With the sound of the voice, a youth in a green shirt strode from the void.

As the breeze blew his face, the young man's black hair fluttered, and while walking, Heaven and Earth retreated in terror, and there were even more elusive rules, which roared and trembled under his feet.

This is……

This scene was so shocking.

Yang Jian took a few breaths in a row, still unable to calm down the shock in his heart.

As a disciple of Chanjiao, he has also met the supreme saint, but even the saint is not as terrifying as the vision around the young man in front of him.

Is this even the rules of heaven and earth, should we respect it?

"Yang Jian, the third-generation disciple of Chanjiao Yuanshi Tianzun's sect, has seen the Taoist master, but he doesn't know what the master is doing. What does it mean?"

Yang Jian found that his body could move, and immediately bowed down, his attitude and tone were extremely respectful.

However, he is not stupid, he will mention Saint 447 when he speaks, just because he is afraid that the young man in the shirt will not be kind to him.

Li Zhenwu put his hands on his back, looked down at Yang Jian lightly, and showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You want to use Yuanshi Tianzun to threaten this seat?" He looked indifferent and suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and he quickly lowered his head: "I don't dare."

"I don't dare to forgive you!"

Li Zhenwu nodded, raised his finger to the fence next to the courtyard, and said, "That's a vegetable garden. If you can make a good harvest of radishes in the vegetable garden, this seat will give you freedom."

On the fence, there was a basket of radish seeds and a hoe.

Seeing this, Yang Jian thought to himself, isn't it easy?

As a master of the teachings, let alone planting radishes, even planting elixir is not difficult at all.

"The kid doesn't dare to resist, but he doesn't know the long name. Where is Xianshan? What does this punishment to the kid mean?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and asked, "Even if the kid offends the Taoist priest, he hopes to understand his own sins."

After half a sound, a sigh came.

"This seat is Li Zhenwu. You have committed a taboo of the human race and contributed to the arrogance of civil unrest. Of course, you must be punished."

After speaking, the figure of the youth in the green shirt drifted away in the wind, but disappeared.

Chapter [-] The battle before the customs! (Second more)

The backyard of the martial arts hall is a world of its own, which ordinary mortals and some immortals cannot perceive.

Even Daji, even if he passed by, couldn't see that there was a vegetable garden there.

Of course, Yang Jian in the vegetable garden could not see Daji either.

It is as if the entire martial arts hall, including the backyard, with different people and different spatial locations, are all on different timelines, and there will never be any intersection.

In the vegetable garden, Yang Jian carried a hoe, stepped on the mud with bare feet, and kept breathing heavily.

"I think I was under the sect of Chan Sect, and I thought I could prosper the human race, but in the end, it was just a tool for sectarian disputes." He sighed and continued to work.

Here, Yang Jian's cultivation disappeared, and he was equivalent to a mortal.

Even worse than mortals, because there are inexplicable rules suppressing it, it is very difficult to act.

"The Holy Father is merciful, he didn't put me on the list of gods, he just asked me to plant radishes, so as to eliminate the cause and effect in my body."

Now, Yang Jian finally understood.

The battle for conferring gods is the catastrophe of the immortals, and it is just a chess piece of the world's human race as a tool for that struggle.

……

Chentangguan, Li's residence.

In the middle of the night, the mansion gathered all the civil and military ministers of the Western Zhou Dynasty, as well as several Taoists who explained the teachings.

All of them looked anxious, and their eyes were erratic, as if they had encountered something terrifying.

"Prime Minister, is General Yang Jian..."

Zhou Wenwang Ji Chang couldn't help it, but he was hesitant to speak, so he was entangled.

Originally, the crowd gathered to wait for Yang Jian's good disappearance to return.

But now, let alone the news, no one has even seen it. If it hadn't been for the people on the city wall during the day, they would have thought that there was no such person in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"It's not good. Junior nephew Yang Jian hasn't returned for a long time. Could it be that there is something wrong?" Jiang Ziya said in distress, and asked him that he didn't know. Under the chaos of heaven, it was difficult for everyone present to figure out the cause and effect.

"Hey, senior brother, I was careless. It seems that the army of Wen Zhong must have a wonderful method. Otherwise, it is impossible to see through the transformation of Yang Jian's nephew." Huang Longzhen was also speechless.

The disappearance of a three-generation disciple is nothing to the interpreter of the family's great cause.

But under the leadership of Master Huang Long, he even let the disciple disappear for no reason, but it made him embarrassed in the future.

"Everyone, tell me, what should be the battle of tomorrow?"

Seeing that the masters of the teachings were all frowning, King Wen of Zhou couldn't sit still, thinking that you were so arrogant at the beginning, but now you look like this, it really makes people lose confidence.

"Tomorrow, we will act carefully, and don't let their tricks be used. As long as we don't make mistakes, and with Chentangguan as the line of defense, there is nothing that can be done by the army."

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