In the Prime Minister's Mansion, everyone frowned slightly. After discussing for a long time, they could not find a way to defeat the four generals of the Demon Family.
Jiang Shangdao: "Since none of you can do anything, it's better to go back and defend the city and close the city to defend yourself."
After saying that, everyone was about to disperse when suddenly an official came to report: "Prime Minister, a Taoist priest came from outside the house and asked to see you."
Everyone was happy, knowing that with the help of experts, the four generals of the Demon Family could be defeated.
Jiang Shang said quickly: "Please come in quickly."
"If nothing else happens, it will be Yang Jian who comes this time...or it will be Huang Tianhua..." Liu Qiao thought to himself.
Nezha, Liu Qiao and others all turned their heads and looked out the door.
Sure enough, Shi Shiran walked in and a young man was dressed like a Taoist but not a Taoist. He was wearing a cloud crown, wearing light yellow clothes, but tied with a silk ribbon, which looked both vulgar and vulgar.
As soon as he saw Jiang Shang, he bowed and said, "Disciple has met my uncle!"
Jiang Shang asked: "Sit down and watch tea. The Taoist looks extraordinary. Where did he come from?"
"My surname is Yang Jian, who is a disciple of Yuding Zhenren in Jinxia Cave, Yuquan Mountain. On the order of my master, I came to my uncle's tent to listen to my instructions." Yang Jian said, cupping his hands in all directions.
"It turns out that I am a disciple of Taoist brother Yuding. Come and sit down quickly. Here are all my fellow disciples!" Jiang Shang was overjoyed. He invited Yang Jian to sit down and introduced Liu Qiao and others to him.
After greeting each other, Yang Jian went to see King Wu and accepted the official position. When he came back, Jiang Shang immediately prepared a banquet with everyone and held a banquet for three generations of disciples in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
There is no way to go out to fight anyway. Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion has a small meeting every three days, a banquet every five days, and clocks in and goes to get off work every day.
Although he has not yet become a god, he has already mastered the necessary skills of the Tiangong gods, such as banquets, check-in, fishing, and court meetings.
There are five people at the banquet, each with a table and four seats.
The two brothers of the Li family, Nezha, Muzha, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu, still wore a pair of trousers, and the four of them sat next to each other and joked and joked together.
Jin Zha and Yang Jian were very stable, and they were very harmonious. They sat together and talked happily.
"Brother, come and drink!" Wu Ji and Long Xuhu kept pouring wine with Liu Qiao and served them attentively.
Liu Qiao's section had the largest number of people, including Long Xuhu, Wu Ji, Huang Tianxiang, Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu and so on.
They are all outsiders or ordinary people who Nezha and others ignore.
"King Wu Cheng, have you recovered from your injuries recently?" Liu Qiao asked, sipping his wine.
Huang Feihu laughed boldly and said: "Hahaha, everything is so neat. Although there are some scars left, they are the marks of a real man!"
As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and showed Liu Qiao. Sure enough, there were several scars on the edges of his arms, like centipedes crawling, which was extremely scary.
However, during the first battle against the four generals of the Demon Family, although Huang Feihu saw that the situation was not good and urged the five-color sacred cow to escape quickly, he was still enveloped by the black wind.
The black wind was like thousands of sharp blades. It sliced off an arm on the spot until the skin and flesh were turned up, leaving only a trace of muscle and bone connected.
Not only Huang Feihu, but also the remaining generals at that time, including Nangong Shi, Huang Ming, Zhou Ji, etc., were all injured.
Fortunately, Nezha also acted wisely and brought a gourd of elixirs down from Qianyuan Mountain, crushed them all, and applied wounds to everyone, so everyone was fine.
As they were talking, Yang Jian seemed to be a very good drinker. After several rounds of wine, Nezha and others looked tipsy.
He then took the wine and went to Liu Qiao's table to toast and get acquainted with everyone.
"King Wucheng, although I am a barbarian in this world, I have heard of your reputation, and it is astonishing to my ears!" Yang Jian said with a smile while holding the cup.
Huang Feihu was so modest that he didn't even dare to take the compliment seriously. The two drank three glasses of wine each other.
