Not far from the man, a handsome little man with beautiful eyebrows stood there with a nervous expression, not knowing where to put his hands and feet, looking very cramped.

"Venerable Master, that, that...... ......"Yang Jian wanted to pretend to be panicked and shout out his lines, but the popular male star who can naturally control acting at ordinary times failed to play his normal level at this time.

Because the audience is so uncooperative.

The otaku girl in his imagination should be dressed in fluttering clothes, and before appearing, paper cranes or flower petals fluttering in the sky, and then people come before they make a sound, and the whole valley recalls the arrogant laughter of the female devil, and declares war on the first ten halls of Hades.

In fact, it was a middle-aged woman who was dressed plainly and looked good, and she couldn't be more ordinary. She wears a tracksuit, a pair of sneakers, a black backpack, and a cap. Walking to the top of the mountain, she sat on the ground and took out a bottle of iced tea from her bag. Seeing Yang Jian beside him, he handed him a bottle.

If Yang Jian hadn't personally gone to the mortal world to kill people, it would have been impossible to recognize the person in front of him, who was the legendary female demon who caused the battle of the gods to cause the altar to fall.

"Alright, I'll just watch for a while. When it's over, I'll go. The woman turned her neck, as if to relieve the discomfort in her neck.

Yang Jian's body trembled slightly. He used to do something to Baotuo, who was reincarnated as an otaku girl, and he pinched the back of his neck. The dead soul will have varying degrees of obsession with the cause of death. Although the soul of the other party's otaku awakens, it doesn't mean that you will ignore the things you have experienced in this life.

Yang Jian suddenly realized that it was actually more dangerous for him to do this than those people standing on the sports field. Although it is possible, it does not take much effort. But if you're not careful, you can lose your life.

For a while, sweating.

As the red pillar of light slowly faded until it disappeared, the woman finally stood up from the ground, patted her sweatpants, and zipped up her backpack, as if ready to leave.

"Venerable Master, where are you going?" Only then did Yang Jian remember his task. I was originally going to act in a play, but as a result, I was suppressed by people's momentum as soon as I came up. Now he doesn't even have to pretend, so he can only give up face to see if the otaku will accept his surrender.

"Go home." The woman pouted in the direction of the sports field: "Someone fights for me, I'm fine." ”

The corners of Yang Jian's eyes twitched. It's terrible, if the otaku girl didn't hit the heavenly realm today, it didn't matter if the first ten halls and the prison painting were there, but he would be punished by the Heavenly Dao. But tobe is still notbe, he hasn't thought about it yet.

Seeing this, the woman looked at Yang Jian with a smile, with a look of banter on her face, and asked, "Where do you think I should go?" ”

Yang Jian knew that he had been tricked, and his face immediately turned red. He wanted to point to the top of his head, but he was too nervous, or rather, he was still hesitating whether he wanted to be a lost dog, so he didn't do anything.

The woman smiled and threw the backpack to Yang Jian.

"Take it for me. There's something important to me in it. Take me to the heavenly realm. ”

Yang Jian followed the backpack that was not too heavy, with a complicated expression. Originally, I wanted to act in a play. Lying to otaku and deceiving heaven can be regarded as deceiving yourself. So he felt like he could take it for granted. But when the acting was unsuccessful, he found that he couldn't do such a thing.

"What? Don't want to? The woman asked.

Yang Jian nodded.

The woman pointed to the backpack in his arms and said, "Open this bag and try it." ”

Yang Jian obediently unzipped his backpack like an obedient student facing the head teacher. I reached in and touched it, and I found a plastic bag.

He pulled hard, almost not being scared to death by what was in his hand. But probably out of instinctive desire to survive, he didn't throw it out, but stuffed the plastic bag back into his backpack.

In the bag, there was a human head. That face was exactly the same as the woman in front of her.

"How? I deliberately stayed as a memento. The cut is good and the wound is rounded. ”

Uh, I was praised.

"You're really not going to show me the way?" She asked.

Yang Jian always felt that in the face of the otaku, he had a kind of embarrassment of being seen through his mind. His intuition told him that the otaku girl's words did not mean to threaten him, and his attitude was more inclined to be kind to others.

He didn't nod his head, he didn't shake his head.

"Okay, I see." The otaku seemed to understand whether to wait for his answer or not, and quickly came to her own conclusions. Then, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye.

Yang Jian instantly lost the ability to control his body, but his body did not fall.

The otaku girl stepped forward, patted Yang Jian's shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I coerced you." Now, you can lead the way. ”

Yang Jian's body began to lead the way uncontrollably, but in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it's a human or an immortal, who doesn't have some feelings and perseverance? But when these feelings and the cornerstones of perseverance are rancid, let you destroy it with your own hands, there is always a trace of traitor's guilt. But if it is coerced, there is a justifiable reason. Look, you are innocent, you are being used, you can only do this at the time, or else?

In fact, when you think you didn't make a choice, you actually made a choice.

The gate of the heavenly realm can only be opened by the immortals. Otherwise, no one can go up. Of course, if the otaku girl doesn't have Yang Jian's help, she can also go in. It's just that it's hard to say what else can be done in the future. The Celestial Realm is doing so-so, defensively, and absolutely top-notch.

