Journey to the West: Three Thousand Entries, My Disciple Becomes a Saint and I Prove the Way

Nanji Xianweng's cultivation of the peak of Quasi-Sage was running to the extreme, and the spiritual treasure Five Fire Seven Feather Fan in his hand shone brightly.

As he thought, another defensive spiritual treasure appeared on his body.

While retreating suddenly, he stared at the Dharma image of the strange beast condensed by Yang Chan.

"Nanji Xianweng, take it."

Yang Chan was ecstatic. He had never used the Dharma image attack that he had comprehended from the Heaven-Swallowing Art on anyone.

Nanji Xianweng was still the first lucky one.

The Dharma image of the strange beast opened its mouth, as if it could swallow the sky.

Hiss! ! !

Nanji Xianweng took a breath and was extremely shocked.

It was really terrifying.

He could not imagine that Yang Chan, a human woman with a very weak foundation and talent, could condense this incredible Dharma image.

For a moment, it made people feel unrealistic.

It was as if the power of this Dharma image would swallow the world if it was further strengthened.

"Yang Chan, today's humiliation."

"I will pay you back one day."

The South Pole Immortal retreated suddenly. After losing a very strong defensive magic treasure and several cracks on his most useful Five Fire Seven Feathers Fan, he barely managed to escape.

"Tsk, the way to become a saint by beheading corpses is just like this."

Yang Chan curled her lips, put away the Precious Lotus Lantern, and returned to Huashan.

On the other hand, the South Pole Immortal looked back while running away.

Fearing that Yang Chan would catch up with him.

"Hmph..."

Seeing that there was no trace of Yang Chan behind him, he slowed down.

His face was ferocious and extremely angry.

A roar of anger sounded in the Ninth Heaven.

"Ahhh..."

"Yang Chan, today's humiliation, I will pay you back a hundredfold one day."

When have you ever encountered someone who was beaten and ran away with his head in his hands?

After the nervous and fearful look of Yang Chan's pursuit was relieved, he immediately sent a message to the Jade Emperor Haotian.

I went to Kunlun Mountain.

Tongming Palace.

Haotian frowned, wondering why Nanji Xianweng hadn't returned yet.

With his peak quasi-saint cultivation, no matter how strong Yang Chan was, she could only be comparable to Daluo Jinxian at most.

It was impossible that even the peak quasi-saint cultivation was inferior to her.

That's right, this kind of thing would never happen.

However, Haotian's thoughts had just come up.

The voice of Nanji Xianweng sounded.

"Jade Emperor, Yang Chan's strength is comparable to that of a quasi-saint, and the Precious Lotus Lantern has also become a congenital merit spiritual treasure."

"Don't provoke her for the time being."

"Wait until I report to my master and then make a decision."

As soon as the voice fell, the four heavenly kings, Mo Liqing, Mo Lihai, Mo Lihong, and Mo Lishou, retreated several steps.

The face of the Tower-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing suddenly changed.

Haotian Jade Emperor stood up in shock, his face full of disbelief.

But this sound was passed down by the South Pole Immortal, how could it be false?

Especially the sentence that the Lotus Lantern has become a congenital spiritual treasure of merit, which is shocking.

As we all know, merit is very precious and extremely difficult to obtain.

Who would be so stupid as to inject the hard-to-obtain merit into the congenital spiritual treasure.

The congenital spiritual treasure has existed since the beginning of chaos.

The power is already infinite.

Who would inject merit into it again to turn it into a congenital spiritual treasure of merit.

Either the person is extremely stupid, or the person who injects merit into the congenital spiritual treasure does not value merit at all.

"Jade Emperor, Jade Emperor."

Seeing Haotian's face changing constantly, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, shouted hurriedly.

"Li Jing, what's the matter?"

Haotian came back to his senses and seemed to drag his tired body back to his seat.

"Jade Emperor, if there is nothing else, we will withdraw first."

