In the sky above Yangzhou City, a white cloud painting is beautifully painted in the air pavilion, slowly wandering in a sea of clouds, mountains and fog.

In front of the palace gate, Su Xuesu held a pen in her hand and gently swiped it on the Xuanbai paper, outlining the magnificent sea of clouds of Yuan Eat.

Yang Jiao quietly reclined on the steps behind him, holding a pot of sake and watching, this is the atmosphere, as if he has returned to the original green water city, in the little famous painting workshop.

It's just that it seems that the sky is not beautiful, and this beautiful calm did not last long.

The sea of clouds in the distance kept surging, slowly approaching Yang Jiao's cloud hall, and as the huge sea of clouds got closer and closer, Yang Jiao's brows slowly wrinkled.

The sake in his hand had already been drunk, but the wine jug still stopped at his mouth, Yang Jiao was half-lying, and the whole person seemed to be fixed on this action.

Suddenly, the surging sea of clouds suddenly became violent, and with an old and angry lion's roar, a circle of fluctuations full of destructive aura suddenly appeared, spreading rapidly in the direction of Yang Jiaoyun's hall. This fluctuation is extremely powerful, if it is allowed to sweep over, let alone the Cloud Hall condensed by temporary mana, it is a golden immortal of Su Xue's level, and I am afraid that it will only end up in ashes.

Yang Jiao's eyes were half drunk and half awake, and the wine jug in his hand, which was already empty, came out of his hand, and circled and shot towards that circle.

"Buzz ......"

The flask made a graceful arc in the white clouds, slamming into the spreading ripples, making a strange sound.

It's like a pebble thrown into a rippling lake, and suddenly it stirs up even more chaotic ripples.

"Roar-" "Groan...... |

The old and angry lion's roar was accompanied by a dragon's groan, and then a ball of fire exploded in the middle of the sea of clouds, and then with a circle of clouds and waves, wave after wave rushed in all directions.

The wine jug that Yang Jiao flew out was swept by the fiery red clouds, and turned into flying ashes and dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

"It's really endless!" Yang Jiao muttered, and his figure suddenly disappeared on the cloud hall, and when he reappeared, it was just in the outermost layer of the fire attack cloud wave.

There was a fierce momentum all around him, with Yang being more centered, and all the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were all crushed.

"I'd like to see who has so little eyes and dares to stand in my way. Tearing apart the surging waves of fiery red clouds, Yang Jiao's body was stunned, and an acceleration rushed straight into the thick sea of clouds.

I thought it was just an ordinary cloud just now, but now it seems that it is obviously two powerful golden immortals fighting, and they use the cloud qi to form a mysterious formation to cover up the fluctuations. And now that the battle fluctuations have broken through the blockade of the formation, it is obvious that one side has an absolute advantage, and it is the critical moment to establish the victory in one fell swoop.

In the middle of the sea of clouds, Yang Jiao's figure appeared, and he immediately saw two people fighting, one of whom was very familiar.

"Taiyi Zhenren, it turned out to be him-" Yang Jiao's eyes swept over the situation on the field, his face was silent, but he thought carefully in his heart.

Now on the scene, a nine-headed lion is lying miserably in the air, its majestic body is covered with scorched color, nine heads, and eighteen eyes are all drooping, and it looks like it has been injured by the origin.

On top of the head of the nine lions, a small red seal engraved with nine dragons was spinning, and a thin layer of fire enveloped the nine lions, imprisoning them in the void. This small seal should be the treasure of the Jinguang Cave of Qianyuan Mountain, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, but Yang Jiao knew that the real Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover should be in Nezha's hands, and this one in front of him was not unexpected, it was the Great Perfection Will of Taiyi Zhenren.

"Yang Jiao-" The moment Yang Jiao appeared, Taiyi Zhenren instantly discovered that he did not despise Yang Jiao because of the aura of the Quadruple Heavenly Golden Immortal, you must know that it was this guy who used the cultivation of the half-step Golden Immortal to attack and kill the Lingbao ** Master of the Golden Immortal cultivation under the noses of their top ten Golden Immortals, and hit the Huanglong Zhenren head-on.