Yang Jian's main task today is to use his Heavenly Immortal bloodline to open the Gate of the Heavenly Realm. The heavenly realm must not have thought that he used it as a pawn for white gloves to deal with the otaku, but it was the key for the otaku to open the door of the heavenly realm.

On the side of the stadium, this moment has been quiet. No one spoke in the entire empty sports field, and the birds, flying insects, rats, and so on within a radius of hundreds of miles were all affected by the battle just now, and lost their voices.

The sky is blue and the sun is white, and everything is silent.

Spooky enough.

Prison Painting and Xue Yan stood face to face, feeling the changes in their bodies while looking at each other.

Xue Yan changed.

Before the war, the prison painting also took a special look at him. maintained a gentle and harmless expression on his face, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and a little faint blue in his short black hair, it seemed that there was a kind of purity of Mo Shanggongzi Yu Wushuang.

However, after a battle, Xue Yan's shirt was broken, there were locks of red in his black hair, and his red eyes finally returned to normal, but the evil nature in his eyes and the domineering coercion on his body made his whole temperament have a strong contrast with before.

Unseal and take off the mask, this is what he really looks like.

However, in his heart, he could understand Xue Yan's changes. The power that flourished from the inside out was hard to quell. If you are not careful, you will be domineering and leaky, where is it so easy to do surface work?

I seem to be in this situation now...... However, what is the situation now? Xue Yan, did he become a god, or did he go mad and enter the demon path?

The prison painting turned his head and looked at the green soul outside the sports field.

Qing Soul's expression was very shocked.

It's over, it must not be a good thing.

"Xue, Xue, Old Xue?" King Qin Guang stammered, and he didn't squeeze out words for a long time.

King Taishan also failed to maintain his calm demeanor at this time, and stumbled over, looking at Xue Yan from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

"Let's not ask why your daughter-in-law is here, you tell us first, what's wrong with you?" King Qin Guang's words will be Mount Tai in time

The king was about to ask the words and went back.

Prison painting breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't know how to explain this question to others. Fortunately, now these nine have been injured to varying degrees, and they have done their duty, so they should not be involved in this matter again.

Xue Yan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing, it's probably a realm of flying up." It's not that you don't know that I've been stuck for so many years, and it's normal to go up a little. ”

King Taishan refused to accept this statement, looked Xue Yan up and down again, and said: "Lao Qin has also soared, and the brothers have made some progress, why don't you see someone like you?" The way you look now is really weird, and it's not a god realm, but the strength and coercion are outrageously strong. To say that you are a demon......"

His words made the faces of everyone present change.

"Become a demon?" Xue Yan pointed at himself and said with a smile: "Do you look at me like a demon?" ”

The other nine people didn't speak, but secretly they were all using their divine sense to explore the state of Xue Yan's body. As a result, not a single one understood.

"Old Xue, your state is a little strange. Immortals ascended, why can't they become like this? It's good that there has indeed been a qualitative leap in strength, but what is it in your body that is scurrying around? I feel like it's evil. The king of Yama tried to touch the coercion that had been accidentally scattered outside. But he didn't see the hot red in the coercion.

Fingers, immediately burned. He immediately retracted his hand and looked at Xue Yan in dismay.

The prison painting wanted to remind him that it was really inappropriate for him to use that dark face to make such an innocent expression of a frightened fawn.

"Hurt you? I'm sorry. Xue Yan apologized. If it was in the past, it would definitely make people feel the sincerity of his words. Just looking at his evil face at this time, no matter what, it gives people a taste of provocation.

King Yama snorted coldly and stood aside with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, the prison painting felt harmonious. Sure enough, his face was still more suitable for a little anger.

was so stirred up by King Yama, and everyone stopped dwelling on the topic of what happened to Xue Yan. Naturally, the conversation shifted to prison painting.

"Xue Yan, why is your daughter-in-law here?" King Tarzan finally raised this question. Although the moment the battle ended, he saw the otaku girl break the formation and fly away from the scene under their attack, but he always felt that something was strange.

As for what is weird, he can't say. But now when I see the prison painting, I always have the feeling of just looking at the otaku.

"I asked her to help, and when I saw an opportunity, I would help. In the end, she forced the otaku away, and she also had some credit. Xue Yan explained. These words were originally very serious, but now Xue Yan said it, how strange it sounded, there was a feeling that a bad child was forced to study by the head teacher.

Not at all distracted.

Of course, several other people were still very cooperative and made a look of sudden realization, and then exchanged a few polite words with the prison painting, which was regarded as a compliment.

"Why do I think my sister-in-law seems to be a little weird today?" The king of the city has always been more jumpy, and when everyone else was not too embarrassed to stare at the prison painting, he looked at the prison painting in a daze for a long time.

"Wong Tai Sin, don't look at insolence!" King Chu Jiang, an upright boy, blocked the observation of the city king in a timely manner, and at the same time resonated with several others.

"Who is Wong Tai Sin? How can that thing compare to the king's thoughts? The king of the city crossed his arms and muttered unconvinced: "A bunch of old antiques! ”

The topic was terminated. However, everyone silently looked at the prison painting quietly.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's shocking to see it. Among the forces flowing through the prison painting's body, there are also two forces alternating. One of them was actually the same as the one in Xue Yan's body.

What happened to this couple?