Heaven.

The Treasure Palace.

Haotian stared at the picture presented on the Haotian mirror, deeply remembered the appearance of King Ji Chang of Han, and said word by word:

"Han Wang Ji Chang, a dog thief, dares to spread rumors and ruin Yao Ji's reputation, I will kill him!"

Seeing this, Yao Chi persuaded:

"Your Majesty, you don't think you're trying to get into the robbery, are you? The king of Han was protected by the luck of the human race, and if he made a rash move, he would be counterattacked. ”

With a wave of his hand, Haotian shot out a fairy light, flew out of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, and said gloomily:

"Will there be a backlash? So what? If this dog thief is not removed, I will be angry! ”

"Yaochi, don't worry, I just want this dog thief to be on the god list soon!"

In the end, Haotian already had one hundred and thirty-nine ways to rectify the Han King Ji Chang.

What about being sheltered by Terran luck? As long as Han King Ji Chang is on the list of gods, he will let this old thief know what it means to be unable to survive and to die!

After a while.

A red-haired, handsome golden-armored immortal strode into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, bowed down, and said:

"Tianpeng, meet Your Majesty Haotian."

……

Fire Cloud Cave.

Emperor Xuanyuan looked at Yang Jian, who had fallen into the disadvantage under the siege of the three of them, and exclaimed:

"Your Majesty Fuxi, I didn't expect this Yang Jian to have some skills, and he can be said to be the first disciple of the three generations to expound the teaching."

As a peak monk of the quasi-holy realm, Xuanyuan's vision is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

It was also because he discovered that both the Shang Dynasty and Xiqi had emerged a group of talented generals.

Otherwise, he had to praise Yang Jian a few more words.

Earth Emperor Shennong reminded:

"Xuanyuan, the three generations of disciples of the Sect of Miao Hong, now there is only Yang Jian left, he naturally deserves his name."

"Like Li Shimin, Li Yazi and others, they brought their cultivation to worship under the Cihang Dao people, most of them to seek refuge."

In today's flood wilderness, even if he is a great supernatural person, he meets a disciple of the saint, and he does not dare to kill for no reason.

Therefore, Shennong can also understand the approach of Li Shimin and others.

Suddenly, Emperor Xuanyuan remembered the reputation of Yuding Zhenren in the flood wilderness, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty Fuxi, Your Majesty Shennong, it is strange for you to say that this Jade Ding is a real person."

"Obviously, the fighting method, the escape technique, everything is not refined, but the disciples who taught it are so powerful."

Fu Xi said meaningfully:

"Everyone in the world says that the twelve golden immortals are taught to be strong, and the weak are weak, like the three unreal people, Huanglong, and Yuding, which are the bottom of the twelve golden immortals."

"But it's as strong as Taiyi Zhenren, and he's afraid of keeping his grandchildren, but now he has been on the list of gods."

"Luck, sometimes, is also strength."

……

Before the good dream is closed.

"Boom Boom"

I saw that the Qinglong Pass General Soldier Hill led out the dementor red beads and danced around Yang Jian.

Whenever Yang Jian's gaze fell on the Dementor Red Bead, his gaze would be glazed, and it would take a few seconds before he would wake up.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Zhong spit black smoke from his mouth, and Long Anji drove his limbs to attack Yang Jian.

Gradually, as time went by, Yang Jian fell into disadvantage.

"Wangwang"

The roaring dog hiding behind Liu Chan saw that his master was in danger, and he grinned and was ready to pounce.

Zhuge Liang gently picked up the neck meat of the Roaring Sky Dog, and seeing that the latter was constantly struggling, he chuckled:

"Loyal dog protector, it is commendable, but your cultivation is too weak, even if you go, it will only distract Yang Jian's fellow Daoyou."

The roaring dog glared at Han Gaozu Liu Bang angrily and scolded angrily:

"Wangwang"

Looking at it, if it weren't for Zhuge Liang picking it up, I'm afraid he would not hesitate to bite Han Gaozu.

