Above the nine layers of clouds, white clouds linger, deep and mysterious.
The Nantian Gate stands majestically, and there is already a buzz of people in front of it. Immortals and gods are gathered together, all with unconcealable excitement, participating in this rare duel between gods and gods that has not been seen in hundreds of years - the battle between the Holy Buddha and the justice of the heaven.
The ultimate contest between gods!
As the fighting spirit grew stronger, many immortals unconsciously found seats and sat down, as if being pulled by invisible gravity.
In front of you, a dazzling array of fruits, mellow wine and tempting melon seeds were quietly placed, adding a bit of worldly warmth and leisure to this visual feast.
It is worth noting that behind these meticulous services are the imprint of Yaochi. Their origins are self-evident and can only be understood tacitly.
I understand everything.
In order to experience the elegance of this unprecedented battle more closely, the immortals and gods donated their money one after another, spending a lot of money to buy the front row, the most distinguished viewing seats, as well as the fruits that were endowed with high value.
However, according to careful observation by some attentive onlookers, the fruit with a high price tag and the fruit on the cheapest seat are actually the same except for the difference in the plates on which they are placed.
Of course, considering that the price increase is not excessive, and the Three Realms have enjoyed peace for a long time, the immortals and gods have accumulated enough merit, so they are fully focused on this god-level duel in the sky.
far away.
The battle between Sun Wukong, the victorious Buddha, and Yang Jian, the god of justice, was truly so powerful that the spiritual power fluctuated so intensely that even though they were far apart, the immortals and gods could barely withstand the impact of the aftermath.
Everyone's hearts are filled with turmoil, and it's hard to calm down. It's hard to imagine how shocking and terrifying it would be to be there.
Just as the battle situation was stalemate, a strange sound filled the field.
"Bah, bah, bah~" The sound of chewing echoed around, which seemed particularly abrupt.
During the fierce fight, Sun Wukong gradually noticed something strange, and there were more than one.
The first suspicion is the strange sound that is always accompanied by the fight and the faint meowing of a cat. The sound is surprisingly similar to the meowing of the cat that has often harassed him during the five hundred years of suppression.
He was doubtful.
Could it be that Yang Jian was also proficient in Buddhist or demonic mind-attacking techniques and was trying to interfere with his mind?
Furthermore, Sun Wukong has been practicing hard and has reached the pinnacle of the Taiyi Golden Immortal. He is only one step away from the lofty position of Buddha. However, facing Yang Jian, who has been famous for a long time, although he can easily resist, he still has to fight.
So far, the clouds below were intact and not damaged at all, which puzzled him.
Finally, it was clear that there were no restrictions around him, and Agarwood had not returned yet, so he must have taken the opportunity to escape.
Sun Wukong was ready to adjust his tactics and withdraw from the battle, but strangely, every time he tried to evacuate, he was inexplicably pulled back to the battlefield by some force.
Who is behind this? Sun Wukong thought to himself, frowning.
"Bang bang bang, clang clang clang--"
In the sky, two stalwart figures intertwined like lightning, and the sound of the collision was deafening.
During the fierce battle, Sun Wukong became increasingly panicked. At some point, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the hand holding the golden cudgel began to tremble slightly.
At this moment, with his exquisite heart, how could he not understand that he had fallen into an unfathomable situation.
At this moment, he, the famous fighting and victorious Buddha, seemed to have become a monkey at the mercy of others in the mortal circus. Every move and every swing seemed to be a drama performed for others.
When he thought of this, a thought that made his heart palpitate quietly arose - would he encounter the five hundred years of darkness and suppression again?
Fear creeps into my heart like ice.
Sun Wukong, the fearless hero in the past, now felt unprecedented fear and uneasiness.
He is scared!
This fear stems not only from the fear of the unknown, but also from the deep worry about losing freedom again.
After another half day, Sun Wukong's fighting momentum gradually weakened, because he realized that Yang Jian on the opposite side did not seem to be his true body. No matter how hard he exerted, the opponent could always respond with the same power.
In other words, no matter whether he goes all out or deliberately lets his opponent down, the battle situation will always remain a 50-50 draw.
This couldn't help but make him wonder: What exactly did Yang Jian want?
Sun Wukong's eyes rolled around, and there was a faint golden light in his eyes. He began to look around, trying to find an opportunity to escape, and prepare to evacuate first.
No, this is called strategic transition!
As a fighting and victorious Buddha, although he has an unparalleled fighting spirit, but still forcing his way into the trap knowing it is a trap, that is not courage, but stupidity.