Li Jing didn't want to shout, but it didn't feel good to stay here at this time.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan have a very special relationship with the Jade Emperor.

Now that he has become like this, he thinks it is better to withdraw.

In order to avoid the anger of the Jade Emperor from burning on him.

As for whether it is necessary to remind the Jade Emperor that Yang Chan is still to be captured, only a fool would mention it at this time.

"Withdraw."

Haotian stared at Tiantian Tianqing Li Jing for a few breaths before waving his hand helplessly.

"Yes, Jade Emperor."

Li Jing was secretly happy, pretending to be unimpressed on the surface, and lowered his head to exit the Tongming Hall.

Zhengzhang Tianwang Mo Liqing's eyes turned and noticed what Li Jing said.

He said 'ministers and others', not just himself.

His brain turned quickly, and when Li Jing was about to walk out of the Tongming Hall.

He hurriedly greeted Mo Lihong, Mo Lihai, and Mo Lishou.

After a while.

Only Haotian Jade Emperor was left in the Tongming Hall.

He immediately roared and roared furiously.

"Yang Jian, Yang Chan, you two are very good siblings."

"You must be hard on me, right?"

"Don't think you can compete with me just because you have the strength of a quasi-saint."

Hao Tian muttered to himself, his tone full of anger.

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The four heavenly kings, Mo Liqing, Mo Lihai, Mo Lihong, Mo Lishou, and the tower-holding heavenly king Li Jing, have returned to their respectiveThe mansion of the Heavenly Palace.

"Brother, Yang Jian's breakthrough to the quasi-saint level is fine."

"Why can Yang Chan also have the strength of a quasi-saint."

Mo Lihai was very puzzled.

It's not that he doesn't know Yang Chan's qualifications.

Although she was born from the intercourse between Yao Ji and a mortal, and her blood contains divine power.

But it can't erase the fact that she is a post-natal human race.

What's more, how can she have the strength of a quasi-saint without inheritance.

Yang Jian is a disciple of the saintly lineage after all, and has the cultivation method passed down by Jade Ding Zhenren.

"Humph, I don't know what kind of shit luck Yang Chan got."

Mo Liqing envied, jealous, and hated.

I thought Haotian captured Yang Chan and controlled Yang Jian's lifeblood.

They could be arrogant in front of him.

To avenge the hatred of cutting off his flesh body at Guanjiangkou.

Yang Chan's cultivation is already a quasi-saint, so Yang Jian has no lifeblood.

Then who can do anything to him.

Let’s not talk about the fact that the saints of the Three Realms cannot show their sainthood, even if they can.

Will the saints personally take action for this?

“That’s right, if this shit luck falls on us brothers, we can also prove the cultivation of quasi-saints.”

Mo Lihai echoed.

Although there is nothing wrong with what he said, Mo Liqing always feels weird.

Huashan, halfway up the mountain.

Lin Fan was lying on the armchair, Bai Ling massaged his shoulders and put the spiritual fruit into his mouth.

“Master, the Nanji Immortal Weng who has the cultivation of the peak of quasi-saint is not that good.”

Yang Chan poured herself a cup of spiritual tea, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile.

“I just tested the power of the Qi Swallowing the World Dharma.”

“He was scared away.”

She continued to pour the second cup and tasted it slowly.

"Sister, what Master taught us are all the great ways. How can the Nanji Immortal Master compare to that?"

"When he saw us, he would just run away like a mouse seeing a cat."

Bai Ling said.

"That's right."

"It's a pity that such a good training target is gone."

If she had known this, she should not have used this trick first.

However, Nanji Immortal Master was too timid.

I clearly remember that I didn't show any murderous intent.

How could I scare Nanji Immortal Master away?

It's really embarrassing for the saint.

"Hehe, Master, this unexpected guest was finally welcomed away by my enthusiasm."

After drinking the spiritual tea, Yang Chan quietly stood beside Bai Ling and took over her other hand.

Picked the spiritual fruit from the plate and put it into Lin Fan's mouth.