Shenjun is the weakest, and when he encounters a fierce man like Yang Jian, he is the first to be unable to withstand it.

He was bullied and knocked into his arms by the opponent, and he punched open the middle door, causing him to fall into the sea of ​​clouds and roll down the divine steps.

The remaining gods were suppressed four to one, and now that there was one less person, it was even more difficult.

Within thirty or forty rounds, they were defeated one after another and suffered heavy blows.

Yang Jian took advantage of the situation and grabbed the magic whip, and went straight to the throne with great momentum.

Looking at God Haotian again, he still had a smile on his lips and was unfazed by favor or humiliation.

It seems that nothing can affect his state of mind.

Only when he saw the strong hatred in his eldest nephew's eyes, he became slightly complicated.

"Escort me, protect me quickly!!"

The immortals and gods had never encountered such a scene of assassinating the king and killing the driver before, and they panicked for a while.

Some stood in front of Haotian, while others rushed to Yang Jian's side.

Everyone who stood in front of Haotian was nervous; everyone who rushed to Yang Jian's side was terrified.

crucial moment.

Some people couldn't help but think of Ao Bing.

You caught the person.

You can't just ignore this critical moment and critical moment!
"The Third Prince of Donghai, where is the Third Prince of Donghai?"

in the crowd.

Ao Bing was eating melon in silence, watching the jokes of those generals.

What does it mean to not listen to good people and suffer the consequences before your eyes?
Don't look at what you just called Huan, now make a list.

Do you really think Yang Jian is some idiot who can be manipulated at will?

I also went through a lot of trouble at the beginning.

But he was still snickering in his heart, and he knew it very well at the same time.

After all, this is the Lingxiao Palace, and Yang Jian cannot be allowed to act recklessly.

Hearing the shouts, he immediately jumped up, rolled over and fell into the field.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, taking a golden mace into his palm.

Ao Bing's eyes were solemn, staring at Yang Jian who was a few steps away.

same.

When he saw the prince, he clenched his teeth and focused his eyes on the mountain ax hanging on his waist.

"Ao Bing, give me back the magic axe, and the grudge between us will be wiped out!"

"Third Prince, we can't return it. He is already so arrogant without an axe. If he gets the magic ax again, who can control it?"

But some gods were afraid that he would be bewitched, so they spoke nervously.

Ao Bing is naturally not that stupid.

He reached out to untie the mountain ax and threw it directly behind him.

An immortal took it in his hand and immediately presented it to God Haotian.

It's not that the prince doesn't want to use this thing, but that the mountain-opening ax has its own set of secret formulas.

If others don't know, they can't use it at all.

However, his behavior undoubtedly angered Yang Jian, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

"Ao Bing, you deserve to die!!"

　Belated update. Thanks to Azathoth, the God of Blindness and Stupidity, and Xing Qin Mingfeng Suo Zi Jin for his monthly ticket. I don’t know many words, so don’t blame me.

　　
　
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