Suddenly, a golden stream of light pierced the sky, and Chen Xiang's figure came into view. Although he was still young, he was holding a golden divine ax and was majestic, full of confidence, and exuding fighting spirit. He was actually a bit like he was when he was older.
The style of Naotian Palace.
Facing the heavenly soldiers and generals, and even the justice god Yang Jian, Chen Xiang showed no fear and showed an invincible spirit.
At the same time, a smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips opposite him.
Sun Wukong's heart trembled, and he seemed to understand something instantly. He turned around suddenly and shouted to his apprentice: "Agarwood, leave quickly!"
The confident smile on Chen Xiang's face solidified instantly.
"Bang~" There was a loud noise, and Yang Jian hit Sun Wukong on the back of the head with a sharp blade. Sun Wukong's vision went dark, and he fainted immediately.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian placed the three-pointed two-edged knife across Sun Wukong's neck, picked up the formerly unruly monkey, with a hint of joking in his smile, looked straight at Agarwood in front of him, and said lightly: "Agarwood,
Give up resistance and follow me back to face trial, and I will spare your master's life.
Otherwise, hum, today, this will be the farewell of your master and disciple!"
Chenxiang frowned and looked around, as if he understood the situation instantly. He responded loudly: "Yang Jian, it is not my master who defeated the Buddha in the battle. Don't involve me in your grudges with the Buddha.
I came here this time just because I can't bear to see you using the big to bully the small, and the big to bully the small, and I just want to seek justice for him and uphold justice!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, Chen Xiang raised his hand and pointed the golden ax directly at the uncle in front of him, with a face full of pride and confidence: "Yang Jian, today you and I are duel, if you win,
I will let you do what you want; if you lose, from now on, whenever you see me, you will have to stay away.
In addition, you must let go of this fight against the Buddha first. To tell you the truth, I took Taishang Laojun’s elixir, and I also smashed Tushita Palace. One person’s actions are others’ fault, and it has nothing to do with him.”
"Okay, it's a deal!" Upon hearing this, Yang Jian casually threw the Monkey King aside, then pointed his long blade, and Chen Xiang's figure stepped into this special battlefield involuntarily.
Although he was suddenly pulled to a strange place by a mysterious force, Chen Xiang quickly stabilized his body, took a deep breath, and felt the vast sea of mana in his body, already knowing something in his heart.
With the blessing of Laojun's magical elixirs, at this moment, his magic power is boundless and his body is invincible. Even if he is beheaded, he can recover instantly. How can he be defeated in such a state?
The advantage is undoubtedly on his side!
After a while, the world fell into a dead silence. Only in the battlefield, two strong men, Yang Jian and Chen Xiang, held magical weapons and faced each other from a distance.
Yang Jian stood on the left, and Chen Xiang stood on the right. Between the two, the huge mana was like the roaring waves of the angry sea, mercilessly colliding and fighting, causing ripples in the space.
In this chaotic space, dots of spiritual light kept flickering and extinguishing, which was a sign of the annihilation of endless spiritual power, highlighting the fierceness and cruelty of this battle.
In the sightseeing group outside Nantianmen, an unknown passerby suddenly opened his mouth to explain, with unconcealable shock in his voice:
"Oh my god, this agarwood has been practiced for only three years. Even after taking Laojun's elixir, I can refine it and use it freely in a matter of seconds.
Such amazing magical power, such outstanding supernatural powers, can be compared with the justice god Yang Jian.
Could it be said that this is another god of war who will play an important role in the three realms in the future?
This is simply appalling! One day in the future, will he raise his arms and defy the will of heaven to defeat the emperor and recreate the world? Will such a feat become a new legend? "
As soon as these words came out, the immortals and gods looked at each other in disbelief, and the person looking for an exit was even more secretly surprised.
To be able to speak such rebellious and unethical words openly in public is truly impressive.
In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xiang naturally caught the words of provoking discord. He knew that if he allowed it to continue, even if he won this battle, he might be forced to become the enemy of the entire Three Realms.
Although he himself did not understand why he wanted to become an enemy of the Three Realms, the sense of crisis forced him to take action.
"Shua~" The light of the ax flashed, and Chen Xiang's figure turned into a fierce giant ax, which suddenly struck Yang Jian.
"Clang, clang, clang~" In an instant, the battle between the two was as fierce as sparks hitting the earth. However, after a few moves, Chen Xiang's face gradually became solemn.
