Chapter 66: Entrance to Teaching (Dragon Boat Festival! Come on for the college entrance examination
"It's fellow Taoist Zhao Gongming!"
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the voice from the sky were heard. Before the auspicious clouds fell, the two saints of Kowloon Island and the Eight Heavenly Lords were already overjoyed.
They had a high self-esteem, but this battle was a bloody battle, especially Yuan Hong's increasingly powerful battle and Yang Jian's decisive killing, which made them frightened.
But now that Zhao Gongming has arrived, all the pressure has disappeared.
Zhao Gongming was extremely angry.
Even the great masters in the realm of Guiyuan can predict the secrets of heaven. He looked at Yang Jian and knew without counting that this man was a disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao.
Jie Jiao's disciples often say that the disciples of the three religions all belong to Taoism and should not kill each other and save others by themselves. Naturally, the Chan Jiao should not kill Jie Jiao's disciples in this way. It is precisely because of this naive idea that Jie Jiao finally
They will die, they will be scattered, and they will end up miserable.
Not to mention the distance, Zhao Gongming was invited by Shen Gongbao to come here this time. During the journey, Zhao Gongming also said that with the abilities of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island and the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jinli Island, even if they cannot win a complete victory, nothing will happen.
, I didn’t expect that when I just came here, I would see several dead and wounded old friends, my face was so twitching, and when I looked at Yang Jian, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
Riding a black tiger and holding a golden whip in his palm, Yang Jian immediately knew who it was and took a deep breath.
He is the well-deserved number one among the three generations of disciples. He is not even a match for some of the Twelve Golden Immortals. However, Zhao Gongming is one of the strongest disciples under the Tongtian Cult of Jiejiao, let alone himself.
Even if Guangchengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, comes, he is not even sure of winning.
However, the grace to save my mother is greater than anything else. Even if there are many difficulties and dangers, we must work hard to do it!
Seeing that Yang Jian's eyes did not flinch at all, and his aura became more concentrated and powerful, Zhao Gongming felt a sense of appreciation, but he still did not hesitate to take action. The sacrificial whip was in the air, and the divine light shone like lightning, falling downwards.
Snap!
Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, the trajectory of the divine whip was clearly visible in his eyes, but it seemed to be made in heaven and earth. It cut through the void and was completely unavoidable. It was solid between the lightning and flint.
Got a whipping.
"Ugh!"
Yang Jian groaned and his body trembled.
He had mastered the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills to the point where he could not even be harmed by the restraining power arranged by the Four Heavenly Emperors. However, when he was whipped at this moment, he was in burning pain.
It was not his physical body, but an unprecedented tearing pain deep in his soul that made him change his face involuntarily.
With just this whip, you can see the majesty of the top power.
This is Zhao Gongming's most simple and unpretentious attack method. In "The Legend of the Gods", when he was facing enemies with a group of enemies, he easily whipped Jiang Ziya to death.
Of course, at that time, Jiang Ziya had his back to the elders in the sect. He would die in battle every day and soon be resurrected, alive and kicking. But this time Yang Jian fought alone, Zhao Gongming's divine whip was like the mighty power of heaven. Once he was hit, he knew that he could no longer rely on the strength of his physical body.
He resisted blindly, staggered his steps, swayed his body, and performed changes in Xuan Gong.
Then……
Snap!
With another whip, Yang Jian was severely injured, and the fire of samadhi in his chest spurted out.
Zhao Gongming didn't use any other magic weapon, he still fell with one whip after another, allowing Yang Jian to change in all kinds of ways, and none of them could be avoided. The artistic conception can only be described by a song.
It can turn Sumeru upside down and rotate the sun and moon in reverse!
The ability to change the day!
Yang Jian's heart sank.
Ever since he succeeded in the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques, he had always thought that he could compete with the great powers in the Guiyuan Realm. Only now did he realize that there was a huge gap between the two realms of Saint Immortal and Chaos.
