[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

Yun Xiao walked up to Nine-Tailed Fox, and held Nine-Tailed Fox's fox face up with his slender fingers. Although there was a smile on his face, the coldness in his voice made Nine-Tailed Fox shudder.

Yun Xiao said: "Little fox, where did you get this thing from?"

The nine-tailed fox whimpered, Yun Xiao tapped her fox's head, and the nine-tailed fox turned into a human form.

"The grand master is for the little demon to save his life."

Nine-tailed fox hurriedly offered the mirror with both hands, and told the story of himself and Wen Zhong.

Yun Xiao's eyes flicked over her body, and his voice was inconvenient and angry: "Nine tails? You are kind and righteous."

The Nine-Tailed Fox hurriedly bowed his head and dared not.

Although the female fairy in front of her had a smile on her face, no one dared to talk to her at all. Compared with the cold golden spirit, she was even more intimidating.

Yun Xiao looked at Yang Chan, stroking the mirror with his fingers, and said casually, "Are you Yang Jian's younger sister?"

Yang Chan's eyes fell on the mirror in her hand. Yang Jian in the mirror was no longer calm and introverted as before, with murderous looks between his brows and eyes, as if he had changed into a different person.

"Yes."

Yang Chan looked straight at the mirror, rubbed her sleeves with her fingers awkwardly, and said, "Why did Second Brother become like this?"

Yun Xiao threw the mirror into the sky, the mirror magnified, and the scene inside was fully revealed.

Both Yang Jian and Wen Zhong trade their lives for their lives.

Yun Xiao glanced at Yang Chan, and said in a cool voice, "Do you know who the boy in red is?"

Yang Chan shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"It's Wen Zhong, Senior Sister Jin Ling's big apprentice."

"impossible!"

Yang Chan's voice suddenly rose, Yun Xiao's icy eyes swept over her, her thin shoulders trembled, but she still shook her head again and again: "Second Brother, Second Brother can't hurt the disciple of Shangxian Jinling."

The nine-tailed fox knew that Yang Chan was Yang Chan's sister, and it was Yang Jian who was fighting Wen Zhong at this time. He hated Yang Chan so much, so he put his arms around his waist and said angrily, "How can it be impossible? Is it because of Wen Zhong?" I still can't see it?"

Nezha, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke out, "This is a fraud."

Nezha looked at the woman in front of him and could almost confirm her identity.

When he worshiped under Taiyi's sect, Taiyi also told him about the matter of intercepting and teaching the disciples.

Among the immortals of Jiejiao, Jinling and Yunxiao have the most profound Taoism. The woman standing in front of him now has a Taoism that is not inferior to that of Jinling at that time, and she smiles a little bit when she meets everyone. Except for Yunxiao who loves to laugh, no one can find her Others.

Nezha said: "Uncle Yunxiao, this person must not be Second Brother Yang."

"Oh?"

Yunxiao trailed off, looking at Nezha.

Her brother has already gone to save Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong and Yang Jian are equal in strength, her brother went there this time, thinking that Wen Zhong's life would be safe, that's why she was not in a hurry by the reef.

Yunxiao looked at Nezha and felt a little pity.

It's really a waste of such a good seedling to worship under the teaching.

But it's a pity, it's a pity, she can't do the shameless thing like Yuanshi Tianzun, erasing people's memories, and she is her apprentice in plain terms.

Nezha said: "Second Brother will never harm the disciples of Master Jin Ling."

Yunxiao raised his eyebrows, Nezha said calmly: "He likes Master Jin Ling, how could he hurt Master's disciple?"

The color of Yun Xiao's eyes changed slightly, Yang Chan held the sleeves with her fingers, nodded after Nezha, and said, "I think so too."

Nezha looked at Yun Xiao's expression, and said, "Master, don't you doubt why things are so coincidental?"

Yun Xiao brushed his temple hair casually with his fingers, and said, "Coincident?"

A cold look flashed across Yunxiao's eyes, and disappeared in an instant. She smiled softly and said softly: "My disciples are used to being domineering. I didn't expect to meet a master who is even more domineering than us today."

"Is that Yang Jian?"

Yun Xiao glanced at Yang Jian, and his voice became softer: "I'll go meet him for a while."

Nezha felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and lost his voice: "Master, absolutely not!"

However, as soon as his words fell, Yun Xiao had disappeared into the sea.

The waves beat against the rocks, Yang Chan looked at Nezha helplessly, with tears in her eyes: "Brother Nezha, what should I do?"

Nezha pinched Hun Tianling with his fingers, and said, "You stay here, and I'll follow you to have a look."

The Western sect is afraid of intercepting the teaching, and it can be seen from the fact that they dare not chase after the East China Sea. Yang Chan is also a weak woman in the world.

He is different from Yang Chan, he is a person who interprets the teachings, if he stays here, he may conflict with the disciples of the Jiejiao again, so it is better to see what happened with Yun Xiao.

If it was really what Yang Jian did...

Nezha's eyes dimmed, and he drove away without waiting for Yang Chan's answer.

The stars and the moon lost their color, and Yang Jian was surrounded by darkness.

He couldn't hand over the lotus seeds, which were solemnly given to him by Yuanshi Tianzun, and he couldn't give them to anyone other than Yuanshi Tianzun.

As for that voice, it was not Yuanshi Tianzun at all.

Yang Jian rubbed the Moyu finger on his thumb, and said, "Master, let the apprentice go to the uncle to get the lotus seeds back."

"Since the lotus seeds are so important to the master, it's not good to put them in the uncle's place."

The voice didn't answer, it just trapped Yang Jian in the dark.

Facing the darkness, Yang Jian's heart slowly calmed down.

He was a very smart person, the sudden fall of Yuanshi Tianzun, Ran Deng's apostasy, Lao Tzu's oppression, and Jin Ling's deliberate protection were enough for him to figure out too many things.

He could even vaguely guess who the saint behind the scenes was.

The purpose of Haotian conferring the gods is to make the three religions kill each other, and the Western religion, which was originally in a corner, was ready to move at that time, and it must be the result of discussing with Haotian. They also dare not compete with the three religions.

Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, and it is still impossible to teach and protect himself. Lao Tzu doesn't care much about making gods, and there is only Xuandu as an apprentice under his sect. Today, the most powerful of the three religions is Jiejiao.

Jiejiao has two saints, the leader of Jinlingtongtian, and the disciples of the sect are in the clouds. They seem to be prosperous, but they are the target of public criticism.

The Western religion who is waiting for an opportunity, and Lao Tzu who is hiding in the dark are all observing the interception religion all the time.

Yang Jian frowned. He was very confident in Jin Ling's strength, but not so confident in Jin Ling's scheming to deal with plots and schemes.

Jin Ling's eyes were so clean that he could see to the end at a glance, so he was not a calculating fairy at all.

Yang Jian drove his mana, trying to get out of the darkness, but the mana he exuded was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement.

Yang Jian understood that what was trapping him now was a saint.

He is very confident in his cultivation, among the disciples of the three religions, no one can trap him.

The saint trapped him but didn't kill him, presumably he was planning to plot against him.

The moment he was let out, the big net had already been opened, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

The darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, and Yang Jian finally stepped onto the ground.

It seemed that someone had fought on the ground, and there were shocking bloodstains everywhere. One could imagine how fierce the fight was.

Yang Jian looked along the bloodstain, and there seemed to be a person lying there on a rock not far away.

The man's red dress was very eye-catching, and Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Friend Wen Zhong—"

Wen Zhong, who was lying on the stone and adjusting his breath, opened his eyes instantly, and stared at Yang Jian coldly.

Yang Jian looked around, there was no one else except Wen Zhong.

Mo Yu Qilin suddenly rushed out, screaming at Yang Jian.

Wen Zhong stretched out his hand and stroked the Mo Yu Qilin.

Yang Jian's hand that wanted to support Wen Zhong was fixed in the air, his eyes darkened, and he said, "It's not me."

The wind was strong, shaking Yang Jian's black clothes.

A strong wind came from behind his ears, Yang Jian dodged sideways, Zhao Gongming shouted: "Yang Jian!"

The fan in Yang Jian's hand didn't take shape, suppressing Zhao Gongming's move, his brows moved slightly, and he said, "It's not me."

"It's not who you are!"

Zhao Gongming's attacks were more comparable, and Wen Zhong behind him coughed violently, spitting out a large amount of blood.

Moyu Qilin neighed, Zhao Gongming paused, made a feint, and turned to look at Wen Zhong's injury.

But seeing that Zhong was covered in injuries, Zhao Gongming's eyes could burst into flames.

Wen Zhong closed his eyes, his voice was weak: "Take me...to find Master."

Zhao Gongming clutched his wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but the continuous blood still overflowed along his fingers, and soon dyed Zhao Gongming's clothes red.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to find Senior Sister."

Zhao Gongming's voice trembled, Fuwen Zhongshang Moyu Qilin.

Wen Zhong lay on the Mo Yu Qilin, his dry and thin lips moved, and he didn't know what to say, Mo Yu Qi Lin suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, and suddenly threw Zhao Gongming aside, carrying Wen Zhong away from Zhao Gongming's sight.

Moyu Qilin is a strange beast in the world, and Zhao Gongming didn't even have time to stop it. When he realized it, Wen Zhong had already disappeared.

Zhao Gongming tightly held the steel whip in his hand, and turned around slowly. Yang Jian pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Yang Jian met his deadly gaze, shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, it's really not me."

Zhao Gongming didn't answer, and the steel whip in his hand shot out instantly.

Yang Jian blocked it with a folding fan in his hand, and said: "This is a trick of others. I want the three religions to kill each other. Fellow Taoist, Wen Zhong is Jinling's apprentice. How could I hurt him?"

Zhao Gongming remained silent, but his attacks became more and more fierce.

The dense fog in the morning gradually cleared, and the strong wind brought a man's voice without emotional ups and downs: "Baby, please turn around."

Zhao Gongming paused, and his vision began to blur.

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank: "No!"

On Qilin Cliff, Baihe boy said to the immortals: "Brothers, the head teacher is in danger, if you don't rescue him, his life may be in danger."

All the golden immortals look at me, I look at you, Taoist Huanglong stood up first, and said: "I will follow you to save the head teacher."

Yu Ding also got busy and said, "I'll go too."

All the immortals said their way one after another, Baihe looked at the Antarctic immortal who was sitting beside him thoughtfully.

Nanji Xianweng said: "Before the teacher left, he said that no one else is allowed to go down the mountain except him."

Yu Ding said: "But, the head teacher is in danger now."

The Antarctic immortal looked away from the white crane lightly, and said: "There is a restriction left by the Heavenly Venerable on Qilin Cliff, even if the saint is here, he can't do anything to us, but if we go down the mountain..."

Nanji Xianweng raised his eyebrows again, looked Baihe boy up and down, and said slowly: "With our cultivation base, I'm afraid we will only become a turtle in someone else's urn."

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