Yang Jian fought with him with a magic weapon in one hand, his face relaxed and relaxed, as if this battle was just a game to him.
After dozens of moves, he only occasionally used the three-pointed two-edged knife to block Chen Xiang's axe. The rest of the time, he even stood still and could easily avoid Chen Xiang's fatal attack with just a simple turn and bending down.
No matter how hard Chen Xiang tried and what moves he used, he could only miss Yang Jian by a hair every time.
After a while, Chen Xiang stepped aside, holding the ax tightly in his hand, his eyes full of confusion and self-doubt: "It's almost, why is it almost every time!"
At this time, Yang Jian once again easily avoided Chen Xiang's blow, and finally stopped the relaxation on his face, turned serious, and started to launch an offensive: "Swish, swish, swish~"
The three swords were like lightning, instantly forcing Agarwood into a desperate situation, where life and death were on the line.
Yang Jian said coldly: "It must be that you always have a similar mentality when practicing, thinking that it's almost enough, but at the critical moment, this 'almost' becomes 'almost'.
As everyone knows, a slight difference can make a huge difference. Today, use your life to repay the laziness you once stole."
When Yang Jian really started to attack seriously, the offensive coming from all directions was like a landslide and tsunami, unstoppable, and Chen Xiang instantly felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
After only thirty moves, Chen Xiang was knocked to the ground by a sharp blade, and the magic power in his body was scattered. It was unable to condense for a while, and it became extremely difficult to even stand up.
Yang Jian glanced at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes: "Trash! Roaring Sky Dog, catch these two trashes and send them to Taishang Laojun, so that he can refine the elixir back.
By the way, tell him, don’t make another monster with piercing eyes this time!”
"Yes!" Roaring Sky Dog responded. Although its face was bruised and swollen, its eyes were shining with excitement.
Chen Xiang finally fell into his hands. He wanted to take back all the grievances and humiliations he had suffered in the past few years at this moment!
The roaring dog Jie Jie smiled strangely and approached Chenxiang step by step, preparing to capture him.
After a while, Yang Jian returned to Nantianmen leisurely and contentedly, closely followed by Agarwood and Sun Wukong who were tied up with fairy ropes and five flowers.
The Roaring Sky Dog pushed them forward arrogantly. Even in this situation, Sun Wukong still looked back from time to time and glanced at the Roaring Sky Dog with a provocative look.
"Hey, you've become a caged bird, why should you stare? Sun Wukong, when you get to the depths of the prison, let's see how I deal with you!" The corner of Roaring Sky Dog's mouth was crooked, looking triumphant.
After that, he took the opportunity to kick the Great Sage Qitian and the Victorious Buddha.
"Bang!"
It, this little black dog that used to be ordinary, now dared to kick the famous Sun Wukong on the buttocks, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable joy in his heart.
Tsk tsk tsk, I feel comfortable!
I don’t know when I got the chance to kick the cat at home!
Little yellow cat:???
...
The God of Justice returned with a great victory. Upon seeing this, all the gods gathered around and bowed their hands in salute to Yang Jian, with many flattering words in their mouths.
"Congratulations to the God of Justice for capturing the culprit who stole the heavenly treasure!"
"The God of Justice is so heroic and truly the light of heaven!"
…
Faced with these praises, Yang Jian's face was as calm as water, and he just wanted to leave through the crowd.
The gods have long been accustomed to this. After all, this judicial god has always looked indifferent for thousands of years. If one day he suddenly showed a smile, it would probably make people fear him.
At this moment, a stream of light pierced the sky. Before the gods could react, the stream of light turned into a human form. It was Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea.
He held a gleaming dagger, put it against Yang Jian's neck, and said sternly: "Don't move, or I will take your life immediately!"
This scene shocked all the gods present, and some even hurriedly retreated, protecting their fellow gods behind them.
Which being with great supernatural powers dares to issue such a threat to the heavenly God of War who has already been sanctified in body?
Seeing Ao Chun appear, Chen Xiang felt warm in his heart. This is the true brotherhood. However, he may not yet know how unfathomable Yang Jian's true strength is.
"Ao Chun, leave quickly and leave me alone!" Chenxiang shouted eagerly.
Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea? What kind of bastard is this?
The gods looked at each other in confusion, then turned to look at Yang Jian, only to see that his expression was still indifferent, and there seemed to be a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, but he did not move at all.
This situation caused a subtle, almost suffocating and strange expression to appear on everyone's faces.
