Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 212 [The power of the God of War, the Yin Shang retreated]

"Pfft, pfft!"

The sound of four sharp weapons cutting through flesh was heard, and no one watching the battle noticed it, but in an instant, the fog that shrouded the battlefield slowly dissipated.

Jiang Ziya asked Yang Jiao worriedly, "Nephew, will Yang Jian be okay?"

This is actually what Jiang Ziya is most afraid of. He doesn't know the background of these three people, but Jiang Ziya knows that if something happens to Yang Jian under his command, the senior brother will be blamed and no one can stop him.

Yang Jiao smiled and said softly: "Don't worry, Master Jiang, it's over."

"it's over?"

Jiang Ziya was not as good as an Earth Immortal, so naturally he was unaware of the change in the battle situation, and stared blankly at the slowly dissipating fog.

After a few breaths, the fog dissipated and the situation could be seen.

"this!"

Jiang Ziya was stunned, and even everyone on the battlefield felt a little shocked.

In the mist, in the center of Yang Jian's treatment, there were no potholes in the surrounding land, but there was a crack cut by a sharp blade, which circled around Yang Jian.

Looking along the crack, we can see that the four generals of the Demon family were cut in half and fell to the ground. Perhaps it happened too fast, and they did not react at all. Their eyes were still full of joy, as if Yang Jian had just It seemed like he was going to die in front of them.

"Beat the drums and launch a general attack."

Jiang Ziya fell into a daze for a moment, and realized in an instant that the four generals of the Demon family had killed many Xiqi disciples in several battles, and one of the four generals of the Demon family died.

The morale of the Yin and Shang armies will definitely decline, and the Xiqi army can take advantage of the situation.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

"Attack! Kill."

Xiqi's army beat drums, and the sound shook the sky.

"Boom boom boom!"

"kill!"

The Yin and Shang army, under the command of Wen Zhong, beat drums and launched troops. Blood and flesh flew everywhere for a while, and countless corpses piled up into mountains.

This is war, life and death are all on the thin line.

"Second brother! Come back."

Yang Jiao saw Yang Jian rushing into the battlefield with red eyes. He felt anxious and rushed out to stop him.

"Brother, why are you stopping me?"

Yang Jian looked confused, looking at the blood gradually gathering in the battle, his fighting spirit unable to be suppressed.

"Don't forget what Master said, we can only take action if there are immortal-level beings in the Yin Shang army."

"Especially not against mortals."

Yang Jiao looked solemn and directly pulled Yang Jian away from the battlefield.

Being blown by the cold wind, Yang Jian calmed down a little, "Huh, I almost forgot what the master said."

"What you understand is the law of war, and this is normal."

Yang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Jian recovered.

"What I understand is the law of demons. Why don't I see it being affected? This means that your practice, senior brother, is not yet at your peak."

Nezha, with a proud look on his face, was lying on the hillside with his legs crossed and a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

Yang Jian glared at Nezha fiercely, but did not refute Nezha's words. As soon as he came to the battlefield, he was infected by the fighting spirit in the battlefield, and he couldn't suppress it.

Especially when the battle breaks out, the fighting spirit deep in his heart cannot be suppressed. As early as when they were going down the mountain, Zhang Yan had specially reminded them that they must not take action against mortals. Although the battle of the gods involves mortals, it is still a mortal war after all.

If you get involved, you will definitely suffer karma, which will be of no benefit to your practice.

"We can just wait and see. If there are immortals in the Yin Shang army who take action, we will take action."

Yang Jiao looked solemnly at the melee of hundreds of thousands of troops, with an unbearable look deep in his eyes. After more than two hundred years on the path to immortality, Yang Jiao has never forgotten that he is also a human race.

The battle between Xiqi and Chaoge was almost one-sided. After all, the death of the four generals of the Demon family had a great impact on the morale of the army.

Of course, there are not no cultivators among the Yin and Shang army, but as long as someone dares to take action, Yang Jiao and the others will do it immediately.

As for the entire Yin Shang army, except for the four generals of the Demon Family, who are all golden immortals, they are almost all immortals of heaven and earth. For the three of them, they only need to attack from a distance to solve the problem.

"Ming Jin retreats the troops."

Wen Zhong firmly grasped the armrests of the chariot with both hands, his expression changing. For the general, the most important thing to do is to observe the overall situation. Looking at the overall situation, Chaoge's army is obviously defeated by Xiqi's army. If he continues to fight, it is not necessary. There is no gain beyond the loss.

"call!"

When the horn blew, the Yin and Shang armies retreated back one after another. Some even thought it was not fast enough, abandoned their helmets and armor, and fled backwards.

Jiang Ziya was very satisfied, "Don't chase the poor invaders, beat the drums and withdraw the troops."

Although looking at the overall situation, Xiqi's army can be said to have won a great victory, there were also considerable losses. Under such circumstances, Jiang Ziya did not want to continue the fight.

In the Xiqi tent.

King Wen of Zhou Jichang toasted with a toast, "If the three immortals hadn't taken action this time, I, Xiqi, would have been in danger."

The three of them also raised the wine cauldron, "This doesn't have to be the case."

Jiang Ziya smiled slightly to the side and suddenly said: "Any merit will be rewarded, and any fault will be punished."

"Since the three nephews have contributed, they will naturally be rewarded."

Hearing this, Yang Jiao shook his head and said, "Uncle Jiang, you also know that we don't care about this."

"We went down the mountain just to fulfill our mission. When Xiqi defeats Yin Shang, we will go back to the mountain."

"Having said that, if you help Xiqi and defeat the Yin Shang army, you should be rewarded no matter what."

"Well, I think the three nephews would not look down on ordinary things, but as the saying goes, how about making the three nephews the vanguard generals?"

The three of them, Yang Jiao, looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Yang Jiao took the lead and said, "In this case, it would be better to obey orders than to be respectful."

In fact, being a vanguard general is just a false position. Xiqi is not the co-owner of the human race, so he will naturally not be blessed with luck.

However, if Xiqi really replaced Yin Shang, the general's calculus would be profound.

"You certainly did not disappoint me."

Zizhou Mansion, in the Baihua Pavilion.

Zhang Yan looked at the image in the water curtain and smiled slightly, since Yang Jiao and the others came down the mountain.

Zhang Yan paid a lot of attention, especially to the Xiqi Yin-Shang War. Zhang Yan used the magic of time and space to show the war before his eyes.

Zhang Yan noticed Yang Jiao's stability, Yang Jian's patience, and Nezha's immature behavior, but he was not unhappy at all.

People grow up in one incident. The three of them were brought back to Zizhou Mansion by Zhang Yan when they were young, and they don't know much about the grudges in the world.

"Now the Conferred God War is about to reach a fever pitch, so it's time for Jie Jiao to appear."

Zhang Yan looked up at the strong calamity energy rolling and surging in the sky, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "It's time to go down the mountain, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress them."

(End of this chapter)