In the room, Yang Chan was holding the newborn baby, her pretty face was covered with beads of sweat, she looked a little tired, but her eyes could not hide the happiness and joy.
Not far from her side, Yang Jian let go of his hand, and a fragment of a cup fell to the ground, with a smile on his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At this moment, a stinging sound resounded, breaking the atmosphere in the room.
Yang Jian suddenly came back to his senses, frowned slightly, then stood up and walked to Yang Chan's side and said, "Little sister, let me go out for a moment!"
Hearing this, Yang Chan nodded and said, "Second brother, go and do your work!"
Without saying anything else, Yang Jian turned around and left the room.
After leaving the room, Yang Jian couldn't hide the tired look on his body. He forced the original power to successfully conceive and birth the innate fetus, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
On the contrary, Roaring Sky Dog did not notice this scene, but stepped forward with a face full of haste and said: "Master is not good, people from all the major forces in the three realms have surrounded Huashan Mountain for hundreds of miles!"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Jian's face instantly turned ugly.
Huashan was surrounded, and all the major forces from the three realms gathered together. How could he not know why?
Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at the closed door. Yang Jian's eyes flashed with absolute despair, and then he said: "Xiao Tian Quan, you stay here. If anything happens, you take Chan'er and his
The children fled from here."
"Let me, the emperor, go meet these monks who have gathered. If you want to touch my nephew, Yang Jian, you can only step over my body."
As he spoke, Yang Jian waved and took out a three-pointed, two-edged sword. He endured the fatigue caused by the consumption of his own original power and showed his sharpness at this moment.
Hearing this, Roaring Sky Dog didn't hesitate. He knew very well that with his own cultivation, he couldn't help Yang Jian at all. He nodded heavily and responded: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task!"
After waving his hand, Yang Jian did not hesitate, he ducked into the air and prepared to go out.
However, at this moment, endless magical powers descended from all directions.
With just a 'click' sound, the restriction covering the courtyard collapsed.
At the same time, monks from the three realms such as Renjiao, Chanjiao, Jiejiao, Western Sect, and Asura Sect gathered here.
Seeing the courtyard, Avalokitesvara, the leader of the Western Sect, floated forward, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, Holy Emperor, the baby in the room behind you is destined to our Western Sect, and the poor monk is willing to put away the mantle and pass it on to the disciples who enter the room!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's face instantly darkened.
This saying of Western teachings is clearly directed at the newborn baby.
Although Guanshiyin said nicely that he should be treated as a disciple and even pass on his mantle, how could Yang Jian choose to believe it?
The most important thing is that Yang Jian knew the importance of the newborn baby. How could he hand it over to Westerners?
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jian said: "No, Guanshiyin, if everything is okay, you can take your people back, but my nephew will not join your Western sect."
As soon as these words came out, Guanshiyin's expression did not change, as if he had known this would happen for a long time, but he had no intention of leaving.
Behind him, a Chanjiao Immortal floated forward and said: "Shameless Western religion, Yang Jian's nephew is naturally a person who belongs to my Chanjiao. If you want to become a disciple, you are also a disciple of my Chanjiao Immortal. How can it be your turn?"
Such a side-door intervention."
"Senior nephew Yang Jian, senior brother Guangchengzi said that as long as you agree to let the children in that room learn from your teacher, senior brother Guangchengzi can take over your apprenticeship and make them become my second-generation disciples, and even train them with endless resources.
There is a chance to touch the realm of a saint."
After explaining the immortal words, Yang Jian's expression changed several times.
To be honest, the conditions offered by Chanjiao are very exciting, and if it really comes to pass, Yang Chan's son will receive maximum protection and training.
But Yang Jian understands the importance of babies better, and also knows that if he loses his baby, he will not be able to get half of his luck.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian immediately clasped his fists and saluted: "I'm sorry, Master Yun Zhongzi, Chan'er decides on her own whether the child will stay or go. Although I am Chan'er's brother, I can't force her mother and child to separate, let alone agree rashly.
What."
After saying that, Yang Jian didn't care about Yun Zhongzi's unattractive look, and swept his eyes across the audience and said: "Everyone, please come back. Chan'er has just given birth to an heir and is still very weak. I hope all fellow Taoists will not disturb you here.
She’s good.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the monks in the room changed.
Yang Jian's move made it clear that he did not give any of them face, and even deliberately took the baby with unparalleled potential and caused the vision of the three realms as his own.
Almost instantly, an ancient Buddha from the Western religion floated forward, clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, this son is destined to our Western religion. The poor monk must take him back today. If the Emperor Xian Sheng is interested, please get out of the way quickly, otherwise
Don't blame the poor monk for showing no mercy to the Buddha's sword!"
As the Western monks took the lead in attacking, the monks from other major forces were not silent at this moment. After looking at each other, they suddenly said: "Emperor Xiansheng, as you said before, the decision of whether to stay or go of the child rests with you.
In the hands of the Third Holy Mother, we and others are going to see the Third Holy Mother now, so please let the emperor get there quickly, otherwise it will be bad if the sword has no eyes and hurts the emperor."
"That's right. Since you, Yang Jian, can't make the decision, we will discuss this matter with the Three Holy Mothers in person. Emperor Xian Sheng, you should get out of the way quickly. Your original power has been seriously damaged. If you use force, you will probably...
It will leave serious sequelae and even affect future achievements."
"Hand over that child, otherwise I, the Asura Cult, will never leave. This child cannot be possessed by you, the Holy Emperor."
"..."
Listening to the chattering of monks from all major forces, the look on Yang Jian's face became even more livid.
He never expected that these guys' determination would be so strong, and now, he even doesn't know what to do.
Under normal circumstances, he would have nothing to fear even if he faced so many powerful pseudo-sages, but because of Yang Chan's incident, he had consumed too much of his original power, and indeed he no longer had the strength to fight anymore.
Even if this situation continues to develop, he may even get involved.
Compared with Yang Jian's unsteady behavior at the moment, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes in the peach forest below were a little playful.
He found that he seemed to have underestimated the commotion caused by the reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven. Looking at the determination of Guanyin and others to control it to the death, it can be seen how popular the reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven was, and even...