The video connects all worlds, and the top ten Monkey Kings are counted at the beginning

In the photos taken by the heavens, the stocktaking of the East World is still going on.

The wedding of the eighth prince and Dingxiang came to an end amid bursts of lively laughter.

The guests dispersed, leaving only the family.

Without the Xiaotian dog, Yang Chi became a loner, but his internal organs were completely damaged, and he could not even stand up and walk.

Fortunately, Sanshengmu's family is not so cold-blooded as to disregard life and death.

Now that the rules of the sky have changed and the family is reunited, they will move back to Liujia Village.

Before leaving, they took Yang Jinlong with them, explaining to Yao Ji that she was a relative who had defected to Liu Yanchang.

Now Yang Chi looks downcast, with dirt all over his face, Yao Ji doesn't even recognize him.

A group of people arrived at Liujia Village, and Chen Xiang returned home in fine clothes. Their family fortune was much better than that of the members Chen Xiang envied at the beginning.

But these, of course, have nothing to do with Yang Chi.

He was arranged in the firewood house in the backyard, and only his servants took care of him every day.

Even sometimes I don't even bother to deliver meals, let alone take care of them.

As for Yang Po, because of his serious injury, he was lying in the firewood room every day, and it was difficult for him to even move.

He couldn't speak, and only opened his eyes, looking at the dilapidated eaves of the cramped firewood house.

The Three Virgins, Liu Yanchang's family, will basically not come over, and Yang Chi is almost like an item that has been forgotten in a corner.

Such a scene is chilling to see.

"It would be better to die by the ax in the first place."

"The majestic God of War of the Three Realms, Erlang is a holy and true monarch, why should he be so angry!"

"It's obviously a relative, but it's really irritating to live like a dependent!"

The heavens and the world couldn't be more sympathetic to Yang Zha's experience.

Because of the relationship between the previous two world inventories, everyone knows what Yang Zha did and what he did was for Chen Xiang and his sister.

But those people in the photo didn't know about it, they regarded Yang Zai as a heinous devil and abused him in various ways.

No one can stand it, even if they understand that San Shengmu and others don't know, they can't bear it.

"So ashamed of them!"

"Fortunately, the heavens have made an inventory, and now everything is revealed, let's see how they are so brave!"

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to the expressions of these people now. I really don't know what expressions they will have when they see this."

"Mr. Chu's inventory is still the truth in the world. These heartless people count one by one, and they should all be killed!"

At this point in the plot, people still don't know what will happen in the follow-up, thinking that the heavens have taken stock and exposed all this, and they are looking forward to the expressions of the parties involved.

But the heavens and the worlds are not interconnected, and they have no way of knowing how the people related to it will react in the world they are taking stock of.

In fact, long before this stocktaking started, the people in it were already very uncomfortable.

Life grows and hates water, Changdong World, Huashan Notre Dame Temple.

"Second Brother, it will be your birthday in a while, and I have learned a new dish, so I must try it out." In front of a bamboo house behind the Temple of the Holy Mother, the third Holy Mother said to herself in a trance.

After a while, he said proudly: "I remember that you always said that my cooking was unpalatable, but now I am different. I occasionally cook some food for the mortals who come to worship. They take it seriously and don't care about it." I'm willing to eat it in one bite."

"Wake up quickly, and then you will be able to taste it yourself..."

San ShengMu spoke on her own, unknowingly, tears rolled down her eyes.

She is the honorable Three Holy Mother, who has countless affairs and invitations from the immortals of the Three Realms every day.

But every day, she would come here alone to sit down and say something from her heart.

Gein, in the bamboo house that no one in the Three Realms can open except Chen Xiang, lies the unconscious second brother.

After the Battle of Huashan, Yang Chi was so weak that Chen Xiang forcibly captured his soul with all his divine power, and raised him in the house built by the ten-thousand-year-old spirit bamboo.

Yang Zai, who is in retreat, only wakes up one day a year, and that day is the day San Shengmu looks forward to the most.

"Since your retreat last year, Chen Xiang has solved several cases, even the Jade Emperor praised him."

"Chen Xiang is doing well now, and he is getting more and more stable in the position of the judicial god. When you really wake up, you will be surprised."

"That's right, because of helping to cure the flood in the middle of the year, the incense in the Temple of the Holy Mother is getting more and more prosperous. My sister is now more powerful than your second brother!"

Weeping silently, San ShengMu was like a child, recounting everything that happened in the past year.

It's just that one year is too short, and there are only so many things that can happen, and as we talk, all that can be said will be finished.

She suddenly panicked and panicked.

"No, second brother, you can't just listen to me, you have to see it with your own eyes!"

She suddenly seemed to lose her mind, got up and rushed to the bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house was locked with both hands, and the magic power in the hands was circulating, and he wanted to push it open.

It's a pity that before she could exert any force, there was a mysterious formation on the bamboo gate, and a huge force pushed her out of the range of several steps.

Seeming to have known the result long ago, the San Shengmu who was pushed away did not move anymore.

The frenzy in his eyes gradually disappeared, and in the end, only endless disappointment remained.

A sneer came from the Judicial Heavenly Temple above the nine heavens.

"Crying in front of the bamboo house, can it really give you some comfort...?"

Chen Xiang, who came back from Lingxiao Temple, sat on the throne of the Judicial God. When he took off the blindfold, his right eye glowed gray and white, and his intact left eye was full of sarcasm.

What he said in his mouth was his biological mother.

