No, Yang Jian still has a confidant!

That's it, Ming Xiaoyang!

For three thousand years, the two gods of justice have relied on each other and beware of each other.

At every moment, they are engaged in a contest that belongs to them, and the entire Three Realms are regarded as each other's chessboard.

In the end, Yang Jian's skills were superior, and he triggered the heavenly punishment and completely eliminated Ming Xiaoyang!

"No!" Witnessing her son's struggle for the past three hundred years, Yao Ji pounced weakly, trying to block Ming Xiaoyang's fatal palm for Yang Jian.

Helplessly, all this is already something that happened in the past and cannot be changed at all.

The terrifying palm power penetrated Yao Ji's blockade, shattering Yang Jian's slender body, turning into countless blood and mud, and passing away with the wind.

"Erlang!"

"Erlang!"

"Erlang!"

Seeing Yang Jian die in front of him, at the hands of his only confidant, as a woman reincarnated by Yao Ji, she was reminded of her previous life memories and was powerless to call.

"Second brother!" The Three Holy Mothers could never have imagined that their marriage was a big joke, trapped in the calculations of Buddhism, and they still didn't know that the happiness of the family reunion was stepping on the bones of their second brother.

Seeing Yang Jian's death again, crystal tears rolled down, his expression was sad, his voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, and the words were mournful.

"Brother Yang Jian!" Nezha clenched the spear, his little face covered with tears, wet his clothes, and muttered.

"Yang Xiaosheng, you are not allowed to die!" Sun Wukong danced the golden hoop stick and roared, "You are so calculating my grandson, my grandson is not convinced, you give Lao Sun out, and then fight with Lao Sun for 300 rounds." ”

"Second Master!" The Meishan brothers wept silently, fell to their knees weakly, and confessed to their second master.

Their betrayal was expected by the second master, and in order to protect them, the second master's death was the price!

Oh my God, what the hell did they do.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Chang'e, who has always been cold and noble in front of Yang Jian, hurts his Chang'e with words and words, tears dripping from her beautiful eyes, and she chokes silently.

Even the Eight Immortals, the Sect Interception Immortals and others, who have nothing to do with themselves, can't help but feel sorry after experiencing the painstaking planning of Erlang God after experiencing these three hundred years.

Only the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother looked indifferent, as if everything was nothing.

Why bother with something you already know!

Swish!

Yang Jian was dead, a gust of wind blew, and everyone who was sucked into the Fuxi Mirror was in a trance in front of them, and returned to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

On the dining tables, all kinds of delicacies, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, are still steaming, bright candles are lit, and only a stick of incense has passed before and after.

But in such a short period of time, everything that happened was tantamount to earth-shaking changes for them.

Erlang God is a man who loves all beings, and the touching love of the Three Holy Ladies has been a joke since the beginning!

How ridiculous is this!

Even the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother felt that a boulder was pressed on her heart, and she couldn't laugh anymore.

Wow wow!

A loud baby cry was heard, waking up the stunned crowd.

"Baby doesn't cry, don't cry!" The eighth sister hugged her son and coaxed her.

When the immortals heard this cry, they remembered that Yang Jian had not disappeared, and his only confidant had left him a trace of blood.

"Eighth princess, let the old man heal His Royal Highness!" Hua Tuo, the god of medicine, stepped forward and said to the eighth princess.

"Hmm." The eighth sister handed over the child in her arms and asked Hua Tuo to heal Yang Jian's flesh and bones.

A moment ago, the agarwood that was still hateful and wanted to cut the grass and eradicate the roots and cut off Yang Jian's last bloodline, Yang Chan was ashamed, and she had the heart to step forward, but she had no face.

Agarwood's palm knife, of course, was angry and used all his strength, but in Yang Jian's Tianyan pendant, fifty percent of the mana was sealed, and he spontaneously protected the master, blocking a lot of power for the little guy.

In addition, after all, he is the child of the Erlang God and the Princess of the Heavenly Realm, and his innate physique is outstanding, far beyond ordinary children.

After Hua Tuo pricked the child with needles and medicines, it didn't take long for the child to fall asleep sweetly.

"Eighth Princess." After treating the child, Hua Tuo wiped the beads of sweat on his face and said to the eighth sister, "The child is fine for the time being, but in the future, we must pay attention to conditioning." ”

"That's good." Hearing that her son was fine, the eighth sister breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Hua Tuo, "Thank you God for healing my son!" ”

My son!

As soon as Fuxi Mirror visited, Ao Tingxin, the fourth princess of the East China Sea, remembered everything she had experienced in the secret room of the True Monarch Temple.

Naturally, she woke up and her love for Yang Jian.

The flesh and blood of the man she loves, why is her mother not her?

"Cousin." Sensing that the emotions of the four princesses and Chang'e around her were wrong, Yang Chan took a few steps forward, came to the eighth sister's side, and said in a trembling voice, "No, sister-in-law, can you let me hug the child?" ”

The eighth sister instinctively took a few steps back, hugged her son in her arms, and looked at Yang Chan vigilantly, lest she would be unfavorable to her child.

"Don't call me sister-in-law, I can't afford that!"

"Little master." The Howling Dog leaned to the side of the Eighth Sister, like a most loyal guard, not allowing anyone to harm his master's flesh and bones.

The other people around were not surprised at all by the reaction of the eighth sister and the roaring dog, and the Meishan brothers clenched their fists even more.

If it weren't for the Three Virgins, Mother and Son, Ming Xiaoyang would have no choice, either die together, or abandon the car to protect the handsome.

How could the second master die in the hands of his only confidant, and there were no bones!

Agarwood lowered her head and stared at her hands, white and clean, and she couldn't even find a callus.

But it was these hands, stained with his uncle's blood!

Yang Chan's delicate body trembled, her expression was painful, but no one sympathized.

Coming out of the Fuxi mirror, Xiao Yu regained her hatred for the Three Holy Mothers and others, and unknowingly, distanced herself from them.

It seems to be thinking about how to choose between love and hate!

Bang Dang!

An extremely clear crisp sound sounded and reached the ears of everyone present.

In confusion, Yang Chan slammed into the table, and a delicate golden lock fell, making a crisp sound.

Sou!

A flash of white light appeared, and a voice familiar to everyone present sounded.

"I thought that this wisp of divine consciousness stored in the golden lock would not awaken until one hundred and eighty years later, to say the least. Who knows, I was awakened so quickly! ”

"Yang Chan, it seems that I underestimated you a little, you are a little smarter than I imagined!"

Snow-white long hair fluttering, a white dress as white as snow, a handsome face, and an evil between the eyebrows.

Ming Xiaoyang!

"Ahh Ming Xiaoyang reappeared, and Agarwood was immediately aroused by the hatred in his heart that had nowhere to vent, and rushed towards the other party with a roar.

"Adversary, return my father...... Uncle is here! ”

Poof!

Raise one hand high, instead of an axe, and slash down, to divide Ming Xiaoyang into two, and vent the hatred in his heart!

Sou!

Ming Xiaoyang's phantom is like a mid-autumn wave in the wind, easily avoiding it, and there is no effort at all.

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