Chapter 337 Chasing and Killing Daoist Burning Lamp
Master Huanglong couldn't help but be stunned.
The frozen eyes were obviously saying: I really need your rescue? I was finally captured and even hung on this flagpole. What do you mean if you, Yang Jian, save me again?
In an instant, he had the idea of killing Yang Jian.
But as Huang Long, he really didn't have the courage to kill Yang Jian.
The fool stopped instantly and simply pretended to be restrained. His eyes remained motionless and he didn't make any response. "Your name Yang Jian changed very quickly. When I first arrived, you called me by the name of Master Huang Long."
When I arrived, you changed your name to Master Uncle, but now that you see me hanging on this flagpole, you changed it to Master Uncle. According to the order of my fellow Taoist brothers of the Twelve Golden Immortals, you should also call me Master Uncle;
After calling me Master, to show your respect for me, you then changed your name to Master again. You are definitely not a son of man.'
Since he secretly overheard other people's secret discussions over the past few days, Yang Jian actually called him by the name of Zhenren Huanglong.
Of course, even Master Huanglong didn't know that what he heard was actually what others deliberately let him hear.
It can be said that what you see is not what you see, but what I tell you to see, and what you hear is not what you hear, but what I tell you to hear.
When it comes to the hypocrisy of human nature, even Guangcheng Zichi's flattery and flattering efforts have to be rejected by San Yisheng, who is not looked down upon by other gods.
That skill can be applied to insects, vegetation, and holy virtues to dry bones, but it is the skill of flattering a horse that leaves no trace and is miraculous.
I simply pretended to be restrained, but I didn't want to hear Yang Jian's voice again, 'Uncle Master, can you hear it? I saw Uncle Master's eyes moving before...'
The other corner of Huang Long's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. With Yang Jian's understanding, it really wasn't intentional, but he was really confused in his heart. He had seen his eyes moving before, so why was there no response to the question now?
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Then the sound paused and then sounded again.
'It seems that you, uncle, have been controlled. It must have been controlled by the talisman on my forehead. Disciple Yang Jian will save you, master, and go back.'
As the voice fell, the talisman on Huanglong's forehead was directly lifted. In an instant, he had to wake up and regain his consciousness, and then flew back to the canopy in front of the Western Zhou array with Yang Jian.
Seeing all the Taoist brothers, they had to express their sincere thanks to them. Guangcheng Zi and Chi Jie were also overjoyed, and finally rescued their master Huanglong.
However, Taoist Ran Deng was completely unconcerned about who else was going to break the formation. Instead, he just calmly and carefully calculated in his mind how to obtain the treasure in Zhao Gongming's hands.
The rest of the Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun also all have different ideas, "If there is that Jie who teaches Zhao Gongming at Sishui Pass, in the future it will not be said that it will break the formation and form a soup to combine to destroy the number of heavens, but only that Jie"
Teaching Zhao Gongming is enough to resist everyone in Chanjiao.
I am afraid that even if Taoist brother Randeng fights with him personally, he cannot be his opponent. But with Taoist brother Randeng's character, how can he easily take risks and fight with Zhao Gongming? But he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow?'
A quiet night.
Finally, everyone in the Western Zhou Formation, including King Wu Jifa, could no longer be excited. From the very beginning, they had been looking forward to the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao and were excited about the days to come.
It can be said that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Unexpectedly, all the experts in teaching who did not come to greet me without green hanging flowers were actually defeated and fled back alone.
So the whole night on the reed canopy with hanging green flowers had different thoughts. The Twelve Golden Immortals, Ran Deng Taoist, even Nezha and Yang Jian all had their own thoughts in their hearts.
King Wu Jifa, San Yisheng, and Huang Feihu all couldn't help but doubt life again. Then why did Fengming Qishan and Baihe Tongzi pretend to do it? Can that number really come true?
Ji Fa suffered from insomnia all night. He is a mortal after all, so he couldn't help but have dark circles under his eyes.
Then San Yisheng, Nangong Shi, Mao Gongsui, Zhou Gongdan, the four wise men and eight horses, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the Western Zhou Dynasty, all could not help but be stunned by the gods who explained the teachings. The huge contrast made it difficult to sleep all night.
But it is a kind of confusion about the unknown future. What will happen tomorrow?
It is impossible that the scene two battles ago would not be spread in the Western Zhou Dynasty. At first, the master was in a panic, but fortunately there was comfort to look forward to. The great merchant was destroyed every battle.
But in the end, the Immortal of the Chan Cult was hung on the flagpole two battles ago. The blow to morale was completely fatal, especially when a group of Immortals were defeated by an Immortal named Zhao Gongming from Dashang.
Soon the night passed, and everyone was paying attention and looking forward to it again.
Emperor Xin did not dig a hole for Yang Jian anymore. He wanted to save Huanglong Zhenren, so he let him rescue him. In front of the twelve golden immortals of Chan Jian, Yang Jian wanted to sit in the back row, but he had to wait on his uncles first.
Zhao Gongming once again rode the black tiger out of Sishui Pass. Like Taoist Ran Deng, he and Di Xin carefully considered and perfected every step of the subsequent pursuit of Ran Deng, and could not help but make slight changes.
When they arrive at the formation, they directly call out the Randen Taoist priest.
On the canopy in front of the Western Zhou formation, Taoist Ran Deng spent the entire night calculating carefully.
But when he heard his name being called, he calmly spoke to the Twelve Golden Immortals.
"You don't have to go out. I'll meet him when I go out."
It was as if he would be safe if he didn't go out. The reed canopy with green hanging flowers could block Zhao Gongming.
Of course, it was Zhao Gongming's character who stood in the way. Otherwise, if anyone in his teaching had Zhao Gongming's strength and treasures, he would have shamelessly killed Lu Peng directly on the side of Dashang.
But after the words of Taoist Randen fell, Guangchengzi and the Twelve Golden Immortals clearly felt that something was wrong. When had this Taoist monk Randen ever been so generous? What else could he have planned?
Taoist Nanhai Cihang had clear eyes, and he could not guess what Taoist Randeng had in mind.
Master Taiyi and the others also remained calm with their eyes flashing slightly, but they could only wait and see what happened.
Taoist Ran Deng rode a deer with a nonchalant expression, while Zhao Gongming rode a tiger. They quickly explained that under the two teachings, the two immortal bosses were facing each other in front of the formation.
Zhao Gongming also remained calm and spoke directly.
"Yang Jian has come to rescue Huanglong. He has the power of transformation. Ask him to come see me."
When Yang Jian stood in front of the canopy, his eyes twitched when he heard this. How did Zhao Gongming know that he had saved Huanglong Zhenren?
The Twelve Golden Immortals on the reed canopy with hanging green flowers couldn't help but feel moved when they heard this.
But Taoist Ran Deng was only thinking about the treasure in his hand, and he was no longer interested in trying to break the ten formations of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but just smile and say, motivating Zhao Gongming to take action, waiting to see what kind of magic weapon you are.
"Fellow Taoist is a weapon for fighting rice. This is not something he can do. He relies on King Wu Hongfu and Jiang Shangzhi's virtue."
It was not Yang Jian who saved him, but Wu Wang Hongfu and Jiang Ziya.
King Wu Jifa in the rear formation couldn't help but froze as he had dark circles under his eyes, 'What does it have to do with Gu Hongfu? If Jiang Ziya's virtue can save people, will he die again and again?'
But only the Twelve Golden Immortal Taiyi Zhenren and others on the canopy were completely calm after hearing this. If they had known that Taoist Ran Deng had deliberately angered Zhao Gongming? Taoist brother, what are your plans?