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Once you enter the realm of chaos, you have a true understanding of the rules of heaven and earth, and only then can you have the opportunity to control the origin. Therefore, even if your combat power can be close, once you meet a truly strong person, the eight or nine mysterious skills are not enough.
He had just relied on Xuan Gong to kill and intercept the disciples of the sect. Now the situation has turned and retribution has come!
"Damn it! Why are they stronger than each other?"
Both sides watching the battle had their own joys and sorrows. The nine-tailed fox didn't care about the debate about teaching and interception, it was just so anxious that its eyes rolled around.
Originally, when Yang Jian showed off his might and killed two of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, she thought she had found a particularly powerful free thug. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. When reinforcements came from her side, a stronger one immediately appeared on the opposite side.
Thinking of the appearance of the immortals from the Jie Sect, the nine-tailed fox glared at Shen Gongbao fiercely.
This guy is definitely responsible for this. Once there is a chance, this dangerous Taoist must be killed first!
Shen Gongbao felt murderous intent and looked to the opposite side, but could not find the target.
The nine-tailed fox quickly returned to the Xiqi camp. First he coughed up blood skillfully and naturally, and then said miserably: "Everyone, leave quickly!"
Ji Fa quickly asked: "What happened?"
He was actually very curious about the battle of supernatural powers on the front line, but he did not dare to participate rashly. After all, it was a real fight between gods. Looking at the scene of the earth, water, wind, and fire surging, he felt deep awe in his heart.
Fortunately, the vision surging from mid-air can also slightly judge the strength of both sides. They seemed to be evenly matched before, so why are they running away all of a sudden?
The nine-tailed fox said: "The enemy continues to reinforce us, and the Seven Saints of Meishan can no longer support it!"
Regardless of whether the virtues of the Seven Monsters can be called the Seven Saints, as soon as these words came out, the faces of the generals in Xiqi turned pale, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped them as the situation was over.
Ji Fa gritted his teeth and looked at Ji Chang.
Now that things have happened, where can they go?
I'm afraid that Ji Chang's only way to survive is to commit the crime and enter Chao Ge.
"If you are really the True Dragon Emperor, there will naturally be a chance to save you from this crisis!"
The nine-tailed fox retreated to advance, not really wanting Xiqi to be defeated and flee, but thinking about the true dragon's energy that echoed Fengge's power, and took the opportunity to arouse it.
Ji Fa and Ji Chang's father and son were shaken, and at the same time they heard the sound of phoenixes coming from outside.
The two men immediately came out of their tent, and they could see in the distance, not far away from Qishan Mountain, there seemed to be an endless holy bird flying with its wings and singing endlessly.
Even the ordinary people of Xiqi could notice this scene. They looked at Qishan in shock, listened to the sacred sound surrounding them, and worshiped devoutly.
Auspiciousness comes from heaven!
A saint is born!
Ji was so blessed that he quickly ordered his surroundings to set up canopies outside the camp, spread felts on the ground, and hang flowers and colorful decorations, waiting for the immortal family to arrive.
This was originally a dead horse treated as a living horse doctor, which is equivalent to praying to gods and Buddhas in temples in the future, hoping that gods and Buddhas will appear. But now Ji Fa's eyes are full of hope, but he has an inexplicable strong confidence.
Be obedient to heaven and obey people, and immortals and saints will never cease.
Sure enough, the golden bell on the jade chime rang out twice, auspicious clouds erupted from Xiqi City, and colorful lights shone in the sky. A Taoist, riding on the clouds astride a deer, floated over. It was none other than the Randen Taoist from Yuanjue Cave in Lingjiu Mountain.
Following closely behind were four more of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun in Yunxiao Cave, Wulong Mountain.
Taoist Cihang of Luojiadong in Tuoshan.
Feiyun Cave in Jialong Mountain is afraid of leaving his grandson behind.
Samantabhadra in Baihe Cave, Jiugong Mountain.
Flowers are falling from the sky, golden lotuses are pouring from the ground, and the teachings are coming!