Between the lightning and flint, all the rebels and rebels had no time to react, and their bodies collapsed, leaving only a ray of soul light, and fled to the place of reincarnation in the underworld.

And Yang Jiao's face under the thick black hair, can't help but emerge a layer of crystal light, the qi machine of the whole body swept the world with the momentum of the bullfight, and its fierce and vast qi continued to spread across the three realms, Kyushu and the four seas.

His indifferent voice pierced through the Sky Treasure Hall:

"Rulai, do you go by yourself, or will I send you away."

Rulai suddenly appeared in the temple, his face was sad, and he murmured:

"Amitabha, everything has a promising law, such as a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity, should be viewed as such, it is we who lost, and I hope that Your Majesty can really be consistent in words and deeds, regard all souls as equal, and work hard in the future to create a more splendid and colorful magnificent world for the Three Realms."

After that, his body shined with Buddha light, and gradually turned into a deep Buddha rhyme relic, just when Huahong was thrown into reincarnation, Yang Jiao's eyes condensed, and said:

"The Buddha is used to being high, so it is right to roll in the earthly mud a little more."

Suddenly, with a flick of his fingers, a sharp sword light slashed towards the relic, and in an instant, the relic shattered and turned into ashes, leaving only a wisp of soul into the lower realm.

Yang Jiao's light eyes fell on Heishui:

"The boring foreplay is over, give the roster to Taibai, and let him summon the people who have completed their merits in the mortal world all these years, and insist on forging ahead and maintaining the spirit of never slacking off to heaven."

"Yes."

Three hundred years later.

In the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Yang Jiao stood on top of a pavilion, his eyes moved, and suddenly disappeared in place, appearing in the east of the East China Sea.

His expression was slightly stunned, but he didn't know how the peach trees appeared in the East China Sea, and their splendor was also scorching, and there was a peach forest with red dust and splendid scenery for ten miles, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Moreover, Yang Jiao came here because he sensed that a familiar and unfamiliar qi appeared in the east of the East China Sea.

His eyebrows soothed, and he calmly walked into the peach blossom forest.

Suddenly, the peach blossoms flew all over the sky, just like the smoke and rain in April in the south of the Yangtze River, and when there was no end, a cyan figure appeared in the crimson peach blossom rain.

Yang Jiao stood still and took a closer look, but found that it was Zhao Yun.

He smiled faintly:

"As the old saying goes, don't be three days, you should be impressed, I never thought that I hadn't seen you for many years, and your whole body has improved so far."

Zhao Yun raised his peach blossom eyes slightly, and walked over unhurriedly:

"Haven't seen you in years? I haven't seen you for years, I don't know if you remember my last name? ”

A trace of condensation flashed in the depths of Yang Jiao's eyes, first he found that he couldn't find out Zhao Yun's specific cultivation, and then suddenly realized that even his mind-reading ability was invalid, and he couldn't help but secretly say:

"This Zhao Yun is completely different from the original plot line, could his true origin be the incarnation of a certain great power in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms?"

He calmed down a little and said:

"You are Sister Yun, who high-fived me three times and made a vow, how could I forget."

After Zhao Yun heard this, he didn't show any expression, and as soon as he walked in front of Yang Jiao, he asked lightly:

"Do you feel that this ten-mile peach forest is very familiar?"

When Yang Jiao heard this, he looked at it, and the familiarity in his heart became more and more obvious, but there was a sense of resistance, and he was a little surprised, this peach forest was not much different from the ten-mile peach forest where the world of three lives and three worlds lived.

But as far as he knows, he was in that realm, for the fourth son of the Heavenly Monarch, Mo Jiao, born with inferior blood, not liked by others, is to live in a deep and simple way, dedicated to practice, and when the cultivation is successful, he adopted a righteous son on a whim and named it Tiandao.

But from beginning to end, I didn't have much contact with the folded face of the Ten Mile Peach Forest.

After cultivating for the great success, he began the trip of Dingding innovation, just because he was not used to seeing the hereditary replacement of the heavenly monarch, and the veins of the gods in the four seas and eight wildernesses were all swept in front of the door, and they didn't care about the frost on the tiles of others.

is also extremely disgusted with this bloodline divinity, and while imprisoning the enterprising heart of the Protoss, it also stifles the desire of all souls to strive for progress.

is even more disdainful of the protoss, self-reckless divine power, and disdainful of the endless chaos of the common people for love.

Practicing carefully is not to become a human being, but to let this world no longer have the idea of being a human being, to ban the Protoss, to change the heavens and the earth, and finally, to let the Heavenly Dao manage the four seas and eight wildernesses.

Yang Jian kept thinking about many old memories, but the sense of resistance in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he immediately followed his spiritual sense, no longer entangled, and said with an unchanged expression:

"Such a bright and fragrant, touching peach forest is really unforgettable, but there is no familiarity after all."

Zhao Yun was noncommittal or not, and said lightly:

"Really? I've heard a story over the years, I wonder if you'd like to hear it? ”

Yang Jiao's head:

"I want to hear about it."

Zhao Yun's tone was flat:

"There was a woman who was plotted to lose her memory, cultivated to nothing, turned into a mortal, and was rescued by a man, he saw that the woman was pitiful and lonely, and she was a mortal, not only took her in, but also taught the method of cultivation, and the two got along like this for many years, and gradually became like-minded Taoist friends."

"Who knows that this man is a man with an iron heart, for the road, but like a bird without feet, never look back, all the way forward, he has long known the true identity of the woman, and there is a marriage contract between the two, to save this woman who was plotted, mainly to cut off this marriage."

"Later, the amnesiac woman learned by chance that the man had a marriage contract behind her, and it seemed that in the years of getting along, she had a love affair with the man, and the man directly pushed the boat and said that the woman would go with him to get out of the marriage."

She paused and looked sideways:

"Isn't this man very thoughtful?"

Yang Jiao heard from the beginning to the end, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart became more and more heavy, and he always felt that this person's style of acting was very familiar, so he had to say dryly:

"It is indeed very thoughtful to let a woman withdraw from her marriage and solve everything from the root."

When he said this, he turned sideways to avoid the sight from Zhao Yun, and then said:

"But then again, this man is a ruthless and single-minded man at first glance, and he himself knows his own nature, so doing so is not an excellent solution."

Zhao Yun said quietly:

"But, after all, it was the women's chess that won the game, found the man's only weakness, and then quickly slept the man to sleep and gave birth to a child for him."

Yang Jiao was silent, and time completely stood still at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but he said with some difficulty:

"Sleeping? Also had a baby? ”

Yang Jiao turned around and faced Zhao Yun, his eyebrows tightened for three points:

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Yun put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes:

"Who am I? Yang Jiao, who has promised all his life, no matter how difficult it is for Xu Qing, would actually ask me this question? ”

She chuckled:

"Yang Jiao, you can play better than I imagined, I want to see if the so-called Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord has ever gone mad and played with fire and set himself on fire."

"I think I might be able to get out of it when you play yourself to death."

When Yang Jiao heard the back, he was a little puzzled, and spit out two words:

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yun smiled, was silent, turned into a little starlight, and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jiao pointed to it as a sword, so he wanted to point it on his eyebrows, and when he searched for clues from the Mud Pill Palace, not only did the Yin Immortal Monument shine with a gloomy light, which seemed to be a warning, but his own spiritual sense even showed that if he wanted to explore the details, it would be a blessing or a curse, and he should not get to the bottom of the warning.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally put down his sword.

Yang Jiao was in place for a long time, suddenly raised his eyes to look at the sky, and smiled freely:

"That's it, it's hard for me to hurt myself, the road is long and obstructive, the line is coming, I know my own heart, and the way is clear."

(End of chapter)