"It turned out to be Emperor Qinghua in person, and Yang Jiao had seen the Salvation Tianzun. Seeing Taiyi Zhenren coming over, Yang Jiao pursed his lips slightly and hugged his fist at Taiyi Zhenren.

Although Yang Jiao is a junior in terms of seniority, in terms of the position of Heavenly Court, everyone is one of the four emperors, with equal status, and is not counted as a junior.

Seeing that Yang Jiao deliberately saluted as a heavenly court, Taiyi Zhenren's brows furrowed slightly, and then he replied: "What is Emperor Gou Chen doing here?"

"Since you know that I am Emperor Gou Chen, you naturally know that Emperor Gou Chen's duty is to rule over all demons. Yang Jiao glanced at the nine lions that were dying, and said: "This little demon has offended Emperor Qinghua somehow, and I hope His Royal Highness will say that this emperor is the master of His Royal Highness, and he will not spare this little demon." ”

When Taiyi Zhenren heard this, a thick cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his tone suddenly became cold: "This is a matter of poor Dao, so I don't care about Yang Jiao's nephew." ”

"The gods of the heavenly court have their own duties, and the four emperors are at the top of the gods, so we should set an example for them, what does the Qinghua Emperor think?" Yang Jiao smiled slightly when he heard this, but he accentuated the word "office".

"Yang Jiao, you ......" Taiyi Zhenren was furious, but it was irrefutable, but this Nine Spirits Yuan Sage was his chance, and it was impossible to hand it over to Yang Jiao because of any Heavenly Emperor position.

"Since Emperor Qinghua refuses to say, then Emperor Ben can only take this little demon back for a good interrogation, and let him explain how he offended Emperor Qinghua if something happened. Seeing that Taiyi Zhenren was angry, the smile on the corner of Yang Jiao's mouth gradually turned cold, and a little red light shot out from his hand, which was directly on the small red seal and flew it out.

Xiaoyin was attacked, Taiyi Zhenren's face turned slightly pale, and before he could react, he saw that the nine lions that had been defeated let out a roar again, and they rushed out of the range of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire and fled into the distance.

"Yang Jiao, if you have a bad chance today, he will be rewarded for his poor life. Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren immediately flashed and chased the nine lions, leaving a cruel word before leaving.

"There will be something to be rewarded?" Yang Jiao sneered, and then his heart was shocked: "Isn't this old lion the leader of the demon clan in Nanzhan Continent, how can he be chased and killed by people in Dongsheng Shenzhou, could it be that the situation has changed?"

In the distance, the clouds broke through, and a beautiful palace made of white clouds flew in, and in front of the palace, Su Xue was smiling and holding a picture scroll.

Yang Jiao shook his head, throwing out all the messy worries, and then turned to Su Xue and smiled softly: "Finished painting?"

"It's over!" Su Xue smiled, and her body soared up to Yang Jiao's side.

As Su Xue left, the palace behind him suddenly dissipated with the wind and dissipated into a cloud again.

The picture scroll unfolded, and a vast white cloud jumped into his eyes.

"It's called 'Cloud Scroll', how about it?" Su Xue said softly.

"It seems that you have finally found your way, congratulations!" Looking at the clouds in the picture scroll, Yang Jiao said solemnly.

In this 'cloud scroll', it seems to be lifelike at first glance, but if it weren't for Yang Jiao's body and soul just now, I'm afraid that in that glance just now, the Yuan Shen would have been sucked in. This painting has been blessed by Su Xue's will, and it can already be called a magic weapon.

"It's just a coincidence, but I've finally found my way. Su Xue's face turned red when she heard this, she didn't like to cultivate, although she had broken through the Golden Immortal for many years, she still only had the cultivation of a heavy heaven, although her will had been formed, she had never been able to find a way to move forward, and it was not until today that she drew this 'cloud scroll' and found her direction again.