Yang Wuyue is busy studying the Zhoutian Star Formation here, using the broken stars to extract the star gold to refine the star flags. This needs to be a set. Small star flags are easy, and the small level is enough. As for the big stars,
The flag must be of the avenue level.
And here, the Jade Emperor also discovered that Yao Ji Sifan had gone down to the realm to get married to a man on earth, and had a child. He was immediately furious: "Order the Great Golden Crow, Marshal Tianpeng, to lead 50,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals to go down to the realm and exterminate the entire Yang family."
.Catch Yao Ji back to me!"
The rules of heaven are still ancient rules of heaven. They are outdated and outdated. In order to maintain the strictness of heaven and earth, they are no longer suitable for this era. But without Yang Jian's ax to chop the peach mountain, where would the list of gods come from?
Naturally, the Yang family had no resistance. Yang Tianyou was killed, and the eldest son Yang Jiao was killed. Yao Ji was arrested, but the second son Yang Jian and the third sister Yang Chan were saved by Marshal Tianpeng who released the water.
"Transform into a peach mountain and press Yao Ji under the peach mountain!" The Jade Emperor casually took out a peach, followed his words, and fell into the world. This is the peach mountain.
From then on, Yang Jian and Yang Chan were hunted by the Heavenly Court. Either you were arrested or I was arrested. Yang Jian picked up a roaring dog on the road and began to study under his master. Finally, he slowly began to practice. And Marshal Tianpeng
and the Big Golden Crow, chasing the two of them in the mortal world caused a lot of ironic things.
The 14,800 small celestial star flags were gradually completed. Yang Wuyue counted the many stars and checked for any missing parts.
"Go!" Where there are stars, the small star flags will automatically merge into them for worship. If there are no stars, the unique rules above will begin to burst out, condensing the power of the stars in the sky and the earth, and re-condensing the stars. This will take a longer time.
So in the beginning, only one main star was condensed.
The 365 Lord Star Flags and Yang Wuyue also dispersed into the 365 Lord Stars, preparing to be slowly nurtured by the endless years. After all, he himself has not taken a single step, but once he is pregnant,
Once it takes shape, he will definitely be able to step into the realm of Daluo Jinxian and cultivate into the Immortal Yang God.
"Beidou Zhenjun!" Taiyin and Yang are the last two stops, and Guanghan Xianque, the most beautiful woman in the three realms, meets Yang Wuyue for the first time.
"Fairy Guanghan?" Yang Wuyue looked sideways slightly. This Chang'e was indeed pitiful, her eyes were full of emotion. Their eyes met, and there was something similar in their eyes.
But Yang Wuyue is the love network between heaven and earth under the Nine Tribulations, and Chang'e is the real love that has been understood through ten thousand years of loneliness. "Your realm is not low!"
Chang'e laughed dumbly: "If you live for a long time and have a high realm, your magic power may not be high. But you don't have the cultivation level of Zhenjun. What are you doing here?"
Yang Wuyue took out a star flag and handed it to her: "Put it into the core of the Taiyin Star and slowly refine it with its origin. The Taiyin Sun is the last two among the stars."
"Are you repairing the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation?" Chang'e frowned.
Yang Wuyue smiled: "As a god that existed in ancient times, you should have seen it."
Of course Chang'e had seen it. Chang'e flew to the moon and Hou Yi shot the sun, which was the beginning of the decisive battle between the lich and the lich.
"I beg you, don't repair the formation, just repair the stars!" Fairy Chang'e said: "That formation will only bring disaster to the three realms!"
"There is no good or evil in power, let alone a disaster!" Yang Wuyue said lightly: "It depends on the person who uses it."
"In order to uphold the rules of heaven, the Jade Emperor has already suppressed Yao Ji under the Peach Mountain. He has not even spared his own sister. Do you think he will make good use of this power?" Chang'e asked worriedly.
"The gods are moved, and the three realms are restless!" Yang Wuyue said slowly: "It makes sense for the existence of the heavenly rules. If it hasn't been changed, it's not time yet. It will take a long time for Zhoutian Xingdou to recover. Moreover, Putian
Below, I am the only one who knows how to use it. This does not conflict with your kindness. I make the decision above the stars, so it stands to reason that you should carry out my orders, or should I do it myself?"
"No need!" Chang'e understood what he meant, and drove the star flag into the Guanghan Palace with her own hands, under the laurel tree. "The laurel tree is Pangu's eyelashes, rooted in the origin of Taiyin."
Chang'e watched Yang Wuyue go to the Sun Star, and sighed helplessly: "The gods are moved, the three realms are restless, your realm is higher than mine, how come you don't understand what I want to say."
It's a full moon night again, it's a lonely time, and it's a lonely and lonely dance.
After Yang Wuyue placed the last star flag, he saw an embarrassed young man climbing on the clouds, stumbled into Guanghan Palace, and saw the cold and lonely dance.
Skills are close to Tao. Some people follow the way of swordsmanship, while others follow the way of martial arts. Dancing merges with Tao and can also express the great ways of heaven and earth. The most magical thing about this world is that there are many ways such as benevolence and sages, not just the way of heaven.
Her dance is full of longing.
This may also be the reason why Yang Jian likes Chang'e. Chang'e gave him a piece of silk to help him return to the world. She would not have thought that this young man who was unstable when climbing on the clouds would cause a huge disaster.
"You're here now, what do you mean by hiding in the dark?" Chang'e frowned and looked to one side. Under the laurel tree, Yang Wuyue's figure slowly emerged: "Wouldn't I ruin this beautiful moment if I came out?"
"What moment?" Chang'e wondered.
"If life is just like the first time we met!" Yang Wuyue slowly said this sentence.
"Just like the first time we met?" Chang'e murmured a few words: "Although this sentence is beautiful, it is too desolate and contains countless regrets. I am afraid that the next sentence will be sad."
Yang Wuyue smiled and said nothing, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's difficult to do this in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon. Today is a day worth celebrating. Is there any moon cake?"
Chang'e smiled faintly, "You are clearly not a heartless person. Why are you pretending to be unpredictable? Today is a full moon night, so of course there will be mooncakes. I like this sentence."
The mooncakes made by Chang'e had a different taste. Unexpectedly, after thousands of years, Yang Wuyue ate mooncakes again, and actually tasted them with Chang'e.
The path of immortality and the path of humanity are different because of different circumstances and life.
One day in the sky and one year on the earth. I don’t know how many years, Chang’e no longer has anyone to accompany her to spend the bright moon. Now here comes a proud and arrogant person who hasn’t been drunk for an unknown period of time, so he fell asleep under the laurel tree.
Chang'e looked at the sleeping figure and knew in her heart that he had probably experienced countless pains. She heard that he was an ascended monk from the lower world. She didn't know how many calamities he had practiced for many years before he became a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun.
Now he has become Lord Beidou of Heaven, but he is still obsessed with powerful power.
Yang Wuyue had indeed not fallen asleep for a long time. He would only fall into deep sleep when he was seriously injured and had to fall asleep, but this time was obviously the most relaxed time for him.
But this time, I was awakened by the Jade Emperor's decree: "Marshal Tianpeng is ordered to lead the ten golden crows to all the lower realms. I don't believe it. My ten sons can't hold down one Yang Jian!"