"Chen Xiang, should we go down to the realm to see mother?"

On the side, a gentle voice called Chen Xiang, who had vision of the Three Realms, and asked worriedly.

Chen Xiang shook her head and smiled softly: "Let them continue to indulge in the fantasy they constructed, all the truth that should come will always come.

As he spoke, he looked at the photo playing above his head.

The pictures in it uncovered the scars of everyone who tried to escape, and it will inevitably add a new layer of wounds to their bodies.

Hearing Chen Xiang's words, Xiaoyu hesitated to speak.

People's emotions will always change, and what they insist on will also change with the changes of affairs.

Back then when everyone was trapped in Fuxi Shuijing, my uncle put all his strength into it and was willing to break through with death.

Now, he has become the source of power to clear away all hidden dangers for the Three Realms under the Conferred God Stage, and there is no trace of him in this world anymore.

The person in the bamboo house who was loved by his mother, by Nezha, and by the Meishan brothers is just an illusion that Chen Xiang transformed with a golden lock.

And this matter, only she, Chen Xiang, and the existence sitting on the dragon chair watching the Three Realms know about it.

Chen Xiang witnessed his uncle's death and turned into an illusion to heal the pain of the remaining people and to give them motivation to continue.

But now, Chen Xiang seems a little tired.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?"

Chen Xiang muttered to himself, a voice sounded in his heart.

That was just before going to the palace, the Jade Emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and he made an unquestionable decision:

"Your uncle went to the heavens for an inventory. Today, all the truth will be revealed. I have decided to rectify your uncle's name. Zhenzhen is innocent in the three realms. I will still need your assistance."

The Jade Emperor, sitting high on the dragon chair, announced his plan in a majestic manner.

In other words, he wanted to tell the world that Yang Zha's feat of dedicating himself to the Conferred God Stage for Qingping of the Three Realms.

At that time, the Jade Emperor's expression was quite playful.

As if laughing at Chen Xiang: "You think you can make up for everything by not letting others know the truth and bearing the original sin yourself. I want to see, when the truth comes out, whether they can still live with themselves as before."

That lively gaze, like an outsider who has no karma, is looking forward to a big drama that is about to be staged.

For some reason, Chen Xiang suddenly sympathized with his mother, Nezha, Brother Meishan and others.

Meishan Cave House.

Boss Kang raised his eyes and looked from afar. There were no tears in the eyes of the elderly, but there were countless apologies.

"Second Master, brothers are worthy of heaven and earth, but only you are ashamed."

He muttered to himself, his shoulders trembling slightly.

In the underworld, where evil spirits are suppressed, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted scriptures with frowned eyes.

He sat down and prostrated a divine dragon, his eyes fixed on the pictures of the heavens opened in front of him.

Gazing at the frail figure in the picture, there seemed to be a smile flowing on her dragon head.

"There are two moons in the sky right now."

After a while, Shenlong spit out human words, but his sadness was uncontrollable.

The four princesses of the Dragon Palace voluntarily sacrificed their lives to become the guardian dragon of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva since they came out of the formation set up by Fuxi Water Mirror.

The weak body of the dragon, protected only by Mani beads, rushed to the human world several times in early spring and went to Mount Hua

It's just that now, even breaking through the ground can't be done.

Once on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a girl pestered Chang'e with alcohol and asked her if there were two moons in the sky

"If there are two moons, which one will he look at every time he looks at the moon?"

In the photos taken by the heavens, the inventory is still going on.

Yang Po spent his days wasted under the cold eyes of San ShengMu's family.

Three years passed quickly, and in the past three years, only a few people came to Yang Zha's door.

Even the servants who are in charge of taking care of her are becoming more and more perfunctory.

Occasionally, the gods who visited Sanshengmu came over, always pointing at Yang Lu, and saying those yin and yang strange words.

After a long time, Yang Lu got used to it.

In the past three years, Yang Po had also tried to condense his true energy, but his body was already damaged, and there was little hope of recovery.

After all, Yao Ji discovered Yang Lu's identity and knew that this was her son, but she didn't have the courage to meet him.

I stepped outside the door several times, but never entered.

Whenever this happens, Yang Chi's voice will ring out:

"How should I face her?"

Yang asked himself, with a complicated look on his face.

At this time, a conversation sounded outside:

"Mother, it's late at night. You've been out for so long, be careful of catching a cold."

"How about I go in with you and have a look at Er... to see him?"

Yang Po listened attentively, and it was the voice of the Holy Mother.

"Don't go in, he hurt you so deeply, I don't want to see this evil son again!"

After the words fell, the voice gradually faded away.

Inside the room, Yang Po's face turned pale, but his internal breath rushed back, and finally recovered a trace of mana, and got out of control.

The huge pain made his face pale, but Yang Piao didn't care about it, a few tears fell quietly on his cheeks.

"Thousands of years, I thought I had forgotten the taste of crying. But, what right do I have to cry? Sinister. In the eyes of my mother, I am still the one who killed my father and elder brother!"

He sighed, and the picture in the picture turned, and he entered the memory.

"Snapped!"

It was a crisp slap.

Accompanied by Yao Ji's sharp scolding voice: "I told you not to use your natural magic power!"

"I can't watch my sister fall off the cliff..." Yang Chi responded weakly. At that time, he was still a handsome young man.

"But you killed the whole family. You killed your father, your eldest brother, and the pain I suffered from not seeing the sun for thousands of years. It is your magic power that attracted the heavenly soldiers who hunted me down!"