Xiyue, Huashan.

The terrain is steep and extremely dangerous.

Different from the majesty of Mount Tai, the terrain of Mount Hua, the key is in a dangerous word, people who climb this mountain, a little careless, will be smashed to pieces.

Since the three virgins Yang Chan was canonized in Huashan and blessed the people, in just a few hundred years, there have been many temples dedicated to her on Huashan.

The cigarette smoke is swirling, the clouds and mist are ethereal, showing the style of a fairy blessed land.

On the top of Mount Hua, Yang Chan opened up a fairyland with her own mana, and countless pink peach blossoms were planted in it.

Yang Chan likes peach blossoms, just like her.

Living in a splendid landscape, building a few wooden houses, living an idyllic life every day, if some pilgrims come to offer incense, they will come forward to deal with one or two.

On this day, the weather was bright, the golden sun was shining down, illuminating the entire fairyland, Nuwa Niangniang's disciple, the Jade Emperor's niece - Yang Chan was sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, meditating and practicing qi.

The thatched futon, the simple furnishings, and the crystal clear Baolian lamp were placed on one side.

Even if it was not urged by the master's mana, the Baolian lantern, which took the shape of lotus petals, still glowed with a faint light, blending with his master's breath and helping Yang Chan to cultivate.

Dignified and beautiful, Yang Chan, who took off the coarse cloth clothes of a former mortal woman and put on a wide palace skirt, is more charming than back then.

At this time, she can be called a real goddess!

I don't know how long it has been, Yang Chan suddenly heard the sound of her clothes breaking through the air, waking her up from her confusion.

Syllable!

Just opened a pair of eyes that were a little brighter than the gem, Yang Chan grabbed the Baolian lamp placed on the side in her hand with her backhand.

The figure flashed and came out of the wooden house, looking wary.

In front of the wooden house, there is a round table, which is where Yang Chan watches the stars every day, and if Fairy Chang'e, the four princesses of the East China Sea, and the Hundred Flowers Fairy and others come, they will also sit here with her.

However, at this moment, in front of the stone table belonging to Yang Chan, there was an extra white figure.

Dressed in plain clothes, her long hair stood up with a silver crown, and under the blowing of the breeze, she swayed gently, and a white and slender finger poked out, and a little in the void, the pink petals fell into the palm.

"It's you!" Seeing the person in front of her clearly, Yang Chan's expression was complicated and surprised.

"Girl," Ming Xiaoyang turned his back to Yang Chan, but there was an eye on the back of his head, "You don't need to be so vigilant, right?" ”

"I have turned on all the Baolian lanterns, could it be that I am planning to fight with my uncle?"

"Uncle?" Hearing Ming Xiaoyang's self-proclaimedness, Yang Chan Yin Tao twitched a little, "You are not much older than me, what kind of uncle is it?" ”

After becoming an immortal, Yang Chan's concept was assimilated by the immortals, and she knew that the person standing in front of her was only about a hundred years older than her.

For the immortal family, there is no difference between being one or two years older.

"Yes." Ming Xiaoyang turned around and looked at Yang Chan thoughtfully, "Just call me a brother." ”

Saying this, Ming Xiaoyang stretched out two fingers and pinched her white cheeks before Yang Chan could react.

"Unconsciously, the little girl who ran around behind the eldest brother and second brother has now grown up."

"Alas, it looks like I'm getting old too!"

"Brother Ming." was pinched by Ming Xiaoyang's cheek, as if she was still the little girl, Yang Chan almost threw out the Baolian lamp in her hand.

Rao is like this, and her eyes when she looks at Ming Xiaoyang have become unkind.

In his tone, a little anger swelled up.

"Good, good, good." Ming Xiaoyang retracted his fingers, "The little girl has also grown up, so I can't treat you like this." ”

"Don't call me a little girl!" Yang Chan's eyes were cold, and she gritted her teeth.

"What's that calling you?" Ming Xiaoyang innocently spread out his hands, "Call you the Three Holy Mother, it's too raw, call you Chan'er, it's too intimate." ”

Won't you call me by name?

This is Yang Chan's heartfelt roar!

"That's right." Under Yang Chan's murderous gaze, Ming Xiaoyang suddenly realized, "Just call you Yang Chan." ”

"Not far, not close, just right!"

"Humph!" Yang Chan's face was not good, and she snorted coldly.

"Brother Ming, what are you doing here? If it's just to entangle the title, then now that the title has been changed, you can please. ”

After speaking, Yang Chan simply stretched out a hand and made a "please" gesture to Ming Xiaoyang.

"Don't get me wrong." Ming Xiaoyang is so thick-skinned that few people can match him, "Ben Zhenjun came here just to visit you." ”

"No matter what, you and Ben Zhenjun are also old friends." Speaking of this, seeing that Yang Chan's expression was not good-looking, Ming Xiaoyang added, "I've been here for so long, and you don't even let me sit and don't invite you for a cup of tea, is this like a word?" ”

Belch?

Yang Chan then remembered this stubble, after all, the person in front of her was kind to her brother and sister, how could she treat it with such an attitude.

At that moment, the jade hand reached out and made a gesture of invitation to Ming Xiaoyang, motioning for him to come in and sit down.

"Is that right?" Mingxiao was cheeky, made an uninvited guest here with Yang Chan, and stepped into the wooden house.

Who the hell is this? Yang Chan, who was a few steps behind, heard this, and became more and more crying and laughing, not knowing how to evaluate this uninvited villain.

The mind turned, and the good upbringing made Yang Chan unable to continue to drive people away, so she could only enter the house with the other party.

………………

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Under the city of Xiqi, blood rained down.

The army of Yin Shang, which represents orthodoxy, and the army of Xiqi, an emerging force, fought each other, and the two sides together were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses fighting together.

The terrifying murderous aura surged and condensed on the heavenly dome, turning into a dark cloud that could not be dispersed.

The Yin Shang army, under the leadership of Taishi-Wen Zhong, was about to annihilate Xiqi in one fell swoop and put down the most powerful rebellion of this force.

On the contrary, the Xiqi army was under the command of the prime minister, Jiang Ziya, and its morale was like a rainbow, fighting to protect the family and defend the country.

In terms of the art of war and strategy of both sides, serving the three generations of monarchs of Yin Shang, even Wen Zhong, who has to give three points, fear three points, and respect three points, has rich experience in the battlefield, which is naturally not comparable to Jiang Ziya, a new Ding who has been in battle for a few days.

Helplessly, in the battle between the two sides at the level of immortals, Yin Shang was almost wiped out, and Shi Tianjun, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao and others were defeated one after another and were on the list of gods.

Under the elimination of one and the other, the morale of the 300,000 troops of Yin Shang will inevitably be affected. In addition, among the Xiqi army, there are Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua and other outstanding disciples of the three generations of exposition to help.

After a long time of scuffle, the balance of victory and defeat has inevitably tilted.

Poof!

Yang Jian, the first disciple of the third generation of the Explanation Sect, charged into battle, even picked up several fierce generals in the merchant army, and killed Wen Zhong in the center of the merchant camp all the way.

The three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, which was originally bright and snow-white, was dyed with an incomparably bright color, which made people shudder.

The war horse under the crotch galloped, and no one around the Yin Shang soldiers dared to block his way.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors