The chaotic mana flowed through the fingertips and submerged into the old man's body, but there was no movement at all as if it had disappeared into the sea.
"Master, don't scare me."
Chen Yuan's nose felt a little sore for a while, and she tried her best to suppress her emotions. She turned over and held the old man in her arms.
The old face had its eyes tightly closed, his face was pale, and his lips were black and blue. Fortunately, a trace of warmth could be felt from the old man's chest. It should be that the magic power of the Tai Ah God's Wish Sutra is reviving.
"Master, I will take you to a safe place."
As long as the master is not completely dead, the possibility of recovery is very high. The suppressed emotions in Chen Yuan's heart are relieved. He dragged the old man's body with difficulty, braving the star clusters flying overhead from time to time, and stepping on the fire.
Nezha, who was fighting in circles, took off the old man little by little to the ruins of the wooden building.
In the distance, Qingxu, Feihe and others were slightly less affected. At this time, they could barely stand up and were watching in amazement the fighting gods flying in the sky.
When he saw Chen Yuan dragging Yin Xuanling over there, he stumbled over to help him. The moment they joined forces to drag him out, a strong wind blew over him.
Everyone, including Chen Yuan, struggled to stand. At this moment, the person who was blown away was turned upside down and rolled out on the ground.
instantly.
A majestic divine power burst out from above the magic circle. The water, mud, turf, and fallen leaves on the ground all swirled in a funnel shape in an instant. A burly figure wearing a dark robe and a crown gradually appeared on the ground.
Condensation.
Immediately, a voice came out: "Nezha, that's enough!"
The huge sound, carried by the terrifying divine power, was like thunder on dry land!
At this moment, the ground in the entire wilderness was trembling, and the forests in the distance all tilted. After the sound wave passed, they straightened up again.
When Chen Yuan's bad premonition rose again, what echoed this was the restlessness and killing intent of Nezha, who was fighting over there.
The dancing fire-tipped spear was swung open, sweeping away the few persistent stars around it, and walking on the fire wheel, it went straight to the figure in the magic circle.
The dark robe was touched, and the figure raised his hand, and a shadow vaguely appeared in the air, like a giant dragon wagging its tail, meandering in front of him.
The piercing fire-tip spear was forcefully caught, and then he was pushed away with a palm, pushing Nezha back and flying away. The strong wind squeezed out from between the two, and hit him with a bang.
In the forest on the side, several big trees were uprooted and fell down.
The water-stained branches were still swaying. The figure in the dark robe withdrew his hand and stroked the thick beard under his chin. Only then did Chen Yuan and others see clearly his handsome appearance, three heads on his shoulders and neck, and three heads on his body.
Six arms, dancing slowly in the air like claws and fangs.
"Yin Jiao!"
Nezha's little face showed an angry expression, and he frowned and stared at the opposite side, "You are the one who helped these stars come down to earth to harm the people? You live in the world, can't you see the suffering of these ordinary people's lives, and you still let them
Suffer such disaster!"
"Oh, little Nezha has now learned to understand the difficulties of others?"
With his four arms dancing, Tai Sui Xingjun named Yin Jiao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It seems that the people of Chentangguan back then have given you a lot of memories."
"you!"
When old things were mentioned, Nezha's face became a little uneasy, "Those were all caused by my youth and ignorance, not to mention that I was also punished, but you... were the eldest son of a mortal emperor during his lifetime. He was born in the mortal world and grew up in the world.
In the mortal world, if you don’t care about the sufferings of the world and bring them suffering, you, a god, may not be qualified for your job!"
"hehe!"
For some reason, Yin Jiao chuckled, and his laughter suddenly became louder. He glanced at Chen Yuan and other mortal monks over there, stroking his beard and looking up at the dark sky, "Hahaha... you gods in the sky,
How do you know the suffering of the stars? They are not as well-known and talked about as you. They have been gods for many years. It is inevitable that they will eventually decline. But there are too many and you can't help... Then I will help you.
Second, why not?"
"I was waiting for your words."
These words were not Nezha's voice, but came from the mountains outside the forest. The moment the voice resounded, it was the sound of an arrow whizzing in.
Peng!
The arrow missed and stopped, and was caught by one of Yin Jiao's arms. He turned his head and looked, and saw a figure stepping on the clouds and mist in a blink of an eye. He was wearing silver armor and a mysterious cloak, holding a bow and a gun. A white-haired dog followed at his feet.
The dog looked over and barked at Chen Yuan, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail.
Chen Yuan wanted to raise his hand, but the lowered Erlang Shen did not look at him. He walked straight towards Yin Jiao, who had three heads and six arms opposite him, with his three-pointed two-edged sword hanging diagonally.
"Tai Sui Xingjun, I'm afraid you have to go back to heaven with me."
"Erlang Zhenjun is so patient. He waited until I said these words before he came out." When Yin Jiao saw Erlang Shen, it seemed that he was not panicked. On the contrary, the twenty-eight stars over there did not dare to move rashly.
Subconsciously, he moved to line up behind Tai Sui Xingjun.
"When you say this, I can take you back." Yang Jian's voice was calm, but the third eye between his eyebrows turned, scanning the surrounding stars and writing them down one by one.
Yin Jiao sighed and raised one of his six arms to tell the stars behind him not to worry.
Immediately, he said softly: "Mr. Erlang, can you listen to the next words?"
"you say."
Nezha hugged the fire-tipped spear and floated around on the fire wheel, a little impatient: "Let's see what you say."
"Do you two still remember the Tai Sui God on earth?"
"Why don't you remember? Don't you?" Nezha made a 'cut' sound, floated to Erlang Shen, and said softly: "Ignore him, this guy is old."
After saying that, he flew to Chen Yuan's side and blew a breath. Everyone, including Chen Yuan, who was weak and in pain, suddenly felt much better. Just as he was thanking this little Nezha, the man from Yin Jiao over there
The sound has come.
"You remember Tai Sui God, but not many people in the world still remember it. The only thing you remember is that Tai Sui God is a fierce god who only brings misfortune to people. The incense in the world is dissipating little by little... fast
There is no more temple for me."
Yin Jiao's voice was low, and one of the three heads looked at the stars behind him.
"The evil god will be the evil god. As long as someone talks about it, I don't care about the incense... But they are different. No one remembers them, and there is no incense temple. They will disappear soon... Although they are not under my jurisdiction, I still remember them.
Many of them were once my ministers in the Yin and Shang Dynasties. As the eldest son of the emperor, I cannot ignore them. Watching them disappear makes me feel guilty."
…
Chen Yuan heard it clearly and suddenly felt like he had woken up.
It turns out that Wen Zhong, Lei Zu, was willing to help because of Yin Jiao, the eldest son of King Zhou. Yes, after all, Wen Zhong was also the Grand Master of Yin Shang and a loyal minister.
Li Jing was in a dilemma, turning a blind eye and letting Nezha and the Four Heavenly Kings come down at the same time. He was also in a dilemma.
Then everything is logical and makes sense.
"hehe……"
Chen Yuan suddenly smiled, looking at Yin Jiao in the magic circle, the stars, and even the gloomy sky, her smile was not gentle.
"The gods sell favors, and they sell them back and forth... But who can say anything for the people at the bottom of the world? These gods... are just the larger imperial government..."