No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 292

"Erlang God, let my mother out quickly."

Enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other, Chen Xiang couldn't hold back any longer, he tightened his hand with the sky-opening ax and was about to rush over.

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by Yi Fan.

"Master?"

Chen Xiang was puzzled and said in surprise.

"Don't worry, your mother is fine, listen to what Yang Jian has to say." Yi Fan pointed at Yang Jian.

"My lovely nephew, your cultivation level has improved very quickly. You actually have the cultivation base of a golden immortal, and you have the shadow of eight or nine mysterious skills on your body. You really deserve to be a descendant of my Yang family." Yang Jian frowned. His vertical pupils flickered, and he could see through Chen Xiang's strength in the blink of an eye.

"Yang Jian, stop talking nonsense, if you don't release my mother today, I will definitely cut you in half."

Chen Xiang didn't care at all and roared angrily.

He has been displaced since he was a child, hiding in Tibet, suffering so much, fed up with stares, suffering from the warmth and coldness of the world, and has never felt the warmth of his mother, and many people who wanted to help him were tortured by the screaming dog. Wait for the running dogs to kill.

Chen Xiang's resentment towards Yang Jian is to the point where all the water in the world can't be washed away.

"Your mother is doing well here, and she doesn't want to go out at all. Why do you bother, why don't you follow me to meet the Jade Emperor. With your golden immortal cultivation, you can at least get the position of a leading general."

Yang Jian closed his divine eyes and said leisurely.

"Fart, you are ruthless and ungrateful. Have you forgotten how the Jade Emperor separated you from your flesh and blood? Now you are attacking your own family. Yang Jian, are you still human? Are you worthy of being an older brother?"

Chen Xiang cursed loudly.

"Hey, if you don't believe me, you can ask your mother. If she is willing to let you go, I, as an uncle, will naturally not stop me."

Yang Jian waved his hand and cast an immortal spell, and a spirit mirror more than ten feet in size floated in the air.

Among them, a woman who is loved by thousands of people in the world is sitting cross-legged in meditation. She seems to have sensed something, opened her smart eyes slightly, and immediately found the little Chen Xiang among countless people.

"Chen, Chen Xiang, is it really you? Me, am I right?"

The woman is Yang Chan, the Three Holy Mother who was suppressed by Yang Jian under Mount Hua.

"Mother, mother, you are suffering, and the child is here to save you."

The moment Chen Xiang saw his mother, his blood surged up, and the longing and anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.

"Master, I'm going to save my mother."

"Chen Xiang, don't come here."

It was none other than his mother Yang Chan who stopped Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then understood, pointing the mountain ax at Yang Jian and said: "Mother, don't be afraid, whoever dares to stop me from saving you today, I will save and kill whoever!"

"No, no, my poor child, you must not be impulsive. My mother is doing well here, and no one has stopped me from going out. If you don't believe me, look at my mother's magic power."

While speaking, Yang Chan's frightening magic power slowly rose, which was impressively the cultivation base of the middle stage of the immortal, which is not bad in the heavenly court.

But Chen Xiang still didn't believe it: "Mother, it must be Yang Jian who forced you, if you can go out, why didn't mother come to find me and father, even when father died, he still missed mother."

"Dang!"

The rosary beads in the hands of the Third Holy Mother Yang Jian suddenly fell to the ground, her beautiful eyes were dull, as if she couldn't believe it.

"No, it's impossible, you're lying to me, you're lying to me, your father, how could your father die? I'll cut his hair and wash his marrow, and feed him elixir. He can live at least 500 years. Fake, Chen Xiang you Are you talking angry?"

With a sad face, Chen Xiang slowly took out a wooden spiritual tablet from her bosom, and the name on it was indeed Liu Yanchang.

Yang Changui is a celestial being, and he can tell at a glance that the incense aura on the spiritual seat has been absorbed by others.

This can only show that this spiritual bit is often enshrined by people, and there are corresponding dead souls in the underworld to enjoy it.

And the name on the spiritual seat is Liu Yanchang again, so who is that soulful aura that he thinks about day and night if it is not his husband?
"Yang Jian, didn't you say that you can guarantee my husband's safety? Why did you let him lose his life again?"

Yang Chan burst into tears and stood up slowly, the astonishing mana fluctuations tore everything in the quiet room to pieces.

Yang Jian said silently, "I didn't kill your husband."

"Who is that? Why don't you stop it?"

Yang Chan's mana fluctuations seemed to have touched something, and golden runes lit up in the quiet room, which turned out to be Buddhist formations.

Yi Fan in the distance frowned, as if he had a bad premonition.

"This is your husband's body. I kept it intact. When I arrived, my soul was gone." Yang Jian made a spell, and a man soaked in the blue liquid heaved and fell.

"Husband!!!"

"Daddy!!!"

Yang Chan and Chen Xiang cried out at the same time.

This person is Liu Yanchang.

Yang Jian pointed at Liu Yanchang's corpse and said: "He should have such a calamity, and I can't stop him, so I have to preserve his body for the future."

"Mother, don't listen to his nonsense, he must have hurt my father."

Chen Xiang was furious and gradually lost her mind.

"Yang Jian, you separated my family and killed my father. I will cut you into pieces today."

The wrath of the Golden Immortal is extremely terrifying.

The aura was overwhelming like a huge wave, and the three thousand grass-headed gods and a group of heavenly soldiers and generals who had been guarding here earlier turned their backs on their backs, falling apart like a rolling gourd.

"clang!"

Yang Jian easily held up the sky-opening ax struck by Chen Xiang, and sneered: "Such a powerful acquired spiritual treasure is like scrap metal in your hands. How dare you come to save your mother with such strength?"

"Enough to kill you!"

Chen Xiang naturally didn't believe in evil, so he mustered all his strength and chopped down fiercely.

"clang!"

This time, the collision between the sky-opening ax and the three-pointed two-edged knife was even more domineering, and the thick clouds in the nine heavens were all agitated by the violent mana and vigor without a trace, and Yang Jian's eyes also had a slight flash of surprise.

"Huh? It's surprising that you have actually reached the third level of the "Eight Nine Mysterious Kung Fu"."

"Hmph, are you afraid?"

Yang Jian was taken aback, then laughed loudly: "My good nephew, you really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, what can you do with your poor cultivation?"

"Don't be arrogant, look at the axe!"

Chen Xiang instantly slashed down countless bright rays of light, Yang Jian calmly blocked them one by one without even fighting back.

But the sky-opening ax is so sharp, even if it is as strong as a three-pointed two-edged knife, there are several cracks.

A sky-opening ax has not been sacrificed by Chen Xiang, but only relies on the power of its own material, but Yang Jian's weapon has been sacrificed for countless years with painstaking efforts, and it has already advanced spirituality like an arm and finger.

Just like this, he still lost to the sharpness of the sky-opening axe. It is conceivable how perverted Taishang Laojun's firewood ax is.

"Yang Jian, why don't you fight anymore, do you feel sorry for your magic weapon?"

Seeing Yang Jian looking at his weapon with a heartbroken face, Chen Xiang couldn't help but feel slightly pleased.

　The name of this chapter, The Death of Liu Yanchang, cannot be changed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)