Even Taoist Nanhai Cihang couldn't help but wonder, and sure enough, Zhao Gongming was immediately furious when he heard this. It was obviously you who taught Yang Jian to save him, but you, Taoist Randeng, said that you relied on the virtues of King Wu Hongfu and Jiang Ziya!
"Randeng, you are confusing mortals with your words. It is very hateful!"
Saying this, he raised the golden whip and beat him.
Taoist Ran Deng also held up his sword.
Even the Twelve Golden Immortals on the canopy couldn't help but have a strange and doubtful look in their eyes.
Because there is obviously something wrong with the style of painting, the fighting between the two Qi practitioners under the two sects will be like a mortal martial arts competition, where you come and go?
The result was that Nezha, Yang Jian and all the disciples of the Chan Sect were stunned, and everyone in the Western Zhou Formation was also stunned.
'If all the qi practitioners in the world are fighting like that, I can also fight with them.'
Of course, only the Twelve Golden Immortals on the canopy had strange doubts in their eyes, but at the same time they knew clearly in their hearts that the two of them were just fighting like ordinary mortals, but if Yang Jian and his ilk were to encounter Zhao Gongming's golden whip, they would definitely
It will be beaten directly into powder.
And it was obvious that neither of them had any real magic weapon.
Zhao Gongming may not know it, but all the Twelve Golden Immortals in his teachings know that Taoist Ran Deng also has a very powerful magic weapon in his hand, and the name is the Qiankun Ruler, which is not comparable to Nezha's Qiankun Circle.
Neither of them offered any real magic weapon, they were obviously waiting to catch each other by surprise so that they could deal a harsh blow to the other party.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were fighting each other for several times, and finally from the ground, each was riding a deer or a tiger, and fighting in mid-air.
Suddenly, Zhao Gongming's eyes flashed, "In His Majesty's words, since I want to defeat you as a lamp, of course I have to do it under the eyes of everyone. If I don't knock you down in mid-air, how can I let everyone see it?"
He was the first to fly into the air on a tiger.
Taoist Ran Deng subconsciously took advantage of the situation to catch up, 'If Zhao Gongming doesn't sacrifice that treasure, don't blame me...'
But as soon as the thought came to my mind, I suddenly saw a five-colored light in front of me.
In an instant, everyone could not help but widen their eyes.
Of course, only eleven of the twelve golden immortals on the reed canopy with hanging green flowers are left.
Nezha, Yang Jian, Jin Zha, Muzha, Huang Tianhua, Lei Zhenzi, and everyone in the Western Zhou formation watched helplessly as Zhao Gongming's magic weapon was sacrificed with his backhand, which turned out to be twenty-four beads emitting five colors of light.
Then when the saint appeared, the roar of deer resounded throughout the heaven and earth, the sky was swaying with auspicious colors, and the sky was filled with five-colored auspicious clouds. He and the deer were suddenly suppressed from the sky.
And fell straight to the ground.
But being suffocated from mid-air is not the most important thing.
But it was not just the twenty-four beads that emitted five colors of light. With a completely invisible blow, the saint's robe was shattered in an instant, his bun was messy, and the sika deer screamed, and the same thing happened.
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
At the same time, both the man and the deer fell straight to the ground.
"boom!"
The whole ground was obviously shaking.
Almost all the twelve golden immortals on the canopy had their eyes twitching at the same time.
Then before anyone could react, the Ran Deng Taoist suddenly flew up from the ground on a deer, and without looking back, he almost turned into a ray of light and fled in embarrassment into the distance.
In an instant, the figure disappeared between heaven and earth, and a trail of blood fell to the ground in mid-air.
The great merchant Qi practitioner Zhao Gongming, who was riding the Black Tiger in the middle of the flight, also flashed his eyes and followed closely without saying a word.
In the blink of an eye, it calmed down a few moments ago, and there was an extremely eerie silence.
Everyone was shocked, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it. The saint who explained the religion actually escaped?