Next to them, Wu Ji, Long Xuhu, etc. also toasted with Yang Jian. Yang Jian smiled proudly and did not refuse anyone who came. He was not limited to the opinions of true people and others. They all treated each other with courtesy.
Finally, Yang Jian walked to Liu Qiao and sat down, poured a glass of wine and said, "Brother Yushu, how do you drink?"
"I dare not call you 'brother'. As a poor man, I get drunk as soon as I drink. But now that Brother Yang is here, I am really flattered and I dare not refuse!" Liu Qiao quickly raised his glass.
"Hahahaha... Brother Dao, you are humble, drink!" Yang Jian drank three large bowls without even frowning.
Everyone was dumbfounded and asked, "Is it possible that Taoist Yang is not drunk after a thousand cups of wine?"
Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, while Liu Qiao's eyes flickered, looking at his figure thoughtfully.
Liu Qiao secretly said: "This Yang Jian seems not to be flesh and blood, but a ball of light. He is similar to the Great Immortal Huangjiao, but not as ethereal and profound as the Great Immortal Huangjiao."
The Qi Master's magic eyes were invisible, but Liu Qiao had cultivated his Yuanshen and used his Yuanshen to sense him. Yang Jian seemed to be a ball of light without the warmth of flesh and blood, like a ghost, which was really weird.
This feeling is very similar to the Nascent Soul body of Huangjiao Daxian that he saw at the beginning.
But Huangjiao Daxian's Taoism has reached an extremely high level, it is so ethereal and ethereal that it is completely incomprehensible. It is even as incomprehensible and incomprehensible as the true immortal under the throne of the Holy Emperor Shennong.
Although Yang Jian's Daoxing is also very high, since Liu Qiao can sense him, it seems like he is in a pure yin state.
The Yuan Shen has not yet attained Pure Yang, and at most his magic power is greater than his own.
Just as he was puzzled, Yang Jian seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked at Liu Qiao and said, "Brother Yushu, but the poor Taoist has flowers on his face?"
"Haha, no, I have met thousands of people since I attained Taoism, but I have never seen a Taoist friend with such a quiet body, handsome appearance, and an extraordinary worldliness, unlike ordinary people!"
Liu Qiao was caught red-handed, but as a seasoned veteran, this embarrassment was nothing to him. He would just change the subject by making casual remarks and boasting.
Sure enough, when Yang Jian heard this, his brows relaxed, and he laughed and said: "The physical body is just a skin, how can it be moral? My Jinxia Yuding Taoism is the first to use a furnace of divine energy."
"So that's the case, no wonder..." Liu Qiao was stunned when he heard this.
Everyone else at the table, including Jiang Shang and Nezha, were all confused, wondering what kind of attack these two people were playing.
Liu Qiao has always been curious about how human flesh and blood can transform into other things.
But now I met Yang Jian, what I saw and heard, and Huang Ting's body and spirit could also change, so I understood a little bit.
It turns out that this kind of change, the physical body is actually fake, only the true nature of a spirit can be constantly simulated and manifested with the wind, so everything in the universe can be transformed, because the soul is inherently imaginary and abstract.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thinking of this, Liu Qiao secretly thought: "Then Yang Jian's secret technique is hopeless for true immortals. The flesh and skin have been melted away, so where can the innate essence come from?"
It is said that the reason why true immortals live forever is because their innate energy has been refined to a pure and perfect state.
The reason why the Great Enlightenment of Hunyuan is immortal is that the innate Qi has neither increased nor decreased, is neither dirty nor pure, and has no birth or death. The so-called three elements of non-birth and non-destruction are the principles of the founding of the earth and the creation of the heaven.
But without a physical body, without the Three Treasures of Jing, Qi, and Shen, how can you come up with innate Jing Qi, and how can you cultivate to become a true immortal?
Liu Qiao really didn't understand. He couldn't just turn into a physical body just to pursue the magical power of transformation. Just like the Son of Blood God, he should abandon the path of true immortal Hunyuan.
It seemed that Liu Qiao had doubts in his eyes, and Yang Jian was also a little surprised by Liu Qiao's Taoism. He didn't expect that among the three generations of disciples, other than him, Yang Jian, there would be someone who cultivated Yuanshen.
Then he came closer and said with a smile: "Brother Taoist, you don't know that my Jinxia Cave Taoist skills are mysterious, but I am still a Qi Refiner!"
There is not much explanation, but in one sentence, it is still the Qi Refiner sequence.
The implication is that he is still on the road to pursuing the true immortal Hunyuan, and it is not as simple as Liu Qiao thought.
It was not easy for Liu Qiao to ask too many questions. After all, these key points of cultivation were the fundamentals of the true teachings of the Twelve Caves. They were just a joke and a few perfunctory small talk.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Jiang Shang coughed slightly.
Seeing this, everyone sat down in their respective classes, looking solemn, knowing that it was time to talk about something serious.
Yang Jian also returned to his seat and asked first: "Uncle Master, I wonder what the situation is outside the city now. Who gathered troops to besiege the city?"
"The four generals of the magic family outside the city each have their own magic weapons. They are extremely powerful. They have raised 100,000 elite troops. Currently, there are only 80,000 or 90,000 soldiers that have been damaged. Our army has been defeated in the field and can only defend the city and hang up the exemption card." Jiang Shang smiled bitterly.
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Yang Jian frowned, waved his hand and said: "Since I'm here, Uncle Master can take the exemption card today. I'll call one or two lieutenants in a moment, and I'll go out to meet the four generals of the Demon Family."
Jiang Shang muttered: "Master Nephew Yang, I don't know what your skills are, but the treasures of the four generals of the Demon Family are very powerful. It is easy to fall in, but it is difficult to come out."
"What's there to be afraid of? I have my own Jinxia Taoism, which can be manifested by the wind. I'll go to see the formation first. If he goes to fight, I'll have a clue. If they don't want to fight, then forget it and think of another way." Yang Jian said with a smile.
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Seeing that what he said was extremely safe, and not like someone who could only boast a little bit of self-control, Jiang Shang also believed it a little and pondered deeply.
Next, Liu Qiao said: "Master, I see that Brother Yang has a profound Taoist practice and has been avoiding fighting for a long time. It is not my honor to explain the teachings, so I might as well go and find out."
Nezha also said: "Yes, if you avoid fighting for a long time, won't you lose the prestige of my interpretation and teaching? I can't defeat you with the five elements of Taoism, but I can still escape."
Jiang Shang saw that most of the people supported the battle, so he had no choice but to say: "Then Yang Jian will lead five thousand troops and go out to challenge, with Yushu and Nezha as deputy generals, and the rest will go to the city to watch the battle, ready to support at any time."
"Uncle Master, we don't need soldiers and horses. We have Taoist Brother Yushu. He has thousands of incarnations. What's the use of soldiers and horses?" Nezha said quickly.
Yang Jian also waved his hand and said: "We are just going into battle lightly. We all have Tao skills. If we want to leave or stay, we can all do it according to our hearts. If we take ordinary people with us, it will be difficult to escape the world of mortals."
After saying that, Yang Jian turned to look at Liu Qiao and said, "Brother Yushu, what do you think?"
Liu Qiao nodded with a smile, but neither agreed nor objected. He just looked at Master Jiang Shang's eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Shang told him, "Then you three will go and support each other. Don't be careless. If you don't win, you will come back alive. I don't blame you."
"Disciple, I obey!" Liu Qiao and the other two men stood up and promised.
"Dong...dong...dong..." There was a rapid drum sound on the tower.
"Creak..." The four doors slowly opened, Liu Qiao replaced another yellow gelding, Nezha rode the hot wheel, and Yang Jian held a gun and fought on foot without riding.
In the imperial camp, the four generals of the Demon family were having a banquet in the commander's tent.
Suddenly, a detective came to report: "Reporting to the four generals, three Taoists came from outside the village and called for a fight. They called for several generals to fight!"
"Haha, Zhengchou can't break the city and can't do anything to them, but they came out of the city to die!" When he heard that there were only three people, Mo Lishou laughed.
Mo Li Qing and others stood up and said: "Bring me armor and staffs and arm them, and order our troops to go to battle."
After a while, the four generals finished dressing up. They were all over ten feet tall, wearing gold and silver armor. They were as powerful as gods descending from heaven. When they came out of the camp gate, they saw Liu Qiao and others who had been waiting for a long time.
I saw the leader came with a strange face, wearing a cloud crown, a light yellow robe, holding a spear in his hand, he looked very heroic.
The fourth general was also more cautious and asked first: "Who among you dares to come here to use my sword?"
"Yang Jian, a poor Qi practitioner from Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain, has been ordered by Prime Minister Jiang to capture four of you." Yang Jian waved his gun and designated the four generals.
"Hahaha, look at you, you are only eight or nine feet tall, thin and lean, with thin hands and feet, and you have a lot of martial arts skills. You dare to say such a big thing...haha..." The four generals looked at each other and laughed after hearing this.
"The four of you are quite fat, but you are just four idiots, so what are you capable of? You dare to come here to do evil and harm others. Although I am small and small, you will know how powerful I am right in front of you!"
Yang Jian proudly taunted a few words, but without saying much, he marched into battle with a gun and stabbed the four generals.
The spear blade shone with cold light, like a hundred clusters of flowers. Seeing this, the four generals were a little more cautious. They had not made a move for half a year, and they had already thought about moving their muscles and bones.
Seeing Liu Qiao, Nezha didn't take action, but just suppressed the formation. The four generals took their weapons and rushed up together, surrounded Yang Jian in Gaixin, and fought fiercely under the city.
Liu Qiao and Nezha were watching the battle from behind, but they saw the five people in front of the formation fighting fiercely:
The little sage of Qingyuan Miaodao, the great sage of the four realms of Buddhism; the little sage Zhaohui, also known as Erlang, and the four heavenly kings of Shapi in Buddhism. The five of them met at first sight, but they had to bet on whether they would win or lose in a battle.
Gods never know the depth, but today's fight will tell the importance. The little holy iron spear is like a flying dragon, and the four generals are dancing in the wind.
Blocking the attack from the left and attacking from the right, leaning forward and facing back, Liu Qiao and Nezha were in the formation, and the little sage used his magic, and a spear was like an evil dragon coming out of the gate.
People came and went shouting, flying sand and rocks were flying, ghosts were worried, clouds were blowing, tigers and wolves were sleeping, all the troops were waving flags, beating drums and shouting in unison, and the soldiers and horses of the Sixth Division were all adding to the fun.
After thirty or forty rounds of fighting, Yang Jian seemed to be gradually losing ground, but the four generals were secretly frightened and said to themselves: "This Yang Jian is so powerful, we can hardly restrain him if we join forces."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although Yang Jian was surrounded by four generals and beat him, it seemed that he was at a disadvantage for a moment, but he has infinite power and majesty, and his spear is like a poisonous snake spitting out messages.
, shaking and sweeping across, as powerful as Mount Tai.
The four generals of the Demon family were sweating profusely from the killing, and they were all frightened. They were in danger for a while, and due to several negligences, they were almost stabbed to death on the spot by Yang Jian.
Nezha's blood boiled with excitement. He put his palms on Hot Wheels and cheered: "Okay, Brother Yang, you did a good job! Relieve your anger!"
Liu Qiao was also very excited when he saw it. He made a comparison in his mind and said to himself: "Those four generals are alone. In terms of martial arts, I am confident that they will win. But if all four of them are at the same level, it is difficult to say who will win."
The four generals' martial arts skills are not top-notch, and they are only mediocre in battlefield combat. However, the four generals are united in their hearts and work together to attack with almost no flaws. In terms of martial arts alone, they can be regarded as extremely powerful generals.
Nezha was already feeling itchy and unbearable. Seeing that Yang Jian's fists could not reach his four hands, he pulled out his fire-pointed spear and said in a hurry: "Four generals, stop bullying my Taoist brother, I'm here!"
Liu Qiao still did not move, but took the sword from the saddle and held it in his hand, ready to go into battle at any time to support him.
The four generals were sweating profusely from being killed by Yang Jian and were almost exhausted. Then they saw Nezha, like a tiger descending from the mountain, shouting and shooting him. They were all frightened.
"Hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon!" Mo Liqing said anxiously.
After saying that, he was about to recite the incantation, but Yang Jian took advantage of the situation to counterattack, swiped the gun and shouted: "How dare you show off your little skills in front of me!"
The spear was as fast as a whirlwind, so powerful and heavy that if it hit him, not to mention the blade, it could hit someone half to death. Mo Liqing had no choice but to stop the spell in a hurry and block it with the spear.