When Liu Bang, the ancestor of Han Gao, heard the movement here, even if he didn't understand the language of dogs, he could guess that the roaring dog was scolding himself, and ordered:

"Fan, go, castrate the Howling Dog for me, find a few hundred beautiful female dogs, and lock them up."

Fan Hao couldn't help but smile, walked up to Zhuge Liang, and said politely:

"Mr. Kong Ming, give me the Howling Dog."

Although according to his age, Zhuge Liang is just a junior in front of him.

However, in the face of this Zhuge Wuhou who was bent on rejuvenating the great man, did his best, and died suddenly, Fan Xu had to admire.

Zhuge Liang met the gaze of the roaring dog for help, handed the latter to Fan Xu, and said with a smile:

"Roaring Heavenly Dog, cut off the root of troubles, in order to concentrate on penance, you will follow, hahaha......"

Ji Fa saw that everyone was not worried about whether Yang Jian would fall, so he came to Han Gaozu's side and couldn't bear to say:

"Dad, why don't you send Champion Hou to help Immortal Yang Jian?"

At this moment, Ji Fa really wanted to scold everyone, and Yang Jianxian worked hard in front for Xiqi.

But they are here to bully Yang Jian's mount... Friend... Friend...

Han Gaozu Liu Bang grabbed Ji Fa's shoulders and said:

"Fa'er, you're still young, you don't understand, who is Yang Jian's immortal chief? Born with divine eyes, he is accompanied by nine turns of Xuangong. ”

"You see that after fighting for so long, has Immortal Yang Jian ever been injured?"

Ji Fa fixed his eyes and found that although Yang Jian was in danger, his body was shrouded in fairy light and he was not hurt in the slightest.

At the same time, he was also a little confused, and asked:

"But, Dad, why don't you make a quick decision?"

Han Gaozu Liu Bang smiled mysteriously and said:

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have my own arrangements for my father."

……

Meanwhile.

Western teaching.

The saints who received the saints, the saints who were allowed to be mentioned, sitting cross-legged on the futon, were also paying attention to this battle.

When the Zhun Ti Sage inadvertently discovered that the generals in the Shang and Zhou armies were generally in the Golden Immortal Realm, he sighed lightly and said enviously:

"Senior brother, I want to go to the Terran again and accept some disciples."

"That is, at the time of the Great Tribulation, there are many opportunities, so that the weak human race can have so many Golden Immortal Realm generals."

The leading saint followed Zhun Ti's gaze, suddenly realized, shook his head, and said:

"Senior brother, don't act rashly, the big thing is the most important."

When the Zhun Ti sage heard the word "big event", although he was very sorry, he had to resist the impulse in his heart and said casually:

"Senior brother, you said that person would really come to us to join forces? He has always had the best face, and those who don't know it think that he is more powerful than his master. ”

When the sage was about to explain, he heard an arrogant and domineering voice, which sounded from far outside the palace:

"White Lotus Boy, this seat Amitabha, the magic weapon in your hand is related to this seat, hurry up and give it to this seat!"

"Jizo, don't run, I'm hungry, I'm too lazy to do it, you go to the merit pool and stew all those lotus flowers for Izuku."

"Hey, hey, what are you running! Father's permission to mention, whoever dares to run again, this seat will report to my father and send you all to the god list! ”

……

Listening to the movement outside, the Zhun Ti Saint had a headache and said irritably:

"Senior brother, it's better to simply ...... this rebel Phew, this dog thief drove out of the West. ”

"Don't you know, this dog thief is my righteous son, and he has been doing all kinds of evil in the West these days, and he has harmed one side."

"Many disciples are overwhelmed and have no time to cultivate."

The leading saint sighed lightly and said:

"Senior brother, let him go, and when the luck of Buddhism and the luck of Western religion are connected, I will throw him back to the underworld."

(End of chapter)