After hearing the words, Mo Li Hong and Mo Li Hai wanted to use their magic weapons, but Yang Jian suddenly burst into laughter, flicked the gun in his hand, and threw it up like a divine light. He threw away the tricks (routines) and went to fight.
Suddenly, the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and the sky was full of gun shadows, like flying dragons, one transformed into ten, a hundred transformed into thousands, Yang Jian seemed to be covered with hands and feet, like three heads and six arms, countless gun shadows, shooting out in all directions.
"This!" The four generals were shocked. Only then did they realize that Yang Jian had never really used all his martial arts, and now he was using his full martial arts.
The four generals wanted to cast a magic weapon, but they were wrapped in the shadow of Yang Jian's spear. They could only parry. If they were distracted even a little, they would inevitably be killed by the spear.
"Yeah!!" Nezha also arrived at this time, shouted loudly, and with a flash, there was also a flaming spear, with endless spear shadows, and in an instant he joined forces with Yang Jian to suppress the four generals of the Demon family.
Seeing this, Liu Qiao twisted his beard and smiled and said: "How can we let the two Taoist friends Zhumei come forward, and the poor Taoist is also here!"
After saying this, he urged the yellow gelding and came over with sword in hand to join in the fun.
Seeing this, the three generals of the Mo family were in a hurry, but they couldn't be distracted and used their magic weapons. Mo Liqing shouted anxiously: "If the fourth brother doesn't take action, how long will it take!"
"Haha, duh!" The fourth demon Lishou, who had always been calm and unhurried, scolded lightly at this moment, with a thought in his mind.
There is a bag hanging on his waist, and the treasure in it is different from the other three brothers. It can be aroused by just thinking.
At this moment, while thinking "whirr..." there was a sound of wind, and a white light was seen, as fast as lightning, rising in the air.
Suddenly there was flying sand and rocks, and a mist filled the area. Liu Qiao and the other two were shocked and opened their eyes to see.
I saw the white light like lightning, and one of the things looked like a rat or a mink, and in the blink of an eye it grew to the size of an elephant, with sharp claws and fangs, and it was invulnerable.
"What is it!" Yang Jian hurriedly gathered his gun to stab it.
But when the thing opened its mouth, there was a gust of fishy wind, and it looked at the sword and gun as if they were nothing. It just took one bite, and the gun and the man made a crisp "click" sound, and it bit into two pieces.
Yang Jian didn't even have time to say a word. "Poof!" red mist puffed up and blood spattered. Only half of the gun, two legs, broken bones and tendons were left on the ground, covered in blood.
The white-haired monster's nose was twitching, like a hamster, and its mouth kept moving, "Croaking! Crying" like chewing jelly beans. It tasted sweet. He rolled his tongue and ate the two severed legs left on the ground.
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"Haha, what a good mink, go and eat those two demons too..." Mo Lishou said with a proud laugh.
Nezha was dumbfounded and stood there, biting his fingers and not knowing what to say.
"Running..." Liu Qiao reined in his horse forcefully.
On the city tower, Jin Zha, Muzha and others were also shocked and dumbfounded. Jiang Shang touched his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to watch. All the generals below said: "What a loss, Taoist Yang was eaten in one bite, what should we do?"
"Is Yang Jian really so cold?" Liu Qiao asked in surprise.
If you don’t believe it, the traces of blood, broken bones and tendons left on the ground are real.
Then Liu Qiao felt a little relieved, and there was no one on the list. He remembered that in the TV series in his previous life, Yang Jian survived through Xuan Gong, and he should have left through the method of transformation.
It's too late to say it, but it's actually fast. Everyone's thoughts are racing in their minds, and the outside world only lasts for a moment.
Nezha was stunned and killed Yang Jian again. The remaining three generals took out their hands one after another, chanting incantations and making magic weapons to attack.
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The long night has come, and the ancient world has revived.
Whenever the red moon hangs above the dark night.
Those painful, sad, and desolate old memories surged up and rushed toward the world crazily.
Jing Yu walks between reality and illusion.
He is the sword in the darkness, the guard between cities, the fire against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeping, and the shield that guards mankind.
He dedicated his life and glory to the long night and vowed to watch from now on.
It's like this tonight, and it's like this every night.